yan yu gritted his teeth and finished speaking, raised his hand and slapped xuanlong's cheek again, making a loud 'popping' sound, xuanlong's body shook, if it were not for the two guards holding him left and right, i am afraid that he would immediately fall.
xuan long's pale cheeks left five clear finger prints, the blood on the corners of his lips fell to his jaw, and the undecided dust filled the air, extremely quiet.
no one knew how much pain he had.
the man did not cry, nor did he make trouble, he was always quiet, as if he could not feel anything.
yan yi pinched xuan long's jaw and forced him to turn his face, his eyes widening: "you trampled yuan's mind like a weed on the bottom of your feet, and you betrayed yuan..."
"you slut..."
a few days ago, he also consulted with xuan long to give birth to a child in his womb, and secretly even turned over many poetry collections, hoping to give the child a nice name. who knows, in the blink of an eye, xuan long actually eloped with someone.
tell him how not to get angry.
yan yi was so angry that he was eager to destroy this inch of heaven and earth.
xuan long was forced to raise his head, his eyelashes hanging low, and did not look at him.
what bothered yan yi the most was xuan long's appearance of dying, and the fierce spirit around him was so strong that he couldn't hold it down at all. yan weiheng was shackled by the yulin army and his hands were locked, and his eyes were bloodshot red as he looked at this side, word by word.
"yan yi, he has your heirs in his womb, and you must not deceive people too much."
yan yi heard the words, looked down at xuan long's towering abdomen, fixed his gaze on the place where his breathing fluctuated slightly, and narrowed his eyes.
"my heirs?"
"as my heir, what are you so nervous about..."
"this child, it can't be mine at all, right?" ......"
yan yi, in a posture of pinching xuan long's neck, approached xuan long's ear and whispered, "tell xuan yue, where have you gone, this child... who the hell is it... well? "
xuan long's heat did not recede, and his voice was as low as if it had been burned by fire: "not yours..."
the hand between his necks suddenly tightened, and yan iris's forehead almost collided with xuan long's forehead, staring into his eyes: "what are you talking about?!" "
xuan long's green eyes half-closed, and he murmured back, "... not yours. "
"not yours..."
the green tendons of the forehead of the swallow bird burst out, almost biting off the back teeth: "people can do their best... sure enough, you are not as good as the most lowly prostitute in the qinglou..."
xuan long couldn't quite hear what he was saying, and the two slaps made his ears become less bright, and he could only vaguely catch a few words, such as 'animals' and 'inferior', all of which were humiliating words.
i'm used to it.
more painful things have been felt, this little fight, not at all.
"go back to the palace!"
"yan weiheng entered the palace without permission, with the intention of misdeeds, and immediately went to heavenly prison after returning!"
with a single command, the team regrouped.
when he came, he came on horseback, xuan long's body now, obviously could not sit on the horse, yan iris dragged him to the gray carriage, xuan long did not take a few steps before he fell to the ground, yan iris looked at him coldly, and insisted that he climb up on his own.
yan weiheng was shackled and shackled in shame, and he turned his head to look at the scene in front of him.
"yan yi, you should not regret what you did today."
yan yi looked up and sneered, "i have never regretted what i did." "
"the only regret is to leave you a dog's life, so that your wolf ambition has nowhere to go."
yan weiheng closed his eyes and turned back, unable to bear to look again.
"there is innocence between the subject and him."
"the minister wants to take him away, but it is only because the dragon scales on his body can cure the wounds of the deputy general in the army, and he also asks the emperor not to misunderstand."
"oh?" yan yi smiled playfully, crouched down, and whispered to the man on the ground.
"do you hear me... that's all you need..."
"no one will really treat you..."
xuan long lowered his head, his long hair covered his cheeks, and did not speak, not knowing whether he listened to it or did not listen to it. seeing that he was really useless and could not even stand up, yan yi compassionately picked him up and jumped into the carriage.
xiao felt followed along, and called out in a dumb voice, "emperor..."
before entering the carriage, yan yi looked at xiao felt and smiled, "you have done a good job, and when you return to the palace, you will definitely be rewarded." "
the little felt fell to his knees in horror, and did not dare to look at him, and his eyes were red.
"see..." yan yu sat down on the cushion with xuan long in his arms, and said behind his ear. even that little eunuch betrayed you. "
the man in his arms was like a wooden man, and there was no reaction at all, and yan iris was not annoyed, and in the posture of embracing him, he probed his hand through the hem of xuan long's robe.
the gray robe on his body was already loose, and it was easy to make trouble, and two powerful hands gently moved on xuan long's body, one stopping at the towering abdomen and the other around the mouth of the heart.
"you are so disobedient... how can i punish you? "
the carriage set off, not as hurried as when it left the palace, but not slowly, and the hooves flew between them, which well covered up the abnormal sounds in the carriage.
xuan long's clothes were not undone, the pants retreated to his ankles, and yan yi was also neatly dressed, he supported xuan long's hips from behind, without too much force, the bumps of the carriage could make the two of them closely connect, back to the deepest place.
the two men's scattered strands of hair were intertwined, inseparable, xuan long's body was so hot that yan iris was obsessed, and also made yan iris hate, he deliberately tightened the man's towering abdomen, xuan long 'snorted' in pain, and bowed his head to break his hand.
yan yi did not loosen his strength in the slightest, and sneered, "pain? "
"you know the pain too?"
"you know, and you dare to betray me..."
before today, yan yi could still be sure that this child was his own, and he was still very happy to see xuan long protecting the child like that.
after today, he was not sure... yan weiheng said that he and xuan long were innocent, so they were really innocent?
who knows if they're living on their own backs.
who knows if the child i had been looking forward to would be the only one that xuan long had to do with others...
xuan long soon lost his strength, like the fish on the felt board, he was paralyzed on yan iris's body, the hand holding yan iris's arm gradually loosened, his breath was weak, and a trickle of blood flowed between his naked legs.
yan yi bit down on the back of his neck through the clothes, as if he wanted to drop the child like this, xuan long's ice-green eyes were empty, and he didn't see half a light.
maybe it's just like that, or maybe.
then i can meet mistle...
they want to find a deserted valley, build a simple hut, mistle, baby, and him, and the three of them live together...
they want to find a deserted valley, build a simple hut...
the overly hot touch finally pulled back yan yi's sanity, and he looked down to see that xuanlong's body was already a bloody patch, staining both of their bodies, and his heart was a little flustered.
"apo..."
xuan long closed his eyes and did not answer.
yan yi changed his posture and hugged him sideways, and xuan long turned his face sideways with the inertia of the bumps of the carriage and horse, and he was already unconscious.
"damn..."
if the child could really fall like this, it would be fine, but hua jing had said before that if the child was gone, xuan long's body would not be able to bear it, and he would die.
"come on people!!"
"speed back to the palace!!"
"li bei, hurry up and whip, go to the city and ask hua jing to come!"
"yes."
yan yi tortured xuan long again, and in the end he was reluctant to let xuan long die. he didn't understand where his paranoid possessiveness came from, as long as he touched xuanlong's matter, it was extremely easy to lose his mind and become violent and cold, but he couldn't control himself.
all he knew was that he would imprison the dragon by his side and not tell him to go anywhere.
for the sake of ning zhiyu, but also for himself.
li bei quickly rode away with a whip, much faster than the carriages of these thousands of imperial forest troops and yan yi, and when yan yi returned to the palace, hua jing was already waiting in the qiankun palace.
yan yi held xuan long and put him on the bed, watching the flower essence heal him as usual as before, this time xuan long was very unconscious, and the zhen ling needle entered the body without the slightest reaction.
when hua jing left, he wanted to stop talking, but in the end he didn't say anything. if she told yan yi that xuan long only had half a year left to live, yan yi saw that xuan long had no use value, and maybe she would immediately dig him out of his heart.
"kids... if you don't want it, after you are born, you can give it to me, and i can raise him to grow up. "anyway, one is raised, two are also raised, and she can have a companion with her sakura."
yan yi was full of attention to xuan long, and did not pay attention to the expression of hua jing, the child was born, xuan long must be raised by himself, and handed over to others to calculate something.
if it is his seed, everyone rejoices, and if it is not his, it should be born and drowned.
"you don't have to be nosy."
hua jing looked at his back and whispered, "will you want it..."
yan yi had no expression on his face and stared at xuan long without moving: "come, send her out of the palace." "
"he might... to die..."
the first three words are still relatively clear, and the last three words disappear into the throat, completely inaudible.
hua jing did not dare to say, if yan yi did not want xuan long to die, she would definitely ask her to save him, but where she saved him, she had a child, she did not dare to gamble.
whether you say it or not, xuan long will die.
it's only a matter of time.
hua jing turned away with tears in her eyes.
they are just beings among all sentient beings who are not favored by god, and they still have no time to take care of themselves, where they still have the ability to take care of others.
xuan long had been in a coma for nearly twenty days, and when he woke up at noon, he found his hands locked by a pair of shackles, the shackles were separated, one left and one right shackles, with heavy chains attached, and at the end of the chain was a strong bed frame pillar.
although he was covered with a futon, he was not wearing any clothes.
this was yan iris's punishment, xuan long knew very well.
the little felt would come in every two hours to see, so he soon found him awake, and the little felt stood not far away, cautiously speaking.
"han gongzi, you are awake..."
xuan long slowly turned his head, looked at him, and then turned back and closed his eyes.
the little felt 'poof' knelt down and choked, "han gongzi... the slaves' families are all in chang'an, and if the slaves go with you, they won't be able to live..."
"the slave prostrates to you and asks the han prince for forgiveness..."
xuan long didn't want to talk to him much, and the people who were dead in their hearts didn't want to care about those who had it or not.
xiao felt saw that he did not care about himself, wiped his tears and went out, about to inform yan yi, and it was not long before yan yi came to the qiankun palace.
xuan long looked up quietly, as if he didn't hear footsteps, yan iris took the fish porridge from the tray in xiao felt's hand, scooped a small spoon, and fed it to xuan long's lips.
"open your mouth."
xuan long did not react.
"don't make this dead look to show you, you are obedient, you can still treat you better, let you go, otherwise you will be locked here for the rest of your life."