Feng Yu Jiu Tian Vol 1 Chapter 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. 

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. 

"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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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. 

“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. 

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.
 

Chapter end