Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The door of the side hall of Qiankun Palace was suddenly pushed open, and the candles in the hall swayed with the wind. Yan Yuan went straight into the inner hall, went straight to the man on the bed, grabbed Xuanlong's shoulders and shook wildly.

"Neidan..."

"Give me the inner alchemy!! Hurry up!!"

The chains on Xuanlong's body made a muffled sound, and it took him a long time to wake up in a daze, and opened his green eyes to look at the person beside him.The silver crown on Yan Yuan's head disappeared, her black hair was wet and loose in strands, water was dripping from her cheeks, and her eyes were scarlet like blood.

He shook it too hard, making Xuanlong feel uncomfortable all over, and the iron chain accidentally bumped into Gao Long's stomach, causing a dull pain.I have long been used to Yan Yuan's moodiness, and when he is mad, it will naturally pass, Xuanlong endured the discomfort in his body, pursed his lips and turned his face away.

The rain under the eaves was getting heavier and heavier, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world was cut off by a wall, covered with a thick bedding, Xuanlong still felt cold, he was obviously not afraid of the cold before.

In normal times, Yan Yuan would have allowed him to continue to consume, and let it go if he made a fuss, but this time it was different, Ning Zhiyu was going to die, it was really going to die.

As soon as Xuanlong turned his face away, Yan Yuan turned his cheeks and slapped him.

"I'm talking to you!!"

"Are you deaf!!"

"I said, give me the inner alchemy!!!"

Yan Yuan was born tall, with big palms. When he slapped Xuanlong's face, he not only had temporary tinnitus in his ears, but also a sudden pain in his temples.

Xuanlong opened his mouth, and uttered a weak and hoarse sentence: "...I won't give it to you."

With so much force, his cheeks swelled up slightly, with a dazzling redness, making the other side of his face even whiter. Xuanlong used to look at the chilling coldness, but now the coldness seems to have receded a little, maybe because He was too weak, and many times his deep green eyes couldn't even focus.

When the beast is about to die, anyone can step on it.

The burning pain in Yan Yuan's palm made him regain his senses, he didn't know how painful Xuanlong was, he only thought that his sweetheart was about to die, and if Ning Zhiyu died, he would not be able to live.

The piercing heartache made Yan Yuan burst into tears. He bent down, leaned on Xuanlong's chest, and hissed, "Ah Yu is going to die...it's really going to die..."

"Give me the inner alchemy...I don't want to poach your heart..."

"Abo...give it to me."

Xuanlong was wearing obscene clothes all over his body, Yan Yuan's tears soon permeated the thin cloth, his tears were so hot, it was for another person.

He thought that after Que Le's death, his heart became a dry well, and no more tears would well out of his eyes, but it was not the case.Since it is a body made of flesh and blood, there will be tears, and it is not up to him.

Xuanlong's slack green eyes moved, and a stream of moisture slid across the corners of his eyes.

Yan Yuan begged him for a long time, in the chaos, Xuanlong vaguely felt that such a scene had appeared before, Yan Yuan also begged him so sadly, as for what he begged, he couldn't remember anyway.

Maybe it's just a dream.

The inner alchemy was gone long ago, it wasn't that he didn't hand it over, how could he give him what was given to him long ago.The dying dragon doesn't even have the desire to tell the truth, what Yan Yuan thinks has nothing to do with him.

For many ordinary people, if they can't get what they want, then forget it, but when it comes to Yan Yuan, those who always tell him not to get what they want will pay a huge price.

Xuanlong's blind silence made Yan Yuan completely lose her patience, she grabbed Xuanlong's skirt roughly and dragged half of Xuanlong's body up: "I'll say it again, hand over the inner alchemy."

"I have no time to spend with you. If you keep silent like this, I will dig out your heart. In this way, the evil seed in your stomach will not be able to survive."

Yan Yuan thought that this would threaten Xuanlong, but in fact, for those who are about to leave, many things that they cared about and feared in the past will become less important.

Xuanlong's neck was tightly strangled by the collar of his obscene clothes, and the long hair on the back moved slightly with his swaying figure, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "...you are happy, that is."

Yan Yuan clenched her teeth, and slowly tightened her palms: "What did you say?"

Xuanlong's feeble breathing became a little quicker due to the opponent's brute force: "You are happy, that's it."

When he said this, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't even look at Yan Yuan. His bewitching green pupils passed Yan Yuan and looked at the void behind him, aimlessly.

Yan Yuan hated that Xuanlong didn't look at her, so she forcibly pinched his chin so that he had to look at her, and gritted her teeth word by word.

"You're provoking me."

provocative?

What provocation?

Didn't he get what he wanted? He gave everything he wanted, and now he wants his heart, wants him to die, and he agrees, why is he still not satisfied.The human race is really much more complicated than their monsters, at least he has never understood it.

Yan Yuan's complexion darkened: "You are forcing me."

"Come here!! Han Bo has repeatedly disobeyed the holy orders, without repentance, he will be sent to the prison immediately and served with whips!!"

As soon as Yan Yuan let go of her hand, Xuanlong fell back onto the couch, and the chains rang again. A few imperial guards quickly came in from outside the hall, opened the shackles on Xuanlong's hand with a key, and dragged him out of the bed. .

Prisoners are not qualified to wear shoes. Xuanlong was wearing a thin set of obscene clothes. As soon as he got off the bedding, he felt the cold wind entering his body. After being dragged out, I couldn't even straighten my back.

Yan Yuan wanted him to beg for mercy, but until Xuanlong disappeared from his sight, she never looked back at him, let alone said a word of begging for mercy.

The obscene clothes he wore were custom-made for Xuanlong by Yan Yuan calling Siyi Bureau over a long time ago. Probably when Xuanlong first entered the palace, he made many pieces at once. At that time, the clothes were just right for him. Xuanlong was pregnant, but the obscene clothes seemed to be a lot vacant, and the figure was thin from the back, so no pregnancy could be seen.

Xuanlong was duly dragged into the rain by two imperial guards, all the way to the prison, he had suffered a lot of pain in the past, he didn't have much fear, it was just whipping, he was used to being beaten since he was a child.

The rain in Shengqiu fell on his body, and it was bone-chillingly cold. When he was taken to the prison, his limbs had lost all feeling. In the cramped and humid prison, Xuanlong's hands were tied to a cross, and his drenched obscene clothes Pressing against the body, the abdomen protruded abruptly, no matter how you looked at it, she was pregnant.

The prison officer in charge of the execution was holding a whip, and he couldn't do it for a while, so he asked the two imperial guards what was going on.The person who was dragged out from Yan Yuan Palace was Yan Yuan who was pregnant with the child, but it was also Yan Yuan who ordered Xuanlong to be dragged here. The three of them hesitated and discussed for a while before deciding to execute the sentence.

The man chained to the cross hung his head, his long hair covered his cheeks, and he couldn't see his face clearly. As soon as the whip was pulled down, his body was immediately ripped apart, and blood mixed with water dripped down.

Xuanlong's breathing was unavoidably short, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his head, so he just begged in a low voice.

"Don't... hit the stomach."

As long as he lived for a day, he hoped that the child in his womb would live safely, at least not leave earlier than him.At least he tried his best to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and he didn't have the heart to let him go.

The long whip has no eyes, once it is swung out, how can it be controlled? The prison officer has punished prisoners here, if not ten thousand, there are several thousand. Yan Yuan's child was accidentally beaten, Yan Yuan blamed him, he couldn't bear to chop off a hundred heads.

The long whip in his hand broke through the air and waved towards the man's body, trying to avoid the protruding abdomen, but the whip was too long, even if the wound landed on the chest, the tail of the whip would accidentally hit the stomach, every time Xuanlong's body followed Trembling, the child in the belly seemed to be in pain too, wriggling uneasily, but did not dare to use too much force.

"Don't be afraid...it will be fine soon, it won't hurt."

The prison officer saw that the man was murmuring inaudibly from his lips covered under the long messy hair. There was only a breathy sound, and the content could not be heard clearly.

When Xuanlong transformed into its original body, its body covered in dragon scales could resist mortal swords and spears. Now it is in human form, with no morals and deeds, so its body covered in dragon scales is useless, and its fragile skin is no different from ordinary people.

Gradually, his chest and lower limbs were covered with criss-cross welts, and the obscene clothes on his body could hardly be seen from their original appearance.Yan Yuan only said that she would whip him and serve him, but she didn't say what to do specifically. It would be enough to simply teach him a lesson, or to keep him out of this prison again.

The emperor did not issue an order, and others did not dare to jump to conclusions. Just as they were about to beat the whip a few more times before stopping, heavy and hurried footsteps came from a distance. Go, seeing that it was Yan Yuan, she immediately stopped.

Yan Yuan's face was gloomy, seeing the bloody man on the torture rack, the hands hanging in the robe suddenly tightened, he pursed his lips and walked over, the prison officer and guards backed away automatically.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Do you want to be beaten to death like this, or hand over the inner alchemy obediently.

Xuanlong's head drooped, as if he had passed out, how could a pregnant person bear such suffering, thanks to the fact that he is not a human being, but a dragon with thousands of years of practice, Yan Yuan felt much more relaxed when she thought of this in her heart.

It's better to suffer a little bit than to die.

"Pour cold water on him to wake him up."

Yan Yuan gave orders in a cold voice, and immediately a jailer ran to fetch water, poured a whole bucket of cold water, Xuanlong straightened up and coughed weakly twice, then stopped moving.

The back of his head was leaning on the torture frame, his face was sideways, wet hair covered most of his face, revealing his thin and pale jaw, Yan Yuan knew he was awake.

"Hand over the inner alchemy."

"I'll ask Hua Jing to heal your wounds. The bastard in your belly, whether it's mine or not, can be born after the full month. I'll send him out of the palace and barely keep him alive."

"Aren't you very precious to this child? How about using your inner alchemy to exchange his life?"

It sounds like a good deal, but it is a pity that he has long since run out of bargaining chips and cannot get the inner alchemy. Yan Yuan will not let him go, nor will he let his child go. What's the point of talking too much, but it's just a waste of energy .

Seeing that he was still so stubborn, Yan Yuan's eyes became even more angry, and her mind quickly turned to think of other ways to make Xuanlong submit, but apart from using torture, he had no choice.

Xuanlong already looked like this, if he continued to fight, he didn't know what the consequences would be, so he was dragged into a prison cell, thrown into the haystack, and left to fend for himself.

Before leaving, Yan Yuan ordered someone to dig out a piece of Xuanlong's heart with a knife. Without inner alchemy and dragon heart, the heart could barely hold Ning Zhiyu's breath.