Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 14

[Chapter 14 Desperate Dreams]

Xuan Fu opened slightly, the candles in the hall flickered on and off, the overlapping figures in the closed Luo tent swayed, there was a faint groan, and a slender hand suddenly stretched out from under the tent, the next second He clung tightly to the edge of the bed.

The hidden sound of collision and chaotic breathing did not disappear in the hall until late at night…

Yan Yuan pulled Xuanlong’s waist into her arms, and the sweaty bodies of the two immediately pressed against each other, and the tip of her nose was filled with a clear and cold fragrance. , which is very pleasant to smell.

Yan Yuan kissed Xuanlong’s ear contentedly: “Apo, I couldn’t hold back for a while, I’m sorry…”

Xuanlong was so tired that he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to him, his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and it took a long while to squeeze out A hoarse sentence: ”

It’s okay.” Yan Yuan didn’t intend to find Xuanlong for fun, he just wanted to come over to accompany Xuanlong to sleep, who knew that when he leaned over to kiss him, he smelled the cold fragrance on his body Unable to control it, Yan Yuan suspected that the cold fragrance on Xuanlong’s body was mixed with some mystery. Soul medicine, otherwise how could he get out of control like this.

But from the day I first saw it, Xuanlong had such a smell on his body, which shows that he was born and could not do anything.

Even the blood and sweat that the Xuanlong blew out had this good smell. Unlike the human race, the blood had an unpleasant smell of rust, and the smell of sweat was even more stinky.

Things seem to be going in an uncontrollable direction.

How could he always be unable to get rid of the temptation of Xuanlong’s body.

Is it because Xuanlong is really too delicious…or is it because he has only tasted his Yilong’s body, so he is so hungry?

When Ning Zhiyu wakes up, they will find out when the room is complete.

Yan Yuan was holding Xuanlong, but she was thinking of Ayu, who was lying unconscious in the Luanfeng Hall at the moment. He wanted Ayu to be as gentle and soft, as fair and handsome as she was, and she would definitely be much better than Xuanlong.

When the room is completed, he will definitely not be greedy for Xuanlong’s body again.

Ayu is the empress whom he married with three books and six rituals, and the cinnabar mole that he has loved for three years. And Xuanlong was just a chess piece that was tricked into the palace to save Ayu. Yan Yuan has always been very clear about which one is more important.

He didn’t kill Xuanlong either, as long as he saved Ayu with a little dragon scale, when Ayu woke up, he would let him go.

There is guilt, but as an emperor, Yan Yuan, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains belong to him, and Xuanlong is also his since he is in his great country. Life and death are not just a matter of his own words. What’s wrong.

Thinking so, Yan Yuan felt inexplicably uneasy, probably because he not only wanted Xuanlong’s scales, but he also deceived Xuanlong’s feelings.

After thinking about it, I don’t love him anyway, so I’m just being ruthless, taking care of so many things.

Since ancient times, emperors have been very ruthless, and they have been very kind. If it were someone else, he might win Xuanlong’s heart as soon as he came up.

Thinking like this, Yan Yuan felt that she was right at all, everything was for Ayu, and he was forced to do so.

Smelling the unique cold fragrance on Xuanlong’s body, Yan Yuan closed her eyes with peace of mind and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

The monstrous war is full of fire.

There were dead bodies scattered all around, lying on the ground like rags, the sky was dyed blood red… The

man was dying in his arms, his face covered in blood, he wanted to wipe him with his sleeves His face, but the blood-smeared face couldn’t be wiped clean, instead it hurt the wound on the man’s face.

The despair and sadness of the annihilation surged in Yan Yuan’s chest. He was very afraid, afraid that the man would leave him forever, so he hugged him, covered the blood hole in his chest, and begged him over and over again not to die.

The man seemed to be laughing at him, and his mouth with bubbling blood kept moving and moving to him. Yan Yuan couldn’t hear or see the man’s face. Her ears kept ringing, like the sound of wind. , It was like a cry mixed with the wind from a distant valley, Yan Yuan burst into tears, because he found that the man gradually stopped talking, his mouth did not move, and he seemed to have no strength.

No matter how he begged him, in the end the man died in his arms. The man’s body turned into an ink-colored spark, disappearing little by little in his arms, disappearing into the air…

Yan Yuanmao couldn’t wake up in a nightmare. , his eyebrows were twisted in pain, and he murmured in despair: “Ayu…”

“Ayu…don’t go…” The

rain fell outside the house, tickly hitting the eaves of the temple, and the sky was slightly white.

Xuanlong, who was beside him, was awakened, and looked thoughtfully at the tears that kept flowing from the corners of Yan Yuan’s eyes. He hesitantly reached out to help him wipe it away, but just after wiping, new tears came out, gradually. Wet temples.

Who is Ayu? …

Xuanlong didn’t understand why Yan Yuan cried so sadly when he remembered that person, so he was silent and gently pushed Yan Yuan’s arm, trying to wake him up: “A Yuan.”

[End of This Chapter]