Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Hua Jing took a few small steps back in horror: "No..."

Yan Yuan approached her: "Take it out."

Shrouded in the shadow of the tall human race, Hua Jing was so afraid that tears filled her eyes, she shook her head and said, "If there is no child, Aaron will die."

Yan Yuan frowned: "What?"

"The child will be five months soon... If he is gone, he will die." Hua Jing didn't lie, Xuanlong gave up his life to keep the child, if the child is gone, would he still have hope of living?

Not anymore.

Yan Yuan stared suspiciously at the woman's petite face: "Impossible, women can induce labor at five or six months of pregnancy, don't lie to me."

"Humans and dragons have different physiques..." Hua Jing retorted softly.

Yan Yuan: "He has ten thousand years of Taoism, no matter how different his physique is, he should be stronger. How could he die without a child?"

Hua Niang held back her tears and straightened her neck: "I will die."

Yan Yuan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Hua Niang took the opportunity and said: "If he dies, you won't be able to save your queen!"

"Shut up." Yan Yuan lowered her face.

Whether he is dead or not, he wants Xuanlong to stay with him for the rest of his life, and he is not allowed to go anywhere.

He ordered people to send Hua Niang out of the palace, and bought her a house outside the palace.After all, she is the only doctor who can save Xuanlong right now, Yan Yuan must take good care of her, and if anything happens to Xuanlong, call her at any time.

Last time after Hua Jing moved out of the house in Huawei Lane, she took her daughter to hide in a broken thatched hut in the old forest on the outskirts of the city, and only went to the city every ten days to buy daily necessities, no wonder Yan Yuan couldn't find her at that time.

In this way, it can be regarded as a good deed, and Xuanlong will be happy when he wakes up.

According to the instructions of the flower essence, someone ordered the medicine to be boiled and delivered, and Yan Yuan personally fed it to Xuanlong. I don't know if it was an illusion, but after the flower essence came, Xuanlong's breathing became a little more stable, but his face was still very pale.

Yan Yuan sat on the side of the bed and guarded him, her mind was full of distracting thoughts.Guessing that Hua Jing is lying, her words are full of loopholes no matter how they sound, but I have to say, 'he will die', those three words really make Yan Yuan feel disgusted.

Now that Xuanlong's body is so weak, let the child stay in his womb temporarily, if he really wants to give birth, it's not impossible... Wait, what are you thinking?

Such a half-human, half-dragon monster was born, who in the world could tolerate him?If he was raised in the palace, the maids and eunuchs would probably laugh at him secretly.

Ayu couldn't explain it... Subconsciously, Yan Yuan didn't want to think about it anymore.

It is always easy for people to choose to escape when faced with a dilemma. One side is the worldly prejudice and the trust of the beloved, and the other side is Xuanlong's most valued child. In the past, Yan Yuan would choose the former without hesitation, but now Inexplicably began to hesitate, perhaps because seeing him willingly endure the unbearable suffering of ordinary people for their children, no matter how cruel his heart is, he will be moved and softened.

Demonic Gu can control the human body, control who the victim's heart pretends to be, and whom he falls in love with, but it cannot control the soul to unconsciously follow the obsession that has been sought for thousands of years.

The sun is setting, and the setting sun is west.

The man on the bed slowly woke up at the moment when the day completely turned into night, Yan Yuan grabbed his hand on the quilt: "A Bo, you're awake..."

The sharp stabbing pain on the back invaded Xuanlong's nerves, and he turned his head weakly to look at the person beside the bed. Yan Yuan's eyes were filled with joy, probably because he was happy that he didn't die, so he could continue to support his queen with flesh and blood.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but Yanyuan held it too tightly, Xuanlong had no strength, and didn't want to talk too much, so she gave up.

Yan Yuan ordered the palace servants outside to prepare meals, then turned around and spoke to Xuan Long, somewhat flattering the inside.

"You've been in a coma for days."

"It was the flower essence that saved you."

"...I have let her out of the palace, don't worry."

Xuanlong turned his head and looked up, still silent.

Yan Yuan didn't like his appearance very much, so she couldn't help asking for credit: "I built a house for her, and if you feel uncomfortable in the future, I will ask her to come and see a doctor for you."

"Hua Niang doesn't like to be in the crowd, you let her and Ying'er go." Xuanlong said hoarsely.

When mentioning others, Xuanlong reacted, and Yan Yuan felt a little unhappy: "Then what should you do if you have a headache in the future, and the imperial physician in the palace will not treat you."

Xuanlong closed his eyes: "I don't need others to heal me."

Yan Yuan frowned: "Don't lose your temper, this time it's my fault, I shouldn't ask you to pull out so many scales at once, you are too, you can't even learn how to be soft, if I tell you to pull out, you will pull out all the scales in one go , I told you to die, did you really die?"

Xuanlong murmured: "What is...to be soft."

After taking it soft, can you not have to pull out the scales?

After being subdued, Yan Yuan will be able to let Que Le go?

"That's right..." Yan Yuan paused and said seriously. "When I am angry, you can say a few nice words to me, coax me, and when I am happy, I will treat you kindly."

Xuanlong turned his face away, and said sullenly: "I don't need you to treat me well."

The attitude of complete resistance caused Yan Yuan to burst into anger from the bottom of her heart, and her face changed, "You don't know..."

Xuanlong's breathing suddenly became a little short, and Yan Yuan looked down, it turned out that she was holding his hand too tightly, which hurt his hand.Suddenly he woke up, relaxed a little bit, pinched his palm and rubbed it gently.

"Okay, I know that you are in pain and in a bad mood, so I don't care about you."

"Let's eat something first. It's shrimp and corn porridge. It's sweet and refreshing. You should like it."

Yan Yuan picked up the bowl from the tray in the hands of the palace servants. The porridge was prepared by the palace servants earlier, and it was kept warm in the pot in the small kitchen. Xuanlong could eat it anytime when he woke up.

If he wants to treat people well, he can be very good, but if he treats people badly, he can be extremely bad.

Yan Yuan waved her hand to withdraw from the palace, scooped up a small spoonful of porridge, put it on her lips and blew it, then carefully handed it to Xuanlong's lips: "Open your mouth."

His back injury was too serious, and the wound would definitely be involved when he got up, and it might be more comfortable to lie down and eat.

Xuan Long turned his head and searched around the hall, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see: "...Where is Que Le."

Yan Yuan frowned slightly, and quickly let go: "Still in prison."

Xuanlong's icy green eyes slowly turned to him: "You said that after I pulled out the scales, I let him go."

In the evening, Yan Yuan specially took a bath and freshened up, and cleaned her face. At this time, she looked refreshed, and she was still as handsome and capable as before.

"Let's eat porridge first."

The spoon was passed to Xuanlong's tightly pursed lips, a little soup fell on the corner of his mouth and slid across his cheeks.

Xuan Long spoke with difficulty: "I want to see... Que Le."

Suppressing her unhappiness, Yan Yuan took out the handkerchief from her skirt and wiped his face, then scooped up a spoonful and handed it over.

"Okay, I'll let him go right after you eat."

Xuanlong looked at him for a while, confirming that he didn't seem to be lying, and then slowly opened his mouth.

After being in a coma for too long, the coating on her tongue was bitter and tasteless, even though Yan Yuan blew on the porridge and then fed it into Xuanlong's mouth, but fed it impatiently, the porridge was still hot when it entered her throat, making it difficult to swallow.

Xuanlong kept silent, eating quietly, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he coughed violently after taking a few mouthfuls, coughing up blood from his hands.

The wound on his back seemed to be split open, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. Xuanlong wiped the blood on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, and tried to hide his hand by his side with his palms together, but Yan Yuan grabbed his wrist.

"How could this be?..."

The bright red liquid seeped out from between Xuanlong's fingers and dripped onto the brocade-blue quilt. Yan Yuan put the bowl on the wooden board beside the bed and forcibly parted Xuanlong's hand, completely stunned.

"Why do you cough up blood..."

"Didn't you suffer from trauma?"

Xuanlong was lying flat, with his face facing the inside of the bed, from Yan Yuan's angle, he could only see the hideous scar on the right side of his face, which was hard to conceal under the candlelight.

"Speak!" Yan Yuan roared.

"Porridge, it's too hot." Xuanlong replied quietly.

Yan Yuan's eyes dimmed: "Why didn't you say hot just now?"

Xuan Long didn't reply to him, and didn't move, as if he was going to sleep again.

Yan Yuan took out the handkerchief and wiped off the blood on his palm, the snow-white handkerchief turned bright red with a faint cool fragrance, very beautiful.

After wiping, he put the handkerchief aside, picked up the bowl again, and spoke softer.

"Eat more."

Xuanlong didn't respond, Yan Yuan stood up to look at him, and found that his eyes were closed and he was already asleep.

Yan Yuan was frightened by her overly quiet appearance.

Hua Niang, who had just been sent out of the palace, was summoned back overnight.

When the guards broke into the house, Hua Niang was eating with her two-year-old daughter. The crowd of people frightened the little girl to cry. Hua Niang was afraid that she would never return, and her daughter would starve to death in this place.They brought their daughter into the palace together, and when they arrived at Qiankun Palace, the baby had already fallen asleep in her arms, with pink skin, pink eyelashes hanging down, and a small nose that swayed slightly, as delicate as a well-crafted artwork.

Seeing Yan Yuan staring straight at the little person in her arms, Hua Niang tightened her grip on the baby vigilantly: "...what are you going to do again?"

Yan Yuan withdrew her gaze: "He coughed up blood today, don't tell me, pulling the scales will cough up blood."

"What happened to him?"

He winked at the palace man next to him, and someone immediately went up to pick up the child in Hua Niang's hands.

"Give him a diagnosis and treatment first, and I will not hurt you and your daughter."

After confirming that the child would not leave her sight, Hua Niang let go of her hand. She walked to the bedside, and used her spiritual sense to check Xuanlong's pulse. After a few breaths, she withdrew her hands.

"It's depression and illness."

Yan Yuan frowned: "Depressed and sick?"

This kind of sickness often happens to humans... Demons also get depressed and become sick?

Hua Niang lowered her eyes, looked at Xuanlong's lifeless face, and said softly: "Well... because Aaron is in a bad mood."

"If you treat him better, he will heal without treatment."

In fact, where did the depression come from, but it was because the power of the soul had declined too much, and even the body began to weaken rapidly, and his time would not exceed a year.

If Yanyuan treats him better and raises him well, don't always bully him and make him suffer what he shouldn't have to suffer, Xuanlong may live longer, but no matter how long it is, it will not exceed a year up.

"You'd better not lie, or you'll absolutely regret it."

"...I didn't lie." Hua Niang whispered.

Seeing that her expression was normal, Yan Yuan believed it for the time being: "Do you want to prescribe some medicine?"

Hua Niang shook her head: "No need, just make him happy every day, that's fine."

Yan Yuan bent over and grabbed Xuanlong's cold hand, and put it into the bedding: "Got it."

When Hua Niang took her sleeping daughter from the palace man, she heard Yan Yuan asking behind her.

"Is this the child you had with the human race?"

Hua Niang was stunned: "No... her father is the Snow Wolf Demon."

Yan Yuan stared at Yuxue's cute little face: "Why didn't you see wolf ears on her head?"

Hua Niang stroked her daughter's fluffy curly hair with a soft expression: "She follows me, her original body is a flower like mine, and she has no ears."