Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Chapter Volume 1 8

Important notes:

Chinese calligraphy/Brush writing:

Chinese brush writing was one of the earliest developments by the Chinese. They also invented paper! In ancient China one’s writing was often also considered an art form. How well you wrote reflected your teachings as well as your artistry. Commonly, the brush tip was derived from feathers or animal hair.

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Since their engaging conversation, Rong Wang became a regular visitor to the Prince’s quarters. In comparison to humiliating and torturing the worthless Prince through the darkness of the night, Rong Wang had a new found joy just watching the peculiar Feng Ming during the light of day, the new Prince proved to be more interesting with each moment.

The lessons given on court proceedings and etiquette were genuinely a messy affair. Rong Wang’s teachings were entwined with actions a ruler should not mix in with serious business. This was the countless kisses the King had selfishly implemented on Feng Ming as an ongoing requirement.

“A kiss when we meet, before I leave, before you speak, before a meal if we are sharing a table and before you sleep.”

Feng Ming brows narrowed in irritation and he counted the orders with his fingers.

His tongue had gradually healed over the days where he could articulate himself again in every aspect even occasionally answering back to the Regent King. However, he was aware of these endless kisses that were demanded from him was just utter nonsense.

For the sake of not driving Rong Wang into another fit of rage he complied. To avoid another episode of “shedding of blood” it was the best idea to let Rong Wang take his underhanded advantages over him. Considering they were both male, it was hard to tell which party was more disadvantaged.

Rong Wang was certainly not satisfied with just simple kisses, but the thought of Feng Ming’s defiance and unyielding glares and the fact the boy would rather sacrifice his life left the King feeling scrupulous.

Both had their minds set in their individual actions for now which allowed them to be compatible for moment being.

“How am I going to manage these kisses, I fear my mouth is still quite swollen, alas…” Feng Ming’s large eyes darted firmly onto Rong Wang hoping he buy in an excuse. His death glare was closely followed with a sigh, pretending as if he was the one at a lost for their intimacy.

Rong Tian was at the desk writing, upon hearing Feng Ming’s exaggerated sigh he placed down his writing brush and offered.

“Don’t put up this act, you’ve already stalled for days, you have to write.”

Regardless with Feng Ming’s wishes, Rong Tian was determined to have him continue the original Prince’s lifestyle and this was inclusive of mimicking the Prince’s writing.

Feng Ming was unwilling to take up the brush.

King Rong extended the brush he had briefly dipped in ink, in front of Feng Ming.

The Prince eyed the brush in front of him with oddly and spun his face towards the King.

"Let’s do this instead, how about I tell you another funny story, it’s called Alibaba and..." he tried before he was cut short.

Taking no heed of the storytelling, Rong Wang forcibly placed the brush into the slender hands and issued him a warning with his deadly eyes.

Feng Ming looked at the brush in his hand and tried his one sided bargaining once more.

“How about this, you write and demonstrate for me and for each word I’ll give you a kiss in return.”

Feng Ming dug as low as to play the card of sacrificing his sex appeal.

The Prince’s wager had no appeal to Rong Wang who could easily obtain the Prince’s lips with other means the bargaining chip only made the King’s expression darken by a few folds.

Feng Ming wide eyes fixated on the older man for a response, he finally gritted his teeth and surrendered.

“Alright! I’ll write!” he declared with much frustration before issuing Rong Tian a warning, clearly stating the following words.

“You aren’t allowed to be ashamed once you look!”

Walking with a renewed air of dignity he walked confidently towards the study desk, and with his wet brush in hand he drew several strokes.

They started off fast, neat and coherent and by the time he finished he gave a large heave to show his completion and unceremoniously dropped the brush off to the side. Hinting to Rong Wang to come and admire his work.

The King found the sudden surge of might in the boy rather surprising, so he immediately made his way for the inspection.

After absorbing what had been written, the sight completely reeled Rong Tian back a step in astonishment.

“How is it? Aren’t you ashamed of my skill?” pressed Feng Ming who was pleased with himself considering he had warned the King.

“For what reason should I be?” the Rong Tian asked.

“As the Regent King, aren’t you ashamed that the Crowned Prince’s ugly writing? A dog could even do better!” he exclaimed, a little confused to the man’s reaction.

This irritated Feng Ming and he let at an animalistic outburst, after the release he calmed down.

He stopped and said coldly, “Considering I’ve lost my memories, I’ve got no need to pen anything down. That’s right! From now on don’t force me to write anything I can only use a biro pen!” He let slip his frustrations before he roughly settled himself into a chair and helped himself to a cup of tea.

Rong Wang finally took action, moving forwards to the sitting Feng Ming and brashly hauled him up by his collar.

"You reckless brat, you dare to tease me?" he spat gingerly into the Prince’s ears.

"Let go! I can’t breathe!" proclaimed the younger man as he struggled in the vice hold.

"I'll teach you." The King chided his voice showing no mercy.

"You ... mmm ..." all protest was smothered.

His body was quickly ensnared within the older man’s limbs. Soon his tongue was entangled with the King’s and engaged in an intense fight within his mouth. The battle was wild and intense but both side gradually seeped into a more sweet connection, as the viciousness dissipated into luscious sucking of lust filled lips.

When their lips parted, they left each other panting and short of breath their chests heaved in unison.

Feng Ming whipped his face away from the King’s his cheeks blushed a deep crimson.

Bastard, if this continues on, even a handsome man like me would turn gay, and if I turn gay I’d most likely be allocated on the receiving end! That’s not worth it!

Looking at how things are turning out, if I take the first strike to set who is the thrower, I should be the one to top Rong Wang.

That thought lead to a smile that crept along Feng Ming’s lips.

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At the same time, Rong Tian noticed Feng Ming’s flushed face. He had him where he wanted him.

His blushing deep red

Rong Tian laughed inwardly.

This little brat will soon be obediently pinned under his body begging for pleasure.

Images of a ravaged and tamed Feng Ming flickered into the King’s thoughts he couldn’t help a smile that stretched across his own lips.

As the two sets of eyes finally made contact, they had both noticed the weird smile that was planted on each others mouths and each person had their own interpretation.

Feng Ming’s smile is growing sweeter by the day.

Perhaps he has gradually grown to love me.

That was wishful thinking on the King’s behalf.

His opponent was on alert.

Rong Wang, this bastard is smiling evilly again.

I have to be careful and not let him top me.

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The days that followed their silent confrontation could not be considered bad at all. The fighters at both ends continued to look forward to their sweet victory over each other.

Rong Tian had backed off from trying to force Feng Ming into the tedious task of Chinese calligraphy and Feng Ming didn’t have a chance to carry out his plan to assert himself onto a “top” position over the King.

“Your Royal Highness, this is a platter of fruit that has been freshly delivered by the order of Rong Wang.”

The beautiful pet being raised within the palace, should be treated like this right?

Boring,

Boring!

The same senseless routine was getting old Feng Ming was going to drive his head against a wall sometime soon.

“Chiu Lan, I want to go outside for a stroll,” Feng Ming stated a matter-of-factly.

Chiu Lan whisked her head quickly towards the palace guards sent to guard the Prince’s doors.

“But by the orders of Rong Wang, the Prince is not permitted to leave his quarters.” It almost sounded like a silent plea.

"Humph!" Feng Ming glared at Chiu Lan momentarily, knowing he couldn’t entirely shift the blame of his prison on her. .

He wasn’t aware that this signature glares at his maid servant only effect was to lead her blushing and sent her heart racing. It was a completely empty threatening tool towards her.

“Argh! I am so bored my brain is going to melt!”

Feng Ming suddenly unleashed another round of screaming, creating a stir as his attendants jumped in reaction to their surprised.

Even the guards that stood at the doors where alerted by the scream, drawing their swords out and looked around nervously.

"What are you raging about? The whole Palace can hear you outside,” entered a timely King, who had entered from behind.

Feng Ming immediately turned and with a slender finger accusingly pointed at Rong Wang’s nose.

“I’m warning you, if you keep boring the living daylight out of me, I will die! Certainly croak it right here! So if you want another kissing partner to your beck and call go and employ someone else understood?”

To the Prince’s rather comical threats, Rong Wang could only lightly chuckle, the strict muscles of the contours of his expression immediately relaxed.

“So you are bored to the point of breaking down, then how about I take you out for a horse ride, sounds good right?”

“Horse?” Feng Ming’s eyes light up, but then a suspicious light lit up within.

“On what conditions?” he demanded, knowing that there was never an easy deal with Rong Tian.

"What can you exchange for it?" countered the King.

"Well, I can tell you a story, about the Mermaid Princess ...." Feng Ming started.

Feng Ming’s story was cut off abruptly, forever untold as the voice remained trapped in his throat when the King’s mouth knocked him with a kiss.

“Did you know? Every time you kiss, you like to keep your eyes open, to look at my face at close range.”

Rong Wang absorbed the sweetness before him, during their break to regain their breathe he took the liberty to answer Feng Ming’s question in a low voice.

“That’s in order to be able to watch whether your lust has reached your brain and set it alit in a fever, yet to have you try and resist and fight against it”

Feng Ming’s eyes were at their usual wide capacity as he stared dumbfounded at the response.

“That’s settled then, I’ll take you for a ride,” he released the younger man from his hold to allow him to catch his breath.

“Provided that…the Prince will allow his humble servant, to personally assist you in changing into your riding garments.” Rong Wang was mocking him with his tone and at the same time the voice was employing a rich magnetism hinting at something more scandalous.

“You pervert!”

He cried abashed, before submitting to the ridiculous condition anything was better than melted brain on the floor.

He whispered, “All right deal is settled.”

In the inner chamber, the King ordered all the servants to step down leaving the pair alone in the quarters which allowed him to strip the offending items of clothing off Feng Ming as he pleased.

The slim and slender body was exposed in front of him.

Rong Tian would have never fathom the day he would be captivated by the mere sight of this perfect body, which was sending his stomach into knots and his mouth dry.

"Hey, don’t just gawk at me!" Feng Ming scared frightened by the ominous look he was receiving from the larger man, his heart beats began to hammer quicker from the fear that Rong Tian might try to attack him.

Based on strength, Feng Ming was on a clear disadvantage.

Rong Wang’s complexion developed a strange glow for a long while, and he was sure taking his sweet changing the riding garments for Feng Ming.

"Don’t you dare molest me!” shrieked the Prince.

"Feng Ming your skin is nice and smooth as silk."

"Of course!”

“Hmph!”

“However, don’t you grope me!” he warned the wandering hands.

His Royal Highness and the Regent King spent a good hour in the inner chamber just to change.

By the time the Prince appeared, his face was painted scarlet with matching beaming red ears.

An updated newsflash of the Prince’s development quickly travelled throughout the Palace.