Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"The all-white robes will inevitably get tiresome after looking at them for a long time. Qingmei said that the black robes look good, so I asked someone to make a few."

"... Isn't it pretty?"

From the time they met, Ning Zhiyu liked to wear white robes, and occasionally changed to light blue or light blue.Since becoming a queen, Ning Zhiyu has not worn any color other than white robes, unless she must wear a special fire-colored phoenix robe to attend a state banquet.

It was the first time I saw him wearing such a strong color on weekdays, it was still black.

Yan Yuan thought of the dragon that she deliberately left out, shook her head, and sat down beside Ning Zhiyu, with a bit of absent-mindedness that she didn't even realize: "Silly Ayu, you look good in anything, whether it's I like you no matter what."

Ning Zhiyu's hands hidden in the sleeves curled up nervously, with sadness hidden in her heart, she forced a smile and said, "It's good that you look pleasing to the eye."

Yan Yuan picked up the chopsticks and put a crystal shrimp dumpling into a small bowl for him: "Eat it, wait for me, the food will be cold."

"No." Ning Zhiyu replied in a low voice, picking up the chopsticks.

Yan Yuan took the hot chicken soup filled with green plums and took a sip: "It will be your birthday in a few days, do you have anything special you want?"

"Ayu?"

Ning Zhiyu lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking, she poked the shrimp dumpling with her chopsticks, almost smashing the skin, before she picked it up, Yan Yuan called him several times before Ning Zhiyu turned to look at him.

"……what?"

Yan Yuan smiled and raised her hand to scrape the bridge of his nose: "What's wrong with you today, how can you be so careless about eating, but your health is not good?"

"No, I've taken dragon scales and it's much better." Ning Zhiyu said with a smile.

Yan Yuan patiently repeated: "I just said that next month will be your birthday, do you have anything special you want."

"The birthday ceremony, which only comes once a year, must be well prepared. At that time, I will invite all officials to enter the palace to celebrate you, the whole country will be exempted from tax for one month, and then the prisoners who were imprisoned last month will be pardoned, so as to accumulate blessings for you. How about it?"

He was the one who was neglected in the prime minister's mansion since he was a child. He had no love from his father and no love from his mother, and he had never celebrated his birthday. It was only after meeting Yan Yuan that he had this blessing.Looking at Yan Yuan's cheerful smiling face, Ning Zhiyu felt happy but also sad.

Glad that he misses himself so much, and remembers his birthday every year more carefully than himself.

It is sad that all these good things are stolen from others by him despicably and shamelessly.He already had what he should have lost, and he didn't dare to be greedy for more. As long as the person in front of him was by his side in this life, no matter what happened, he would stay with him in life and death, never leaving him.

The corners of Ning Zhiyu's eyes were bright red, she looked at Yan Yuan and smiled.

"I just want to find the lost silver hairpin."

"Birthdays happen every year, so don't hold them in a big way. Extravagance and waste are always bad."

Yan Yuan put down her chopsticks, took Ning Zhiyu's hand on her lap, and said affectionately: "It's not easy, I will send someone out of the palace tomorrow to buy a hundred identical silver hairpins, put one by your bedside, Put one on your body, put one in front of the bronze mirror, put it everywhere you can see it, even if you lose ten, there are still ninety.”

Ning Zhiyu knew that Yan Yuan was trying to make her happy, and was amused by him, but the redness in her eyes did not fade away, she stared at the other party, and said softly.

"I only want that one, it's unique, and no gold or silver can replace it."

Yan Yuan pinched his nose: "Silly Ayu, why are you so stubborn... Well, I promise you, I will try my best to find it for you, if you really can't find it, I can only send you a new one. "

"En." Ning Zhiyu said dumbly.

He is not in good health, and when he is often depressed, Yan Yuan is aware of it, so she takes care of him very carefully, and asks Qingmei to step aside, and personally feeds Ningzhi Yubu vegetables.

After about half a stick of incense time passed, Ning Zhiyu put down her chopsticks, picked up the light green warm jade jug at hand, poured a glass of wine and put it in Yan Yuan's hand.

"Ayuan, this is the daughter's red that my father sent the day before yesterday. It has been buried in the ground for 20 years. He brewed it himself. You can taste it, it suits your appetite..."

Yan Yuan is actually not addicted to alcohol, whether it is Nurhong or Zui Chunlan, he thinks it is too strong, but the sweet fruit wine is more suitable for his taste, but Ning Zhiyu is so kind, he can't refuse, so he takes it. Pick up the wine glass.

"Okay, since it's brewed by the head of the country, I have to taste it."

Yan Yuan took the cup and was about to drink it, Ning Zhiyu suddenly raised her hand to grab his arm, "A Yuan..."

"Huh?" Yan Yuan turned her head to look.

A black robe made Ning Zhiyu's face look too pale, his smile was light, no different from usual, but there was an indescribable strong emotion for no reason... like despair.

"I love you."

Xuanlong's handsome face appeared in Yan Yuan's mind inappropriately. She thought that the taciturn dragon loved him very much, but who told him that the person he loved was Ning Zhiyu? Zhiyu's warm cheeks.

"Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"I love you too."

Ning Zhiyu put her hand on Yan Yuan's hand that was pressed against her cheek, and she gained some confidence in her heart: "If you want to say it, then I will say it."

Yan Yuan drew back with a smile, raised the wine glass, Ning Zhiyu stared at his movements anxiously, seeing that the wall of the glass was about to touch Yan Yuan's lips, an eunuch hurried in from outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, it's not good..."

Yan Yuan frowned, and put down the cup: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yan leaned close to Yan Yuan's ear, and said in a low voice, "There's news from Qiankun Palace that Mr. Han is seriously ill, and he hasn't woken up for three days, so he might die soon..."

Yan Yuan stood up from the stool: "What did you say?!"

Chen Yan's face was serious, and he said in a low voice, "It was reported by the little blanket who served by Mr. Han's side."

"Damn servant, you didn't come here until now, and you blocked the door that day and didn't let me in!" Yan Yuan sullenly wanted to leave.

Ning Zhiyu grabbed his wrist: "A Yuan..."

Yan Yuan turned around and touched Ning Zhiyu's face, then calmed down: "I have something to do, I have to go, I can't accompany you for dinner tonight, I will come to see you tomorrow."

"Hey, go to bed early."

Ning Zhiyu used to be the most docile and obedient, but this time when Yan Yuan withdrew her hand, she didn't let go, pressed her face tightly, and said dumbly: "If I don't let you go."

Looking at him like this, Yan Yuan couldn't bear it: "Xuanlong has an accident, if he dies, who will save you."

"I have to go and see soon."

With tears in Ning Zhiyu's eyes, she shook her head and said, "I don't want him to save me... I just want you to look at me right now, and I'll be fine."

"To live long is to live..."

Yan Yuan's pretty eyebrows frowned: "If you say something stupid again, I'm really going to get angry."

Feeling very panicked, Yan Yuan casually comforted Ning Zhiyu a few words, then left without looking back.

Knowing clearly that Xuanlong is Yan Yuan's true love, she still felt at a loss when she was really abandoned by him, Ning Zhiyu looked down at her empty palm, tears streaming down her cheeks silently.

"Pathetic, deplorable, ridiculous."

"Look at yourself, you are still a queen, you are afraid that you are not as good as the young lady in your human brothel, and the young lady will make thousands of people fall when she smiles, what about you?..."

"It's a good thing you sent it up without taking off your clothes, otherwise you would be ashamed."

"My deity advises you not to use these useless tricks. The heart of Xuanlong dug out by Yan Yuan is the right way. Once Xuanlong dies, Yan Yuan will be yours for the rest of her life. Why are you so obsessed with these useless things?" A trivial matter? It doesn’t matter if you love it or not, as long as his people are by your side.”

Since just now, Mozun has been making sarcastic remarks to him, but Ning Zhiyu ignored him.At this moment, he didn't respond either, Bing Tui palace man picked up the glass of wine that Yan Yuan hadn't drunk, drank it down in one gulp, when he raised his head, tears ran across the red skin at the corners of his eyes.

The Mozun said in surprise: "There is acacia in this wine, are you crazy?"

Ning Zhiyu didn't drink very well, and after drinking a glass, drunkenness appeared in his eyes, he smiled, and continued to fill himself up, pouring one cup after another into his mouth.

It doesn't matter whether it's a happy ending or not.

About five or six glasses went down, and phantoms began to appear in front of her. Ning Zhiyu stared at the small wine glass between her fingers, and murmured softly.

"You're right, I'm a bitch..."

"Some people are born humble...even if they take the position of queen, they will not change."

"But why did I ever want to sit in this position... I just want someone to treat me sincerely..."

"Don't dislike my lowliness, don't dislike my lowliness... that's fine..."

"He is the only one who treats me sincerely... After meeting him, I realized that I am not a beast that can be trampled on at will, but a living person..."

Ning Zhiyu closed his eyes and drank the wine in the glass, poured it again with his wrist shaking, and said with tears streaming down his face: "But why, God wants to take back even this little bit of goodness..."

"Hey...Actually, you're not that unbearable." The voice in his head said.

Ning Zhiyu smiled indifferently: "Really."

"How did you ever think highly of me..."

The voice coughed twice, "If I despise you, I won't live in your body anymore."

Ning Zhiyu smiled lowly, tilted his body on the wine table, knocked over the wine pot, leaned on his arms, squinted at the dim candle flames in the distance: "I don't care what other people do... I just want them If only one person treats me well, I will be satisfied."

Mozun: "Hmph, then you are really easy to be satisfied."

When spirits enter the stomach, it is supposed to be drowsy, but with the participation of Hehuan San, it is not the same thing.

An irresistible heat gradually rose up on her body, and her throat seemed to be swallowed by fire. With the little consciousness left, Ning Zhiyu got up unsteadily and climbed onto the bed, curling herself up.

But the hotness intensified, and he couldn't help pulling on his clothes around the neckline, and he moaned in pain from his throat.

Hearing that Hehuansan would bleed to death if he did not have sex with others, but Ning Zhiyu was not afraid at all, he thought in confusion, if he died like this, maybe he could still leave an indelible mark in Yan Yuan's heart Memory, so he doesn't have to struggle with love and conscience.

Mozun anxiously asked him if he was okay in his mind, Ning Zhiyu felt noisy and told him not to talk, maybe the devil had a moody problem again, so he scolded him angrily, and finally calmed down.

A tall figure gradually appeared beside the bed, turning from fiction to reality. The man was wearing a black and red iron battle robe, and his fiery red hair was windless. He had an overly handsome and flamboyant face, with natural scarlet pupils , revealing a cold anger.

Ning Zhiyu's clothes were half-removed, and the black robe was hanging on her chest, revealing her almost transparent white skin and deep collarbone. The bed was covered with black hair under her body, and she vaguely felt that someone was watching her, and unconsciously moved towards the bedside. Looking at it, who knows that cold sweat just slipped into his eyes, so he couldn't see that person's face clearly.

"Ayuan..."

The man's expression changed slightly, his pale but strong finger bones pinched Ning Zhiyu's chin, and said coldly.

"Stupid human race, open your eyes and see clearly, the deity's name is Gousan, not your Yuan."

Ning Zhiyu was forced to raise her head, her eyelashes trembling: "A Yuan..."

Mozun looked at him: "Hmph, you look better in white."

"This black robe is not suitable for you, it looks intrusive, please take it off for you with great mercy."

After speaking, he raised his hand and pulled Ning Zhiyu's clothes. The tough fabric was torn instantly. Ning Zhiyu had been insane for a long time, so he easily let the demon take off his clothes. Bai Yu fell between the golden mattresses, her slender legs curled up instinctively, she held onto the hand and murmured tears against her face, wet eyelashes.

Candlelight shrouded the dimly lit hall, the Mozun bent down his tall body, pinched Ning Zhiyu's cheeks, and frowned in disgust.

"I don't like men."