Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 78

[Chapter 78 The deity doesn’t like men]

“The white robes of the same color will inevitably get tired after looking at them for a long time. Qingmei said that the black robes showed a good complexion, so I asked people to do it a few times

. ”

, Occasionally change, but also light blue or light blue. Since becoming the queen, Ning Zhiyu has never worn a color other than white robes, unless she has to wear a special fire-colored phoenix robe for state banquets.

The first time I saw him wear such a strong color on weekdays, it was black.

Yan Yuan remembered the dragon that she had deliberately left out, shook her head, and sat down on Ning Zhiyu’s side, with a bit of absent-mindedness that she didn’t even notice: “Silly Ayu, you look good in whatever you wear, no matter it is I like you no matter what you are.”

Ning Zhiyu curled up nervously with her hands hidden in her sleeve robes, with sadness in her heart, she forced a smile and said, “It’s fine if you look at it.”

Yan Yuan picked up the chopsticks and gave it to him . He took a crystal shrimp dumpling into a small bowl: “Eat it, wait for me to wait, the dishes are going to be cold.”

“No.” Ning Zhiyu replied in a low voice, picking up chopsticks.

Yan Yuan took the hot chicken soup from the green plum and took a sip: “It will be your birthday in a few days, what do you want in particular?”

“Ayu?”

Ning Zhiyu lowered her head and wondered what she was thinking. , the chopsticks stabbed the shrimp dumplings, the skin was about to smash, and before they were clamped, Yan Yuan called him several times before Ning Zhiyu turned to look at him.

“…Ah?”

Yan Yuan smiled and raised her hand to scratch the bridge of his nose: “What’s wrong with you today, how can you be so careless about having a meal, but your body is not good?

” Yes.” Ning Zhiyu smiled.

Yan Yuan repeated patiently: “I just said that next month will be your birthday, what do you want in particular?”

“The birthday ceremony, which is only once a year, must be well-prepared. At that time, a hundred officials will be invited to the palace to celebrate for you. The whole country will be exempted from tax for one month, and then the prisoners who entered the prison last month will be pardoned. How about accumulating blessings for you?”

He was the one who was neglected in the Xiangfu since he was a child. His father did not love him or his mother loved him, and he never passed his birthday. It was only after he met Yan Yuan that he had this blessing. Ning Zhiyu looked at Yan Yuan’s happy smiling face, and was happy, but also sad.

I am glad that he remembers himself so much, and remembers his birthday more carefully than himself every year.

Sad that all these good things were stolen from others shamelessly and shamelessly. He already has what he should have lost, and he doesn’t dare to be greedy for more. As long as the person in front of him is with him in this life, no matter what happens, he will follow him in life and death, and he will never leave.

Ning Zhiyu’s eyes were red, looking at Yan Yuan and smiling.

“I just want to get back the lost silver hairpin.”

“Birthdays happen every year, so don’t hold them, extravagance is always bad.”

Yan Yuan put down her chopsticks, pulled up Ning Zhiyu and put it on her knees He put his hand up and said affectionately: “It’s not easy, I will ask someone to go out of the palace tomorrow to buy a hundred identical silver hairpins, put one on your bed, one on your body, and one in front of the bronze mirror. Put it where you see it, even if you lose ten, there are still ninety.”

Ning Zhiyu knew that Yan Yuan was making herself happy, and was amused by him, but the redness in her eyes did not fade away, she looked at the other party, and said softly.

“I only want that one, it’s unique, and it can’t be replaced by any gold and silver mountains.”

Yan Yuan pinched his nose: “Silly Ayu, how can you be so stubborn… Well, I promise you, I will try my best to help you. If you can’t find it, I can only send you a new one.”

“Well.” Ning Zhiyu said dumbly.

He was not in good health, and when he was often depressed, Yan Yuan was aware of it, so he took care of him very carefully, and asked Qingmei to step aside and prepare vegetables for Ning Zhiyu herself.

Mo Yao Xiaobanzhu incense time passed, Ning Zhiyu put down his chopsticks, picked up the light green warm jade jug at hand, poured a glass of wine and put it in Yan Yuan’s hand.

“A Yuan, this is the daughter Hong that my father sent the day before yesterday. It was buried in the ground for 20 years. It was made by him. You can taste it, it will suit your appetite…”

Yan Yuan is actually not addicted to alcohol, whether it is her daughter Hong or her own. Drunk Chunlan, he felt that it was too strong, but the sweet fruit wine was more suitable for his taste, but Ning Zhiyu had a heart, and he couldn’t refuse, so he picked up the wine glass.

“Okay, since it was made by Guo Zhang himself, I want to try it.”

Yan Yuan took the cup and was about to enter it, Ning Zhiyu suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his arm, “A Yuan…”

“Huh?” Yan Yuan Turn your head to look.

Wearing a black robe made Ning Zhiyu’s face too pale, his smile was light, no different from normal, but for no reason he showed an indescribably strong emotion…like despair.

“I love you.”

Xuanlong’s handsome face appeared out of time in Yan Yuan’s mind, thinking that the taciturn dragon also loved him very much, but who told him to love Ning Zhiyu, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart , raised his hand to caress Ning Zhiyu’s warm cheek.

“Why do you suddenly say this?”

“I love you too.”

Ning Zhiyu put her hand on Yan Yuan’s hand against her cheek, feeling a little more confident in her heart: “If you want to say it, just say it.”

Yan Yuan smiled He pulled it back, raised the glass, and Ning Zhiyu stared at his movements nervously. Seeing that the wall of the glass was about to touch Yan Yuan’s lips, a eunuch hurried in outside the hall.

“Your Majesty, it’s not good…”

Yan Yuan frowned and put down the cup: “What’s wrong?”

Chen Yan leaned close to Yan Yuan’s ear and whispered: “There is news from Qiankun Palace, saying that it is Master Han. I ‘m seriously ill, I haven’t woken up for three days, maybe I’m dying…”

Yan Yuan got up from the stool: “What did you say?!”

Chen Yan’s face was solemn, and he whispered, “It was the little felt who was waiting by Mr. Han’s side to report.”

“The damn servant, who has been hiding until now, still blocked the door and did not let me in!” Yan Yuan Face down and leave.

Ning Zhiyu grabbed his wrist: “A Yuan…”

Yan Yuan turned around and touched Ning Zhiyu’s face, then slowed down: “I have something to do, I have to go, I can’t accompany you for dinner tonight, come back tomorrow. Looking for you.”

“Good, rest early.”

Ning Zhiyu used to be the most docile and obedient, but this time she grabbed it when Yan Yuan pulled her hand back, pressed her face tightly, and said dumbly, “If I won’t let you go.”

Looking at him like this, Yan Yuan couldn’t bear it: “It was Xuanlong who had an accident, if he died, who would save you.”

“I have to go and see quickly.

” There were tears in Zhiyu’s eyes, and she shook her head and said, “I don’t want him to save me… I just need to look at me alone for now .

”

Her brows twitched, “Stop talking, I’m really going to be angry.”

She panicked so badly that Yan Yuan comforted Ning Zhiyu casually, and left without looking back.

Knowing clearly that Xuanlong was Yan Yuan’s true love, and being abandoned by him, she still felt at a loss. Ning Zhiyu looked down at her empty palm, tears streaming down her cheeks silently.

“Sad, deplorable, ridiculous.”

“Look at yourself, you are still the queen, you are afraid that you are not even as good as the little servants in your human family kiln, that little servant smiles and thousands of people fall, how about you?”

“Fortunately, you didn’t take off your clothes and sent it directly, otherwise you would be embarrassed.”

“The deity advises you not to use these useless means. How to smash the heart of Xuanlong dug up by Yanyuan is the right way. Once Xuanlong dies, Yanyuan will be yours for the rest of her life, why do you insist on these things? What trivial things are you using? It doesn’t matter if you love him or not, it’s good if his people are not by your side.”

Since then, Mozun has been talking nonsense to him, but Ning Zhiyu ignored him. At this moment, he didn’t pay any attention to him either. Bing retreated from the palace, picked up the glass of wine that Yan Yuan hadn’t drank, and drank it all in one gulp. When he raised his head, tears ran across the red skin at the corners of his eyes.

The Demon Venerable said in shock: “There is acacia in this wine, are you crazy?”

Ning Zhiyu didn’t drink very well, so he just drank a cup, and there was drunkenness in his eyes. He smiled and continued to fill himself up, cup after cup. poured into the mouth.

It doesn’t matter what kind of acacia or not.

About five or six cups went down, and phantoms began to appear in front of him. Ning Zhiyu stared at the small wine cup between his fingers and murmured.

“You’re right, I’m cheap…”

“Some people are born lowly… Even if they sit in the queen’s position, they won’t change.”

“But why would I ever want to sit in this position… I I just want someone to treat me with sincerity…”

“I don’t think I’m mean, I don’t think I’m low… just…”

“He is the only person who treats me sincerely… After meeting him, I Only then did I feel that I am not a beast that can be trampled at will, but a living person…”

Ning Zhiyu closed her eyes and drank the glass of wine, swaying her wrists and pouring it again, tears streaming down her face: “But why, God, even this I have to take it back…”

“Hey… Actually, you’re not that bad.” The voice in his head said.

Ning Zhiyu smiled indifferently: “Really.”

“How could you ever look down on me…”

The voice coughed twice, “If the deity looks down on you, it will not reside in your body.”

Ning Zhiyu smiled lowly, leaning on the wine table, knocked over the wine jug, he rested his arms, and squinted at the dim candlelight in the distance: “I don’t care what other people do… I just want him When one treats me well, I am satisfied.”

Demon Venerable: “Hmph, then you are really easy to be satisfied.” The

spirits had entered the stomach, and it should have been lethargic.

An irresistible heat gradually rose from his body, and his throat seemed to be swallowing fire. With the little consciousness left, Ning Zhiyu staggered up and climbed onto the bed, curling himself up.

But the heat intensified, he couldn’t help pulling his collar and clothes, and a suppressed pain murmured in his throat.

He was persuaded that if Hehuansan didn’t have sex with others, he would bleed to death in the seven orifices, but Ning Zhiyu was not afraid at all. He thought in the chaos that if he died like this, he might still be able to leave an indelible mark in Yan Yuan’s heart. Memory, he will not have to struggle in love and conscience.

Mozun asked him anxiously in his head if he was okay. Ning Zhiyu felt noisy and told him not to talk. Perhaps the demon had made a temperamental problem again, and scolded him angrily, and finally calmed down.

A tall figure gradually appeared beside the bed, turning from false to solid. The man was wearing a black and red iron shirt, with long fiery red hair and no wind. He gave birth to a face that was too handsome and flamboyant, and his pupils were naturally scarlet. , showing a cold anger.

Ning Zhiyu’s clothes were half-retracted, and the black robe hung on his chest, revealing a white almost transparent skin and a deep collarbone. The bed was covered with black hair, and he vaguely felt that someone was watching him and unconsciously moved to the bedside. Looking at it, who knows that cold sweat just slipped into his eyes, and he couldn’t see the face of that person.

“A Yuan…”

The man’s expression changed slightly, his pale but powerful phalanx pinched Ning Zhiyu’s chin, and said coldly.

“Stupid human race, open your eyes and see clearly, the deity’s name is Mi San, not your A Yuan.”

Ning Zhiyu was forced to raise her head, her eyelashes trembling: “A Yuan…”

The Demon Venerable looked at him: “Hmph, you still look better in white clothes.” “This black robe is not suitable for you, it is an eyesore, I

will take it off for you with mercy.”

Zhiyu’s clothes, the tough fabric was torn in an instant, Ning Zhiyu had long lost his mind, and easily let the Demon Venerable take off clean. In between, her slender legs instinctively curled up, holding onto that hand, murmuring tears on her face, moistening her eyelashes.

Candlelight shrouded the dimly lit hall, the Demon Venerable bent down his tall body, pinched Ning Zhiyu’s cheeks, and frowned in disgust.

“This deity doesn’t like men.”

[End of This Chapter]