Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Once the autumn is over, it will be winter.

This year's winter came earlier than in previous years, and there was a heavy snowfall at the end of autumn.The palace lady next to Ning Zhiyu was not executed in the end, Ning Zhiyu is a kind person, if he wakes up and finds out that Qingmei died because of himself, he will definitely be sad.

Even if the master is not optimistic, causing the master to stumble and fall from the pavilion is a capital offense.

Yan Yuan's temperament changed drastically after being enchanted by the demon. Compared with before, she was violent and moody. Zhiyu and the people in Ningzhiyu Palace are the same as before.

The longer Ning Zhiyu was in a coma, the more irritable Yan Yuan became. Only when she returned to Luanfeng Hall could she find some peace in her heart, but the palace people hadn't seen him smile for a long time.

After a month passed, Yan Yuan gradually believed that Ning Zhiyu didn't stumble and fall. He didn't listen to Qingmei's words before, thinking that it was an excuse for the maid to avoid responsibility. After calming down, she would think that it was rainy and foggy that day In the hazy weather, why did Ayu go to the pavilion in the rain, why didn't he ask him to go with him.

They used to go together.

Yan Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, called Qingmei in, and couldn't take her eyes off the man on the bed who was dressed in white clothes like snow and whose eyebrows were as clear as jade: "That day... what did Ayu say? Say it again."

Qingmei has repeated it to Yan Yuan many times, but Yan Yuan doesn't seem to get tired of listening, and often asks her to tell her what happened that day, Qingmei dare not disobey, and speaks with red eyes.

"It was raining in autumn that day, and the queen read poems in the bedroom all afternoon. When the night was thick, she suddenly said that she wanted to go to the Yuqing Pavilion... The servant couldn't persuade him, so she put a fox fur on him, and casually Follow him out the door."

"There are many steps in the Yuqing Pavilion. The queen refused to ask someone to carry her. She insisted on going up by herself. The slaves followed. It was so dark outside the pavilion that I couldn't see anything. The servants advised him to come back another day. He said...not coming. .”

"Why don't you come?" Yan Yuan asked hoarsely.

Qingmei's voice changed a bit: "The queen said...things have changed for a long time, and it's just sad to come here more often."

Yan Yuan asked lightly: "What else did he say?"

Qingmei sniffled: "He said... the emperor waits for someone, never him."

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

Yan Yuan continued masochistically: "There is more."

Qingmei choked up: "Also...he asked his servants to tell the emperor that he loves you."

"If there is still fate in the next life, I hope to be with you for a longer time, longer..."

Yan Yuan's eyes were red, and her throat was stuck.He knew that Ning Zhiyu must have misunderstood something, maybe he had heard rumors about him and Xuanlong, and thought that the person he loved was Xuanlong.

Qingmei revealed the secret she had been holding back for a long time: "When you and the son of Qiankun Palace were in the side hall of Luanfeng Hall..., the empress knew about it."

"He just doesn't say anything, and faces you with a smile every day, and rarely smiles behind his back."

The fact that Yan Yuan summoned Xuanlong to come to the Luanfeng Palace to vent her desires, the entire Luanfeng Palace palace people know that there is no impenetrable wall in the world, not to mention what happened in this square-inch palace.

From Yan Yuan's point of view, he wanted Xuanlong's body just to vent his desire, but from Ning Zhiyu's point of view, he probably didn't think that way.

He must have thought that he had changed his mind... How desperate is it to jump off such a high building...

Thinking of Ning Zhiyu's suffering alone behind her back, Yan Yuan's heart aches and regrets, she hates herself for not caring more about Ning Zhiyu's emotions, hates herself for not caring enough about Ning Zhiyu, hates herself for wasting too much time with Xuanlong up.

He gave Xuanlong too much tolerance.

After nightfall, Yan Yuan got drunk. It was the daughter red brewed by Prime Minister Ning himself. It was divided into jade pots from the wine jar. He didn't need a cup to drink, and poured it into his mouth with the jade wine pot, as if he hadn't drunk enough. Spirits, but plain water.

All the palace people were dismissed, and he was the only one on the table full of meals. Yan Yuan's alcohol capacity was not very good, a pot of her daughter's belly was red, her cheeks were stained red, her brows and eyes were hazy, so that her already outstanding face more beautiful.

After drinking two pots in a row, Yan Yuan staggered to the prison with one pot still in hand.Chang'an belongs to the northwest, and the winter is bitterly cold. The prison is the most gloomy and cold, and there is not even a brazier for heating.

Xuanlong was lying on the old quilt that came from nowhere, his towering abdomen was the most conspicuous.The jailer opened the cell door and retreated to a place where the eyes and ears could not hear. Yan Yuan went in with the wine jug, and when she let go, the empty wine jug fell to the ground and shattered.

The man on the ground didn't wake up because of the huge movement. Yan Yuan stepped over, lifted the quilt on Xuanlong's body, bullied her, and untied the clothes on Xuanlong's body smoothly with her big palm, revealing that she was pregnant. More than seven months belly.

The whip wound I received a month ago has healed, leaving behind mottled and ugly scars, which are an eyesore.

Xuanlong was awakened by the pain, as if his body was forcibly split and torn apart by a blade. It was cold and painful. He opened his green eyes, and his sight and hearing gradually became clear.

It was Yan Yuan, his kiss fell on Xuanlong's ear, and he called out a name in a desperate and hoarse voice: "Ayu..."

"Ayu..."

Xuanlong was silent for a long time, then said softly: "Don't touch me."

"...don't touch me."

He raised his arms to push Yan Yuan's tight and powerful waist, the other's movements were unprecedentedly gentle, and it was precisely because of this that Xuanlong collapsed.

He had no strength, so he couldn't break free. The chains on his hands hit the ground with the movement of the opponent, making a clanging sound. There was no protection on his wrists, and the skin was worn away by the shackles, revealing pink and tender flesh.

Xuanlong slowly turned his head to avoid Yan Yuan's falling kiss, his handsome brows and eyes were completely numb.

"roll."

"go away."

It's so cold outside, on the way Yan Yuan came, she was blown by the cold wind, most of her drunkenness had already woken up, how could she recognize the wrong person.

He did it on purpose, the body needs to vent, and the emotions in his heart also need to vent. If he keeps holding it back, he will really go crazy.Pretending that the person under her body is Ning Zhiyu, a living Ning Zhiyu, maybe it will make her feel better.

Yan Yuan thought so.

However, this is not the case.

The scars on Xuanlong's body were uneven and not as smooth as before. Yan Yuan touched her palm and felt even more uncomfortable in her heart. He didn't want to be like this, he didn't want to be like this...

It's all the fault of this stupid dragon, why didn't he simply hand over the inner alchemy, if he handed over the inner alchemy, how could he have fallen into this situation, how could they have come to this point, and how could he have struggled to this point.

Thinking of this, Yan Yuan felt hatred in her heart, and folded Xuanlong into various difficult positions, deliberately hurting him.

From this, Xuanlong knew that Yan Yuan recognized who he was, and was forced to bear the pain the other party brought him. Her empty green eyes were like sinking holes, absorbing all the sorrows in the world.

After it was over, Yan Yuan couldn't pretend anymore.He got up and straightened his trousers, then returned to his tidy appearance, he lifted the damp bedding to cover Xuanlong's unsightly body at will, his eyes darkened.

"After tomorrow, if you don't hand over the inner alchemy again, I will... dig out your heart with my own hands."

Xuanlong closed his eyes without any reaction.

Yan Yuan knew that he heard it, and Xuanlong was still awake just now, so she raised her foot and pushed his big belly with the tip of her toe through the quilt: "This time, I'm not joking with you."

Xuanlong fell asleep.

It is normal for pregnant women to be lethargic, but no one is as lethargic as him. He often sleeps all day long, and even misses meals.

Yan Yuan didn't like the child in his womb, and suspected that the child was a bastard from someone else, so she didn't allow the jailer to give him too good food, and only gave him rice and steamed buns.Sometimes I think that if the little bastard is lost like this, everyone will be happy and save trouble in the future.

He didn't know that the source of nutrition for the child was the soul power of Xuanlong, and it had nothing to do with food.What's more, even if he asks people to send abundant food every day, Xuanlong still can't eat much.

When people are dying of illness, most of them starve to death, because when they are seriously ill, they have no desire to eat.

No matter what kind of creatures, there is probably not much difference in this respect.

Yan Yuan thought he was too sleepy, so she called him several times without waking him up, left the filthy Xuanlong and left, and no one cleaned it up for him.

Snowflakes floated in from the openings above the head, and fell on the body of the bloodless man and on the quilt. The moonlight was long, and the slowly falling snowflakes merged with him into a bleak picture scroll, as if seeing him off when he was about to leave.

No one knows how many days he can live.

Even the flower essence can't be very sure of the time, but Yan Yuan feels that Xuanlong still has a long, long life, and thinks that his lifespan is as long as the world and can be wasted casually.

Unexpectedly, the condition of this man in the dungeon is not much better than that of the man lying in the Luanfeng Palace who is being carefully cared for.

He thought that Xuanlong was made of iron, and he would be fine no matter how much he tossed about, so he could bully him casually.

Tomorrow comes quickly.

Yan Yuan was busy dealing with state affairs during the day, and went to the sky prison after night fell. This time Xuanlong was awake. He had already put on the prison clothes that Yan Yuan returned last night, and sat down with half a steamed bun in his hand. Eat slowly in the futon.

The jailer opened the door, and when Yan Yuan walked to Xuanlong's side, Xuanlong didn't respond and regarded him as air.Yan Yuan bent over slowly, and brushed off the steamed bun in his hand with the back of her hand.

"Yesterday you fell asleep and didn't hear what I said. Today I will repeat it with you."

"Within today, if you don't take the initiative to hand over the inner alchemy, I will dig out your heart. This time, it's not a joke."

The white steamed bun fell to the ground, rolled a few times, was covered with ashes, and could no longer be eaten.

Xuanlong's dry lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "If you want to kill, kill."

Yan Yuan's complexion became serious: "You must not be ignorant of good and evil, it will not do you any good."

"Could it be that you would rather die than save him?..."

Xuanlong: "Yes."

"He has never met me before, why should I ask She Neidan to save him."

Yan Yuan completely changed her face: "Come here! Get the demon lock chain and put it on for him!"