Prison Dragon

There was a cold wind blowing from the lakeside, and there was no ripple on the water. Although I was curious about the big snake, I was also afraid, so I ran back quickly, just wanting to go back quickly.

It doesn't matter where you go, even if you go to some empress to be scolded, you always go to a popular place.

But I can't get out anyway.

When I was young, I used to run around in Jinling City. My mother was busy with business and couldn't control me. The elder sisters and aunts in the building thought I was an oil bottle that didn't attract customers and didn't want to control me.After I finished school, I could take the few copper coins my master rewarded me and run around in Yinma Lane on Sanshan Street. I have no other skills, but I know the way very well.

I can recognize the way even in the deep mountains and old forests.

But this pine forest is very evil. When I looked carefully, every pine tree looked exactly the same.

Whether it is the cracked and dry bark, the turpentine oozing from the gaps, or the branched branches, they are all exactly the same, without any difference.

It's as if someone copied the entire forest with a single tree.

The trees are tall and cover the sky, so it is difficult to see the sun. The already dark woods are added with repetitive scenes, which made me completely lost my way.

I tried over and over again, but there was no way to get out, and I kept spinning in circles.

I became anxious, the whole forest was extremely dark, and I was the only living creature.The wind blew through the pines and the waves sounded, and I could only hear my breath falling to the ground.

I don't know how long I walked, and I couldn't tell the time, so I sat on the ground to rest when I was tired.There are thick pine needles accumulated on the ground, which are soft and fragrant. From time to time, a few pine needles poke the buttocks, which is not very comfortable.

I rested for a while, hoping to regain some strength.Who knew that as soon as he sat down, his tired limbs began to give warning.

I never want to stand up again.

I think I should deeply reflect on myself, the lack of physical activity is not conducive to my survival in the battle for the heir.

After waiting for a while, I still managed to stand up, I'm afraid it was already dark outside.

I fumbled around in the woods for a long time, and finally saw a little light, and hurriedly walked towards the direction of the light.

It was not the palace and lanterns I expected, and I actually walked back to the lake!

In the middle of the moon, a white mist slowly rises from the lake, and black objects shuttle and flow in the hazy mist.

I'm afraid I've met a monster...

Screaming would only kill me faster, and suppressing the urge to scream, I slowly backed away into the woods.

"Stop!" A man's voice came from the white mist, and it fell gently on his ears, but there was a thunderous sound.

When I turned around, it was the first time I met Ao Chen.

I don't know what he saw in me, but after the first meeting, he pestered me to death and wanted me to be the emperor.

I have told him many times, from family background to talent, all aspects have proved that I am not suitable to be the emperor, and he is determined to let me take the throne.

Is the throne poisonous or magical?

It doesn't matter if my mother is poisoned, she is a person who chases fame and fortune, but Ao Chen is a dragon god.

If he had been greedy for power, he would have been emperor by himself.

But he didn't become the emperor himself, so why did he insist on finding a child to be the emperor.

In the vulgar scriptures in the world, gods are omnipotent, and the only thing they yearn for is the love that humans can give.Countless concubines and fairies have given up life in heaven because of the love of mortals, and are willing to be human wives.

Could it be that Ao Chen is also unwilling to be lonely like a goddess in the sky, and wants to find a lover?

But am I not a man?

Is it possible that immortals can also break their sleeves and divide their peaches?

Suddenly, I felt that I had discovered a great secret, but I couldn't tell outsiders.

No, I'm only ten years old, what can I do?He wants to find Lord Longyang, shouldn't he be looking for an adult?

Could it be...he is a pervert who likes to play with children? ! !

I grew up in Goulan, and I can recognize the eyes with evil intentions.

There was nothing excessive about him, at least in speech and manner.

So what happened to him?

The only explanation is that Ao Chen is a crazy dragon.

It was scary, seeing a dragon is not easy, and I also saw a crazy dragon, which was even more difficult.

If I couldn't beat him, I wouldn't bother to talk to him.

If he's not crazy, he's blind.

Although I don't want to say that I am terrible, how can he see me as a future emperor if he is not blind?

Now I know that Ao Chen is not the only one who is blind.

Mother prayed to the Bodhisattva every day, hoping that the emperor's rain and dew would come to Qingyu Xiaozhu one day.

The emperor really came.

In fact, the emperor can't bring happiness to our lives at all, but will become a hindrance in the future.

But the mother is very happy, happy visible to the naked eye.

In the past, after she went to greet the imperial concubine, she always sat alone for a day with gorgeous makeup.

As soon as the emperor came, she was like a dry mandala in the desert meeting the rain from the sky. The coquettish shell was infused with a new soul, and her whole body became alive.

She believed that it was her sincerity that moved the Bodhisattva.

I do not believe.

The decline of imperial power has been a serious illness for several generations, and it is even more serious in my father's generation.There is basically no chance for him to speak in the court, and the harem is full of powerful officials, and the eunuchs around him are also used to playing with power.

Anyway, he is just a wimp with a hat of more than ten thousand people.

The concubines are either the daughter of a certain general or the younger sister of a certain minister, and they are not allowed to say a single harsh word, nor a single sweet word.

What the emperor likes most is going on tour. Only then can he meet a woman who wholeheartedly admires and submits to him.Those ordinary women regard the royal family as gods, and as long as the gods look at them with a little pity, they will willingly sacrifice for it.

Silly.

The place where we live is the Yuhua Palace managed by the concubine Liang. It is secluded and easy to settle down, and Qingyu Xiaozhu is located in the most remote part of the Yuhua Palace. I don’t know how the sage found it here.

The mother was very happy, and almost bloomed all the brilliance that night to pray for the rain and dew from the emperor.

It's not that I haven't thought about what Ao Chen said. Who would refuse to be emperor?

Countless lonely and cold nights made me understand my status, and the people in the death palace made me understand my situation. My ambition has long since stopped sprouting, and only the goal of survival is left.

For the first time, I realized that in the palace, I was so humble that I had to be a begging dog just to survive.

I hate myself.

Occasionally, in the study room, the emperor came to check the princes' homework.

Of course, whenever I try to keep a distance from him, don't draw his attention.

Disguising myself as a mediocre and harmless person is my greatest protection.

The emperor has a majestic appearance, with a broad forehead and a high nose bridge, as in folklore, majestic and dignified.

In the past, I saw him as an emperor, but tonight I saw him as a man.

Impatience, lust/desire, lust/passion... He didn't mean to pity his mother, but just to vent his desire.

"What are you thinking?" Ao Chen's voice sounded.

I watched the rain dripping down the corner of the eaves, and it was noisy, mixed with the panting in the master bedroom.

Ao Chen looked up, as if he saw something through the window, and smiled at me inexplicably.

"Disgusting." I said curtly.

Ao Chen looked at me suspiciously.

I didn't answer him, I just left the room quickly and walked along the eaves to the place farthest from them.

The two naked/naked bodies, the fishy smell, the panting and screaming together, everything is disgusting.

I suppressed my urge to throw up.

I have seen countless men's bodies swaying/moving on my mother, and I have no choice but to ignore them.

I can only accept that I have no ability to support her, nor can I support myself, and I can only watch her live in this way.

I don't know if Niangxi likes this kind of life.

She is like a talking container, carrying the desires of countless beasts, screaming to please others, and constantly speaking obscenity/words/waves/language.

While I spurned her, I had to accept the gift of her mother's love.

Everything about her pissed me off.

What a filthy person she is, and how filthy are the two entangled bodies.

But how much I love her.

I can't blame her as a mother, I can only constantly blame myself as a son.

"Why did the emperor come today?"

I squatted on the steps, and heard Ao Chen's footsteps behind me, and he walked up to me and stood beside me.

Ao Chen chuckled, "I must have been offended by some woman, and I just asked your mother to comfort me."

I couldn't hear others talking about my mother in a playful tone, so I raised my head and stared at Ao Chen.

"Don't do this!" Ao Chen spread his hands, "The women in the palace are all noble families. Now that the imperial power is declining, the emperor will one day be a man with his tail between his concubines. The pleasure of an emperor."

I thought for a long time and said: "The emperor is useless for doing this."

"Yes," Ao Chen imitated my posture and squatted on the steps, with his hands on his knees, leaning his head on his arms and looking at me.

The sleeves of his clothes were spread out, and his black brocade was embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns, which were soaked in dark green by the wet moss-covered steps.

I don't want to talk to him about my mother or the emperor. The panting in the master bedroom makes me feel dirty and depressed, but the maids are smiling.

I couldn't help but said to Ao Chen: "Take me to a quiet place."

He smiled and patted my head, "Go get an umbrella, I'm afraid you'll get wet and catch a cold."

I ran into the house and got an oil-paper umbrella, and stood on the steps to open it. The densely packed ribs exuded a pungent musty smell, and a plum blossom was painted on the surface of the umbrella. big hole.

Ao Chen covered his stomach and laughed.

I blushed, threw the umbrella to the ground angrily, and stepped on it a few times angrily.

Ao Chen held me back with a smile, and wiped away the raindrops that splashed on my head with his big hands.He took off his long robe and put it over my head.

He is very tall, and his clothes are too big, enough to cover my whole body, and the black hem hangs down on the ground.

He took my hand, "Let's go."

I tried to grab the hanging corner of the clothes with my other hand, but I couldn't finish it.Ao Chen was watching my clumsy movements, and asked after a while, "What are you doing?"

"Your clothes will be dirty."

He looked down at me: "It doesn't have to be like this, I'm a dragon, water is not a dirty thing to me."

He dragged me into the rain curtain like this. His clothes were made of unknown material, they were extremely soft and never wet, and covered my world with his smell and body temperature.

Although he said not to worry about the clothes, my other hand kept holding the hem of the clothes in my arms.

There is also a hand that has been held by him.

He took me to the lake, and the raindrops fell on the lake, causing little ripples.

As long as he is not in the lake, the lake water becomes normal.

I just opened my mouth to try to reminisce about our first meeting with him, and he dragged me into the woods.

I couldn't tell the direction in the woods. I didn't know where he went and how he got there.

We walked out of the woods again, in front of a dilapidated temple.

Why is there such a dilapidated place in the palace?

No, why is there a temple in the palace?

The imperial palace is most afraid of witchcraft, and temples cannot be built casually.The temple looks old, with cobwebs and bird droppings all over the wooden beams and columns, and clusters of mushrooms grew near the ground.

"Where is this?" I asked.

Ao Chen blinked mischievously, "I don't know."

I broke free from his hand and ran into the temple. The damp and musty smell spread over the surface. On the high platform covered with cobwebs, there was a statue of a god standing vaguely, which could barely be seen as a snake.

I had already made a rough guess in my heart, and turned around to ask Ao Chen, "Is this your temple?"

When he turned back he was gone.

I hurriedly ran to the door and looked around, and found him sitting on the steps, I couldn't see him inside the temple.

I put on his robe and walked to him. He showed a gentle smile and patted the empty seat beside him: "Take the clothes and sit on it."

The side of the stairs is carved with a large cloud pattern, and the strong body of the dragon is faintly exposed amidst the turbulent clouds.

I pointed to the dragon pattern and asked, "Is this you?"

He nodded, his long hair fell to the ground and was wet with rain, and spread out in small puddles on the steps, like dark green algae ostentatiously in the water.

I looked at the end of his hair, and after a while, I slowly mustered up the courage to touch it lightly with my fingertips.

He looked at me and smiled, as if acquiescing to my behavior.

His side face is very handsome, but his expression is very indifferent, even the gentle eyes hide the frost of thousands of years, repelling people thousands of miles away.

Logically speaking, indifferent people should be the most annoying.

At this moment, Ao Chen's indifference made me feel extremely at ease.

The ice and snow in his eyes for thousands of years took me away from those dirty desires.

I touched God for the first time.

I used to be like any other mortal, but now I not only see God, but touch Him.

I am no longer an ordinary mortal, but a mortal with a god.

His black hair is no different from the touch of ordinary people. I held up the ends of the hair and dried him with my sleeve.

He looked down at me: "You don't have to."

"Yeah." I nodded, holding on to his hair, I don't know if it was my illusion, his thick and smooth hair really came to life like seaweed in my hands, gently brushing the palm of my hand.

"Yang You, how old are you?"

"Ten years old."

"Ten years old," his tone seemed a bit melancholy, "I'm only ten years old, when will I be the emperor?"

"..."

"You're exactly the age you want to get your father's attention, aren't you?"

"..."

"I don't think you have much admiration for the emperor."

"..."

"Are you afraid that the people in the palace will plot against you?"

"..."

I ruthlessly ravaged the end of his hair, feeling a sense of embarrassment that he had seen through me, but I didn't want to show my incompetent and vexatious side in front of him.

He has seen many of the appearances of being bullied by the palace people, and he can no longer lose face.

Thinking of this, suddenly, my vision was enveloped in darkness.He wrapped his arms around me, and pressed my head in his arms with one hand.

I grabbed his hair and smelled him, like the sea in the sun.

I thought of the quiet beach under the gentle sunset, only the sound of the sea hitting the shore, which is not only a lonely and vast world, but also a warm and relaxing embrace.

I raised my head, and the rain fell into the corners of my eyes along the bridge of his high nose, bringing a bit of coolness.

The rain was pattering, and the mountains and forests were silent.