Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The heirs of the demon clan can be born in six months, so they are slightly pregnant in the first month of pregnancy. When you raise your hand to paste it, the touch under the palm is soft and warm.

In the past, Mo San hated those noisy children very much, but now that he is his heir, it is not like that, maybe because his relatives are no longer there, so he looks forward to the children who are bound by blood with him in this world.

pity……

In the middle of the night, Mozun sat on the side of the bed, watching the person on the bed not moving for a long time, the complexity in his eyes was beyond words.After a long time, he leaned forward and pulled the quilt on the inside, and gently covered Ning Zhiyu.

Early in the morning, it rained outside the hall, strung together into drops of water falling from the eaves of the hall, when Ning Zhiyu woke up leisurely, she heard the voice in her head.

"If you want to drop the child, there is only one way."

"After the deity's body is reshaped, the child can be crushed with spiritual power and then excreted."

"Although I can temporarily leave your body now, I can't use my spiritual power."

Mozun's voice was hoarse and exhausted, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Ning Zhiyu supported the bed and sat up slowly: "You have the heart of a dragon... and you will be able to kill Yan Yuan."

"I won't give you a chance to hurt him..."

"I won't trust you again."

Mozun sneered, "Believe it or not."

Today is no different from the usual day. Ning Zhiyu got up and had a light breakfast. He loves to read poems and songs. Since Xuanlong appeared, he has not been in the mood to read for a long time. In the afternoon, he asked Qingmei to find the best book. My beloved came, turned a few pages, and saw all the words in my eyes, but I didn't care about the kindness in it.

The autumn rain has been dripping all day, and the days are getting shorter and shorter. It seems that it will be dark, Qingmei comes in and asks Ning Zhiyu if she wants to pass on dinner, Ning Zhiyu leans on the small couch, looking at the hazy rain and fog outside the window ,road.

"Qingmei, I want to visit Yuqing Pavilion."

Qingmei paused: "Empress Empress, it's still raining, there's not even a moonlight tonight, what's there to see."

"Why don't you ask him to go with you when the emperor is in the sky."

Ning Zhiyu shook her head: "I want to go by myself."

Qingmei couldn't resist him, so she took the fox fur and put it on Ning Zhiyu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and went out with him.

The night was cold and cold, Ning Zhiyu occasionally covered her lips and coughed twice, the skin at the end of her eyes was flushed, she looked pale, but she looked in a good mood, with a slight smile in her eyes.

Qingmei hadn't seen Ning Zhiyu so happy for a long time, it was a bit strange, recently the emperor would come to Luanfeng Palace, but because of busy government affairs, he would always discuss state affairs with the courtiers in the imperial study, and when he came, he would sit for half an hour and then leave, accompanying The time spent watching the queen is much less than before, I don't know what he is happy about.

I muttered in my heart, but didn't ask.

After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at Yuqing Pavilion.It is the tallest pavilion in the imperial palace. It has more than 10 floors. It looks like a tower, but it is slightly more spacious than the tower.

This pavilion was built for Ning Zhiyu when Yan Yuan was still the crown prince.Ning Zhiyu was born in the prime minister's family, her birth mother was humble, unlike her brothers and sisters who were born directly, she did not have the opportunity to go out and show her face. He had never been out of the house a few times since he was a child, and later entered the palace as the prince's companion, and he did not have much chance to see outside In this world, Yan Yuan ordered someone to build this loft for him. Standing here, he could see the lights of thousands of families outside the imperial city.

That is the most beautiful scenery in the world in Ning Zhiyu's eyes.

The two stopped in front of the pavilion, and Qingmei looked at Ning Zhiyu worriedly: "Empress Empress, there are thousands of steps in the attic, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, so I will find a stronger eunuch to carry you up." ?..."

Ning Zhiyu smiled and shook her head: "I'll go by myself."

When coming here before, Yan Yuan was afraid that he would be tired, so she always carried him up, but now that Yan Yuan is busy, he came by himself, so she walked up by herself.

Qingmei had no choice but to obey.

The stairs in the tower are narrow, the two of them walked side by side, there was a little space left, Ning Zhiyu moved very slowly after walking halfway, Qingmei supported him vigorously, and finally insisted on reaching the pavilion on the top of the building.

The sky was completely dark, and there were a few small lamps burning around. Outside the pavilion, there was nothing to be seen except the mist.

But that didn't stop Ning Zhiyu from smiling: "A Yuan and I used to come here often, and when I was in a bad mood, he would bring me here to see the lights outside the imperial city, the moonlight and the stars in the sky. Bright."

Qingmei: "But it's raining today..."

How can there be moonlight and starlight when it rains.

Ning Zhiyu's smile remained unchanged: "Yes, it's raining today..."

The thick fog blocked the lights outside the imperial city, as if the night was so dark and thick.In fact, what does it matter if it rains, there will be many, many sunny days in the future, and he and Yan Yuan will have a long, long future.

As A Yuan said, they will stand here, watching the scenery for a lifetime, and when they are gray-haired, they will hold hands and climb up together, admiring the moonlight and the stars.

But who knows that a lifetime is so long... so long that there are too many unexpected variables in the middle, blowing the vow between them like the wind, and now there is only a little bit left to hold it in the palm of your hand. .

Open your hand and fly away.

Although Ning Zhiyu smiled, there was a lingering sadness all over her body, Qingmei knew that he must have remembered something, so she comforted her softly.

"It's all right, the empress will come again when the sky clears next time."

Ning Zhiyu shook her head and said softly, "I won't come."

Qingmei: "Why?..."

Ning Zhiyu's eyes were full of mist, and her smile was faint: "I won't come..."

"It's already changed."

"It's just sad to come here more often."

"I'm tired."

Qingmei became more and more worried: "Empress Empress... go back when you are tired, maybe the emperor is already waiting for you to eat in Luanfeng Palace."

Ning Zhiyu's back was straight, half of her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she was dressed in white, like a qiongzhiyu tree. He looked at the rain and fog outside the pavilion and said softly.

"The person he was waiting for was never me."

Qingmei: "The Empress, don't say that..."

"Qingmei." Ning Zhiyu gently interrupted him.

"The servant is here." Qing Mei whispered.

Ning Zhiyu didn't look at her: "Go back, it's time for dinner, don't make him wait too long."

Qing Mei hesitated and said: "Empress Empress, I don't understand what you mean..."

Ning Zhiyu's voice was low and hoarse: "Go back and tell the emperor that I love him."

"This life is like a husband, Ning Zhiyu has nothing else to ask for."

"I just hope that in the next life, if we still have fate... we can go for a longer time... a little longer..."

Ning Zhiyu lowered her head and muttered, Qingmei saw him crying.

"The Queen Mother..."

Ning Zhiyu allowed tears to flow down her face, since it was the last time she was sad, so there's no harm in being wanton.

"I'm tired……"

"I don't want to fight anymore, things that don't belong to me..."

Under Qingmei's watchful eyes, Ning Zhiyu slowly approached the half-person-high wooden fence, looking at the ground below, covered by thick fog, the height of ten floors looked like an abyss.

"If you fall from here, you will definitely die ugly..."

Qingmei vaguely sensed something, and said nervously: "Empress, don't go over there, it's rainy and slippery, it's not good to turn over the railing."

Ning Zhiyu didn't hear what Qingmei was saying, she was immersed in her own world, and murmured to herself: "It's ugly as long as it's ugly... As long as he remembers me, I'm the best..."

"It's a pity that I haven't done anything for him as a husband and wife until now. I think I feel a little sorry for him... However, he has Xuanlong and doesn't need me anymore."

There was a distance of two meters between the two, and Qingmei couldn't hear what Ning Zhiyu was saying, and was about to step forward to stop him from continuing to go forward, when she saw Ning Zhiyu put her hands on the railing and jumped down.

Qingmei stared wide-eyed in horror, and rushed forward: "Empress Empress!!!"

There was the sound of a heavy object falling from below.

It takes a lot of energy to climb up a 10-storey high-rise, but to jump down, everything can be freed with a single leap.

The obsession of not being able to love, the grievances and pain in the heart, will all dissipate with death...

A lot of blood gushed out from the bottom of Ning Zhiyu's head, staining the snow-white fox fur red. His life was bitter, and only after meeting Yan Yuan did he taste the sweetness of being alive.

Those sweetnesses are gone, and only bitterness remains.

In fact, he can't bear hardships.

When Yan Yuan received the news, she was reviewing the memorial in the imperial study, and after she was ready to go to Qiankun Palace to see Xuanlong, Chen Yan rushed into the palace in a panic, kneeling down on the road.

"Your majesty... the empress, fell from the pavilion of the Yuqing Pavilion..."

There was a buzzing in Yan Yuan's head, the howling of the wolf stopped in her hand, and a drop of ink fell on the memorial: "What did you say?"

"Empress Empress..." Chen Yan repeated.

Before she finished speaking, Yan Yuan jumped in and out of the seat, her eyes turned red.

Where is the Yuqing Pavilion, at such a height, if a person falls, his body will definitely be smashed to pieces, can he still survive?

Yan Yuan didn't dare to ask, but when she heard from Chen Yan that Ning Zhiyu had been carried back to Luanfeng Hall, she walked quickly in the rain, and finally lost her image and ran wildly.

The situation is better than he imagined, the person is still alive, but it is not much better, there is only a mouthful of breath that can hardly be felt, and the blood keeps pouring out from under Ning Zhiyu's body, dyeing half of the bed red .

The imperial physicians and palace staff in the palace were busy trying to stop Ning Zhiyu's bleeding, but there was no way to stop the bleeding.

Yan Yuan couldn't get in for a moment, he saw Zong Hua retreating from the crowd, stepped forward and grabbed Zong Hua's arm, and said, "How... what's wrong with Ayu..."

Zong Hua sighed: "Your Majesty... please mourn."

Yan Yuan lost all reason and yelled uncontrollably: "Sad... so sorry, Ayu is still alive, so sorry!!"

Zong Hua kept shaking his head: "Your Majesty, if you fall from such a high place, your internal organs must be shattered, and if your internal organs are shattered, you will not be able to live..."

Yan Yuan shook her head in disbelief: "Impossible..."

"How could Ayu leave me, impossible...impossible..."

He suddenly turned around and squeezed towards the bed, pushing away the imperial physician and the palace servants who were in the way: "Get out!! You all get out!!"

"I want to stay with Ah Yu, you all get out!!"

The imperial physician and the palace servants backed away tremblingly, Yan Yuan sat down beside the bed, and seeing Ning Zhiyu's face, she burst into tears.

When I came here yesterday, I was fine, why did it become like this...

Yan Yuan grabbed Ning Zhiyu's cold hand and cried like a child: "Ayu...don't scare me, don't scare me..."

Zong Hua couldn't bear it: "Your Majesty...the facts are settled, there is no other way, except to win the heart of the dragon."