Author: 哔哔 (Bi Bi) / Jin Gang Quan

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 31

The one who burst in through the door was Shao Feijie. The moment he entered, he saw most of Huo Fenghua’s snow-white body exposed, and Feng Tianzong sprawled on top of him in disarray, motionless. With no time to think, Shao Feijie swung his Blood Drinking saber in a bright arc and slashed toward Feng Tianzong.

But before the blade could touch Feng Tianzong’s back, Feng Tianzong’s long whip suddenly looped around Shao Feijie’s ankle and yanked. Shao Feijie toppled backward, and Feng Tianzong flipped up in the same instant, snapping the whip back and lashing down at Shao Feijie’s face.

Shao Feijie steadied himself and twisted aside to avoid the whip. His saber flashed as he swept it across.

Feng Tianzong lowered himself and slid off the side of the bed, kicked at Shao Feijie’s knee, then reached up to seize the saber hilt.

Huo Fenghua hurriedly sat up, yanked his clothes and trousers into place. When he climbed down from the bed his legs went soft, and he quickly grabbed the bedpost to steady himself.

In the span of a few exchanges, Feng Tianzong and Shao Feijie had already traded several moves. But the room was narrow, and neither the Fu Long Whip nor the Blood Drinking saber could be properly swung.

With a soft whooshing sound, another arrow shot in through the window, flying straight at Feng Tianzong. Feng Tianzong tipped his head back and barely avoided it, the arrowhead almost grazing the bridge of his nose. Shao Feijie’s saber followed immediately, slicing toward Feng Tianzong’s legs. Feng Tianzong’s whip flicked out from his side, the tip winding around Shao Feijie’s wrist and forcing the saber’s angle off, just barely saving him.

Huo Fenghua watched in terror. He lunged to the window, shoved both shutters wide open, and shouted into the darkness, “Jia Duo, I know it’s you! If you’ve got the guts, shoot me dead!”

Outside was pitch-black and silent, and no more arrows came.

Seeing Feng Tianzong and Shao Feijie still tangled together, Huo Fenghua suddenly got an idea. He climbed out through the window. The moment his feet hit the ground, a gust of force swept at him. He threw his arms up to block, barely parrying four rapid strikes before his hands and feet turned chaotic. He stumbled back a few steps and said, “Martial Uncle, why are you in such a hurry to kill your own?”

Wen Heyi withdrew his hand and gave a snort. “You’ve said that line before.”

Huo Fenghua said, “And clearly you didn’t take it in, so I’m reminding you again.”

Wen Heyi asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Huo Fenghua pulled his clothes tighter around himself. “I saw you weren’t showing up, so I came out to look for you.”

Wen Heyi said, “Now you’ve found me. Come with me.” He reached out to grab Huo Fenghua’s arm.

Huo Fenghua dodged quickly. “Martial Uncle, don’t rush. I’m still waiting for my General and your Marshal to settle who wins.”

Wen Heyi tilted his head, studying him, a little surprised. “Your General? That’s what I don’t understand. You’d rather go back with Feng Tianzong and be a male concubine than come back with us and be emperor. What kind of logic is that? What exactly is in your head?”

Huo Fenghua smiled. “Is a fugitive emperor who’s always hiding really better than living in silk and eating delicacies in the General’s Manor? Besides, I already said I like men. You keep trying to force me to marry a woman. Aren’t you making things hard for me?”

Wen Heyi asked, “Then which man do you actually like, Su Zeyang or Feng Tianzong?”

Huo Fenghua deliberately lowered his voice. “Martial Uncle, you wouldn’t know. Senior Brother and the General each have their own… strengths. If you’re interested, I can take you to experience it sometime?”

Wen Heyi smiled gently. “That… really isn’t necessary.” Before the last word had even landed, he struck. This time he was so fast Huo Fenghua couldn’t block at all. Wen Heyi clamped a hand around his throat.

At the same time, Feng Tianzong’s voice rang out from inside the room. “Let him go!”

Huo Fenghua looked back through the window. Feng Tianzong had already taken Shao Feijie’s saber and was holding the blade to Shao Feijie’s neck. Huo Fenghua couldn’t help blurting out in delighted admiration, “General, you’re amazing!”

Wen Heyi tightened his grip on Huo Fenghua’s throat and asked Feng Tianzong, “What, General Feng? You want to trade?”

Feng Tianzong didn’t hesitate. His cold voice carried over. “I dare kill Shao Feijie. Do you dare kill him? Stop wasting words. Let him go.”

Wen Heyi laughed softly. “General Feng, do you know this person seduced your wife and slept with him behind your back? Why bring him back to Donglin? Hand him to us and we’ll deal with him. We guarantee he’ll never see Su Zeyang again in this lifetime.”

Feng Tianzong didn’t get angry. He only sneered. “Why are you so determined to take him back to Xichou? Could it be the real Huo Fengnian is already dead?”

Wen Heyi said unhurriedly, “Take a guess.”

Feng Tianzong gave a low snort and didn’t keep circling with him. “Let Huo Fenghua go now, and I’ll spare Shao Feijie’s life. Otherwise I’ll kill Shao Feijie first, then come for you. Guess which of us will win?”

Shao Feijie’s face turned ashen. He had fought Feng Tianzong more than once and he knew he was no match for him. Wen Heyi wasn’t either, which was why they’d tried to use Huo Fenghua as an inside accomplice to assassinate Feng Tianzong.

But with the first strike failing, their chance was gone. If they kept tangling, as Feng Tianzong said, they wouldn’t kill Huo Fenghua, but Feng Tianzong would have no hesitation killing them. In the end, it was simply a loss.

Shao Feijie could only say in a deep voice, “Heyi, let them go.”

Wen Heyi understood the calculation. He released his grip on Huo Fenghua’s throat. Huo Fenghua immediately clutched his neck and coughed a few times under his breath.

Feng Tianzong said to him, “Go get a horse.”

Huo Fenghua glanced at Wen Heyi and backed toward the stables.

Feng Tianzong said, “I believe Marshal Shao is a man who keeps his word. We can each take a step back today and meet again on the battlefield another day.”

Wen Heyi drawled, “You’ve already taken Huo Fenghua, and you still want to talk about each side taking a step back?”

Feng Tianzong gave him a look. “Wasn’t Huo Fenghua someone you people stole from my manor in the first place?”

By then, Huo Fenghua had already ridden a horse over and stopped in front of Feng Tianzong. Feng Tianzong told him to bring it closer. Keeping Shao Feijie pinned, Feng Tianzong backed away slowly, wary of a surprise arrow, until he reached the horse. Still holding the Blood Drinking saber, he flipped up onto the horse and landed in front of Huo Fenghua, then told Huo Fenghua to ride at once.

With Huo Fenghua behind Feng Tianzong, the others didn’t dare shoot. After they’d run a bit farther, Feng Tianzong tossed the Blood Drinking saber onto the ground, took the reins from Huo Fenghua’s hand, and increased their speed.

With one arm wrapped tightly around Feng Tianzong’s waist, Huo Fenghua suddenly reached the other hand forward and touched Feng Tianzong’s face.

Feng Tianzong said, “What are you doing?”

Huo Fenghua murmured by his ear, “General, you were so fierce just now. And the way you looked with my cum on your face was especially tempting.” He meant it. Watching Feng Tianzong hold the saber to Shao Feijie’s throat with that cold, ruthless expression, and yet with obscene traces of cum smeared across his face, sliding from his thin lips down to his sharp jaw, Huo Fenghua’s thoughts had surged and desire had stirred.

Feng Tianzong’s tone turned cold. “I won’t kill you, but I can castrate you. Believe it or not?”

Huo Fenghua immediately withdrew his hand and said very respectfully, “I believe it. I was acting up. General, please don’t lower yourself to my level.”

He knew Feng Tianzong wasn’t like Su Zeyang. He couldn’t help provoking him, but once he did, he got scared and instinctively tried to placate him.

Feng Tianzong felt the fluid on his face had already dried in the wind. He didn’t wipe it off and kept riding hard. By the time the sky began to brighten, they reached a river. The horse was exhausted, so Feng Tianzong stopped and told Huo Fenghua to dismount and rest for a moment.

Huo Fenghua had been blasted by cold wind the whole way. His hands and feet were icy, and what little he’d eaten last night was long gone. He was starving and thirsty. He dropped onto the riverbank, scooped up a handful of water, and drank, immediately hissing at the freezing cold.

Feng Tianzong led the horse to a patch of grass and let it graze, then walked to the river and sat on a large rock.

Huo Fenghua crouched in front of him and lifted a damp cloth to Feng Tianzong’s cheek.

Feng Tianzong didn’t dodge. He only watched him with a cold expression.

The wet, cold cloth wiped carefully along Feng Tianzong’s nose bridge and the corners of his mouth. Huo Fenghua cupped Feng Tianzong’s face with one hand, his own fingers red from the cold. When he finished and stood to leave, the hem of his robe brushed across Feng Tianzong’s cheek.

Feng Tianzong felt an itch bloom on his cheek. The more he tried to suppress it, the more unbearable it became. He leaned forward, staring at his reflection in the river, and plunged his entire face into the water.

He opened his mouth and let cold water flood in, gulping several mouthfuls before jerking his head up again. His hair flicked water into the air, droplets falling back to the surface in a thin trailing line.

Huo Fenghua sat not far away, staring at him. The slightly upturned corners of Feng Tianzong’s eyes and his thin, austere lips now carried a vivid flush of red. The beauty of a hard, resolute man was almost breathtaking. Huo Fenghua suddenly thought of Su Zeyang, not for any particular reason, only because he finally understood a little why Su Zeyang had married Feng Tianzong.

Feng Tianzong’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “What are you looking at?”

Huo Fenghua kept staring without even blinking. He didn’t feel awkward at all. He only said, “I think you and Senior Brother will definitely have a happy marriage and grow old together.”

As he said it, a sudden wave of melancholy rose up in Huo Fenghua. He turned his gaze to the river, then spaced out. He thought that once they found Senior Brother, and he left the General’s Manor, he should stop gambling with the money. It was better to head east, find a prosperous coastal city, open a gambling house and become the boss himself. Every day he’d listen to dice and copper coins clattering, and he couldn’t help feeling cheerful again.

When that time came, he would definitely go to a brothel first and sleep with a pretty girl, just to see if he could still be a man. If it turned out he truly liked men more, then he’d just find a man instead. His thoughts drifted. Should it be a tall, burly warrior type, or someone soft and delicate? Maybe he should try both.

They rested by the river for nearly an hour before Feng Tianzong stood up and told him to set off.

Huo Fenghua snapped back to himself. When he tried to stand, he realized his hands and feet were stiff with cold. The chilly wind swept over him, and he sneezed several times in a row; his head turning dizzy and his vision going fuzzy.

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