the man on the bed really looked like a breeze as described in the mouth of the palace maid, but he looked too weak and pale, and when he saw that he was even weak in speaking, he knew that he was terminally ill and that his life would soon be over.
yan yi treated him like a precious jade object, carefully holding it in his palm, and even speaking too loudly.
xuan long had thought that yan yi was already good enough for himself, so good that he couldn't help but enshrine those intentions as the most important things in his heart, but at the moment, compared to the man on the bed, those good things seemed very small.
yan yi would not be so patient with him, and always got angry without saying a few words.
it turned out that yan yi was not just a child's heart, but his gentleness was all given to others, and naturally there would be no room for him to share it with him.
being able to pretend to squeeze out a little bit and act with him is already very reluctant.
ning zhiyu had served the dragon scales, and there was a dragon's breath in his body, and it didn't take long for xuan long to realize that the dragon's breath belonged to him.
what a terminally ill friend... where there are terminally ill friends, they are clearly a couple who love deeply.
xuan long hadn't cried for a long time, and when he was very young, he didn't like to cry very much, because his mother always beat him, and if he cried, he would beat him harder and harder. after putting up with it a lot, i got used to it, and no amount of blood could be silent.
the most cruel time he cried was the day when he was driven out of the dragon clan by his mother-in-law,he cried so hard that he held his mother's leg and begged her not to drive himself away, he would obey, he would shrink into a corner she couldn't see without upsetting her.
on that day, the mother's heart was still fierce, and she had never been half distracted by him, and the little xuanlong, who had not yet arrived at a hundred years old, dragged his seriously injured body and left the dragon clan slowly.
in the nearly ten thousand years that followed, no matter what xuan long encountered, he never cried again.
what could be more painful than being hurt by a bloody relative?
there won't be.
until xuan long met yan yi. the terran laughed so beautifully, like a little sunlight coming through the cracks of the perennial mossy rocks, only a small beam, and every morning when he got up, he always felt that the world had changed.
he was happy to serve yan iris, willing to wash his dirty clothes, willing to go to the market for him to buy his favorite food, and he didn't feel troublesome to run several times a day, as long as yan iris felt happy.
as long as this person was happy, he was not even afraid to pluck the dragon scales off his body alive, and those pains were nothing compared to the weight of the swallow kites in his heart.
because this weak human race is the only creature that is willing to go near him in nearly ten thousand years. so he carefully cared for this hard-won relationship, lest this fragile delicate flower would inadvertently fail one day.
the love of the demon must be much more difficult than ordinary feelings, he loves it, and what does it matter to let that person everywhere, except for his life, he is very willing to take it out and give it to yan yi.
but he never thought... the good that yan yi treated him well was all fake.
don't...... from the beginning of the encounter, acquaintance, love, is it all premeditated...
the answer is clear.
the empress of yan iris was seriously ill and needed dragon scales to heal him, so he deliberately approached him, deceived his trust, and made him willing to hand over the dragon scales.
the words of the medical saint and the fox demon were especially in his ears, and xuan long knew that he should go, but his body seemed to have been cast by someone, and his feet had taken root, and he could not move.
ten thousand years have not shed tears, at this moment suddenly felt some heat in the eyes, dazed looking at the scene of the two people in front of them ear grinding, strange colic in the heart.
he had thought that yan yi was the person who would be soft on him, but it turned out that this was not the case, yan yi's gentleness was given to others, and the soft heart naturally belonged to others.
if it weren't for the man named 'ayu' in the bed, yan yu would not have approached him, and they might not have intersected in their lives.
it's all fake.
the warmth and love of the past were all exchanged for dragon scales by him.
he was still intoxicated, secretly rejoicing like a fool...
the two men on the bed were unaware of xuan long's appearance.
at this time, yan yi was worried about xuan long in his heart, thinking how the dragon had not returned after so many days, the previous dragon scales had been taken a few days ago, without the dragon scales as a medicinal introduction, the prescription was useless, and there was no use at all.
ning zhiyu's body was getting worse and worse, before he said that he wanted to take him to the royal garden, now it was difficult to even get out of bed and take two steps, yan yi was anxious, and his fingertips were soft and soft through ning zhiyu's forehead like ink broken hair, coaxing.
"ayu wait, soon, soon those people will find medicine to bring back."
"it won't make you okay, you believe it."
"hmm." ning zhiyu nodded and looked at yan yi. "what kind of medicine is so precious?"
seeing that his cheeks were emaciated, pale as snow, and his heart was dull and painful, yan yi shook ning zhiyu's hand and said softly, "didn't you tell you before, it is a very rare herb, there is no one in the palace, you can only go to the edge of the steep cliff to find it." "
"hmm." ning zhiyu had doubts in his heart, thinking that he was hiding something, but yan yi didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask questions, and smiled weakly: "you see me, i've been sick for too long, and even my brain is not very bright, ah yi mo should hate me." "
yan yi followed with a smile and gently pinched ning zhiyu's cheek: "how can you dislike you, baby you are still too late." "
ning zhiyu lifted the bones of his hand around yan iris's neck, pulled yan iris closer to himself, raised his head and kissed him on the lips, and his dark eyes fixed on him and whispered.
"after ah yi had to accept me, my body was not forbidden, and as a man, i could not have children, and you were with me, which was a great loss."
yan yi's arm was propped up on ning zhiyu's side, and he raised his hand to stroke his eyebrows: "where did this come from?" "
ning zhiyu hesitated, "as an emperor, there are no heirs, and the courtiers must not..."
yan yi raised his hand and blocked ning zhiyu's white lips with his index finger: "shh." "
ning zhiyu suddenly silenced his voice.
yan yi's hand turned to touch his cheek, and he looked serious: "don't mention these things again." "
"it is enough for you to have you, what do you want your heirs to do, and when the time is ripe, you will choose a suitable royal descendant from the side branches of the royal family to be the kings."
"if you can have children, you will rejoice in your own life, but it doesn't matter if you can't." the children born next to them don't want to look at them. "
ning zhiyu did not speak for a long time.
yan yi looked at his appearance and smiled, "what? want to be moved to cry? "
"silly ayu, if you are in love, you will naturally have to pour out your heart and lungs to treat you."
"i am afraid that ah zhi will regret it in the future, where do i have you think so well, i ning zhi yu he de he can, where is worthy of your imperial dignity, so treat me like this..." ning zhi yu circled yan yi's neck and said dumbly.
"if you say it's worth it, you're worth it." yan iris leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
in the past life, ning zhiyu died tragically in his arms, and he didn't know why yan yi died, but his intuition was for himself. that being the case, in this life he would be exchanged to protect him and cherish him.
not far away, xuan long looked at yan yi and smiled, seeing that he was so happy when he stayed with the man, he should be happy.
but this was not the case, and the sadness that surged between his chests almost overwhelmed him.
self-abuse generally stands in place, that big dream, after all, slowly woke up...
ning zhiyu used to love to read poetry and classics the most, but now that he was sick, he rarely read even books, so yan yi sat on the side of the bed and read them to him, coaxing him to sleep.
this is what yan yi and ning zhiyu used to do, it is naturally much more meticulous to do than to deal with xuan long, the two have talked and laughed, it is very chatty, ning zhiyu is after all a prince of the prime minister, although he is not favored, but he has been taught by mr. huang, there is no lack of literary talent. not like xuan long, not even ordinary, it seems lackluster.
for yan yi, his rare use is to vent his desires, or to be a fresh medicinal guide.
before falling asleep, ning zhiyu threw up blood in an earth-shattering way, soiled the bed, yan yi's heartache was placed on the surface, the circles of his eyes were red, the palace people were busy coming in and out, bringing hot water to help ning zhiyu clean up the blood stains, and tossing and changing the clean mattress, the scene was chaotic.
there is a difference between living beings and beings, and xuan long has known this since he was a child.
for example, his mother hated him, but loved his brothers and sisters.
for example, at this time, yan iris was very distressed about the man, and he had pulled out so many scales and shed a lot of blood, and he didn't see how much yan iris cared.
it's different after all.
after ning zhiyu fell asleep, yan yizhao chen yan came in, groped out a piece of ink-colored dragon scale glowing with silver light from his sleeve, and handed it to him:
"you go and grind this dragon scale into powder and add it to ayu's prescription, boil it well, and send it."
"be careful, the last piece, if you mess up, you are the only one who asks."
it was the reverse scale of the dragon.
the moon-white scales wore a dark green woven rope, which was very beautiful, and it was a promise from xuan long to yan yi, but for yan yi, that thing should have no meaning, otherwise he would not hesitate when he handed out the dragon scales, and there was not even half an expression on his face.
in xuan long's dim green eyes, the only bit of light that remained faded with chen yan's departure.
he felt the iris jade pendant from his chest and gently rubbed it in his palm, which was sent to him by yan iris, and he said that after receiving this promise of love, he would not change his heart for the rest of his life, and he had never changed his heart.
but did yan yi ever have a little sincerity towards him?
xuan long felt that he should perhaps be as cruel as yan yi and smash this ridiculous love jade pendant to the ground, and the relationship between the two would end, or he would appear in shape and confront yan yi face to face, asking him why he had to deceive himself.
however, remembering all the things in the past, remembering the moments of warmth that yan yi had given him before, xuan long could not do this after all, and he was not a character who would be hysterical and noisy, the jade pendant was pinched in the palm of his hand, and he left the luan feng hall as quietly and silently as when he came.
when he looked up, there were tears in his cold green eyes.
fortunately, no one saw it, and his wishful thinking would not seem too ridiculous.