Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"Mr. Han, it's time for dinner, do you want to pass it on?"

As the night was getting dark, the door of the sleeping hall was knocked lightly three times, and the little eunuch's deliberately lowered voice came from outside.

Xuanlong was sitting cross-legged on the bed to adjust his breath, opened his cold green eyes and looked out the door, asking, "When will Ah Yuan come?"

Apart from the queen, the only person in the world who dares to call Yan Yuan's name is this son. It took only a few days for Xiao Dezi to go from being panic-stricken at the beginning to being calm and composed now, but it is still a bit nonsense to talk about it at this time. guilty conscience.

"The emperor has been tortured by state affairs recently, and he hasn't rested for several nights."

"Mr. Han, don't blame the emperor, he really can't get away."

The people who served Yan Yuan in Qiankun Palace knew that Yan Yuan was guarding the Queen day and night besides going to court these days, almost never leaving her. Even the government affairs were handled in Luanfeng Palace, only Xuanlong was kept in the dark.

He felt ugly and didn't like to go out. He was like this when he was in the thousand-year-old pond. He didn't want to go out to scare others, and he didn't want to be annoying.

After Yan Yuan left with the dragon scale that day, she said she would come to him at night, but she didn't keep her promise.

They have not seen each other for three days.

Xuanlong is used to being alone and likes to be quiet, three days should be nothing more than a blink of an eye to him, but he couldn't wait for Yan Yuan, so he always felt restless.

If you take a closer look, it may be the lovesickness that the human race said.

"I didn't blame him." Xuan Long said in a muffled voice.

The young master inside is mysterious, he doesn't know what he looks like, he has a very boring temper, Yan Yuan ordered that no one is allowed to see him, and whenever the palace people go in to deliver meals, that person always avoids him.

"My lord, do you want to pass on the meal?" Xiao Dezi asked again through the door out of curiosity.

The person inside seemed to cough a few times, and said hoarsely, "No need."

Sounds like sickness.

The emperor obviously didn't pay much attention to the people inside, otherwise he wouldn't be hiding it so that he wouldn't give them a name. Xiao Dezi wanted to back away, but couldn't bear it, so he asked too much.

"Young master, but you are not feeling well? Do you want to pass on the imperial physician?"

Xuanlong covered his mouth and coughed twice again, he put his palm on the wound on his chest, couldn't help but lie down, and said he felt better.

"Nothing, you go down."

The scale-plucked wound was only wrapped with white cloth, and no medicine was applied. In the past, the wound could be healed after a few days of breath adjustment with spells, but now it is useless.

Xuanlong has never been afraid of heaven and earth calamity. If he can become an immortal, he will become an immortal. If he is unlucky and dies, he will die. Anyway, no one cares about him.

Today is very different.

He also started to get scared, afraid that if he died, what would happen if Yan Yuan was left alone.

The mortal medicine is useless to him, he can only bear it hard.

at the same time.

Luanfeng Hall.

Dragon scale is used as medicine, three times a day, after three days of continuous consumption, Ning Zhiyu's complexion has become much ruddy.

Zong Hua stood in front of the bed, bent over the silk veil to check the pulse of the man on the bed.

Yan Yuan didn't dare to breathe too hard, she stood aside, stared at the young face of the imperial physician and asked, "How is it?"

After a while, Zong Hua withdrew his hand, cupped his hands and said, "If you go back to the emperor, the medicinal effect of this dragon scale is better than what I imagined. The empress' pulse is getting stronger and stronger, and maybe she will wake up in less than thirty days."

"It's so good, it's so good." Yan Yuan was overjoyed and smiled. "These days have been hard for the imperial physician Zong."

"When my Ayu recovers, I will reward you well."

"This is a matter of my duty, I dare not covet rewards."

Zong Hua couldn't evade it, thanked him and prepared to leave.

Yan Yuan sat down on the edge of the bed, held Ning Zhiyu's hand, and suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute."

Zong Hua turned around without knowing why.

Yan Yuan: "Did Ai Qing bring good wound medicine?"

Zong Hua: "Is the emperor injured?"

"No, if you bring it, just give it to me."

In the past few days, Yan Yuan has devoted herself to Ning Zhiyu, completely neglecting Xuanlong. He just remembered the dragon that he had thrown in the side hall, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

I have to coax him well when I go back tonight.