the dragon scales were incomparably hard, and the knife was constantly cut, only to cut the blade against the gap where the dragon scales grew, and pull it out along with the flesh.
according to what xuan long said, the tip of the knife was aimed at the dragon scales on xuan long's back, and the moment the blade entered the flesh, xuan long's body tensed up, and the cold incense of blood flowed down the blade and landed between the white and tender fingers of the small felt holding the dagger.
"cold... han gongzi... bleeding..."
xuan long's forehead oozed cold sweat and he said dumbly, "hmm. "
"go ahead."
xiao felt had thought that this dragon scale was like cutting a nail, after all, xuan long said so lightly, who knew that it would bleed. pulling dragon scales is clearly like pulling out fingernails, if this full back of dragon scales are pulled out, can they still live?
he cried and said with a sad face.
"slaves, slaves don't dare..."
"if the emperor knew about it, he would have killed the slaves."
xuan long was feverish when he got up in the morning, his body was weak and weak, and he stood on the side of the bed for so long, he couldn't hold on, and he only hoped that the little eunuch would move quickly.
"no, it won't."
"he said he wanted it."
"you hurry up... i'm a little tired. "
why did the emperor pluck so many dragon scales, even if it was to save the queen, he didn't have to pull out so much at once... the little felt man blushed and shook his hand to re-enter the knife.
"han gongzi, if you can't stand it, just say it, the slave is lighter..."
he all began to talk nonsense, the knife had gone down, where it was still heavy and heavy, xuan long was in a blur of pain, and he followed suit.
"hmm."
the dragon scales fell piece by piece, gradually filling the small black lacquered wooden boxes prepared in advance, which used to be packed in palm-sized wooden boxes, and this time they wanted a hundred pieces, and they were to use larger ones.
the dragon scales that protected xuan long's waist had been plucked out, and the skin that lacked scales was directly exposed to tender red flesh, and the blood flowed endlessly through xuan long's profane pants, dripping down the hem of his pants, and accumulating on the ground.
xuan long was originally standing, and when he got to the back, he couldn't help but kneel down in the pool of blood on the ground, he didn't make much noise the whole time, only breathed heavily, lying on the edge of the bed, very low and very low.
"how many more..."
the little felt was full of blood like an executioner, crying with tears on his face: "han gongzi, only forty pieces have been pulled out." "
"forget it... that should be enough..."
xuan long's cheek rested on his forearm, xu was bleeding a lot, he was a little cold, and he wanted to sleep more and more, and urged faintly.
"...... hurry up, i can still hold on. "
"cold boy..." the little felt man cried and convulsed.
when the hundred pieces of dragon scales were pulled out, xuan long was still conscious, and he asked xiao felt to find some gauze, and wrapped his back around him, and the gauze was wrapped layer by layer, but it did not take long to be soaked by the warm liquid, and one by one the dazzling begonia flowers were combined into one piece, filling the entire thin back.
xiao felt said that he was going to find a doctor, but was stopped by xuan long, and it was useless to go. xuan long climbed into bed by himself, and when he touched the pillow, he was about to sleep, and xiao felt asked him if he wanted to eat breakfast, and xuan long said that he was not hungry.
受了那么重的伤，哪里吃得下东西。
originally, she could still sleep on her stomach, but now that she was pregnant with a child, her belly was big, and she couldn't lie down, xuan long was lying on her back on the bed, and the bright yellow mattress under her body opened up dark red.
xiao felt had been in the palace for so many years, and had seen some palace eunuchs who had made mistakes and been beaten to death by stick fights, but he had never once felt so heart-wrenching, he had privately heard chen yan talk about the encounters between xuan long and yan yi, and at this time he became more and more sad, holding xuan long's pale wrist and shaking it slightly.
"han gongzi, don't scare the slaves, don't sleep..."
when the pain is numb, there is nothing to feel, just very tired, very tired, very want to just not wake up, leave all those difficult and painful things in the world, and leave easily.
but now, it's not the right time.
xuan long's eyes narrowed deeply, and his lips barely moved when he spoke: "rest assured... i'm not going to die..."
at least before the birth of the child, before sending quercus out of the palace safely... no.
yan yi went back to the qiankun palace, his face was as smelly as when he left, as if someone owed him hundreds of cities, and just as he was about to enter the door, the little eunuch came out of the door, knelt in front of him to block his way, and said in a dumb voice.
"slaves see the emperor, long live the emperor."
yan yi glanced down at him and said coldly, "get up." "
the little felt took out a black lacquered wooden box from behind him with red eyes, hung his head, raised it above his head, and handed the box to yan yi.
"emperor, prince han asked the slaves to hand over this thing to you."
chen yan stepped forward to take the wooden box and presented it to yan yi with both hands, and yan yan lifted the lid with chen yan's hand to take a look, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
a strong cold fragrance permeated the box, and the ink-colored dragon scales were piled up in a mess of wooden boxes, and most of the dragon scales were still connected to the roots of the jagged flesh and blood.
in the past, when xuan long handed over the dragon scales to yan yi, they were all clean and neat, but now that he had lost all his deeds, he no longer had the ability to clean up the dragon scales with a spell, so the bloody scales looked extremely shocking.
yan yi was so quick with his tongue that he didn't expect xuan long to really pull out a hundred dragon scales in a row, and fang cai's anger was replaced by uneasiness when he braked, yan yi remembered xuan long's appearance with a big belly, and bypassed the small felt to enter the door.
the little felt did not know where the courage came from, and immediately moved his body to block him.
"the emperor... han gongzi, said he didn't want to see you. "
yan iris's face darkened: "what are you talking about?" "
xiao felt's eyes were sour: "han gongzi said... he doesn't want to see you, and tells you not to come to him if you have anything important in the future, you already have a queen, and some things are inappropriate after all. "
"han gongzi also said... the dragon scales have been handed over to you, please keep your promise. "
yan yi sneered and nodded, "don't want to see yuan? good, good, good, good..."
"i don't want to see him, but it's not rare for him to be rare."
"if it wasn't for ayu, i wouldn't have bothered to look at him, such a lowly demon, given a few colors, now i would have opened a dye shop to kick my nose and face."
yan yi turned and left, and chen yan trotted to keep up.
"emperor, don't be angry..."
"go to the luan feng temple!"
anyway, the dragon scales had arrived, and he didn't bother to coax him.
i really take myself seriously.
when the footsteps were far away, the little felt raised his red eyes, and he got up and entered the temple door in a hurry.
when xuan long was awake, he was quiet, even more asleep, his breathing was so weak that he seemed to be about to lose his breath, and the little felt was crying by the bed, afraid that when this person would quietly leave, then he would be in big trouble.
but xuan long begged him like that, telling him to keep the emperor out of the door, saying that he didn't want him to see his undignified appearance.
after all this, what else do you want to be decent, it is clear that he is discouraged and does not want to see him again.
if xuan long died like this, it might be a good thing, at least before he died, he didn't see the person who hurt him so much, he walked quietly and peacefully.
yan yi turned over the palace wall path, and saw that he was at the gate of the luan feng palace, and a man with a gloomy face appeared at the opposite intersection, it was yan weiheng. he was not wearing a python robe today, wearing a narrow-sleeved black robe that penetrated through a martial general, followed by a deputy general.
although there is some similarity between the eyebrows of the two brothers, the appearance and temperament are very different, yan weiheng's every move is cold, the black eyes are narrow and long, and the heart is deep.
yan iris peach blossom eyes are gentle as water, coupled with thick eyelashes, if you laugh, then even the demon will be fascinated, now he is in a tyrannical mood, the aura has sunk, and yan weiheng is a little similar.
yan yi coldly suppressed his glance, and when he didn't see it, he turned around and was about to enter the gate of the luan feng palace.
yan weiheng: "the emperor stays." "
yan yi stopped, and yan weiheng hurried over and knelt down on one knee behind him to salute. yan yi did not tell him to get up, he knelt down, raised his head to look at the back of yan yi, and opened his mouth faintly.
"one day has passed."
yan yi turned around with a sneer, "as i said, you don't think about it." "
"a million soldiers have the power to exchange for a forbidden sword, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in hand, sit back and relax, the emperor, what reason is there to refuse?" yan weiheng's eyes were dark.
"the power of a million soldiers is the glory bestowed upon you by the fallen, and the tens of millions of people are all the people of the fallen, and if the people do not agree, do you really want to rebel or not?" the corners of yan iris's mouth smirked and opened his mouth slowly.
"yan weiheng, don't forget, everything you have now is given to you. empress heng is still in the palace, thinking of the grace of nurturing, and will not treat her badly, but if you dare to have a mind that you should not have, it is difficult to guarantee that you will do something that you will regret. "
yan weiheng's hands hanging at his side slowly tightened.
when yan yi turned to enter the door, he heard a question behind him with some strong emotion.
"you don't care about him at all... why imprison him. "
yan yu laughed coldly, "this is not something you should take care of." "
after a long time, the deputy general behind him stood up and pulled yan weiheng's sleeve: "wang ye... let's go. "
three days passed in a flash.
in the afternoon, yan yi summoned several ministers in the imperial study to discuss state affairs, and after the end, he simply handled today's recital in the imperial study, and prepared to wait for dark to return to the luan feng hall to accompany ning zhiyu for dinner.
however, he couldn't concentrate on things at all, and the rest of the time it was fine, and when he was alone, he always remembered what had happened a few days ago—xuan long dared to turn him away.
that was the first time.
yan yi thought about it and was furious, originally the next night he was going to summon xuan long to the luan feng hall after ning zhiyu fell asleep to vent his catharsis, but these days he endured not meeting the dragon, deliberately snubbing him, and did not put quercus back as agreed.
he wanted to see that xuan long's great ability was that he didn't see him, and in the end he didn't want to come to him and beg him.
who knew that there was no movement on the side of the qiankun palace for three days, and he did not ask anyone to inquire, after all, he was angry, and whoever could not sit still first would lose.
he wouldn't be the one who lost.
in this relationship, he has always been a winner.
it used to be, and it will be.
when the sun was sinking, chen yan came in from outside the palace with a cup of hot tea and gently placed it in yan yi's hand: "the emperor is tired all afternoon, drink a cup of tea and rest." "
yan yi took a sip of the cup, immediately frowned, and put down the cup: "it's too hot, pour the cup cold." "
in fact, the entrance temperature is just right, not lukewarm or hot, but he now urgently needs cold water to suppress the flames in his heart, otherwise the hot and dry mood will be unbearable.
in the night, yan yi finally finished handling today's things and got up and returned to his home. when he entered the door, the man was already sitting at the table waiting for him to have dinner, and there were sumptuous dishes on the table.
the candles flickered, the air was filled with strange incense, the atmosphere was beautiful, the man sat with his back to yan yi, he took a xuan robe, long hair was scattered behind him, because xuan long had lost a lot of weight in recent months, from behind, it was very similar to ning zhiyu.
yan yi was momentarily in a trance, and some doubted that he had gone to the wrong place, until the man heard the footsteps and turned back, revealing zhang suya's clear face.
"ah yi, here you are."
yan yi smiled, "why did you suddenly wear xuan yi today?"