Binding the Dragon for the Empress

In the evening, when Yan Yuan came back from the imperial study, she went to the Luanfeng Hall to see Ning Zhiyu. He was in a bad mood recently, and his mind kept wandering while eating, and he couldn't even hear what Yan Yuan was saying.

"Ayu, what's wrong with you?"

"Tomorrow is your birthday, why don't you seem very happy to see you? But someone provoked you?"

Ning Zhiyu came back to her senses, smiled lightly and said, "No."

Yan Yuan frowned worriedly: "But you don't feel well?"

Ning Zhiyu shook her head, picked up the crystal cake in the bowl with a spoon: "No."

Yan Yuan raised her hand to put the long hair around her face behind her ears, and sighed, "Xuanlong refused to hand over the inner alchemy, insisting on waiting for the child... after a while, the inner alchemy will be available." , your illness will be cured, don't think about it, if you are unhappy, just tell me, and I will help you solve it."

Ning Zhiyu responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Yan Yuan waved her hand and asked Qingmei to step back, picked up the spoon, scooped up a bowl of black chicken soup and put it in front of Ning Zhiyu: "If you really can't eat it, then drink a bowl of soup, you're so hungry."

"it is good."

Ning Zhiyu picked up the bowl, and took a sip from the side of the bowl. As soon as the golden oily chicken soup entered his throat, a surge of nausea in his stomach rushed straight to his throat. He put down the bowl abruptly, don't pass He covered his lips and retched.

Yan Yuan was startled, and hurriedly raised her hand to carry him back: "What's wrong?"

Ning Zhiyu kept retching, Qingmei was summoned by Yan Yuan, and hurried in with a spittoon, Ning Zhiyu vomited while holding the spittoon, her black hair was scattered, and she spit out all the sporadic mouthfuls of food she had just eaten.

His face was already ugly, but now his blood was gone, he took the brocade handkerchief Yan Yuan handed over and wiped the corners of his lips, the corners of his eyes were red.

Yan Yuan turned her eyes to the dishes on the table: "Is there something wrong with this chicken soup?"

Qingmei replied cautiously: "The chicken soup was tested with a silver needle before it was served, and the servant took a sip, and there is no problem."

Yan Yuan frowned: "Then how could Ah Yu suddenly vomit continuously, it has never happened before."

"Send the imperial physician."

Qingmei was about to go out under the order, Ning Zhiyu grabbed Yan Yuan's sleeve: "No need, maybe it was because I was greedy yesterday, and I felt a little uncomfortable after eating too much."

"I'm a little tired, A Yuan can carry me to sleep."

Yan Yuan grabbed his hand and said with a smile: "Your appetite is like that of a bird, how can you be greedy?"

Ning Zhiyu followed with a smile: "Yes."

Seeing that he was really fine, Yan Yuan asked Qingmei to go out and wait first, so she didn't need to call the imperial physician for the time being.Then she picked up Ning Zhiyu and walked towards the bed, Ning Zhiyu hooked Yan Yuan's neck and leaned against his chest.

"Ayuan..."

Yan Yuan looked down at him: "Huh?"

Ning Zhiyu: "...it's nothing, I just want to call you."

Yan Yuan smiled, and gently placed Ning Zhiyu on the bed, pulled off the quilt and covered him: "Go to sleep when you're tired."

"Yeah." Ning Zhiyu likes to talk to Yan Yuan before going to bed, but today she was surprisingly quiet, she responded lightly, and then closed her eyes.

Yan Yuan stayed by the side of the bed until the branch of the moon, seeing that Ning Zhiyu was breathing steadily, she relaxed and got up to leave.

The person behind who should have been asleep opened his eyes, and after the sound of footsteps disappeared, Ning Zhiyu sat up slowly with the support of the bed, and called out hoarsely.

"Ome."

Qingmei came in and lowered her body: "What is the Queen's order?"

Ning Zhiyu's expression was dull: "You go...call Zong Taiyi."

The vomiting symptom actually started a few days ago, Qingmei was very anxious, she said to call the imperial doctor to see, but Ning Zhiyu refused, and told her not to tell anyone, saying that she was afraid that Yan Yuan would be worried.

Seeing that he was finally willing to invite the imperial physician, Qingmei took Ning Zhiyu's token and left the palace overnight to invite him to the Zonghua Mansion.

About two hours later, Qingmei came into the palace with Zonghua carrying a medicine box on her back. Before starting the pulse diagnosis, Ning Zhiyu sent all the palace people away, only the imperial physician and him remained in the palace.

Zong Hua took out the brocade handkerchief and spread it on Ning Zhiyu's wrist, and asked, "What's wrong with the Empress?"

Ning Zhiyu: "When I saw greasy... I retched."

Zong Hua paused, put two fingers up, focused on making a diagnosis, and after a few breaths, he bent over and kowtowed:

"Congratulations, Queen, this is the pulse of joy."

"I guess it's because the birth control drug has worked."

Ning Zhiyu buzzed in her head, and the heat all over her body disappeared in an instant, her hands and feet were cold: "Xi pulse..."

Really happy pulse...

He was pregnant with the devil's womb...

Zong Hua: "Exactly."

"Don't tell anyone." Ning Zhiyu's eyes were red and her expression was dull. "Prescribe a set of miscarriage pills, and you must end up cleanly... cleanly."

Zong Hua raised his head hesitantly: "Empress, the baby in your womb is breathing steadily. If the emperor knows, he will be happy. Why did you drop it?"

Happy?

Where does joy come from?

Ning Zhiyu turned her head to look at him, her complexion was as white as a ghost, and said softly.

"Don't ask why...you just do it."

"Don't tell anyone about this matter... If it gets out, your good scholar will not need to live in this world."

Zong Hua's brows gradually tightened, and she lowered her head.

"……Yes."

Ning Zhiyu lowered her head, and covered her cheeks with blue silk: "Go get the medicine yourself, the medicine should be thicker, boil ten times the amount..." Otherwise, you may not be able to get it.

Zong Hua wondered: "The Empress, for an ordinary fetus, it only takes a pair of saffron to fall off. If you take too much, it will consume a lot of money on your body."

"Do as I say."

Zong Hua crouched down, no longer persuaded, turned and left, and went to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine in person.

Ning Zhiyu lay down on the bed exhausted, curled up, a wisp of black and red smoke came out from above his head, and condensed into a tall and straight figure beside the bed.

Demon Venerable listened to the conversation just now, and stared blankly at Ning Zhiyu's frail back with his cold red eyes.

"...you have a child of the deity?"

"..." Ning Zhiyu regarded him as air.

Mozun clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "You want to kill him..."

"Otherwise?" Ning Zhiyu asked softly.

"Do I want to leave behind a child of a flower picker?"

Mozun pursed his lips and said unwillingly: "It was you that night..."

"I would rather die that night than be touched by a demon." Ning Zhiyu spoke softly to him, but it was as cold as a solid sword, enough to penetrate the heart of a ghost.

The people behind were silent for a long time.

"What good is he?"

"He doesn't love you."

Ning Zhiyu curled her lips: "That's a hundred times better than you, a devil..."

Mozun's fingertips sank deeply into his palm, his red eyes twinkled, and he said in a low voice.

"It's not the position of queen."

"After I reshape my body and revive the demons, I will make you the queen of the demons."

"I can only want you...this child..."

"Get lost." Ning Zhiyu interrupted him.

The Demon Lord paused.

Ning Zhiyu: "Don't tell me, you're in love with me."

The Mozun snorted indifferently: "How is it possible, I just want to take pity on you and want to be responsible for you."

Ning Zhiyu's words were light and clear: "I'm not rare."

"The farther you go, the happier I am. I wish you would die now, I wish you would never be reborn..."

"Is it."

"Yes."

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you."

When Qingmei came in with the miscarriage medicine, the sky outside the window was already bright, and the miscarriage medicine made from ten times the amount of saffron looked bright red, like fresh blood.

Mozun stood aside, except for Ning Zhiyu, no one else could see him.He watched helplessly as Ning Zhiyu poured down the bowl of pungent decoction drop by drop, his red pupils faintly revealing bloodlust.

When Qingmei took the empty bowl and withdrew, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Ning Zhiyu, apparently the abortion medicine had reacted, the child was separated from the mother's body, pain was inevitable, but he was optimistic about looking at the devil's charming handsome face , laughed.

"A monster like you doesn't deserve a child."

"You are only worthy of going to the [-]th hell to suffer from the fire. Your soul will pollute the air in the world if it is in the world."

Mozun's throat thumped, as if he was going to make a hole in Ning Zhiyu's face, but he disappeared on the spot without saying anything.

Ning Zhiyu limp from the pain, her consciousness quickly became blurred.

……

Perhaps it was because he was leaving tomorrow night, and Que Le was extraordinarily excited. He was young, so it was normal for him to be happy, and he didn't go out immediately after dinner, so he stayed by the bed and chatted with Xuan Long.

"Abo... I'm leaving tomorrow night, you can think about it, where are we going?"

Xuanlong: "Where do you want to go?"

Que Le thought for a while: "Let's go to the Fox Clan to find the elder first, and ask him to look for you, and see if there is any way to save our lives."

Xuanlong responded naturally: "Okay."

Que Le was always worried about the human race: "I'm afraid that that person didn't help us with good intentions, but had some other purpose..."

"I will protect you." Xuanlong said seriously.

Que Le took Xuanlong's cold hands and rubbed them distressingly: "No, I should be the one protecting you and the baby."

It was already late at night, thinking that Yan Yuan would not come, Xuan Long talked to Que Le with confidence, his heart felt warm when he heard the words, his eyes accidentally touched his hand, and he frowned slightly: "Your hand..."

Although Que Le's injuries were healed, the broken fingers were not healed, and were hanging limply. Several of the originally beautiful and slender fingers were broken, presumably because the bones inside were broken.

Que Le lowered the injured hand so that Xuan Long would not see it: "It's nothing, the elders of the Fox Clan can heal it."

"When your body recovers, let's find a place with good mountains and rivers to live in seclusion, and never leave the mundane world, okay?"

Xuanlong: "Well, good."

Que Le chatted with him for a while, seeing Xuan Long's tired face, said: "Then I'll go out first, you go to sleep, call me if you need something."

Xuanlong: "Yes."

When Que Le went out, she happened to bump into Yan Yuan, Xiao Zhanzi didn't have to be on duty tonight, and there was no one guarding the outside of the hall, so no movement came in.Everyone was taken aback, and Yan Yuan frowned at him.

"I didn't tell you not to enter the palace at will."

Quer Le's face was cold, she stepped aside and ignored him.

Yan Yuan didn't bother to argue with him, she passed him and entered the palace door, not long after, the sound of the bed limbs swaying and the man's muffled humming came from inside, as if she deliberately made it to someone.