yan yi's eyes were full of blood, staring at the person on the torture rack, and said softly: "tell yuan, how you treated him, and spare your wife and daughter from death." "
where did the jailer think that violating a prisoner of the rank would bring him ruin, let alone succeed at all. he begged for forgiveness dying.
"i don't dare to do it anymore... the emperor spares his life..."
"around the life..."
yan yi took the fire tongs handed by the prison officer, pressed the red triangular head on the jailer's chest, and the fire tongs burned the prisoner's clothes and stuck to the flesh, making a 'nourishing' sound, in exchange for the jailer's heart-rending screams.
the air smelled of burnt meat.
"say."
"what did you do to him?"
the swallow kites were surprisingly calm.
the tongs burned three or four times, and the jailer's chest was almost burned, and he passed out several times and was awakened by cold water. xu was aware that he was doomed, and he was finally willing to say it.
"the lowly man wanted to be happy with him... when he did not comply, he pulled out his fingernails and kicked him in the abdomen..."
the mouth of the heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible giant palm, slowly tightening, pinching until it was deformed, the more the corner of the yan iris listened, the redder the corner of the eye became, and the blood dripped out from under the sleeve robe and landed on the dusty ground.
"...... the emperor spared his life. "
"the emperor... spare your life..." the half-dead jailer was still begging for forgiveness.
the prison officer on his side saw the blood dripping from under yan yi's sleeve robe and hurriedly said, "emperor, you are injured..."
yan yi did not feel pain, he did not want to stay in this place any longer, turned around, and said dumbly: "pull out his nails, chop them up, feed the dogs." "
"yes..."
passing by the cell where xuan long had been held, yan yi stopped, and he looked sideways inside, hollow, pitch black, and nothing. the straw and bedding that xuan long had slept on were all cleaned up.
man cannot be resurrected from the dead.
the same goes for demons.
even if yan yi can't accept this fact, it must accept it.
he paused for a moment before continuing to walk out along the dimly lit corridor, the cold wind digging through the pores into his bare neck, causing a shudder.
yan yi remembered that xuan long was afraid of cold, and he had always thought that xuan long liked water, so he was not afraid of cold.
it turned out that there were many, many things he did not know.
it wasn't that the dragon wouldn't tell him, it was that he had never given him a chance to speak up.
xuan long didn't say much when he suffered here, and he wouldn't tell him if he was wronged by others, because the person who caused such a situation and made him fall into a catastrophe was him, it was he yan yi himself.
when he came out of the iron gate of the heavenly prison, the warm light outside stung yan yi's eyes, and he was about to fall down when he stumbled under his feet, chen yan hurriedly reached out to support him: "emperor..."
yan yi let chen yan help him, and walked forward in front of the sunlight, unable to understand how there could be such a strong sun in the middle of winter, let alone why his heart was so cold.
"chen yan..."
"eh, emperor, the slave is here." chen yan's voice returned.
yan yi's pale lips moved slightly: "the most stingy..."
"the most stingy..."
"...... he was so petty that he refused to give him half a bit of goodness, refused to let him taste half a bit of comfort, and when he got tired, he left..."
"never come back..."
since xuan long left, yan yi had become even more ill, and the stubborn disease of the headache would roll over and over on the bed, and when the pain was extreme, he would also bump his forehead against the hard object, and the palace people could not hold back.
it is easy to be quiet, and when you fall asleep, you will dream, and your mouth will constantly call the name of xuanlong, sometimes smirking, sometimes crying and drooling, begging the other party not to go.
the liquor could no longer suppress yan yi's head disease, and in just ten days, he had lost a circle, and chen yan looked at yan yi at this time and found that his sideburns had a few more silver wires.
chinese new year's eve is approaching, and yan iris is only 20 years old after the end of the year.
chen yan didn't understand why his remorse was born, because of guilt? if there was guilt, when xuan long was alive, he should not be in such a desolate situation.
in the end, he did not know love, arrogant and willful, and thought that everyone in the world would always revolve around him.
"it's not coming back."
"emperor, there are some things, some things, that cannot be regretted." chen yan looked at the sky in the distance, the cage built by the vermilion high wall blocked the outside world, and the departure of xuan long was a good thing for him.
at least he was free.
"but chen yan, i regret it..." yan yi was already crying between his words, and his face was covered with tears. i regret it..."
chen yan sighed, "the deceased is gone, the emperor should look at the people around him." "
"you haven't seen the empress since she woke up, so you're going to go to his place for dinner today?"
it's all for ning zhiyu.
regardless of his safety, he sneaked into the thousand-year-old pond, tricked the stupid dragon with a simple heart back into the palace, coaxed him to pull out the sparkle, and forced him to hand over neidan, all for the sake of ning zhiyu and to save the life of his sweetheart.
now that his purpose had finally succeeded, ning zhiyu had won the dragon heart, and after that, he could live a long life of one hundred years and grow old with him.
the flower girl is right, what else is he not satisfied with?
he should pardon the whole world, rejoice with the whole country, and ask the people of the entire great dynasty to experience this joy together, but in fact, the longer xuan long left, the more empty the whole person of yan yi became. his soul seemed to have left with the other.
he never even thought of ning zhiyu in his leisure time, because he always had a headache, and the more he thought about xuan long, the more he would hurt, and the pain was so painful that he had to use wine to numb himself, and in the long run, a vicious circle.
he repeated that dream, dreaming of xuan long lying in his arms, smiling at the corners of his lips, dying.
"don't cry... the scars left by the burning of karma will be engraved on the soul, and the reincarnation will be carried, and when i fall into the cycle of reincarnation, you will come to find me..."
"when you see me, you recognize me at a glance..."
yan yi gradually determined that he should have recognized the wrong person.
otherwise, how could he and xuan long be so affectionate in their dreams, even the details were clear, otherwise how could the pain of losing his lover be so unforgettable, so that every time he tasted it, his liver and intestines were broken...
and he had never dreamed of ning zhiyu.
yan yi didn't want to see him much, he knew that ning zhiyu was innocent, and it was he who personally blocked xuan long's retreat and made him fall into the abyss.
but that didn't prevent him from remembering more clearly how he had bullied, cajoled, and tortured xuan long along the way when he saw ning zhiyu.
he was deliberately evasive.
even for a long time, yan yi did not dare to enter the side hall where xuan long lived, there were too many memories, most of them were bad memories.
xuan long gave him everything, but he never gave him even a little warmth, no wonder at the last moment, he lay in his arms and kept shouting cold.
the flower girl was released from the palace by the swallow kite, and the child stayed. the child who had been shouted at by him was the only thought that xuan long had left for him.
it was xuan long who was born desperately.
yan yi didn't understand why her former self had such an emotion of rejection and disgust, and it was clear that their children were born so pleasing, with the same green pupils and dragon horns as xuan long, and their white little faces were soft and cute.
personality is really in the swaddling with xuan long, he almost does not cry, only when he is extremely hungry did he collapse his mouth and cry a grievance or two, yan iris raised him in his own palace, and has not yet named him.
he had promised xuan long that he should go through the classics and think of the most appropriate one, but whenever he saw the child's eyes that were similar to xuan long's, he always cried.
when i start crying, i can't think of anything.
the streets and alleys were plastered with notices, which were ordered by the emperor himself to search the whole country for monks, and the role of this monk was not to exorcise demons, but to save demons.
whoever can save the soulless xuanlong will be promoted to a knighthood and rewarded with a million taels of gold, or as long as there is a capable person to speak, no matter what the request, the emperor will meet.
as long as xuan long can come back.
everyone said the bird was crazy.
only yan yi himself knew that he was not crazy, he was soberly doing what he should do the most, and if the dragon did not come back, he would go crazy.
on the 20th day of xuan long's departure, he could not bear it any longer and stepped into the side hall of the qiankun palace. he missed him so much, his breath, his embrace, his clumsily following his own instructions in a vain attempt to please him, the way he pursed his lips when he was angry, but it was all gone.
even the breath that belonged to xuan long in the air was not even a little bit, and the only thing that could make yan iris worth borrowing was that the decorations of the partial hall were still the same as before, and the mattress where xuan long had slept was still laid out there.
brocade blue futons, soft pillows of the same color, neatly laid out on the bed. he didn't like to be too far away from xuan long, even if he was in bed, he had to stick to the dragon to sleep afterwards, and the two of them had been sharing a pillow.
yan yi buried herself in the soft bed, grabbed the quilt that xuan long had covered and sniffed hard between her noses, faintly as if she could smell a clear cold fragrance, very faint and faint, and could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality.
he sucked the pleasant smell like an addict who had swallowed the poppy, but there was only bitterness and pain in his heart, and he bit his hand and cried, obsessively calling.
"apo..."
"apo..."
after sleeping drowsily all night, yan yi was awakened by the torture of a headache, and after he came here, he was reluctant to leave, and asked someone to pass on breakfast. there were very few fond memories between him and xuan long, and they had not even eaten a few meals together, and they always seemed to be arguing.
no, no, to be precise, it was yan yi's unilateral attack, xuan long did not hand over neidan, he would turn his face. the dragon didn't talk much, he wouldn't argue with him, and no matter how ugly his words were, he didn't say a word when he listened.
the palace mermaid rushed in and put the exquisite breakfast on the table, and when a soft peach cake appeared in the line of sight, yan iris was stunned. he had used this pastry to coax xuan long and coax him to hand over tonyn.
the bird sat at the table, her hands hanging on her legs tightened.
"suddenly i'm not hungry... all withdrawn. "
chen yan next to him stepped forward: "emperor, this... you might as well use it."
yan yi refused, chen yan waved his hand and asked the palace people to withdraw the breakfast that had just been served, and retreated with the palace people, leaving yan yi alone in the house.
when it was quiet, the bone-thirsty thoughts became more and more like shadows, and yan yi got up and walked to the inner chamber, and his palm stroked the bronze mirror used by xuan long, the dressing table, and there was also a silver hairpin that he had given to xuan long, xuan long did not want it, he insisted on staying.
in the wardrobe were xuan long's clothes.
everything is fine.
only the owners of these things are gone.
as he was about to close the cabinet door, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be hidden under the stack of dark robes, and yan yi lifted the robe to reveal a brown wooden box.
when i opened it, there were more than ten wooden people inside, similar in size, all carved with the same person, wearing a dragon robe and wearing an imperial crown. some are rougher, some are delicate, and carefully painted.