Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 15

[Chapter 15 I will protect you]

“Ayu!” Yan Yuan abruptly sat up from the bed, Ming Huang Jin was slid from her body to her waist, her eyes widened and she stared straight ahead, her breathing violently fluctuating.

Xuanlong was taken aback, and he sat up slowly despite the pain on his body, looking at Yan Yuan’s ice-green pupils with faint worry: “But have a nightmare?

” Really waking up from the dream, slowly turning his head to stare at Xuanlong, his seductive peach blossom eyes are bloodshot at this moment, and he looks a little hideous.

Xuanlong had never seen Yan Yuan like this, and he didn’t know what to do for a while, but he was at a loss in his heart, and his face didn’t have much expression: “You…” Before the

words could be said, Yan Yuan stared and turned her head. , lifted the quilt, got out of bed and put on clothes, with a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

Yan Yuan took off the clean underwear from the mica screen, and after putting it on, she took off the blue dragon pattern casual clothes, and continued to dress with her back to Xuanlong on the bed, without any intention of ignoring him.

It was not yet the time to get up in the morning, the rain outside kept falling, and the hall was quiet as if no one was there.

Xuanlong was the worst at dealing with such a scene. If Yan Yuan was angry with him, he wouldn’t even know how to coax him, so he would just be dumb to tell him not to be angry. At this time, he didn’t understand what happened to Yan Yuan. It was clear that last night was fine, so why did he suddenly lose his temper.

“Ayuan. You…” Xuanlong guessed that he was so unhappy that he was so inexplicable, but Yanyuan didn’t give him a chance to ask.

“Don’t call me that.” Yan Yuan’s hand on the belt stopped, and her tone was not serious enough to make Xuanlong shut up.

“Don’t talk to me either.”

In this world, except for his father and mother, only Ning Zhiyu should be qualified to call him like this.

When he coaxed Xuanlong to be happy that day, he pestered him to call himself ‘A Yuan’, but now he regrets it.

That dream was like a wake-up call.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Xuanlong kept silent, quietly looking at his tall back, a little dazed in his heart.

Yan Yuan took Xuanlong as air, and she didn’t say a word to him when she left. There was a knock on the door, and it was time for Chen Yan to call him to court.

The door of the hall suddenly opened from the inside, Chen Yan raised his head, saw the long-haired emperor walking out with a sullen face, and said in surprise, “Your Majesty, this is…”

“Go to the Luanfeng Palace.” Yan Yuan left after saying this. In a hurry, Chen Yan looked up at the rain under his eyes, and hurriedly followed with an umbrella: “Oh, my emperor, be careful…”

The rain became more and more irritable, as if a piece was missing from the sky , the wind and rain went together, and when Yan Yuan arrived at the Luanfeng Palace, half of her body was soaked, and the smooth cloth was icy coldly attached to her body.

Seeing the man with a jade-like face on the bed, Yan Yuan’s eyes were wet, she knelt down on the bed without any manners, grabbed the man’s beautiful hand and put it on her face, and murmured obsessively:

“Ayu…”

” Ayu…”

At this moment, he felt that he was truly alive.

That dream was so painful.

It was like digging his heart out of his chest.

Yan Yuan had dreamed of that scene countless times, and it was clear that she could not see the man’s face clearly, but the desperation attached to him like a bone etched into the marrow, making him want to die immediately with the man in his dream.

That was a very important and important person to him, much more important than his own life, which Yan Yuan was extremely sure of.

He started having that dream very early on.

Since the age of fourteen, I have seen men in my dreams almost every night, every time it is such a tragic scene, every time I wake up, the pillow is always wet.

That man was so cruel, making him suffer like this, but he didn’t even let him see what he was like.

He thought, it must be the lover of his previous life, otherwise how could he be so stubborn and bizarre into his dream.

He should have wanted himself to find him, but Yan Yuan was the prince at the time, and he hadn’t even been out of the palace a few times. He didn’t know where to go to find him, so he could only wait until the other party came to find him. .

Since it is fate, we will meet.

Yan Yuan waited, waited, and waited for a long time. After his 16th birthday, the father said that he would choose one of the noble ladies to be his crown prince. He refused without thinking. He knew that he loved him deeply. With a man, although he did not know what the man looked like.

But he knew he would come.

That summer, Yan Yuan met Ning Zhiyu, and the man’s bloody face became clear in the dream…

That day, he followed his father out of the palace and went to the prime minister’s mansion to visit the prime minister who was sick in bed. The father entered the prime minister’s bedroom to visit, Yan Yuan was waiting outside, she couldn’t help but wandered around in a hurry, and she went to the garden.

At that time, Ning Zhiyu was 17 years old, one year older than Yan Yuan. She was born with a beautiful appearance, but she had a very soft temperament. His mother was a nameless foot-washing girl. He died of dystocia, so although Ning Zhiyu assumed the identity of the prime minister’s son, anyone could step on him secretly. Anyway, the prime minister never paid much attention to this frail and sickly son.

When Yan Yuan met Ning Zhiyu, he was forced by his younger brother to go up the tree to pick up a kite. The tree was several people tall. Ning Zhiyu wore a moon-white robe, and his two thin arms hugged the tree trunk with difficulty and climbed up. The sleeves were piled up under the armpit, and when they were about to touch the kite, they suddenly stepped on the air and fell.

The stone on the ground hit his forehead, and his head broke blood. Ning Zhiyu seemed to be used to it, and he was about to stand up. The prime minister’s direct son, Ning Hong, saw that his cheap brother was injured, and knew that he had made trouble, and the soles of his feet Grease slipped.

The moment Ning Zhiyu turned towards him, Yan Yuan’s heart was suddenly hit—

He looked at the blood on Ning Zhiyu’s face, and then thought of the man’s bloody face in the dream, he was so distressed that he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know who he was distressed, whether it was the man in the dream or the man in front of him, he couldn’t tell. . Ning Zhiyu’s lips were pale, and there was no one beside her. She was about to leave the garden staggeringly. Yan

Yuan walked out of the hidden dark place, standing in front of him and asked: “Do you… hurt?”

Ning Zhiyu had never seen His Highness the Crown Prince before. He only thought that he was the noble son of a certain family. After a little startled, he smiled and shook his head:

“It doesn’t hurt.”

That smile was very bleak and helpless.

In the dream, Yan Yuan couldn’t see the man’s face and couldn’t hear the man’s words, but through the mouth shape, he could vaguely guess that the man also told him that it didn’t hurt.

Obviously hurt so badly, but comfort him that it doesn’t hurt.

“How come it doesn’t hurt?…” Yan Yuan pressed her throat.

“It won’t hurt if you get used to it.” Ning Zhiyu still smiled, his eyes were beautiful, as clear and gentle as his temperament, Yan Yuan felt that the man in the dream should have such gentle eyes, Following the impulse in his heart, he said softly.

“Come with me, I won’t let you hurt again in the future.”

“I will protect you.”

[End of This Chapter]