Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Chapter SIX

Translated by Sookybabi @ Livejournal

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This is for Mr. PanPan hope you get a nice tank in fish heaven.

Earlier than expected because I was feeling glum so I filled it in with some translating.

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**Whoops** Completely forgot to mention this:

Congee = Rice gruel = Rice porridge.

Usually, drank when you are sick. But can be tasty when you add some meatstuff to it.

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Feng Ming was ambushed by a momentous pressure, stripping his voice from being heard.

He became passive, as lips locked, teeth knocked and tongues entwined.

The atmosphere around the pair, immediately heated full of sticky excitement.

“It’s been a good few days since I’ve touched you…” Rong Wang’s voice was deep and sensual, which toke an instant for his intentions to be clearly exposed to Feng Ming.

The younger man had initially threatened the other with his most vicious glare he could offer but in the moment of his attack he was lost, and only could manage to look stumped into the large handsome face before his eyes.

That handsome face was also painted with a determination to win, with no hint of hesitation.

Everything that was in his reach, as long as he wanted it, would easily be his.

“Nnhh…Nnhhhh…Hey, you…”

Don’t tell me I’m going to lose my virginity now?

Alarms rang in the Prince’s brain, his body tried to fight back the impending force.

Rong Tian’s tongue violation intensified within his mouth, flirting with the boy as if he had taken claim on the body.

What can I do!?

His brain was a complete mush of an uproar.

Given his current circumstance, pinned down with no where to go Feng Ming’s survival instincts could only conjure a plan to attack the unguarded soft tissue.

His defense called for desperate measures, he practically put his plan forth as he prepared to clamp shut on a bloody attack targeting Rong Tian’s wondering muscle.

This long and intense kiss would allow him to catch his attacker off guard, would he actually succeed with his calculated heartless strike?

Sadly for Feng Ming, Rong Tian by now had veteran’s experience, upon the sudden movement in Feng Ming’s jaw there was a disturbing glint in the King’s set of dark eyes.

It was a close call, sensing death the foreign tongue darted out of the cavity that could have lead to his demise.

"You want to bite me?" Rong Tian raised his eyebrow, before hit by the sight gushing trail of blood from Feng Ming’s swollen lips, color drained from Rong Tian’s face.

His large hands snatched up Feng Ming’s collar and along with it a limp body and roared angrily.

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“You’re actually committing suicide?” he raged.

Compared with the precious Prince, although sharing the same beautiful face, Feng Ming was extremely stubborn and unyielding.

“Somebody come! Call the Royal Healers!”

Dark red blood still streamed out like it was coming from a faucet, Rong Wang pulled violently at the Prince’s robes commanding the near unconscious body fiercely.

“You aren’t going to kill yourself! Do you hear me?! I haven’t given you permission to die.”

My tongue hurts, I didn’t severe it did I?

Feng Ming was worried about that problem but at least he happy managed to retreat from Rong Tian’s advance one more time.

A thousand and one nights was an epic fail, and now he was going to reap the rewards of his plan to severe a tongue, although he didn’t get Rong Tian’s he was complacent with his small achievement of evading the man.

He wasn’t going to clear up what happened to the King, it was his own misunderstanding. It was all because Rong Tian managed to suddenly react to his strike that he ended up accidentally injuring his own tongue.

Royal Physicians rushed in within moments of the King’s angry outburst, after treatment and dressing on his wound, Rong Tian was sour and lost interest.

It was a success, tonight finally ended with Feng Ming’s escape.

Coming at a cost, with his tongue heavily bandaged and throbbing painfully in his mouth, all he could do was closed his eyes obediently for rest.

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The next day, news of the Prince’s tongue being gravely injured by a bite spread like wildfire across the palace.

Officially the injury was the result of the stupid Prince biting himself whilst chewing his food.

Privately between the servants and gossipers, it only aroused rumors on what drugs the Prince was on to have refused the King’s demands, what disobedience had warranted Rong Tian reprimanding him by biting his tongue into a bloody mess and sent his tears pouring. The stories weaved around the event were colorful but no one could contest as a witness.

Rong Tian was not yet aware of the ridiculous rumors spinning around the Palace.

Feng Ming’s move last night, uncapped the cork and he completely lost his calm.

Whether it was a male or female, he had never been confronted by someone who was so willing to choose death than to be ravaged by him.

He had a powerful status, talent with the sword and literature and gifted with an extraordinarily handsome face, who would refused to be under him tossing and turning and sharing his bed sheets in pleasure?

There were those who feared his abilities, but more of those who were vain and greedy who bring themselves to him.

Last night, the obviously fake Prince/assassin had bit his tongue without the slightest hesitation to attempt to end his life.

The sight of the warm liquid from Feng Ming’s lips tipped him, he was genuinely furious, probably the most he has ever been in his life.

Originally, he would have punished him through a thorough beating and in everyway violate the boy, ravaging his needy desires until Feng Ming would submit to him and learn that he could never disobey his orders.

The pair of strong-willed eyes that glared at him, even through the pain of nearly severing his tongue had remained fearless and vindictive. It was like being starred at by a juvenile leopard of the wild.

This unswerving determination, yet fragile beauty was an unfathomable fusion.

Rong Tian was clear, that Feng Ming was still growing the person before him was just an immense masterpiece waiting to become fully fledged beauty.

After spending more than half a night thinking over the matter, Rong Tian decided not to use his initial technique to approach his little assassin Prince.

How did normal people treat each other? This situation was almost like a manager in human resources organizing workers.

With a few new ideas and game plans, the next morning the King immediately headed off to the Prince’s Quarters.

In the centre of the Prince’s bedchambers, Feng Ming was under close observation of his maidservants. They surrounded him as he woke up from slumber.

The Prince before them had grown a backbone out of no where, had the nerve to resist the King and for that he had been given his cruel punishment. This was earning respect that had never been issued to the previous Prince who could only weep weakly under Rong Tian’s body.

:”You Royal Highness, Prince should get up.” Chiu Lan his trusty head servant swooped down to help lift Feng Ming up.

“Ah…?” His tongue was terribly swollen, doing his best to ignore the pain and say a few disconnected words.

“Tai Yi has advised us that you are not permitted to eat, you can drink plain congee, and after two days you can consume fruits and vegetables.” *

Lukewarm congee was served.

All the pairs of eyes that was fixated on his fragile form remained stumped to how the usual mouse-like timid Prince, could pose a threat to the King and what prompted this drastic change to his temperament?

As soon as Feng Ming had a spoonful of the tepid rice porridge in his mouth, he shrieked at the pain that shot up from his wound.

His face bunching up to the pain, and he frowned, drawing in quick successive breathes to control and ease his suffering.

Damn it! This is the King’s fault!

The resentful train of thoughts continued until they were interrupted by an arrival.

“Rong Wang, I wish you good health,” who it was immediately reached Feng Ming’s functioning ears.

Speak of Cao Cao, and he arrives every time!

An energetic and graceful Rong Tian was a rare sight first thing in the morning within the Prince’s confines. He was extravagant, presenting himself in his court robes and heavy boots. The King’s overwhelming stature was evident and he radiated virtue. He was a handsome man with strong vigor.

If he was born in Feng Ming’s day and age, how many girls would mesmerized by him and swoon over him like crazy bitches in heat.

Feng Ming watched as Rong Wang approached him, a distasteful sourness welled from his mouth just upon the sight of the man.

What kind of crap luck is this?

It was alright that I had to put up with a Cao Cao, but to encounter one that has superstar status was just insane.

Rong Wang abruptly paused directly in front of Feng Ming, those well toned arms wanted to pull the smaller man into a tight embrace and smoother those lips with his own.

But he suddenly reminded himself of the life endangering resolution the little assassin had made, putting aside their bedside playing manners, he casually asked, “Has your tongue healed a bit?”

“Does it still hurt?” he sounded sincere.

Feng Ming remained in silence, he didn’t want to speak.

Rong Tian averted his face slightly, looking at had Feng Ming’s mouth had lit a flame inside him. The younger man’s injured mouth, and the fact that he had disgracefully rejected on his sexual advances sent him rearranging his morals.

His first time seeing the imposter in daylight, triggered the thoughts of how charming and intelligent he was compared to the original, by hundred folds, additionally, the pair of strong willed eyes full of unparalleled beauty.

To even compare Feng Ming to the original Crowned Price was blasphemy, pure injustice.

During this moment, all Rong Tian wanted to do was to spend his day in the Prince’s quarters, so he could spend a whole day just to look into those pair of dignified eyes, just to see what crazy antics the boy could get up to.

Unfortunately, the country of Xi Rei had numerous pending important issues waiting for him to deal with.

"I'll be leaving to discuss official business, behave yourself and don’t stir up more trouble." Rong Tian cautioned.

Rong Wang had sat down opposite to the Prince, and stared at him intently for a long time, before finally standing up to take his leave.

He was quite reluctant to part before proclaiming “I will come and see you again tonight.”

What?! AGAIN?

Hearing the self invitation, Feng Ming’s eyes immediately dilated shooting a death glare aimed at the King.

Firstly, you threaten and interrogate me just for my name. On the second you make me bit my tongue, and the third time…do you need me to brandish a knife to castrate myself to keep my virginity, right?

This disturbing line of thought even gave Feng Ming a bout of shivers.

Rong Wang sensed the thoughts trailing in the Prince’s mind, perhaps it was because his emotion was clearly painted on his face.

The Regent King chuckled.

Deciding at that very moment he would detached how he treated the “original” Prince to this Prince and treat him as a separate person. The malice he had preciously used and his forcefulness towards Feng Ming dissolved.

He was in a good mood, and in a surprisingly gentle voice he offered.

“No need to be scared, I’m not forcing you tonight.”

After he finished, he nodded lightly as if confirming his agreement before leaving.

Aside from Feng Ming, even his servants were completely stumped by the sudden show of good will and puzzling wind change to the King’s attitude.

Today, it was the Regent King who was exceedingly strange.

Everything started with the peculiar changes in manners with the Prince, and now this craziness had jumped onto their most feared idol.

Even though, Feng Ming was extremely unwelcoming to the idea of the King giving him a booty call he knew he could do not prevent it.

There was nothing that could be done, considering who decided Rong Tian was the ruler of Xi Rei?

When the night fell, sure enough upheld his words and came.

"I only finished up my official court duties, I haven’t had a proper meal throughout, I will dine here.” As soon as he made his appearance, he hard turned to the servants quickly to give his order. .

Do I have to eat with this guy?

Feng Ming believed he wouldn’t be able to stomach the food in his presence, any signs of appetite completely waned. He slumped down, completely dispirited.

Rong Wang instead of taking offense he smirked at Feng Ming’s honesty, the young man not hiding his discomfort and distaste of being accompanied by him. How could someone so expressive become an assassin, he’d be a dud in terms of hiding emotion. Perhaps the only reason he was picked was accredited to his uncanny resemblance to the real Prince.

“Why? Don’t you want to dine with me?”

The King didn’t understand how, but just sitting with Feng Ming plucked his heart strings, he felt carefree. It might have being the demanding matters he had to deal with all day, wringing out all the energy he had, but Rong Tian believed he found an interesting source of refreshment from all his fatigue.

He practically had to firmly grasp Feng Ming and force him to sit at the dinner table.

Rong Wang was very interested in savoring the delectable food the highly skilled Royal Kitchen had prepared.

"This dish here of chopped green onion and duck pastry is made with a young duck of 2 months which is separated into a clean cage, nothing to fed nothing but a bowl of marinating sauces. Allowing the juices to naturally seep into the meat before it is prepared by lightly frying it in a mixture of flour and green onions. It is a rare delicacy and the taste is distinctive and unique”

Although, Rong Tian was clear on the fact that Feng Ming had been handed strict rules to only drink porridge, he none the less could not resist playing with the imposter. Sitting cruelly to describe dishes before him and explaining how it was prepared. Worst of all he entailed how each of them tasted.

Feng Ming with his belly full of dull repetitive meal of rice gruel, only smell the aroma of the tasty looking duck in front him. He could not help to turn and stare, knowing he won’t be eating any of it any time soon as he could only painstakingly swallow his saliva.

Catching the younger man’s reaction, Rong Wang let out an audible hearty laugh, his eyes infatuated with the cute manner the boy conducted himself, as he was providing more than just a momentary muse for the King.

From the inside and outside of the Prince’s hall, servants stood shell shocked with what they heard. The usual solemn Regent King had suddenly burst out laughing.

Hearing Rong Wang’s laugh ridicule him, inflamed the temperature gauge in Feng Ming. Stirring the fire of endless hatred, all he could do was so glare angrily at the Cao Cao with his eyes wide and as threatening as he could.

Considering his display of displeasure was becoming regular after travelling through the stupid time portal, his eye widening exercises to send out death glares was used at least ten times a day, and nearly all of them are directed to the one responsible and sitting in front of him.