in the years before meeting xuan long, yan yi's chinese new year's eve night was spent with ning zhiyu, and after the palace feast, he would guard the age with ning zhiyu.
he was full of thought that it was his lover in his previous life, overturned everything to treat him well, even disregarded his own life, and took the life of xuan long, only to find that he loved the wrong person.
he was full of bitterness and hatred and had nowhere to vent, hating how he could recognize the wrong person, and his eyes were blinded by dog feces, ruining the lives of two people.
ning zhiyu was innocent after all, and on the day he was about to go to the basin, yan yi went to see him at the luan feng hall. the child was born, with two fiery red pupils, a demon and evil rays, and at a glance, he knew that he was not the heir of the human race.
the palace people present were frightened.
yan yi was very calm, not only was he not angry, but he felt relaxed and relieved in his heart. this is the case when he doesn't care about the other party, no matter what the other party does, it will not arouse his half emotions.
"ah iris... i'm sorry. "
"i betrayed you." with her long hair wet under her, ning zhiyu lay weakly on the bed, with a light smile and a calm look waiting to be disposed of.
his pale and emaciated face no longer aroused the pity of yan yi, and the love of the past dissipated like a passing wind.
without asking who the child was, yan yi was not interested at all, he calmly ordered, and when ning zhiyu's body was well raised, he went to the cold palace on his own.
as for the child, it can be left behind without execution.
his a-zhi was not a pure-blooded human, with green eyes and dragon horns similar to xuanlong, and there was no reason why he could not live without being a human.
even if the product of adultery was deserved to die, even the nine tribes were not excessive, and looking at the past feelings, he did not want to kill them all.
the most important reason was that he wanted to build some blessings for his children.
ah zhi is the name that yan yi gave to the child.
ah, ah, ah.
holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son.
that was his unfulfilled long-cherished wish in this life, his remembrance and remembrance of xuanlong, and his obsession with xuanlong. the existence of ah zhi is a proof that xuan long has come.
if there is a next life, he will seek him with this obsession, ask for his forgiveness, and start again with him.
the former favored empress will be beaten into the cold palace, and there will be a cry in the luanfeng palace, and yan yi will turn and walk outside, leaving those intercessive words behind.
as the protagonist, ning zhiyu was as calm as yan yi, and did not feel any sorrow for his fate, he felt two identical silver hairpins from under the pillow, and called him with a faint smile.
"awful."
yan yi stopped and turned his back on him without looking back.
today, they have nothing more to say.
ning zhiyu didn't mind that he didn't look at himself, the green white finger held the silver hairpin, and the tip of the other finger carefully caressed the not delicate cloud pattern of the hairpin tail.
"you see, this is the silver hairpin that i gave on the day of beggar's day."
"the first one was lost... you found the exact same root to give to me. listening to him say this, yan yi slowly turned around and looked at the man on the bed.
"the one that was lost later, i found it under the bed. when the palace people were cleaning, they accidentally got the hairpin from under the pillow to the bed slit. "
ning zhiyu smiled at yan yi, and the tail of his eyes was red.
"you have a heart."
"husband and wife, i have never regretted it."
yan yi stiffly walked over and looked at the two silver hairpins with the same lines in ning zhiyu's hand: "... which one was given to you later? "
ning zhiyu handed out the silver hairpin in his right hand, and yan yi raised his hand to gently take it, and his vision was blurred by the hot fog.
later, ning zhiyu also said something, yan yi did not pay attention to listen, he took the hairpin back to the qiankun palace, and did not say a word along the way.
you can imagine xuan long's mood when he bought this hairpin.
he must have seen something, saw that he had sent this hairpin to ning zhiyu, and then went to buy a root exactly the same.
that day of beggars, it was really lively... thinking about it now, i still feel lively, but looking around is a cold and cold piece, xuan long's state of mind at that time should be the same as his current situation.
he used xuan long's deep affection and unrepentance as a handle for ridicule, and imposed the stigma of stealing jealousy on him, even though he knew that the dragon actually wanted to secretly hide the heart that loved him so as not to be trampled by him.
he was so bad that he had to embarrass him, he had to crush his dignity.
yan iris looked up at the white sky.
it snowed again today.
it's cold.
......
luan feng temple.
"in half a month, the buddha-figure's flesh will be able to reappear in the human world, so why don't you really go with the buddha-figure?"
the palace people in the palace retreated, and from the birth of the child, ning zhiyu did not look at it, he lay on the bed, and his look was beyond sadness.
"don't go."
"you'd rather live in the cold palace than go with the buddha-figures?" the voice in my head became violent.
"this is my home." ning zhiyu said softly.
"you are really cruel... not even your own children want to look at it. "
ning zhiyu looked at the air above, "when i saw him, i thought of you and felt sick." "
this sentence successfully made the demon lord shut up.
after a while, ning zhiyu asked, "how to crack the demon." "
the demon lord's muffled voice implied a fierce spirit: "it cannot be cracked." "
ning zhiyu clutched the bedding on his body with both hands: "you said that the demon will not cause harm to his body, you lied to me..."
demon zun sneered, "yes, it is true that it will not cause harm." who told him to fall in love with xuan long again, empathize with himself and suffer from anti-addiction. "
"shouldn't you be happy?"
the head disease of the bird bird is getting worse and worse, and if it continues like this, i am afraid that i will die of illness alive. ning zhiyu gritted his teeth and said, "... you helped him unwind, and i'll go with you." "
"it's really a love that moves the heavens and the earth."
"buddha-figures will cry when they hear this."
......
three years later.
as the sun set in the west, the moon was in the treetops, and the little man sat alone on the steps outside the qiankun palace, his hands on his knees, staring up at the jade disc above.
he wore a small turquoise brocade robe, his face was tender, two short and thick black horns were born on the top of his head, and his green pupils reflected the moonlight, which was strange and beautiful.
a eunuch next to him ran over, bent over and asked, "little highness, what's wrong with you?" "
"big night, why did you sit here?" go in with the slaves, be careful of the cold..."
the little man was stunned and bowed his head, "father emperor is drunk again." "
as soon as the father was drunk, he would hold him and cry, and shout the name of his mother to him, and the crying was very hurtful.
he didn't want to make his father sad.
"this..." the eunuch hesitated for a moment and said. the little palace went down to persuade the emperor, telling him to drink less and drink more. "
"the emperor can't listen to the words of others, so he listens to his royal highness."
yan zhi whispered, "but when he sees me, he will be even more sad..." the little hand did not hesitate to pick the weeds that grew in the gap in the steps, looked up at the eunuch, and the corners of his eyes were red: "when will the mother come back?" does he not want ah zhi and the father emperor? ......"
eunuch: "yes, your royal highness is so cute, how can the empress dowager not want you, he just left for the time being." "
"when his royal highness grows up, he will come back."
after ning zhiyu was deposed, yan yi posthumously enfeoffed the new queen, and that new queen was the crown prince's biological mother, han bo.
everyone knew that the prince was born of an emperor and a dragon, and once upon a time the demon shouted evilly, and yan yu sent someone to ask the storytellers in the workshop to compile a book about xuan long sacrificing his life to save his life, which was hyped up every day in the brothel of the tea house, and the prince born of this demon became the reincarnation of the true dragon tianzi, and the green pupil and dragon horn were the best proof.
the process of the emperor and xuanlong knowing each other and loving each other and having children gradually became a good story. no one will laugh at ah zhi for being born different, he is hurt by the baby of yan iris, living innocently and happily in the palace, and the only trouble is that his mother and father are delayed in returning.
when the mother returns and their family is reunited, the father and emperor will not always shed tears, and he does not have to secretly hide in the bed to miss the mother, and he does not dare to let the father and emperor know.
"really? ......"
"na ah zhi should grow up faster."
the eunuch crouched down beside the little man, smiling with a wrinkled smile: "it's true." "
"your royal highness, are you willing to enter the house with the slave now?"
yan zhi nodded, "well..."
the eunuch leaned over and picked up the little man and sent him to the temple door.
"father the emperor... you promised ah zhi that you would drink less wine. "
the inner temple is dim, the tent is hanging high, and the man with long hair is leaning on the bed, holding a jade pot in his hand and pouring wine into his mouth. his pale face was sickly pale, his eyes were red, he heard the words, and he turned his head to look at the past with drunken eyes, and the arm carrying the wine jug hung down to the edge of the bed, and held out his hand to the little man, spitting out the wine vaguely.
"ah zhi..."
"where have you been, let the father and emperor find it."
the little man walked toward yan yi, stopped at the edge of the bed, raised his small hand to wipe the tears from the corners of yan yi's eyes, and whispered back: "ah zhi is sitting outside the door." "
"ah zhi doesn't like his father to drink."
"today is the mid-autumn festival, and the father and emperor are happy." yan yi smiled, picked the little man up from the bed, and looked at the shaky, in fact, extra stable.
ah zhi knew that the mid-autumn festival was a reunion festival, and he had heard the palace people say that the reunion festival was to ask the family to eat happily together. ah zhi turned around in yan yi's arms, wrapped his small arms around yan yi's neck, and said sullenly, "father emperor does not cry." "
"well, the father doesn't cry." the swallow kite's large palm covered his young back and buried his face into his neck. "the father does not cry..."
he said not to cry on his lips, but ah zhi felt a wet and hot tear in his neck, and his body was constantly trembling, ah zhi was low and soft and soft to call the father emperor, and yan yi suddenly choked up.
when ah zhi saw him crying, he couldn't help but cry, and the father and son hugged each other and cried together, and yan yu said something he couldn't understand.
"father emperor i'm sorry for you..."
"ah zhi... the father is sorry for you. "
the grand eunuch said that when he grew up, his mother would come back to reunite with their family. but before he could grow up, his father fell ill.
yan yi's head disease had been onset like a day for five years, and he seemed to be alive, but in fact he was a walking corpse, which had been strong for five years, and finally could not hold on.
on the day that the father emperor left, ah zhi stood in front of his bed, holding his big hand and crying with tears in his heart: "father emperor, you don't want to leave ah zhi..."
"don't you leave ah zhi..."
even though yan yi had done many wrong things before, in the eyes of little ah zhi, the father and emperor were the pillars that supported heaven and earth for him, and he had never seen his mother-in-law, only the father and emperor.
the father emperor's hand was so large and powerful that he could easily be picked up and raised high, and the father emperor's hand was very warm and made him feel at ease. but why did the father's hand become so cold, so cold that it frightened him?
the figure on the bed is thin and dull, and the title of the first beautiful man in the capital is no longer applicable to yan iris. he was only twenty-five years old, and he was as old as an old man who was dying in his twilight years, and he had no life at all.
yan yi looked at the little man next to the bed with half eyes, his a-zhi was not much higher than the edge of the bed, crying pitifully, causing people to be distressed.
"ah zhi... father and emperor, you are looking for your mother-in-law, and you must not cry..."
the little man shook his head in tears, and grabbed yan yi's big palm with both hands: "that father and emperor took ah zhi with him, and ah zhi will also go..."
yan yi smiled angrily, "ah zhi... go out of the palace with your aunt hua, and she will accompany you. "
"when ah zhi grows up... the father and the emperor came back to see you together with their mother..."