Binding the Dragon for the Empress

In the alleyway of the vermilion palace wall, Yan Yuan dressed in a dragon robe and sat on a dragon chariot, followed by a group of court ladies and eunuchs, heading for the Jinluan Hall.He was reminiscing about Xuanlong's ecstasy body, when he heard Chen Yan who was following him ask cautiously.

"Your Majesty, since the Young Master has been blessed, do you want to give him a title?"

Yan Yuan's expression turned cold instantly, and she looked down at the old eunuch condescendingly: "I promised to be a couple with Zhiyu for the rest of my life, how can I break my promise."

Chen Yan quickly lowered his body: "The emperor atones, it's the servant who talks too much."

Yan Yuan snorted coldly and looked away.

If it wasn't for Ning Zhiyu, he and the Xuanlong monster would never have met each other in this life, how could he give him a title.

The day Ning Zhiyu recovers to health will be the time when he will be separated from Xuanlong.

"You should be more careful. If Ayu wakes up and hears something that shouldn't be heard, watch your head carefully."

Chen Yan raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Hey, I will make the maids and eunuchs keep their mouths shut so that nothing will be revealed."

Only then was Yan Yuan satisfied, and inappropriately, the image of Xuanlong enjoying herself under him appeared in her mind.

It’s okay to be entangled when we are together, but when we are separated, I still always think of him. Maybe he is really bewitched. Yan Yuan forced herself to think about the government and Ning Zhiyu, but she stopped thinking about that cold-looking, but in fact, she is so simple that she can be fooled. Described as Xuanlong.

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If the demons of ten thousand years practice good ways, they will not be far from becoming immortals. In fact, they don't need to sleep very much. When they practice with their minds closed, it is equivalent to rest. However, the black dragon's catastrophe is approaching, and their habits will gradually degenerate to be similar to those of humans. .

Not long after Yan Yuan left, Xuanlong fell asleep again. He seems to have become particularly lazy and lethargic recently.

It was nearly noon, and the hot sun outside the window had long disappeared. Dark clouds covered half of the sky, lightning and thunder, and thunderstorms. It was an ominous omen no matter how you looked at it.

Xuanlong woke up in a trance, remembering that he promised Yan Yuan to hand over the dragon scale to him at noon, he got up and got out of bed bearing the discomfort in his body.

The blood between the legs had already dried up, but the pain was severe in the unspeakable place, every step he took felt like a knife had been scraped, he didn't need to pretend that Yan Yuan wasn't there, and walked slowly towards the bathtub prepared by the palace servants earlier , fine sweat oozes from the forehead.

After hastily cleaning his body, he transformed into a black iron dagger in his hand.

The black iron dagger cuts iron like mud, and cuts dragon scales very smoothly, but it hurts too much, and the movement is slow. He cut 15 pieces in a row, and his wrist began to shake. Blood poured from his chest, and the originally clear water was dyed bright red.

Xuanlong was sleeping when Yan Yuan left, and Xuanlong was still sleeping when Yan Yuan came back, sitting on the edge of the bed and shaking the man on the bed.

"Abo, wake up."

Xuanlong's face was pale, and his brows were slightly frowned. Yan Yuan called him for a long time before he opened his ice-green monster eyes, looked at Yan Yuan quietly, and said weakly: "You are back."

"Why are you still sleeping?" Yan Yuan was a little dissatisfied. "I've been calling you for a long time."

Xuanlong propped up the bed and sat up slowly, silently picked up the black lacquered wooden box beside the bed and handed it to Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan wondered: "What is this?"

"Dragon scale." Xuanlong had no expression on his face.

Yan Yuan's face was overjoyed, and she couldn't wait to open the box. There were 30 clean dragon scales neatly stacked inside, exuding a familiar faint fragrance.

"A Bo, you are so kind." Yan Yuan raised her head and smiled.

Xuanlong was not used to being praised like this, his stern face was slightly heated, he avoided his eyes and did not speak, and then listened to Yan Yuan.

"I'm in a hurry. I can't have lunch with you at noon. I'll come to you in the evening."

"Abo, you won't be angry, right?..."

Xuanlong was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

Yan Yuan happily leaned over to kiss him, said some nice words perfunctorily, and hurried away with the dragon scale.

Now that he has got the dragon scale, how can he still have the heart to eat with him here.