Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 51

[Chapter 51 Don’t Die]

“咻——!”

“Your Majesty!!”

For those who practice martial arts, all swords and swords will slow down. Chen Yan’s pupils expand, and he shouts to open his arms to block Yan Yuan. Yan Yuan pushes Chen Yan away. , the inner force condensed in the palm, the arrow immediately stood still in the air, the transparent sphere condensed in the heart became larger and larger, and when it surpassed the palm, the inner force flew towards the roof not far away with the arrow feather in between. The dead man who was lying in ambush on the tile rolled down, the arrow feather was stuck on his neck, his eyes widened and he couldn’t rest his eyes.

It’s okay to be deflated at the rival’s place. I didn’t expect to be assassinated on the way back to the palace, and Yan Yuan was in a good mood.

Being registered as the crown prince since childhood, this status is equivalent to being in a bloody storm all the time. How many people coveted that position and how many people looked forward to his death. Yan Yuan was pampered and pampered from a young age, but the matter of martial arts never fell, he did not He likes to use weapons, and the palm of his hand will be worn out if he practices the sword too much, so he only cultivates martial arts and internal strength. The late emperor searched for talented people all over the world for him, and found a very powerful master. The master created a set of inner strength and heart method, called “heart palm”. The palm of the hand condensed the inner force. die and die.

Yan Yuan hates fighting and humiliating her identity. The guards are on the side, and he will never take action himself unless it is absolutely necessary. Today, he really needs to find an outlet. He pushes Chen Yan’s old bone under the carriage to hide, avoiding the long sword stabbed by the dead man on the left. , with the palm of his hand on the attacker’s wrist, a dark palm print immediately appeared on the dead man’s wrist, and the long sword fell in response.

Yan Yuan kicked the other person who was rushing from the right, and rose up in the air, the white robes flew, and when she landed, the soles of her feet kicked on the chest of a dead man who rushed up, and the dead man fell down with a scream. Yan Yuan took advantage of her strength to jump up, and her long legs swayed the heads of the five dead men one after another, kicking the dead men’s cheeks out of shape, spitting out a mouthful of old blood and falling down.

This time he went out of the palace very low-key, with only ten guards by his side, disguised as he followed by the carriage, he should be indistinguishable from the servants of ordinary wealthy families. The man behind the assassination who wanted to assassinate him knew so much about his itinerary. If nothing else, there were spies beside him.

Half of the ten guards died. At this moment, only four or five remained around Yan Yuan, fighting desperately. In fact, there were far more dead soldiers than the guards, just because their number was too large. There are more dead soldiers pouring out from the deep woods next to them, and the woods are their main ambush spots.

In the wilderness here, there is an abandoned and dilapidated courtyard in the distance, and there is not even a single person. This assassination is huge. It seems that his life is bound to be won.

The wind of Yan Yuan’s palm landed on the dead man’s chest with an internal force, and closed his life with one palm. The blood spurted out of the dead man’s mouth, splashed in the air, and sporadically landed on his eyelids and eyelashes. The originally pure peach blossom eyes were as cold as snakes.

He had already considered who was behind the assassination.

There are not many people around who know his true strength, including the guards, I am afraid that he is just an emperor who has no power, and it took so much trouble to send such a powerful dead man to kill a man with no power. the emperor, it means that the person must know him very well.

It’s not his good royal brother who is thousands of miles away, who else is there? …

Yan disaster Heng.

Yan Yuan bit the name in her mouth, and her subordinates became more and more ruthless.

The guards were amazed when they saw him being so skilled. Perhaps they were boosted by morale and ambition. Yan Yuan led them to fight a bloody road. The corpses on the ground gradually piled up into hills. The sword in the hands of the little guard beside him, holding the sword in both hands, slashed down from the up and down, a sword slashed on the neck of the dead man who rushed over, and blood splattered everywhere.

The last dead man fell.

Everyone was exhausted, and the guards recovered from the thrill, their legs were weak, and they were delighted. They looked at Yan Yuan and trembled.

“Your Majesty…we won!”

“Humph.” Yan Yuan raised her hand and wiped the blood on her face, her long eyelashes were stained with red, lining Cangxue’s handsome face, she was like a demon, he hooked his lips and smiled, He snorted as a response, threw the dirty long sword in his hand, and turned around, his voice was a little tired and hoarse.

“Let’s go.”

Chen Yan crawled out of the carriage with a sad face. The target of the dead man was Yan Yuan, but he didn’t pay attention to him, an immortal eunuch. Jia, unscathed, pounced on Yan Yuan and asked if she was okay.

Yan Yuan was hit by a few swords in the arm, and the rest of the place was not injured, but the sword seemed to be hardened, so that his whole body became weak, the speed of his mind became very slow, and he vaguely heard a sharp arrow coming from behind him. The sound of the air, his body stopped, and before he could turn around to look, he felt a chill in his heart.

“Hmm…”

His body froze, he looked down in surprise, the arrow feather penetrated his heart, and the black iron arrow was covered with his blood.

No wonder it’s so cold…

“Your Majesty!!!”

“Your Majesty!!!”

All this happened so fast that it caught everyone present by surprise.

The sneak attackers saw the target and retreated from the hidden trees as soon as they succeeded.

Chen Yan and the guards rushed up to help him, but Yan Yuan’s body inevitably fell down. There was a blood mist in front of him, and he couldn’t see anything clearly.

I heard that people look back on their past lives before they die, and at this time, Xuanlong’s face appeared in his mind.

The man smiled.

shy look.

A silent look.

Xuanlong rarely laughs, but when he does laugh, he is actually very gentle, and his cold and hard outline will melt like an iceberg. Perhaps it is because he is not used to making such expressions, so he is always a little stiff, which makes him look handsome and different. cute.

When he’s shy, he doesn’t reveal too much emotion on his face, and he will unconsciously turn his eyes away from him, looking untouched. In fact, his red ears have long exposed his emotions.

The appearance of being silent makes people feel too dull, but it doesn’t prevent him from wanting to get closer to him, especially on the bed, he always tries to force himself, wanting to see his expression other than expressionless, and seeing him for himself. Showing a bewildered look, the difference in Xuanlong’s heart has always given him a sense of accomplishment.

In fact, Yan Yuan has been resisting Xuanlong’s attraction all the time in her heart. He doesn’t understand why he remembers the details so clearly, and even knows every bit of getting along with Ning Zhiyu.

Yan Yuan closed his eyes, the cries in his ears gave him a headache, he frowned slightly, and spit out a weak voice.

“…Chen Yan, shut up.”

As he spoke, blood poured out of his mouth like running water, Chen Yan immediately silenced, Yan Yuan half-opened her eyes, and her eyes regained a trace of clarity, with the shadows of towering trees above. The sky was gray, and a single crow passed by, making a shrill cry.

At the center of the sword, there was no time for recovery. Everyone knew that it was too late. The bumpy carriage would only accelerate death.

Chen Yan looked at the emperor who grew up with tears in his eyes. Yan Yuan moved her fingers reluctantly, and took out the bag of dragon scales in a black cloth bag from between her large sleeves and hung it on the ground.

“Take the dragon scales back… to Ayu.”

“You tell him… I… promised him…the words…should be, I can’t do it…”

“Your Majesty…” Chen Yan and the guards pressed cry.

Yan Yuan never thought that his life would end at the age of 19. He used to say that he would protect Ning Zhiyu for the rest of his life, and that he would stay with him until old age. Naturally, those promises could not be fulfilled.

Strangely, at the last moment, the person he most wanted to see would be Xuanlong. Maybe it’s because he was the one who was the most sorry in his life.

Although there is no promise to Ning Zhiyu, for Xuanlong, he is deceived and used from beginning to end, and he has never given him any warmth. The dragon still foolishly believes in him, and even now he is willing to listen to a few words from him, so he pulls the scales and asks him to go back to save his sweetheart.

He treats him really well… It’s a pity I can never see him again.

Yan Yuan explained her last words with her last strength, and asked Chen Yan to go to the plaque on the desk in the imperial study after returning to the palace to get the imperial edict, which was the imperial edict of the canonization of the new emperor. On the day when the emperors of the Daxuan Dynasty ascended the throne, they would appoint the most suitable crown prince in their minds, and hide the imperial decree in the imperial study to prevent accidents and chaos in the court.

Chen Yan choked up and responded.

Yan Yuan felt very tired, he wanted to sleep, and he felt unwilling. He was still so young, he still had the ambition to rule the world, and he still had the people he wanted to see, so how could he die like this.

But fate is like this, how can a mortal not obey.

The crying in her ears gradually faded away, became ethereal, and finally disappeared completely, as if blocked by a barrier that could cut off the sound, Yan Yuan heard the man’s low, trembling voice in her ear.

“…A Yuan.”

Yan Yuan raised her heavy eyelids, and there was only a vague shadow in front of her. The man was wearing black clothes. .

Yan Yuan opened her mouth with difficulty, coughing up blood bubbles: “Apo…is that you?”

“Did I…have a hallucination.”

“It’s me,” the man said.

Yan Yuan heard Xuanlong’s voice and couldn’t help laughing. There was a large amount of blood on his chest, and the blood in his mouth seemed to be endless.

“Apo, look… I treat you… it’s so bad…”

“Now… I’ve been punished.”

“You’re relieved…”

“Then… don’t be mad at me… Okay?…”

“I’m not angry.” He heard Xuanlong say.

“That’s good… that’s good…” Yan Yuan’s face was pale, and she smiled sullenly.

“Apo… If there is a next life, I will treat you well.”

“I know… I owe you.”

“I owe you…”

He said slowly, closed his eyes, and breathless.

Xuanlong knelt on Yan Yuan’s side and gently put his cold hand on his face, as if to warm him up. Without blinking, tears flowed from his cold green eyes, and he repeated in a low voice.

“I’m not angry.”

I’m not angry, you don’t want to die.

[End of This Chapter]