Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 108

[Chapter 108: Father and Emperor Don’t Leave A Zhi]

In the years before she met Xuanlong, Yan Yuan’s New Year’s Eve was spent with Ning Zhiyu, and after the palace banquet, she would stay with Ning Zhiyu.

He thought with all his heart that it was his lover in his previous life, and he overturned everything and treated him well, even disregarding his own life, and taking Xuanlong’s life, only to find out that he loved the wrong person.

He was full of pain and hatred and had nowhere to vent. He hated how he could admit the wrong person. His eyes were blinded by dog dung, which ruined the lives of the two of them.

Ning Zhiyu was innocent after all. On the day he gave birth, Yan Yuan went to Luanfeng Hall to see him. The child was born, with fiery red pupils, and it was a strange and evil spirit.

The palace servants present were terrified.

Yan Yuan was very calm. Not only was he not angry, but he felt relaxed and relieved in his heart. It’s probably like this when he doesn’t care about the other party, no matter what the other party does, it won’t arouse his emotions.

“A Yuan… I’m sorry.”

“I betrayed you.” Long hair was spread wetly under her body, Ning Zhiyu lay weakly on the bed, smiling lightly, looking calmly waiting to be dealt with.

His pale and thin face no longer attracted Yan Yuan’s pity, and the past love dissipated like the passing wind.

Without asking who the child belonged to, Yan Yuan was not interested at all. He calmly gave the order, and when Ning Zhiyu’s body was well maintained, she would go to the cold palace by herself.

As for the children, they can stay and do not need to be executed.

His Azhibei is not a pure human race. He has green eyes and dragon horns similar to Xuanlong. There is no reason why he can’t live without a human race.

Even if the products born of adultery should have died, it would not be an exaggeration to punish the Nine Clan. Judging from his past affection, he did not want to kill them all.

The most important reason is that he wants to accumulate some blessings for his children.

Azhi is the name Yanyuan gave her child.

Achi, Achi.

Holding the hand of the son, grow old together with the son.

That was his unfulfilled long-cherished wish in this life, his memory and remembrance for Xuanlong, and his obsession with Xuanlong. The existence of Azhi is proof that Xuanlong has come.

If there is a next life, he will take this obsession to find him, ask for his forgiveness, and start over with him.

The favored queen in the past will be thrown into the cold palace, and there will be tears in the Luanfeng Palace. Yan Yuan turns around and walks out, leaving those pleas behind her.

As the protagonist, Ning Zhiyu and Yan Yuan were equally calm, and did not feel sorry for their fate at all. He took out two identical silver hairpins from under the pillow and called him with a faint smile.

“A Yuan.”

Yan Yuan stopped in her footsteps, turned her back to him and did not look back.

To this day, they have nothing to say.

Ning Zhiyu didn’t mind that he didn’t look at him, her pale fingers held the silver hairpin, and the tip of the other finger stroked the not-so-exquisite cloud pattern on the end of the hairpin.

“Look, this is the silver hairpin you gave me on the Qiqiao Festival.”

“I lost the first one… You found an identical one and gave it to me.” Hearing this, Yan Yuan slowly turned around. body, looking at the man on the bed.

“The one that I lost later, I found under the bed. When the palace servant was cleaning, he accidentally got the hairpin from under the pillow into the crevice of the bed.”

Ning Zhiyu smiled at Yan Yuan, her eyes flushed.

“You have a heart.”

“I have never regretted the marriage.”

Yan Yuan walked over stiffly and looked at the two silver hairpins with the same pattern in Ning Zhiyu’s hand: “…Which one was given to you later? After a while ,

Ning Zhiyu handed out the silver hairpin in her right hand, Yan Yuan raised her hand to gently take it, her vision was blurred by the hot fog.

Later, Yan Yuan didn’t pay attention to what Ning Zhiyu said. He took the hairpin back to the Qiankun Palace without saying a word along the way.

You can imagine Xuanlong’s mood when he bought this hairpin.

He must have seen something, saw that he gave this hairpin to Ning Zhiyu, and then went to buy an identical one.

That day, the Qi Qiao Festival was really lively… Now that I think about it, it still feels lively, but the surroundings are cold and cold. Xuan Long’s mood at that time should be the same as he is now.

He used Xuanlong’s deep affection and unrepentance as a mockery, and imposed the stigma of stealing and jealousy on him. How could he know that the dragon actually wanted to secretly hide the heart that loved him, so as not to be trampled by him.

But he was so vile that he had to be embarrassed and his dignity shattered.

Yan Yuan looked up at the white sky.

It snowed again today.

Really cold.

…

Luanfeng Palace.

“In half a month, the body of the deity will be able to reappear in the human world. Are you really not going with the deity?” The

palace staff in the palace retreated. After the child was born, Ning Zhiyu didn’t even look at him. He lay on the bed with a detached expression. Sad calm.

“Don’t go.”

“You would rather live in the cold palace than go with the deity?” The voice in his head became irritable.

“This is my home.” Ning Zhiyu said softly.

“You are really cruel… You don’t even want to take a look at your own child.”

Ning Zhiyu looked at the air above: “When I saw him, I thought of you and felt disgusting.”

These words successfully made Demon Venerable shut up. .

After a while, Ning Zhiyu asked, “How to crack the magic beast.” Demon

Venerable’s low voice contained a hostile aura: “It can’t be cracked.”

Ning Zhiyu clenched the quilt tightly with both hands: “You said that the magic beast does not It will cause damage to his body, you lied to me…”

Demon Venerable sneered: “Yes, it really won’t cause harm at first. Who told him to fall in love with Xuanlong again, empathize and be self-sufficient and suffer from anti-addiction.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy?”

Yan Yuan’s headache is getting worse day by day , If it goes on like this, I am afraid that I will die alive. Ning Zhiyu gritted her teeth and said, “…you help him get rid of the Gu, and I’ll go with you.”

“It’s really touching the love of the world.”

“This deity will cry when I hear it.”

…

Three years later.

The sun was setting in the west, the moon was on the treetops, and the little man was sitting alone on the steps outside the Qiankun Palace, with his hands on his knees, looking up at the bright jade disc in the sky.

He was dressed in a small turquoise robe, his face was tender, two stubby black horns grew on the top of his head, his green pupils reflected the moonlight, and he was eerily beautiful.

A eunuch ran over next to him, bent over and asked, “Little Highness, what’s the matter with you?”

“Why are you sitting here in the middle of the night? Come in with the servant, be careful of catching a cold…” The

little man was stunned for a moment. , bowed his head and said, “My father is drunk again.” As soon as my

father was drunk, he would hug him and cry, calling his mother’s name to him, crying very hurt.

He didn’t want to upset his father.

“This…” The eunuch hesitated for a moment and said. “Then the little highness will go down and persuade the emperor, tell him to drink less, the more alcohol will hurt his health.”

“The emperor will not listen to what others say, so he will listen to the little prince.”

Yan Zhi whispered: “But he saw I’ll be even more sad…” Little hand picked up the weeds growing in the gap of the steps, looked up at the eunuch, and the corners of his eyes were red: “When will Mother come back… He doesn’t want Ah Zhihe? Is your royal father?” The

eunuch said, “Yes, your little highness is so cute, how could the empress don’t want you, he just left temporarily.”

“When His Highness grows up, he will come back.”

After Ning Zhiyu was deposed from the throne, Yan Yuan pursued the new queen, and the new queen was the prince’s biological mother, Han Bo.

Everyone knows that the prince was born by the emperor and a dragon. In the past, when he shouted evilly, Yan Yuan sent someone to tell the storytellers in the market to compile a book about Xuanlong who sacrificed his life to save his life. The prince who was born by this monster became the reincarnation of the real dragon, and the green eyes and dragon horns are the best proofs.

The process of the emperor and Xuanlong getting to know each other, falling in love, and having a child has gradually become a good story. No one will laugh at Azhi for being different. He seems to be hurt by Yan Yuan’s baby, and he lives innocently and happily in the palace. The only trouble is that his mother doesn’t come back.

When his mother came back and their family was reunited, the father would not cry all the time, and he would not have to secretly hide under the covers to miss his mother, and he did not dare to let the father know.

“Really?…”

“Then Ah Zhi should grow up faster.” The

eunuch squatted beside the little man with a wrinkled smile on his face: “It’s true.”

“Then, Your Highness, are you willing to enter with the servant now? The house?”

Yan Zhi nodded: “Well…” The

eunuch leaned over and picked up the little man, and sent him into the palace gate.

“Imperial Father… You promised Azhi that you should drink less wine.” The

inner hall was dark, the curtain was hanging high, the man with long hair was leaning on the couch, holding the jade pot in his hand, looking up and pouring wine into his mouth . His fair face was morbidly pale, and his eyes were flushed. Hearing the words, he turned his head and looked over with drunken eyes, and his arm holding the jug dropped to the edge of the bed. .

“Azhi…”

“Where have you been? I’ll ask the emperor to find you.” The

little man walked towards Yanyuan, stopped by the bed, raised his little hand and wiped the tears from the corner of Yanyuan’s eyes, and whispered back: “Ah Zhi was sitting outside the door.”

“Azhi doesn’t like my father to drink.”

“Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my father is happy.” Yan Yuan smiled and picked up the little man from the bed, looking at the swaying, actually very stable.

Azhi knew that the Mid-Autumn Festival was a reunion festival. He heard from the palace servants that the reunion festival was for the family to have a happy meal together. Azhi turned around in Yan Yuan’s arms, her small arms wrapped around Yan Yuan’s neck, and said sullenly, “I don’t cry.”

“Well, I don’t cry.” Yan Yuan’s big palm rested on his young back. , buried his face in his neck. “Royal father doesn’t cry…”

He said that he would not cry, but Ah Zhi felt hot and humid tears on his neck, and his body was trembling constantly as he embraced himself. Yan Yuan suddenly choked out.

When Azhi saw him crying, he couldn’t help crying. The father and son hugged and cried together, Yan Yuan said something he didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry for you…”

“Azhi…I’m sorry for you.”

The eunuch said that when he grew up, his mother would come back to reunite with their family. But before he could grow up, his father fell ill.

Yan Yuan’s head disease has been attacking like a day for five years. He seems to be alive, but in fact he is a walking corpse.

On the day when the royal father left, Ah Zhi stood by his bed, holding his big hand and crying heart-to-heart: “Royal Father, don’t leave Ah Zhi…”

“Don’t leave Ah Zhi…”

Even Yan Yan Yuan has done many wrong things in the past, but in the eyes of the little Azhi, the father and the emperor are the pillars of the world for him. He has never seen his mother, only the father.

His father’s hand was so large and powerful that he could easily pick him up and raise him high. His father’s hand was very warm and made him feel at ease. But why did the father’s hand become so cold, so cold that he was afraid.

The person on the bed was thin and dull, and the title of the most beautiful man in the capital was no longer applicable to Yan Yuan. He is only twenty-five this year, and he is as old as an old man who is dying in his twilight years, and he has no life at all.

Yan Yuan half-dazedly looked at the little man beside the bed, his Azhi was not much taller than the edge of the bed, and he cried pitifully, which was heart-wrenching.

“Azhi… Royal father, I’m going to find your mother, don’t cry…” The

little man cried and shook his head, grabbing Yan Yuan’s big palm with both hands: “Then father and emperor bring Azhi together, Azhi Zhi has to go too…”

Yan Yuan smiled angrily: “Azhi is good…go out to the palace with Aunt Hua, she will accompany you.”

“When Azhi grows up…the father and the emperor will be with the mother. Kiss, come back to see you…”

[End of This Chapter]