Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 107

[Chapter 107 Reunion]

That was the birthday present that Xuanlong wanted to give him.

he does not want.

I disliked that this wooden man was too shabby to look down on.

When he didn’t put the dragon in his heart, he wouldn’t even care about a wooden figure he carved with his own hands.

Not to mention how much thought and seriousness he spent in preparing this gift.

Such a clumsy dragon, in order to please him, secretly practiced the technique of carving a wooden figure over and over again, and finally carved a decent one, carefully colored, but he didn’t want it.

Not only did he not want it, but he also trampled his mind on the soles of his feet, saying it was a useless thing.

Yan Yuan remembered that there was a time when Xuanlong always had small wounds on his hands, and it was not good for a long time. He asked him why, but Xuanlong refused to say, so he was too lazy to ask.

Now that I recall it, I suddenly understand that it was originally to prepare a birthday present for him.

What he scorned and sneered at might be the best gift Xuanlong could think of and could give him.

Xuanlong is just like that, he is not good at words, he has always used what he does… For example, he took good care of him when he was in the ancient lake for thousands of years. For example, after returning to the palace, Yan Yuan opened his mouth, and he reluctantly pulled out the scales for him. Seeing his guilt, he comforted himself. Inherently insensitive to pain.

How could he suspect that he was having an affair with others?

He clearly treated him with such care…he was so careful that he gave him what he wanted and what he didn’t want.

A tear fell on the picturesque eyebrows of the wooden figure in her hand, Yan Yuan returned to her senses, and pressed the wooden figure to her chest to rub it clean. Fortunately, the paint was good, and it would not be easily smeared. With tears in his eyes, he faced The wooden man sobbed.

She slid down and slumped to the ground. Yan Yuan was holding the wooden figurine in her arms, and holding the most delicate one in her right hand, she muttered and cried.

“Apo…I am happy with this gift.”

“I am happy…”

No one replied to him again.

When Xuanlong carved these wooden figures, he should have been full of anticipation, looking forward to how happy Yan Yuan would be when he received this gift.

However, the reality was contrary to his imagination. Yan Yuan was not uncommon at all, and he was even annoyed to take a second glance.

Xuanlong left disappointed.

Yan Yuan’s joy came too late. Too late.

There is no room for regret.

He thought about the dragon so much, and when he thought of the depths, his head began to hurt. Yan Yuan fell to the ground, curled up, holding the wooden figurine in both hands against her heart, crying so much that her eyes were red and swollen.

“Apo…”

“I’m happy…”

“Did you hear…”

“I’m happy…”

If Xuanlong was still there, looking at him like this, he might be soft-hearted, but if he died, he would die. I can’t come back to cry.

Yan Yuan knew it.

He cried so much that he could no longer cry.

Lying on the ground with the cold wooden man in his arms, his expression was empty.

The person from the palace outside told that Ning Zhiyu was here and wanted to see Yan Yuan, but Yan Yuan didn’t want to see anyone. He locked himself in this side hall where he lived with Xuanlong, dismissed Zaochao, and even handed over the government to the government. The Prime Minister is in charge.

He knew that he was very ill, even the imperial doctor in the palace could not treat him well, and the famous doctors from outside the world came to the palace to diagnose and treat him, but they were helpless.

Probably only Xuanlong could heal him, but when the dragon was gone, he could only suffer. Since childhood, Yanyuan has never suffered any pain. Although her mother left early, her father did not pay attention to him, so she found a gentle stepmother for him. He went from a prince to an emperor. This half-life can be said to be extremely smooth.

Hua Niang said that he was the robbery of Xuanlong, and Xuanlong was not his. Otherwise, how could he sink so deeply, tormented to death by that disease, he still thinks about him, thinking that sometimes he will have the idea of ‘or this is settled’, if he dies, will he be able to meet Xuanlong? .

Such an idea would be wiped out by Yan Yuan for a moment, because he had promised Xuanlong that he would bring up their children. If he is not the emperor, if this child lives in the people, it will be very difficult to live.

So… that’s why when Xuan Long was dying, he begged him so disregarding his dignity…

He wants to live well and fulfill Xuan Long’s last wish.

However, in many cases, it is always more difficult to do than imagined…

Yan Yuan spent a few days cleaning the side hall in person, and all the items were kept in their original positions, creating a mysterious dragon. The illusion of living here. Even when eating, he would ask people to prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and each meal had Xuanlong’s favorite sashimi and fresh shrimp.

“Apo… eat.”

“Your favorite.”

Yan Yuan sat at the purple-gold nanmu table, her black hair draped over her body. He picked up a piece of succulent sashimi and put it in the empty bowl beside him, smiling.

“This fish has no thorns… It’s delicious, you can try it.”

He waited for a while, but he didn’t see the food in the bowl decreasing, and said blankly to the air: “Don’t you like it?”

Then he took the chopsticks and probed for another food I grabbed it: “Then try this fresh shrimp.”

“The shrimp is delicious…it’s very good for nourishing the body.”

“You eat…”

“Why don’t you eat…” When

the food in the bowl was full, It’s still well placed there. Yan Yuan’s eyes gradually turned red, and she asked in a low voice why he didn’t eat it.

This kind of scene happens almost every day, if there is an exception, it is because Yan Yuan has a headache and can’t get out of bed because of the pain.

Chen Yan on the side couldn’t stand it any longer, and stepped forward with red eyes: “Your Majesty, what are

you doing…” “Don’t torture yourself… Young Master Han is gone. He’s gone long ago.”

Yan Yuan frowned. He reprimanded: “Chen Yan, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Apo promised to accompany me through this life, how could he break his promise?”

“He is the most talkative…”

“He is the most talkative. ” …

”

“He still said in a dream that he would love me forever… How could he leave.”

“Chen Yan, isn’t Abo the favorite thing about these things?” Yan Yuan looked at it blankly. To the old eunuch, asked in a hoarse voice. “Why doesn’t he eat it?…”

Chen Yan’s cloudy eyes burst into tears: “What a sin…”

Seeing that the other party didn’t reply to his words, Yan Yuan stood up on the table, turned around and walked to the bedside feintly: ” Apo doesn’t eat…then I don’t eat…I’m tired, I want to sleep…”

Yan Yuan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep, the headache tortured him to sleep for at most two or three hours a day, He was tossing and turning on the bed with the ball of Lan Jin in his arms, and the pain was so painful that he couldn’t even speak.

“Chen Yan, bring the wine… I have a headache, quickly bring the wine.”

“Hurry up… bring the wine.”

Chen Yan heard the sound and took out the usual porcelain bottle from his sleeve: “Your Majesty, stop drinking, the more The more it hurts.”

“Take your medicine, this is the painkiller prescribed by the imperial doctor…”

The small black elixir was poured out in the palm of his hand, and as soon as Chen Yan handed it over, Yan Yuan slapped it away and rolled on the ground. No shadows.

“I told you to bring wine!!”

Although spirits cannot cure chronic diseases, they can fall asleep when they are drunk, and they can sleep longer. When you fall asleep, you can see Xuanlong, and sometimes if you are lucky, he will dream of being in love with Xuanlong in the heavenly palace, dreaming that he and Xuanlong are singing together, living like an ordinary couple, eating and bathing together. , sleep together and wake up.

Doing the most ordinary things, the happiness you get is not ordinary.

Most of the time, what I dream of is just a few small fragments, but the extreme happiness is enough to wrap Yan Yuan, making him seem to be floating on the clouds.

Through the dream, Yan Yuan could feel how important the man in the dream was to him. When he held a man in his arms, he seemed to embrace the whole world, full and satisfied.

The happier what he saw and heard in his sleep, the more painful he would wake up. The extreme despair made Yan Yuan breathless, but he still desperately pursued the dream, because that was the only way he could see Xuanlong.

In fact, he was sober, he just wanted to pretend, pretend that Xuanlong was still alive, pretend that Xuanlong was still by his side, and pretend that Xuanlong never left.

But the people around him always want to expose his lies cruelly, and he can’t even let him act to deceive himself.

When bad luck, he would have nightmares repeatedly, dreaming that Xuanlong was angry with him, and wanted to leave him and make peace with him. I dreamed that Xuanlong was pierced by the enemy’s heart and died in his arms.

For Yan Yuan’s order, Chen Yan had to obey, and five or six pots of spirits were finally placed on a tray and delivered to the bed. Yan Yuan got up, picked up a jade pot and poured it into his mouth. He drank it in a hurry, as if it was not wine, but white water.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes as he lifted his head to drink.

He immersed himself in the wine jar. Occasionally, ministers came to visit him to discuss state affairs. Nine times out of ten, Yan Yuan was so drunk that he was unconscious, crying Xuanlong’s name when he fell asleep.

After a long time, rumors spread across the court, saying that the emperor was fascinated by evil spirits, and the news that a mysterious dragon was imprisoned and died tragically in the palace unknowingly spread out.

A courtier suggested that a monk be invited to exorcise the evil spirits, saying that Yan Yuan’s stubborn ailment was caused by Xuanlong’s soul, and Xuanlong was taking revenge. As long as you burn all the items used by Xuanlong in the side hall, and do a ritual, you will be able to call him. Yan Yuan regained her health.

Yan Yuan hoped that Xuanlong’s soul was the cause, which meant that Xuanlong was accompanying him in a different way, but he knew better than anyone that the dragon was gone.

Later, he stopped even his dreams.

Xuanlong’s relics are kept like a treasure by Yan Yuan. Anyone who wants to burn them will kill him. It was impossible for Yan Yuan to destroy those things, so the courtier who took the lead in putting pressure on them was dragged out and beheaded.

On New Year’s Eve, Yan Yuan was supposed to hold a grand banquet to welcome the New Year, but Yan Yuan didn’t have the thought, and the headache was getting worse, so she avoided it.

He didn’t drink that day, and sent someone to send New Year’s gifts to the Queen Mother’s palace. He set up a table of dishes in the side hall, and sat at the table alone with his and Xuanlong’s children. All the palace staff were held by him. Return.

The empty bowls and chopsticks were placed on the side of the body as usual. The child was sleeping soundly in Yan Yuan’s arms. Yan Yuan took the fish fillet into the Xuanlong bowl and smiled at the air.

“Apo…”

“Happy New Year’s Eve.”

In this way, their family of three is considered a reunion.

[End of This Chapter]