Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 39

[Chapter 39 Tears in the Eyes]

The man on the bed was as handsome as the palace maid described, but he looked too weak and pale. Seeing that he was weak even when he spoke, he knew that he was terminally ill and would die soon.

Yan Yuan treated him like a precious jade, and held it in the palm of her hand carefully, and was reluctant to speak too loudly.

Xuanlong thought that Yan Yuan was good enough for him, so good that he couldn’t help but worship those thoughts as the most important things in his heart, but at this moment, it seems that compared to the man on the bed, those who are good are better Appears very small.

Yan Yuan would not be so patient with him, she would always get angry without saying a few words.

It turned out that Yan Yuan was not just a child, but that all his tenderness was given to others, so naturally there would be no room to share it with him.

To be able to pretend to squeeze out a little bit and act with him is already very reluctant.

Ning Zhiyu had worn dragon scales, and there was a dragon’s breath left in his body. Xuanlong soon realized that the dragon’s breath belonged to him.

What a terminally ill friend… Where there is a terminally ill friend, it is clearly a couple who love deeply.

Xuanlong hasn’t cried for a long time. When he was very young, he didn’t like to cry very much because his mother always beat him. If he cried, he would beat him harder. The longer you endure it, the more you will get used to it.

The worst time I cried was the day when my mother cut off the dragon’s horns and drove him out of the dragon clan. Don’t annoy her by going into corners she can’t see.

Mother’s heart was still ruthless that day, and she never softened her heart at all. Xiao Xuanlong, who was not even a hundred years old, dragged his severely injured body and left the dragon clan swayingly.

In the nearly ten thousand years that followed, no matter what Xuanlong encountered, he never cried again.

What can be more painful than being hurt by a blood relative.

There will be no more.

Until Xuanlong met Yanyuan. The human race smiled so beautifully, like a little bit of sunlight filtering through the moss-covered rock crevices all the year round. There was only a small bunch. When he woke up every morning, he always felt that the world had changed.

He is happy to serve Yan Yuan, to wash his dirty clothes for him, to buy his favorite food for him, and to run several times a day without any trouble, as long as Yan Yuan feels happy.

As long as this person is happy, he is not afraid to pull out the dragon scales on his body alive. Those pains are nothing compared to the weight of Yan Yuan in his heart.

Because this weak human race is the only creature willing to approach him for nearly ten thousand years. So he carefully took care of this hard-won relationship, lest this fragile flower will fail inadvertently one day.

The love of a shemale must be much more difficult than an ordinary relationship. Since he already loves him, it doesn’t matter if he lets that person go everywhere. Except for his life, he is willing to give away everything to Yanyuan. of.

But he never thought… Yan Yuan treated him well, but it was all fake.

Could it be that… the encounter, acquaintance, and love from the very beginning were all premeditated… The

answer is already clear.

Yan Yuan’s queen was seriously ill and needed dragon scales for medical treatment, so he deliberately approached him, deceived his trust, and made him willing to hand over the dragon scales.

The words of the medical sage and the fox demon were especially in his ears. Xuanlong knew that he should leave, but his body seemed to have been casted by someone, and his feet were rooted, and he couldn’t move.

Wan Nian had never shed a tear, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little warm in his eyes. He stared blankly at the scene where the two people were rubbing their ears and temples in front of him, and a strange colic came from his heart.

He thought that Yan Yuan was the one who would be soft-hearted to him, but it turned out not to be the case. Yan Yuan’s gentleness was given to others, and soft-hearted naturally belonged to others.

If it wasn’t for the man named ‘Ayu’ on the bed, Yan Yuan would not have approached him, and they might never have met in their entire lives.

all fake.

The warmth and love in the past were all exchanged by him with dragon scales.

However, he was still intoxicated, secretly rejoicing like a fool…

The two people on the bed were unaware of the appearance of Xuanlong.

At this time, Yan Yuan was thinking about Xuanlong, and she wondered why the dragon had not come back after so many days. The previous dragon scales had been taken a few days ago. Without the dragon scales, the prescription would be useless. , is of no use at all.

Ning Zhiyu’s body is getting worse and worse. Before, he said that he would take him to the imperial garden. Now it is difficult to even get out of bed and take two steps. hair, coax.

“A-Yu wait, it will be soon, those people will find medicine and bring them back.”

“I won’t let you have any trouble, you trust me.”

“Yeah.” Ning Zhiyu nodded, looking at Yan Yuan . “What kind of medicine is it? It’s so precious?”

Yan Yuan saw that his cheeks were thin, pale as snow, and his heart was aching. She held Ning Zhiyu’s hand and said softly, “Didn’t I tell you before, yes? A very rare herb, there is no one in the palace, you can only go to the edge of the steep cliff to find it.”

“Well.” Ning Zhiyu had doubts in his heart, feeling that he was hiding something, but Yan Yuan didn’t want to say it, so he also Without questioning, she smiled weakly: “Look at me, I’ve been sick for too long, and I don’t even have a good brain. It’s better that Ayuan doesn’t want to dislike me.”

Yan Yuan followed with a smile and squeezed Ning Zhiyu gently . Cheek: “How can I despise you, you are too late for my baby.”

Ning Zhiyu raised Lingding’s hand and wrapped her bones around Yan Yuan’s neck, pulled Yan Yuan closer to herself, raised her head and kissed him on the lips, dark He fixed his eyes on him and said softly.

“A Yuan has to accept me as the queen. I am not banned, and as a man, I can’t bear children. You are with me, it’s really a big loss.”

Yan Yuan put her arm on Ning Zhiyu’s side and raised her hand to caress. He frowned: “Where does this come from?”

Ning Zhiyu hesitated and said, “As an emperor, without heirs, the courtiers must not…”

Yan Yuan raised her hand to cover Ning Zhiyu’s white lips with her index finger: “Shh.”

Ning Zhiyu suddenly silenced.

Yan Yuan’s hand turned to touch his cheek, with a serious expression: “Don’t mention this again.”

“I have you enough, what do I want my heir to do, when the time is right, I will choose a suitable royal family’s disciple book from the royal family’s side branches. For all the gentlemen.”

“If you can have children, I will be happy, if you can’t, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to look at the children born by others.”

Ning Zhiyu was silent for a long time.

Yan Yuan looked at him and said with a smile: “What? You’re going to be moved to tears?”

“Silly Ayu, I love you, so naturally I have to treat you with all my heart.”

“I’m afraid that Ayuan will regret it in the future, how can I have it? You think so well, how can I, Ning Zhiyu, how worthy of your emperor’s respect, treat me like this…” Ning Zhiyu wrapped around Yan Yuan’s neck and said dumbly.

“If I say it’s worth it, you’re worth it.” Yan Yuan leaned down and kissed his forehead.

In the previous life, Ning Zhiyu died tragically in his arms. Yan Yuan, who died, did not know why, but his intuition was for himself. That being the case, this life is for him to protect him and cherish him.

Not far away, Xuan Long looked at Yan Yuan with a frown and a smile. Seeing how happy he was when he was with the man, he should have been happy.

But this was not the case, the sadness surging in his chest almost drowned him.

Standing in the same place like self-abuse, that big dream finally woke up slowly…

Ning Zhiyu used to love reading poetry and books, but now she is ill, and she seldom reads books, so Yan Yuan sat on the bed I read it to him sideways, and coaxed him to sleep.

This is what Yan Yuan and Ning Zhiyu are used to doing. It is naturally much more meticulous than dealing with Xuanlong. The two talked and laughed, and they talked very much. After all, Ning Zhiyu is the son of the prime minister. Favored, but taught by Mr., there is no lack of literature. Unlike Xuanlong, who doesn’t even know much about ordinary people, it seems to be lackluster.

For Yan Yuan, his rare use is to vent his desires, or a pair of fresh medicine.

Before falling asleep, Ning Zhiyu vomited back blood and soiled the bed and couch. Yan Yuan’s distress was on the bright side, her eyes were red, and the palace people rushed in and out, bringing hot water to help Ning Zhiyu. After cleaning up the blood and tossing and changing to a clean mattress, the scene was chaotic.

There is a difference between living beings and living beings, Xuanlong knew this since he was a child.

For example, the mother hates him, but loves his brothers and sisters very much.

Another example is Yan Yuan at this time, who felt distressed for that man in every possible way, and even though she had pulled out so many scales and shed a lot of blood, she did not see how much Yan Yuan cared.

It’s different after all.

After Ning Zhiyu fell asleep, Yan Yuanzhao brought Chen Yan in, groped out a silver-colored dragon scale from her sleeve, and handed it to him:

“Go in person, grind this dragon scale into powder and add it to Ayu’s prescription. , and bring it to you after it’s boiled.”

“Be careful, the last piece is gone, if you mess it up, I’m the only one who asks you.”

That was Xuanlong’s inverse scale.

The moon-white scales are wearing a dark green woven rope, which is very beautiful. It is the love letter that Xuanlong gave to Yan Yuan, but to Yan Yuan, that thing should have no meaning, otherwise he is putting the dragon scales. When handing it out, how could there be no hesitation, not even the slightest expression on his face.

In Xuanlong’s dim green eyes, the only light remaining faded away with Chen Yan’s departure.

He took out the iris jade pendant from his chest and gently rubbed it in the palm of his hand. It was given to him by Yan Yuan. He said that if he received this token of love, he would never change his heart. He never changed his heart.

But does Yan Yuan have any sincerity towards him?

Xuanlong felt that maybe he should be as ruthless as Yan Yuan, and smashed this ridiculous jade pendant to the ground, and the relationship between the two ended, or he would show up and confront Yan Yuan face to face. , asked him why he was deceiving himself.

However, thinking of the past, thinking of the moment of warmth that Yan Yuan gave him in the past, Xuanlong can’t do this after all, and he is not hysterical and noisy, the jade pendant is in the palm of his hand, as quiet and silent as the Tathagata, The footsteps left the Luanfeng Palace vainly.

When he raised his head, there were tears in his cold green eyes.

Fortunately, no one saw him, so his wishful thinking would not seem too ridiculous.

[End of This Chapter]