Binding the Dragon for the Empress

In the Palace of Compassion and Benevolence, a beautiful woman with a lingering charm, dressed in a fine attire, sits on the lord seat. Hearing that the maid said that her son is coming, she gets up without thinking about it, and greets her happily.

Yan Fuheng came in to meet the Queen Mother, and saluted politely.

"Heng'er has come, the queen mother has been waiting for you for a long time."

The Empress Dowager Heng was over forty years old and had a gentle temperament. She helped her son up, and dragged Yan Fuheng to the tea table, and said with a smile.

"Heng'er, sit down quickly. The imperial dining room just happened to bring two plates of dim sum. They are hibiscus cake and peach buns. You can try them."

Yan Fuheng sat down obediently, and took the snacks handed over by the Empress Dowager Heng: "Thank you, Empress Dowager."

Although the two are biological mothers and children, due to past experiences, they are not as close as they appear on the surface. This is the gap in Yan Fuheng's heart, and it is also the pain in the Queen Mother Heng's heart.

Yan Fuheng put the snack into his mouth, took a small bite, savoring the taste carefully.

The Empress Dowager Heng looked at his handsome face, and said softly: "I heard that you will be returning to the border in a few days?"

Yan Fuheng: "Yes."

Empress Dowager Heng's eyes showed reluctance: "You have been fighting at the border for many years, and it has only been so long since you came back. You have to go back, and you don't even have time to marry a wife."

"Your brother is also the same. If you insist on marrying a male queen, you don't even have any heirs. What should you do?"

Yan Fuheng: "You asked my son to persuade him, and my son has already persuaded him."

The Empress Dowager knew about what happened at the birthday banquet. The woman who looked like Ning Zhiyu was accidentally rescued by Yan Fuheng from bandits on the way back to Beijing. A birthday gift was given to Yu Yanyuan, which made him furious.

Empress Dowager Heng sighed: "Ah, Empress Mother knows."

"Although the Ai family raised the emperor, they are not the emperor's own mother after all, so it is not good to influence too much. Now that he can respect the Ai family, he is not ungrateful. The empress mother cannot be more demanding."

"If he hadn't saved your life back then, the empress mother would have lost her own Heng'er. How could there be a good life now."

Yan Fuheng had heard these words many times, he knew that the Empress Dowager was reminding him not to be ungrateful.Compared to his own biological son, he may have a deeper affection for Yan Yuan's adopted son.

"Ah."

"If you are free, please persuade your brother more. The rest of the princes have gone to fiefdoms. Now only you two can see each other occasionally."

"One of you is the king and the other is the minister, and you will control the court in harmony, so that the country and mountains of thousands of miles will be stable, and the queen mother will be at ease."

Yan Fuheng frowned subtly: "I am not very close to him."

The Empress Dowager Heng was silent for a moment: "Hey, after all, you can't force this matter. If you can't be brothers, you can be a monarch and minister, and that's good."

Yan Fuheng asked in a low voice: "What if you can't even be a monarch and minister?..."

Empress Dowager Heng was stunned: "What do you mean?"

After all, Yan Fuheng didn't tell the queen mother that Yan Yuan sent people to assassinate him repeatedly, and changed the subject.

Before leaving, the Empress Dowager grabbed his hand and said worriedly:

"Heng'er, you've reached your age, it's time to get married, why not stay in Chang'an for a few more days, and your mother will pick a few suitable ladies from great families for you. If you find someone you like, then get married as soon as possible."

"I don't ask for noble birth, I only ask for virtue and virtue, and treat you sincerely."

Seeing the queen mother's appearance, Yan Fuheng felt a little soft in his heart: "My son, I already have a sweetheart."

"Really?" The Empress Dowager's eyes lit up. "Which family is it?"

Yan Fuheng pursed his lips: "It's not someone with a noble status."

The Empress Dowager was very happy, she patted Yan Fuheng's hand lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you two are in love and the other party is of good character, it is fine. The Empress Mother will come to arrange the marriage in person, and she must marry the other party in a graceful manner."

"When will you bring it to the queen mother to see?"

"Ah."

After leaving the Palace of Mercy and Benevolence, Yan Fuheng went to the Palace of Luanfeng.

The emperor loved the empress deeply, almost to the point of obsession. Everyone in the palace knew about it. Yan Yuan would definitely not go to other places to deal with the government affairs in Luanfeng Palace, and she would definitely find him there.

In the evening, after Ning Zhiyu took a bath, she was wearing a thin silk underwear and sat in front of the bronze mirror. Yan Yuan wiped his long wet hair with a towel.

The setting sun poured into the hall through the window lattice, casting a thin layer of light on the two of them. Ning Zhiyu looked at Yan Yuan, who had serious eyebrows and eyes in the bronze mirror, and whispered.

"Ayuan..."

"Ok?"

Ning Zhiyu: "On the Qiqiao Festival, I can't find the silver hairpin you gave me."

Yan Yuan raised her head: "Why can't I find it?"

"But there are people with unclean hands and feet in the palace?"

Ning Zhiyu shook her head: "Probably not... That hairpin is not worth much compared to the rest of the items. Maybe I put it on my body and accidentally dropped it when I went out for a walk."

Yan Yuan paused, then continued to wipe his wet hair with her head down, and comforted him softly: "If you drop it, you will drop it. When I leave the palace, I will buy another one that is exactly the same as a present for you."

Ning Zhiyu wondered: "But if I bought it again, will it still be the same as before?..."

Yan Yuan looked up at the elegant and pale face of the person in the mirror, and smiled: "As long as I send you, it will be the original appearance."

Ning Zhiyu smiled: "Yes."

At this time, the evening is not too cold, taking advantage of this time to take a bath, it is not easy to freeze, after drying Ning Zhiyu's hair, Yan Yuan hugged him and walked to the bed.

Ning Zhiyu put her arms around Yan Yuan's neck, leaning against his chest, with a smile on her lips: "I can walk by myself."

"I'm willing to hug you." Yan Yuan's kiss fell on Ning Zhiyu's hair, and a light fragrance flooded into his nostrils, which made him frown slightly.

It doesn't seem to taste as expected.

Recently, he often met that man in his dreams, but it was no longer limited to the tragic scene. He dreamed that the man seemed to be injured, so he hugged him no matter what he did, enjoying it.

The other person has a scent that makes him obsessed. In his dream, he always likes to rub against the man's body, sniffing non-stop...

Must be thinking too much.

Suppressing the strangeness in her heart, Yan Yuan gently placed Ning Zhiyu on the bed, and when she straightened up, Ning Zhiyu grabbed his arm, "A Yuan..."

It's a remarkable, inviting gesture.

Yan Yuan leaned over and kissed Ning Zhiyu's forehead.

"Hey, you haven't slept in this afternoon. You must be tired. Get some rest. I'll come to accompany you when it's dinner time."

"Your medicine has been quoted, and I have to go get it for you."

Where to get it, I go to Qiankun Palace to get it.

With so many servants in the palace, does Yan Yuan need to go there in person?Should he go to get the dragon scale, or borrow the chance to meet Xuanlong? ...

Ning Zhiyu wraps her white onion hands around Yan Yuan's waist, "I heard from Zong's imperial physician that there is a fertility medicine in this world, after taking it... a man can conceive a child."

Yan Yuan was surprised: "Is there such a medicine?"

Ning Zhi looked at him with clear eyes, and the tips of his ears turned red: "Yes."

"Do you want...to have a child with me?"

Yan Yuan raised her hand to cover Ning Zhiyu's bloodless face: "You are so weak, how can you bear the pain of pregnancy, you are not like Xuanlong, you have ten thousand years of Taoism, no matter how hard you toss it, it will be fine."

"Silly Ayu, let's talk about everything after your body recovers."

"I'm not willing to let you suffer."

Ning Zhiyu's lips twitched: "But..."

"Hey, let's rest." Yan Yuan interrupted him gently, opened Ning Zhiyu's hands around her waist, and lifted the quilt beside her to cover him.

Ning Zhiyu lay on the bed, watching Yan Yuan's leaving back, her eye circles gradually turned red.

His sorrow, the demon dwelling in his body can be felt.

The mocking voice sounded mercilessly.

"Look at how useless you are."

"You have hinted so clearly, but he is still indifferent. You are really a failure."

"As for... If you want me to say, you just need to put this empress in jail, and it's extremely stupid to hand over so much sincerity."

Ning Zhiyu's eyes were empty: "You have never loved... how do you know what it's like to fall in love with someone."

"How do you know that this deity has never loved?!" The other party suddenly became a little out of breath.

"...When I was alive, there were no less than a hundred demon concubines by my side. It was always those demons who loved me to death, and I was too lazy to love others. Only those who have no one to love need to go to such pains to please others Happy."

Ning Zhiyu closed her eyes, not bothering to talk to him anymore.

When Yan Yuan went out, she bumped into Yan Fuheng, who was wearing a python robe, with a silver crown on her head, and her eyes were as calm as a deep pool. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yan Fuheng knelt down on one knee to salute.

"My minister sees the emperor."

Yan Yuan condescendingly looked down on him, and said coldly, "What's the matter."

Yan Fuheng's back was straight, his head was drooping, and his steady voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"The minister's age has come, and it's time to take a wife. Today, I'm here to beg the emperor for a marriage."

"Oh?" Yan Yuan raised the corners of her lips, showing some interest.

"Which noble lady do you have a crush on?"

He wanted to see which courtier Yan Fuheng was going to marry with his wolfish ambitions now that he was in control of a million soldiers.Presumably the other party's status must be not low, so that he can join forces to help him shake the court and change the dynasty.

Yan Fuheng raised his head slowly, and met Yan Yuan's playful gaze without hesitation: "That night, we only met in the hallway of Baohe Hall for a few moments, and I missed that person day and night, and I can't forget it."

"I want to marry, Han Bo, to be the princess."

Yan Yuan's smile froze for a moment, and her eyes became dangerous: "When did you meet him?"

If you talk about your previous life, can you believe it?

Yan Fuheng was silent for a moment: "A long time ago."

Yan Yuan knelt down on one knee, stared at the pair of long and narrow black eyes, leaned close to Yan Fuheng's ear and said in a voice that only each other could hear: "Brother Emperor, you know, that's my pet on the bed... Besides, I have done them all."

Yan Fuheng's eyes darkened: "I know."

Yan Yuan gave a sharp laugh, let go of him and stood up: "Since when did Brother Huang become interested in wearing worn-out shoes?"

Yan Fuheng: "If you meet a lover, the rest will be nothing."

Yan Yuan gritted her teeth tightly, and the violence in her eyes gradually leaked out: "Yan Fuheng...you are courting death."

"Even if I don't want my broken shoes... it's not your turn to wear them."

Yan Fuheng raised his dark eyes that were as cold as an ancient well: "Ruochen, how about exchanging him with millions of military power?"