Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The two jailers changed shifts and went outside for dinner. When they passed by the prison where Xuanlong was, one of the thin guards looked in and said in a low voice, "Hey...do you think that monster is really so comfortable? The emperor came so frequently. , I don't think he is dirty..."

Another tall and strong jailer followed the eyes of his colleagues and took a look in:

"Who knows, there must be something special about him. Haven't you noticed that his body is so bloody, but there is no smell of blood at all. Instead, there is a cool fragrance, which smells really nice."

The skinny jailer chuckled: "It's a good smell, but he's really ugly with such a big scar on his face. What a wonderful thing that must be, to make the emperor linger..."

"Why don't we try it too?"

The tall and strong jailer frowned.

The thin jailer had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and smiled obscenely: "Since the emperor locked him here and tortured him like this, can he still be released?"

"It's going to be fine... Isn't he in a coma? How can we know who made him? If you don't tell me, I won't tell. No one knows."

The tall and strong jailer frowned and did not speak. The lean jailer turned around, took the key from his belt and hurriedly opened the cell door: "I'll come first, you show me, and I'll change you after I finish."

Since Yan Yuan left this morning, Xuanlong has been in a coma and hasn't woken up until now.

The man was leaning against the wall, covered with a light blue quilt, a lot of dried blood was stuck to his scattered black hair, his face was as pale as paper, he looked like a dead man.

The jailer knew that the demon would not die so easily, so he walked over lightly, knelt down in front of Xuanlong, carefully lifted the bedding on him, his eyes gleamed, and he swallowed his saliva.

When the quilt was lifted to the man Gao Long's abdomen, the lean prison guard felt a cold gaze from the top of his head. He held his breath and looked up, facing a pair of vertical green pupils with golden threads, as deep as an abyss.

"roll."

The thin jailer was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his heart beating like a drum. He had never looked carefully at the eyes of this demon before, and he did not expect that his birth was so different from that of a human.

What kind of eyes are those...

It's so cold that just being watched makes people shudder, as beautiful as an emerald, a man should be an extremely powerful existence, but he is restrained by a tiny human race, his fragility is obvious.

After the fear was over, a fire burned up from his lower abdomen, and the lean prison guard got up, boldly raised his hand to touch Xuanlong's face.

Before touching him, his hand was grabbed by the tall and strong jailer who came quickly: "Are you crazy? He woke up, and you still want to..."

The lean jailer withdrew his hand forcefully, and twisted his pinched wrist, "It's just for fun, what are you making such a fuss about, the emperor loves the queen, so he doesn't care how a prisoner is treated."

But if the emperor had valued this monster half a bit, he wouldn't have kept him half dead here.

The skinny jailer was burning with desire, all he wanted was to taste the taste of Xuanlong, he urged the tall and strong jailer to go out to watch, and he pulled Xuanlong's clothes with an evil smile, breathing heavily.

Xuanlong retched in his chest, the iron chain was struggling violently, his prison clothes were loose, and after a short while, his belt was untied, revealing his high abdomen, the jailer then wanted to take off his pants, Xuanlong didn't know where the strength came from, He bent his legs and kicked the person out.

"roll."

The thin jailer fell to the ground in embarrassment, screamed in pain, got up, walked over with a grim expression, and raised his foot to kick Xuanlong's body.

"You are courting death!"

"Uh..." The foot was right in the middle of the abdomen, even though Xuanlong was exhausted, he dragged the chain to cover his stomach and leaned over.

The thin jailer was about to move his feet, but the tall and strong jailer ran over to stop him: "That's enough, if something bad happens, the emperor will not spare us."

The struggle just now caused blood to gushe out from Xuanlong's shoulders, and now he was lying on the ground motionless.If the monster was awake, it might be difficult to strike, so the thin jailer followed his colleagues out cursing.

Not long after being quiet, he came back and squatted in front of Xuanlong.

"If I don't tell you to do it, it's okay to pull out one of your nails, right?"

Remembering the revenge of the previous kick, the jailer grabbed Xuanlong's limp hand, pointed the tip of the knife at the seam of his thumb and stabbed it neatly, pulling off his finger with a twist of the knife. , Xuanlong let out a low whimper, and withdrew his hand, trying to hide, but was pinched tightly by the jailer and crushed hard on the injured place.

"I have plenty of time. When the emperor gets tired of playing with you, I will come to pamper you..."

The jailer grinned, vented his anger, got up and went out.

Xuanlong curled up his hands instinctively, as if something was falling in his stomach, he wanted to get up, but he didn't have the strength.

The imperial city was shrouded in the moonlight, and snow was falling from the sky.

Chen Yan held an umbrella and followed Yan Yuan. Seeing him coming out of the Luanfeng Palace and going to the prison, he persuaded in a low voice: "Your Majesty... counting the months, Mr. Han is about to give birth..."

"Just take pity on him, don't bother him anymore, let's talk about it after the baby is born..."

Yan Yuan's face was cold, with lingering gloom in her eyes: "I'll wait for him, who will save Ayu."

"I've been waiting for him for a long time."

"I want to see who will be the first to surrender first."

He had just been boarded half a month ago, and had to lie down for half a month to recover. Even though Chen Yan had all kinds of words to persuade him, he didn't dare, so he had to keep silent.

Winter has come.

When Yan Yuan went out, she wore a black cloak, and inside was a silver-white fox velvet brocade gown, which was extremely thick. Even so, the cold wind that hit her was still bitingly cold.

When he was approaching the prison, Chen Yan spoke after deliberating.

"Your Majesty...it's getting cold, and it's cold in the prison. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult. This servant will add two braziers to Mr. Han."

Yan Yuan pursed her lips: "Where did the prisoner get the qualification to use the brazier? He is so ignorant, it is a gift to have a quilt."

Then without waiting for Chen Yan to speak, he walked out of the umbrella, and the wind and snow still fell on him.Seeing Yan Yuan coming, the guard guarding the prison quickly opened the door, and Yan Yuan entered the prison with a chill.

If you want Ning Zhiyu to wake up, you have to get the inner alchemy. In this protracted battle, the disadvantaged side is obviously Xuanlong. Even though Yan Yuan is embarrassed in front of her eyes, she is still determined to win the inner alchemy.

Before entering the prison door, she saw Xuanlong lying on the ground motionless, waiting patiently for the jailer to open the door, Yan Yuan walked towards Xuanlong, stood beside him, raised her toes and kicked his shoulder gently.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up for me."

Xuanlong didn't respond, Yan Yuan just thought he was snoozing again, and asked someone to come in and set him up against the wall, and poured a basin of snow water on him.

This method can always wake him up easily, and this time is no exception, Xuanlong slowly raised his eyelids, Yan Yuan squatted down to look at him, and grabbed his neck.

"It's up to you to compromise."

Xuanlong coughed, a mouthful of blood splashed onto Yan Yuan's cheek, it was hot, different from his cold body.

Yan Yuan was stunned, she withdrew her hand and wiped her face, and heard Xuan Long calling him in a low voice: "A Yuan..."

Since the two broke up, Xuanlong hadn't called him like this for a long time. Xuanlong's voice was too soft, and Yan Yuan thought she heard it wrong: "What did you call me?"

Xuanlong wasn't looking at him, looking past him at the falling snowflakes in the center of the prison. There was a square opening at the top, and wind and snow could fall in.

"It's snowing outside..."

Yan Yuan didn't understand what Xuanlong wanted to do for a moment, she frowned and said, "En."

Xuanlong's eyes were empty: "It's snowing again..."

He has always hated rain and snow the most, because the nights when he was kicked out by his mother were too long, it was too cold to squat in front of the house, and it was even colder when it was windy and snowy.

Yan Yuan pinched his cheek: "Don't change the subject, don't think I will soften your heart if you spit blood."

"Hand over the inner alchemy, or else I'll cut out another piece of your heart."

"Ugh..." Xuanlong let out a muffled hum from his throat, his eyes drooped, his abdomen suddenly trembled violently, his pale lips parted slightly, and he gasped heavily, as if he was about to drown.

His body was covered in blood, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, so he couldn't see it, but Yan Yuan still felt something was wrong, and asked vigilantly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't put on a show."

Xuanlong had heard from Hua Jing about the symptoms during childbirth. When a baby was about to be born, the amniotic fluid would break first. He felt a lot of hot things gushing out from under his body, but he didn't know whether it was amniotic fluid or blood.

There was intermittent contraction pain in the abdomen, occasionally accompanied by the feeling of a heavy object falling, and the pubic bone seemed to be splitting. It started after being kicked just now, and it was probably about to give birth.

But the baby has not yet reached the month, only a little over eight months.

Xuanlong remembered what Hua Jing had told him, but he didn't know how to give birth to the child, he was already exhausted.

"It's... too cold here."

Yan Yuan said impatiently: "Since you know it's cold, but you still don't obey me, hand over the inner alchemy, and I will allow you to live back in Qiankun Palace."

Xuanlong leaned against the wall quietly, gasping for breath as before, he dragged the chain, grabbed the straw under his body with both hands: "En..."

The cold fragrance in the prison became more and more intense, Yan Yuan looked at Xuanlong's appearance, and belatedly lifted the quilt on him, and found that his two white trousers were soaked in blood, and the dry straw had become Soggy.

This posture is either a miscarriage or about to give birth.

Xuanlong has been pregnant for more than eight months, it is impossible for the child to be lost, and the childbirth will not bleed so much, it will be a dystocia.

Yan Yuan's pupils narrowed slightly: "...Are you going to give birth?"

Xuanlong's body is too weak, and a healthy woman would step into hell with one foot when giving birth, not to mention that he hardly raised him well when he was pregnant, and he had the worst food and clothing, so he could give birth safely. There are ghosts.

Consciousness fell into chaos, Xuanlong saw Yanyuan's lips moving, but couldn't hear what he was saying, only felt pain and cold.

The surrounding space is constantly twisting and changing. He saw his mother walking towards him fiercely with a whip, saw Yan Yuan stabbing his heart with a knife, and saw Yan Yuan sneering at him and saying some unpleasant things. .

No matter what Yan Yuan called Ying Xuanlong, she became completely flustered: "Come here!!"

"Come on!!"

"Go get the flower essence!!"