Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 109

[Chapter 109: The Emperor of Heaven Resets]

Although Azhi was young and born precocious, he vaguely knew that his father was trying to coax him. If his mother really came back so easily, why would he have to wait so long with his father.

The royal father just wanted to leave him and didn’t want him anymore.

“Don’t… Azhi will be good, father and emperor, don’t leave Azhi…” The

always well-behaved and quiet little man cried out of breath, and the big tears fell down his face and fell on Yan The kite’s heart hurts.

The thin, fleshless hand lifted from the bed, touched Azhi’s little face with difficulty, and smiled.

“The royal father knows…Azhi is the best.”

“Azhi’s temperament follows her mother’s, neither noisy nor noisy…is a likable temperament.”

Azhi’s nose was red from crying, and he grabbed Yan Yuan’s wrist with both hands . : “Then why does the royal father have to leave…”

Pale fingertips wiped away the tears on the little man’s face, and took it back weakly, Yan Yuan turned her eyes, looked up, and whispered softly: “Because the royal father I’m tired…I need to see your mother to get better.”

Azhi didn’t understand why he had to leave him when he saw his mother, he couldn’t take him with him, he desperately begged his father not to leave him behind. He, the father only said to tell him to listen to Aunt Hua’s words.

As he spoke, the father’s voice became softer and softer, so soft that he couldn’t hear it. No matter how he begged, the father ignored him.

“Royal Father…Royal Father…”

Azhi held Yan Yuan’s cold hand and shook it gently, expecting that Emperor Father would turn over like before and lift him up to make him laugh, but the person on the bed was quiet Silently lying down, sleeping very deeply.

Three years ago, Yan Weiheng was demoted to a commoner and exiled to the border for the crime of posing as an emperor and trespassing in the palace. I don’t know how he managed to catch up with the royal family of a border country, and borrowed troops to invade Daxuan.

Over the years, Yan Yuan has been plagued by illness and has no intention of state affairs. The government has been handed over to the prime minister. The power in the court has been gradually eroded and disintegrated. thought.

Ning Zhiyu disappeared inexplicably in the second year after being put into the cold palace. As far as the Prime Minister is concerned, even if this shameless son was deposed because of adultery with others, even if he died, he would not feel any sadness. It was Yan Yuan who, as an emperor, was sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. She was supposed to be the guardian of the people of Limin, but she fell here because of love.

No matter how good the story of the emperor and Xuanlong spread, he still felt that Yan Yuan was fascinated by evil spirits.

The prime minister, who was originally loyal to the emperor, became different with Yan Yuan’s degeneration day after day, so nearly a hundred officials headed by the prime minister secretly began to support the new emperor. Yan Weiheng took this opportunity to catch up with the prime minister and meet him. The inside should cooperate with the outside, and the borrowed soldiers and horses came all the way from the border. It took half a year to attack the foot of the imperial city.

It looked like he was about to enter the palace.

The servants in the Qiankun Palace were dismissed a few days ago. Since Chen Yan’s death last winter night, Yan Yuan has no confidantes who can talk to her. All her sufferings can only be swallowed up in her stomach, and she can hold Azhi and reveal it when she is drunk.

The palace with carved beams and painted buildings is empty and desolate, except for A Zhi who is beside the bed, only the flower essence not far away is accompanied by Yan Yuan.

Azhi’s physique is different from that of the human race. When he is ill, he needs to use the medicine of the demon race. In recent years, Azhi has a small gout, and the flower essence will come to the palace to see Azhi. The gadgets came in and gave them to him. Azhi was no stranger to Huajing and knew that she was a good friend of her mother.

But no matter how good Aunt Hua was, she couldn’t compare to her own biological father, Azhi saw that her father ignored him, so she climbed onto the bed with her small arms and legs, and threw herself on Yan Yuan’s chest to call him.

The child lost his mother after urinating so much, and now even his father is gone. It was really pitiful to see. Hua Niang was so sad when she heard him cry, her eyes were red, and she stepped forward to pull Azhi’s hand.

“Azhi… let’s go, Aunt Hua will take you to eat delicious food outside the palace.”

“Don’t you like the beef roasted buns in Guilan Street the most? Aunt Hua will take you to buy them. Freshly baked buns are better than brought in. The ones from the palace are much more delicious.”

Azhi hugged Yan Yuan’s body tightly and refused to let it go, tears soaked Yan Yuan’s underwear: “Azhi don’t bake the buns, Azhi wants the father… Aunt Hua, your name is the father emperor. Take care of me, Azhi is afraid…”

“Azhi is so afraid…”

“Woo woo woo woo woo…”

He cried for a long time, but when he was tired, he stopped crying, and quietly lay on Yan Yuan’s chest , talking to him, saying that this morning when the grandfather asked him to recite poems, he recited everything, should the father kiss him like before.

Why didn’t the emperor kiss him?

Hua Niang couldn’t bear to tell Azhi the meaning of death, he was too young and too young.

Going on like this is not the solution. While Azhi was not paying attention, Hua Niang quietly approached him and pinched the sleepy trick that he had just realized recently. The pink beam penetrated into Azhi’s body from the back of his neck, and Azhi’s long eyelashes could not be controlled. He slumped down and fell asleep.

Hua Niang gently picked up the little man and wiped away the remaining tears on his cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid… Aunt Hua is here.”

After half a stick of incense, an inconspicuous carriage drove out of the Meridian Gate and took Azhi away from the place where he was born. The carriage broke into the bustling street market, getting further and further away from the imperial city behind.

As night fell, the flames shrouded the entire palace. Yan Weiheng took hundreds of thousands of troops to attack the city gate.

Victory is decided.

Yan Weiheng took the first team of soldiers and horses to Qiankun Palace. He kicked the door of the main hall open with one foot. The candle inside was not lit, and there was no one. Finally, Yan Yuan was found in the side hall.

The nine candles with different heights on the Dark Gold Nine Dragons candlestick were half ignited. With the intrusion of Yan Weiheng, the candlelight was shaken by the cold wind, and it will be extinguished.

Yan Weiheng, dressed in a black iron armor and holding a Hantian sword, approached the person on the bed step by step.

The person on the couch was wearing white robes and covered with a brocade-blue silk quilt that was washed to the point of shredding.

Jian Bing in his hand was tightly tightened by Yan Weiheng, and when he stopped by the bed, the person on the couch slowly opened his eyes.

“You’re here…” The

long sword suddenly cut through the air, the tip of the sword touched Yan Yuan’s throat, Yan Weiheng’s eyes were red and bloodthirsty, and she asked in a deep voice, “Where is Apo?”

Yan Yuan looked at Yan Weiheng for a moment, He calmly turned his head and looked up, smiled and said, “Don’t you know all about it…”

“You really killed him? Digged his heart…” Yan Weiheng’s eyes were about to split, and his body was full of anger and he almost broke through. On the top of the hall, the tip of the sword trembled uncontrollably, piercing Yan Yuan’s skin, and a strand of blood oozes out.

“You’re too late.” Yan Yuan sighed softly.

“If you could take him away…it would be good.”

“Unfortunately, you came too late…”

Yan Weiheng’s wrist that was holding the sword couldn’t stop shaking. completely disappear from this world. But he was not reconciled, not reconciled that this man died so easily.

“You obstructed me in every possible way to take him away and tortured him to death. Yan Yuan, you have come to this point, do you regret it?”

Yan Yuan’s out-of-focus eyes misted with water: “Regret… I regret it.”

“What’s the use… Regret is the most useless.” He said, slowly turning his head to look at Yan Weiheng, and smiled. “It’s you, who coveted this throne in the past, and now you finally get it, you can live happily in the future.”

Yan Weiheng gritted his teeth: “I never coveted your throne, you forced me.”

“I gained power, Only then can you protect the people you want to protect.”

“Really.” Yan Yuan didn’t care about those who didn’t. In fact, he already knew about Yan Weiheng’s collusion with the prime minister. Although most of the officials in the DPRK defected, there were still so many. A loyal and unchanging subject loyal to him, such as General Chen who holds military power.

If General Chen was notified in time to transfer troops from the northwest, Yan Weiheng might not be able to win.

But he didn’t.

Knowing that his time is short, it is meaningless to occupy the throne, the palace is too cold, and he does not want Azhi to live alone in a high wall facing the world, so he decides to send him to be raised by Hua Niang.

At the age of two, Azhi could transform into a dragon like Xuanlong. The palace should not imprison him, and the vast world outside should be his home.

Looking at the royal heirs, those princes who are stationed in the fiefs are either brave or reckless, and do not have the ability to control the world. Although Yan Weiheng is ambitious, he has to say that he has the ability to sit on the throne.

So Yan Yuan put him into the imperial city.

“Yes.” Yan Weiheng’s dark eyes stared at Yan Yuan without escaping.

From the beginning to the present, Yan Weiheng seems to have no reason to lie to him. There may be misunderstandings, but it is not important. The important thing is that soon, he will be able to find his Apo.

Yan Yuan’s hand weakly reached up to the tip of Yan Weiheng’s sword and grabbed it.

“The throne can be given to you, but Abo can’t.”

“Yan Weiheng… At this point, you can never win against me.”

“He can only be mine…”

Yan Yuan smiled leisurely, in Yan Weiheng Before Heng could react, he grabbed the blade and pressed it down, his upper body was slightly raised, and his neck slashed hard on the sharp blade, and blood spattered in an instant.

Yan Yuan’s body fell back on the bed, blood gushing out from the wound several inches long on her neck, soaking her clothes and the bedding under her body, making her face paler than the wall.

He closed his eyes and lost his breath.

A few drops of blood splattered on Yan Weiheng’s face, he was stunned, and when he reacted, he threw the long sword, grabbed Yanyuan’s collar with both hands and dragged it to his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, and he said word by word: “Why are you? How could it be so easy to die?”

“You should endure all the humiliation he suffered and die again…”

Finally avenged Xuanlong, but Yan Weiheng was not as happy as he imagined, he felt endless emptiness and loneliness. The condition for borrowing troops from the enemy country is to marry the emperor’s favorite little prince as the queen. After ascending the throne, Yan Weiheng became a relative and had an empress. However, he never forgot the mysterious dragon that once entered his dream every night.

…

above the nine heavens, fairies wearing gauze skirts of various colors pass by the side of the Yaochi surrounded by immortal energy, some holding fairy peaches in their hands, some cakes, and some fish meat.

Next to the jade pillar by the Jade Pond, Xian’e wearing a pink gauze dress smiled happily and waved to the fairies carrying food.

“Hurry up, the Emperor of Heaven returns from the mortal world today, and he will be reset soon. Everyone has a quicker hands and feet, and prepares everything before the Emperor of Heaven returns.”

[End of This Chapter]