Binding the Dragon for the Empress

It was raining outside the hall, the shade was cold, the summer was gone, and the maple leaves in September turned fiery red.

Xuanlong's complexion is still not very good, he looks weaker than Ning Zhiyu, his consciousness is always drowsy when the pain of soul devouring occurs, Yan Yuan sees him shaking, always thinks he is cold, so she crawls into the quilt tightly Hug him tight.

"Abo, what's wrong with you?..."

"Tell me, how can I cure you..."

Xuan Long closed his eyes and answered him vaguely.

"Nothing."

It has been less than half a month since Ning Zhiyu came to Qiankun Palace to look for Yan Yuan. During this period, Yan Yuan visited Ning Zhiyu several times, and asked Xuanlong for the dragon scales for Ning Zhiyu. Very generous, all the dragon scales on his heart were pulled out and given to Yan Yuan as soon as they were born. His health is getting worse and worse, and he will be sick every few days.

He kissed Xuanlong's forehead and said worriedly.

"You always say that."

"What are you hiding from me?...Don't lie to me. If you do this, I will be afraid."

"No..." Xuan Long curled up in his arms, his voice was weak and hoarse.

Yan Yuan refused to believe it: "Tell me what's wrong with you. I'll find a way to save you, okay?... No matter how difficult it is, I'll go."

"No..." After all, Xuanlong just said that.Other than that, there is nothing else to say, so what can I tell Yan Yuan, it just makes him worry for nothing.

Yan Yuan put her hand into Xuanlong's abdomen, and through the thin layer of obscene clothes, she could obviously feel an abnormal bulge there.Yan Yuan found out when she was happy with Xuanlong a few times before, and he didn't think much about it at that time.But recently Xuanlong has become thinner and thinner.

"You obviously ate so little, but your stomach keeps getting rounder. Is there some strange disease?"

Xuanlong opened his out-of-focus green eyes to look at Yan Yuan, and called him in a low voice: "A Yuan..."

Yan Yuan tightened her arms, wishing to rub him into her flesh and blood: "I'm here."

"In a few days, it will be your birthday." Xuanlong was actually uncomfortable being hugged. He was in pain all over, but he didn't struggle. Perhaps the embrace was so warm that a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. meaning.

"En." Yan Yuan replied to him in a warm voice. "Would you like to give me something to celebrate my birthday?"

Xuanlong couldn't hold back and closed his eyes.

Yan Yuan thought that there would be no more to say, but after a while, only Xuanlong said weaker and weaker.

"In a few days... I will tell you."

Yan Yuan's heart was occupied by strong unease, and she asked the man in her arms in a hoarse voice: "Are you going to sleep again?"

"Don't sleep... You are always like this, I am always afraid that one day you will leave me suddenly."

"You said that you will spend a hundred years with me, you can't break your promise."

"En." Xuanlong couldn't hear what he was saying, so he answered subconsciously.

He didn't have anything precious to give Yan Yuan, and at this moment, the only thing he carefully guarded was the child in his womb.Yan Yuan has paid a lot of attention to him recently, and she thinks she really has some affection for him as he said in her mouth.

That being the case, their children should not be excluded.

Before, he was hesitant and difficult to speak, but now he had some courage, so he thought of telling him on Yan Yuan's birthday and giving him a surprise.

He might not be able to survive for three years... It is better to tell Yan Yuan earlier, lest his belly really grow up and scare him.

……

It didn't take long for Xuanlong to fall asleep in Yan Yuan's arms. Yan Yuan felt very stuffy in her heart, twisted the corners of the quilt for him, put on her clothes, got up and went out.

"Your Majesty." Seeing him coming out, Chen Yan bowed to salute him.

With her hands behind her back, Yan Yuan looked at the dark night sky and asked lightly, "How is the queen?"

Chen Yan sighed: "It's still the same, sometimes good and sometimes bad."

Yan Yuan was silent for a moment: "I'm going to see him."

"Hey, okay." Chen Yan took the oil-paper umbrella from the door of the palace and followed Yan Yuan.

The atmosphere in Luanfeng Palace is not much better than that in Qiankun Palace. The master has been ill for a long time, and everyone's faces are full of sorrow, but Yan Yuan came, and the little eunuch who was guarding outside the hall smiled immediately, and was about to salute when Yan Yuan I made a gesture to stop it, and I was exempted from notification.

When he entered, Ning Zhiyu was sitting on the bed in a daze. He still looked like that, wearing white silk obscene clothes, the blue brocade quilt covered his waist, and his long hair was half tied and half draped in front of him. When he heard the footsteps, he probably thought It's a palace man, and he hasn't turned back.

Yan Yuan knows that she spends too much energy and time on Xuanlong, and instead neglects the person she should care for. It would be fine if Ning Zhiyu quarreled with him, because this person is as quiet as before, neither noisy nor noisy. , which made him feel more and more guilty.

"Ayu."

Yan Yuan stopped not far away and called him softly.

Ning Zhiyu's body trembled slightly, and then she turned her head to look, with joy on her pale face: "A Yuan..."

Yan Yuan walked slowly to the bed.

Ning Zhiyu stared at him intently: "You are here..."

"Yeah." Yan Yuan sat down by the bed, hesitated, and said. "sorry."

"...Why do you want to apologize?" Ning Zhiyu's smile froze slightly.

Yan Yuan was a little frustrated: "I'm sorry for neglecting you these days."

Ning Zhiyu paused: "It's nothing... I know you're busy."

Yan Yuan bowed her head and said in a low voice: "He's sick. He's very sick...maybe he won't get better."

"I always thought that a monster like him with ten thousand years of Taoism would not get sick."

"It was I who killed him."

"Ayu...what should I do?..."

Ning Zhiyu's hand hanging on the brocade quilt slightly tightened, and said with a smile: "Then you treat him well, in the worst case, I won't use drugs anymore."

Yan Yuan shook her head lightly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"I vaguely feel that he became like this because he saved me."

"But no matter how I ask him, he refuses to admit it."

Ning Zhiyu held Yan Yuan's hand silently.

The corners of Yan Yuan's eyes turned red: "Although I coaxed him to my side, I didn't want him to die..."

In the past, Yan Yuan would only show such an expression for him, but now she felt sorry for others in front of him, Ning Zhiyu felt extremely sad, squeezed Yan Yuan's hand, and comforted her spirit.

"Probably not."

"You said that he has ten thousand years of Taoism, he is so powerful, it must be just a temporary illness, and he will be fine."

Yan Yuan stopped talking, and sat there as if she lost her soul.

When he didn't speak, Ning Zhiyu quietly accompanied him.

The sky outside the window was completely dark, there was a downpour of rain, and bursts of muffled thunder woke Yan Yuan up from her daze.

He got up and wanted to leave, muttering in his mouth that Xuanlong should wake up later, if he wakes up and doesn't see him, he should be disappointed.

Ning Zhiyu's nose was sour, looking at Yan Yuan's tall back, she called him.

"A yuan."

Yan Yuan stopped bluntly, and half turned around to look at him.

"You haven't been with me for a long time, please stay with me again." Ning Zhiyu said with a smile.

Yan Yuan pursed her lips and did not speak, as if hesitating.

"Let's stay tonight." Ning Zhiyu still smiled. "OK?……"

He seldom begged him like this. In the past, Yan Yuan gave him whatever he wanted.

Now Ning Zhiyu has Xuanlong's scales to continue his life, and Xuanlong has no one who can diagnose him, even if Yan Yuan doesn't know what's wrong with him, she can guess that his situation is very dangerous based on her feeling.

At such times, it is inseparable from people.

Yan Yuan just felt too bored in her heart and couldn't find anyone to talk to, so she couldn't help coming over to talk to Ning Zhiyu. In this palace, there are very few people who can confide in her heart, and Ning Zhiyu is the closest person to him. .The strange thing is that after Yan Yuan came to see him, she didn't feel much comfort. Instead, she felt that the two of them had become a little strange after such a short period of time passed.

Yan Yuan's hesitation was like a sharp blade hanging around Ning Zhiyu's neck, the knives that had been tense in her heart for a long time were broken.

Ning Zhiyu laughed miserably, coughing up a big mouthful of blood, the thunder outside the hall rang loudly, the closed window was broken by the strong wind, and the lightning flashed his face pale, he fell on the side of the bed, clutching his hands The mouth was coughing so badly that blood was splattered all over the ground.

Yan Yuan's pupils tightened, and she rushed over reflexively: "Ayu—"

What is he thinking, this is his real lover...

Ning Zhiyu coughed so hard that she almost lost her breath, Yan Yuan yelled at the palace servant, and at the same time frantically took out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Ayu..."

"Ayu..."

The palace servants came in to clean up the blood on the ground, and when everything quieted down, it was already a quarter of an hour later.

Ning Zhiyu lay weakly on the bed, half-dozing at Yan Yuan beside the bed: "A Yuan."

"Go back."

Yan Yuan held his hand nervously: "No, how can I leave you like this..."

"It seems like I'm trying to force you to stay... I just miss you so much, so I can't help but make an inch." Ning Zhiyu said with a weak smile on her face.

"Don't blame me."

Yan Yuan shook her head: "How can I blame you, I don't blame you."

"He needs you more than I do now...I know it." Ning Zhiyu closed her eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Yuan recalled the scene in the dream, her heart ached, she gently raised her hand to wipe his tears: "I won't leave, I will accompany you tonight."

"Don't talk anymore, take a good rest."

Half an hour later, the palace servant brought the medicine, Yan Yuan woke up Ning Zhiyu and fed him.In the pitch-black soup is the scale of Xuanlong. He didn't feel it before, but now it has mixed flavors.

It will take a long time for Xuanlong's heart wound to heal...

Yan Yuan agreed to Ning Zhiyu's stay, and would not leave tonight, and asked Chen Yan to go back to inform Xuanlong, and went to bed early after washing, lying beside Ning Zhiyu.

He and Ning Zhiyu haven't consummated their marriage so far because he has always felt sorry for each other's weakness. The strange thing is that he doesn't seem to have much impulse to lie in the same bed with Ning Zhiyu.

I just think he is good-looking and that he should be pitied.

On the contrary, when he is with Xuanlong, as long as he gets closer, he can't help it...

There was a dim candle burning in the hall, Yan Yuan was lying on her side, looking at Ning Zhiyu's peaceful sleeping face, she fell asleep with her messy thoughts on her pillow.

In the dead of night, Ning Zhiyu, who was supposed to be sound asleep, slowly opened her eyes.