Your Majesty, We’re Counting on You to Ruin the Country! 88

Chapter 88: [Huan & Jun] Parting Record (Part 2)

I still remember that year, the best year…

The heavens and the earth as witnesses, the sun and the moon as proof, the ten thousand people praying for blessings, and the hundred officials paying their respects.

“Jun’er, Jun’er…” Feng Changhuan hung on Feng Jun, seeming a little drunk.

The room was covered with the character “囍” (double happiness). The bedding, the bed curtains, and the tablecloths had all been changed to red, looking very festive.

Feng Jun only felt the smell of wine rush to his nose. He reached out, wanting to support him, but the scene before his eyes suddenly swayed, and when he came back to his senses, he had been carried up by Feng Changhuan.

“Hey! Put me down! Put me down!”

Seeing him carry him on his shoulder as easily as if he were carrying a bag of rice, Feng Jun bit his back hard in anger.

“Hiss…”

Feng Changhuan frowned slightly and patted his round buttocks, signaling for him not to fool around.

!!

Motherfucker!

Before he could even start cursing, he was thrown onto the bed.

Feng Changhuan pressed down on him and lowered his head to kiss the lips that were pouted in dissatisfaction. As if not satisfied with the tightly pursed lips, he reached out and fiercely pinched his fragile chest, and as he opened his mouth to moan, he took the opportunity to send his tongue in, teasing his sensitive teeth.

“Feng Changhuan, you rogue!” He had thought he was rogue enough, but he hadn’t expected there to be a heaven beyond the heavens, a person beyond people!

“I am only a rogue to you…” Feng Changhuan’s eyes were a little hazy. He propped his hands on the bed by his face and said in a low voice, “We are married today. From now on, you are not allowed to run away from me again.”

Feng Jun snorted. “You’re not allowed to run away either.”

“I will never run away.” Feng Changhuan lowered his head again and licked and teased his soft ear, saying indistinctly, “This time, I have fallen into your hands…”

Feng Jun’s earlobes turned slightly red. This red seemed to be contagious, spreading from his earlobes to his cheeks, and then from his cheeks to his neck.

Feng Changhuan’s hands began to get restless, and he began to undo his red clothes with some urgency.

“Jun’er, since you have promised me, since you have agreed to stay by my side, you are not allowed to run away.”

“Alright, alright. We’ve already decided to be together. Why would I leave for no reason?” Feng Jun wrapped his arms around his neck.

This person is really different when he’s drunk…

He had never seen such a Feng Changhuan before. While surprised, his heart was also filled with a softness.

Feng Changhuan seemed to have remembered something, and the movements of his hands became a little slow and sluggish.

“My imperial father killed my empress mother. When I was ten, my imperial father thought my empress mother was cheating on him behind his back. In fact, she was framed, but in the end, she was still bitten to death by a mad dog. My empress mother died a horrible death. Her flesh was bitten off piece by piece by the beast, and even her white bones were gnawed clean. If not for the grand tutor’s efforts to protect me, I might have ended up in the same state as my empress mother.”

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, and his hand couldn’t help but gently caress the back of his head.

“I swore to avenge my empress mother, so when I became strong and ascended the throne, I did to my imperial father what he had done to my empress mother back then.”

“When I was sixteen, on my first campaign, I almost died on the battlefield. Because the grand tutor betrayed me. I thought the grand tutor was the most trustworthy person in this world, but I was wrong. So, I also did the same cruel thing to the grand tutor.”

Feng Jun raised his head and kissed him, smiling. “Don’t say anymore. It’s all in the past.”

“From the moment you blocked the arrow for me, I no longer allow you to betray me. I really… love you, and I want to entrust my life to you. No one has ever been able to make me so happy every day, so much that I can’t help but want to be closer.”

Feng Jun lowered his head and pretended to be nonchalant. “Then you can be a little closer.”

The hibiscus curtain was warm. Feng Jun was like a kite with a broken string, gradually losing himself in pleasure, being dominated by Feng Changhuan and falling into one wave of lust after another.

“Changhuan…”

He murmured, slowly opening his eyes. In a daze, he only felt a soreness and pain in his limbs. He subconsciously moved and only then realized that his four limbs were tightly bound by a rope.

Not right!

Feng Jun suddenly came back to his senses. He opened his eyes wide and looked around, only to see that he was in a dim little house, with many other people tied up like him. There were men and women, tall and short. The only thing they had in common was that in the dim light, they all looked quite good-looking.

The house was small and old, with a thick layer of dust. The windows were tightly covered, and it was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. There was not a single ray of light.

He tried hard to recall the scene before he had passed out.

Singing and dancing, melodious music, laughter…

After nightfall, Feng Jun had gone to one of the flower houses to have fun. The madam, seeing that he was dressed in brocade and fine clothes, and that the jade pendant at his waist was clearly not an ordinary item, and that his every move was that of a dandy and a man from a large family, had immediately become as excited as if she had been injected with chicken blood and enthusiastically introduced him to the best girls in the house.

He had been absentmindedly enjoying the music, but the more he listened, the more frustrated he felt, so he kept drinking. In any case, he could hold his liquor well and was not afraid of getting into any trouble if he got drunk.

However, unexpectedly, after only a few cups, he felt dizzy, and his eyelids were extremely heavy. He just wanted to fall down and sleep, regardless of anything.

This was not a sign of being drunk, but… a sleeping drug!

The girls before him gradually dispersed, and the scenery became hazy, gradually being replaced by blackness…

When he woke up again, he was in this broken house.

He thought to himself, So that was a black shop! I can only blame myself for being too playful and unlucky.

Although the small room was crowded, everyone looked miserable, leaning against the wall with pale faces, shivering, and no one was talking.

He was not too worried, nor was he afraid in his heart.

He didn’t believe that Feng Changhuan wouldn’t have shadow guards around him. At least thirty.

If not thirty, then at least twenty! He was very confident. And the shadow guards had not yet made a move. One reason was that they had not received his order and had no right to act on their own without his life being in danger. The second was that perhaps they wanted to follow the clues…

He would occasionally flip through Feng Changhuan’s memorials and, in his spare time, would even take the initiative to help him, without the knowledge of the old ministers in the court who held the principle of “the inner palace must not interfere in politics.” So he also vaguely knew that there had been many missing persons cases in the capital recently, and the court was investigating, but there seemed to be no significant progress. And now that he had accidentally lured the snake out of its hole, he naturally had to make good use of it.

Although his hands were tied behind his back, he still struggled to take out a hidden weapon from his waist. He pressed his elbow against the wall and used the sharp tip of the hidden weapon to cut the rope.

To prevent any accidents, he had to avoid having his limbs constrained as much as possible.

The hidden weapon in his hand was a gift from Feng Changhuan, a secret weapon of Hong Xi, of great value. The tip of the hidden weapon was coated with poison, and when it touched the rope, it slowly corroded and cut the rough, striped object.

“Eee-yah—”

Unexpectedly, with a harsh rubbing sound, the old wooden door was opened, and two burly men stumbled in.

“The people in here are all, hic… especially good-looking!” one of the burly men said, holding a wine sack in one hand and slapping his companion’s shoulder with the other, laughing loudly. “Let’s have a taste before we sell them!”

The other burly man immediately lewdly pulled out a girl.

“This girl is so fresh!”

Feng Jun frowned slightly.

“No! No—” The girl’s face lost all color, and her cries for help changed their tone.

The burly man pressed her down and was about to do something improper when he was suddenly hit on the head by a flying porcelain object.

Feng Jun stood at the side, his hands still in a throwing motion.

“How dare you!”

The burly man with the full beard threw away the wine sack in his hand and walked towards him.

Feng Jun swallowed and was about to turn and run when he saw the burly man slowly fall down before him. A hidden weapon was stuck in his back, and thick, dark blood gushed out.

More and more men in black appeared around them, holding weapons, their killing intent pressing. The other man, seeing this, immediately ran out of the house, shouting as he ran, “Someone has broken in! Someone has broken in—”

Feng Jun raised an eyebrow. He indeed had shadow guards by his side. After a rough count, he couldn’t help but be speechless.

He had originally thought there were twenty or thirty, but now… there were clearly more than fifty.

Besides that, the number of enemies also surprised him. He had thought they were just cunning but insignificant human traffickers who had taken advantage of a flower house, but he hadn’t expected them to have so many men. The burly men, holding long swords and axes, rushed over and started a chaotic fight with the men in black.

Feng Jun knew no martial arts, so he turned to help untie the ropes of the people who had been abducted here.

“Young master, be careful!”

The enemy probably guessed that he was the master of these men in black, so a rain of arrows came at him.

He subconsciously looked up, but the rain of arrows was not there. Instead, a black mass suddenly blocked his entire vision. Before he could react, he was in a warm embrace.

Feng Changhuan held him and covered him with his outer robe, smiling. “Troublemaker.”

He had originally wanted to cast a long line to catch a big fish, but now he had no choice but to make a move early.

Feng Jun snorted. He only felt the sound of the wind and the clanging of weapons never ceasing in his ears. His body was also being turned by Feng Changhuan. It must be him using his sword to knock away the rain of arrows coming at them.

He did not want to let him take any risks, so he did not linger in the fight, but pulled him and prepared to retreat.

He would just leave this place to the shadow guards and the ministers who had come with him. He had more important things to do…

He pulled him away. After leaving the broken house, Feng Jun was surprised to find that he was in the basement of a flower house and had not left at all. It was just that the flower house was now empty of customers. Besides the sound of fighting coming from the basement, it was silent, and it was also surrounded by soldiers in neat armor.

Feng Changhuan took him to the carriage, carefully checked him, and after confirming that there were no injuries on his body, he said, “Stop fooling around. Come back with me.”

“I won’t.”

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Come back.”

“I won’t!” Feng Jun stuck out his neck. “Disperse those dancing girls, then we’ll talk!”

Feng Changhuan was stunned.

“What? You can’t bear to?” Feng Jun was so angry he laughed.

“It seems our emperor really likes those pretty women, doesn’t he? I saw it clearly last night. They were each more beautiful than the last. Then just take them all into the inner palace! But I’ll say it first. If you’re happy with them, I’m going back to Bei Miao!”

“You…” Feng Changhuan’s mood was complicated.

I’m really stupid.

Feng Jun crossed his arms. “Me or those women, you choose one.”

It was clear that he had no intention of going back with him until he got a satisfactory answer.

Feng Changhuan smiled, gently pulled him into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss him fiercely.

“Mmph…”

He pressed the back of his head and deepened the kiss.

“Silly, and you still have to ask me who I like.”

“Alright, alright. It was my fault this time. You come back with me first. After we get back, I’ll let you hit me and scold me. Is that alright?”

“Hmph…”

After the two returned to the bedchamber, it was already late at night. The surroundings were quiet except for the chirping of cicadas. Feng Changhuan leaned against the bed, flipping through a memorial, quietly waiting for him to bathe.

A movement came from behind the screen. He put down the memorial and was about to open his mouth when he was petrified.

“Jun’er…”

Feng Jun was wearing a dancing girl’s clothes, his body like white jade, the thin gauze dancing lightly. His long, dark hair had just been washed and fell loosely over his shoulders. The light red thin gauze gently covered his body, even more alluring than being naked.

With a “thud,” the memorial in his hand fell to the ground.

He only felt that Feng Changhuan’s gaze on him was as hot as fire. He didn’t dare to look at him directly and just turned his head away. “Actually, I also quite like you.”

Thud—

This was the first time he had seen such an excited and fast-moving Feng Changhuan.

Naturally, it was another night of pleasure, extremely satisfying.

And a few days later, a deafening, miserable scream once again came from the Hong Xi imperial palace.

“You fucking say that again?”

“Congratulations, Empress. Congratulations, Your Majesty! This is a joyous pulse!”

…

Joyous pulse… having a child… Feng Changhuan’s child…

“Feng Changhuan, you bastard—”

“Empress, please calm your anger, please calm your anger! It would be a terrible thing if the dragon heir were to be harmed.”

“The imperial physician is right. Jun’er, come, sit.”

“Feng Changhuan, I’ll fight you!!!”

The “dire straits” days of the Emperor and Empress were still ongoing.