Author: 哔哔 (Bi Bi) / Jin Gang Quan
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 75
Su Zeyang traveled day and night for several days, finally catching up with the imperial envoy and the imperial guards escorting Feng Tianzong back to Yujing in Xichou territory.
The group consisted of nearly a hundred people, tightly guarding Feng Tianzong’s prisoner cart as they traveled along the narrow mountain path. They had been rushing to get away from Feng Tianzong’s army, but for some reason, they slowed down as they approached the Xichou border.
Su Zeyang was alone, maintaining a distance from the escorting army, not daring to get too close. He could only see from a distance, from a high vantage point, that Feng Tianzong was trapped in the prisoner cart, his head bowed, looking unwell.
Su Zeyang remained calm and waited until nightfall.
That night, the escorting army camped in a valley. They divided into teams of five, taking turns on guard duty, while the others lay down and rested.
Su Zeyang moved soundlessly through the forest, like a sleek hunting leopard, closing in little by little on the valley where they’d made camp. Once he was close enough, he finally saw clearly by the firelight: Feng Tianzong sat in the prison cart with heavy shackles on both wrists and ankles. The cage was low, forcing him to hunch his back. Only his head was outside the bars. His hair was disheveled, his face drawn and haggard. He leaned crookedly against the wooden frame, eyes shut, impossible to tell whether he was asleep or unconscious.
Su Zeyang gripped his Qinghong sword. The last time he had seen Feng Tianzong was on the morning of the fire at Huo Fenghua’s side courtyard. After that, because he was angry with Feng Tianzong, he refused to see him until Feng Tianzong left Yujing and returned to Xichou.
He never imagined that the next time he saw Feng Tianzong, he would be in such a weak and dying state. Su Zeyang carefully observed the guards in the valley. The wooden cage holding Feng Tianzong was thick and sturdy; he knew he couldn’t cut it open with his sword without harming Feng Tianzong. Even if he could instantly kill the five guards, he wouldn’t be able to open the cage and take Feng Tianzong away without alerting others.
He slowly exhaled. After seeing Feng Tianzong in this state today, he had already decided that he would act tonight. If necessary, he would kill everyone here. He couldn’t leave Feng Tianzong here any longer; he was afraid that if he missed this opportunity today and they entered the city tomorrow, he wouldn’t have such a good chance to strike again.
Su Zeyang looked up at the sky. It was still early. He sat down and waited quietly. He planned to strike at the fifth watch of the night, when people were sleeping most soundly and the guards were most tired.
As the fifth watch was about to pass, Su Zeyang stood up and gripped the sword hanging at his waist.
The five guards on duty had been on watch for nearly an hour, and in a moment they would be relieved by the next shift. It was the darkest moment before dawn, and soon it would be daylight. The night had been uneventful, and these men were about to complete their guard duty, so they seemed somewhat relaxed. One of them was even dozing off leaning against the wheel of the prisoner’s cart.
Su Zeyang moved like the wind, swiftly pouncing on the outermost guard, covering his mouth and slitting his throat with a single sword stroke, then gently laying him down on the ground. He didn’t dare to relax for a moment, immediately thrusting his long sword into the chest of the next man, killing him with a single thrust before he could make a sound.
He killed four men in quick succession, but unfortunately, the fifth man discovered him. Before Su Zeyang could kill him with a sword thrust, the man let out a terrified scream, instantly waking the other guards. Su Zeyang was well-prepared. He had followed this group of people all day and knew that the leader was a young officer, clad in armor and wearing a helmet. The officer was now sleeping by a campfire in a corner of the valley. He was startled awake by the commotion and hastily reached for his sword to stand up.
Su Zeyang had already stepped over the crowd and landed beside him, grabbing him and placing his long sword against his neck, shouting, “Open the lock!”
The guards, just waking from their sleep, didn’t know what was happening. They only saw that their commanding officer had a sword at his throat, so they all gripped their weapons defensively, but no one dared to rush forward.
Su Zeyang dragged the young officer to the prisoner cart.
The young officer said, “How dare you! This man is a criminal wanted by the imperial court! You dare to hijack a prisoner!”
Su Zeyang didn’t listen to him, and with a flash of his sword, he drew a bloody line across the officer’s neck. “Give me the keys.”
The young officer instantly panicked. He endured the pain in his throat and took out a bunch of keys from his chest pocket, handing them to Su Zeyang, hoping to ambush him while he was unlocking the cart.
But Su Zeyang didn’t reach out to take them, only saying to him, “Open the lock!”
The young officer had no choice but to open the prisoner cart, and under Su Zeyang’s coercion, he also unlocked the shackles on Feng Tianzong’s hands and feet.
Feng Tianzong silently slumped down.
Su Zeyang grabbed the young officer and jumped onto the prisoner cart. Suddenly, he slashed his sword, cutting the young officer’s throat. This single strike only cut the officer’s windpipe but didn’t sever his carotid artery. Then, he forcefully struck the horse pulling the prisoner cart and pushed the young officer to the ground.
Blood poured from the captain’s neck in a horrific sight, yet he didn’t die outright. He writhed on the ground as his men clustered around him. He couldn’t speak, only pointed frantically at the prison cart already racing down the mountain road, signaling them to pursue.
Meanwhile, Su Zeyang had already leaped onto a horse and galloped away, ignoring the shouts of the pursuers behind him, running at full speed.
Ahead, the mountain path forked into two paths, one going up and the other down. Su Zeyang rode his horse down the mountain path, but then he returned to the prison cart, picked up the unconscious Feng Tianzong, and jumped off the cart, heading towards the mountain path going uphill.
After that, he dared not travel on the mountain path anymore, but instead traveled through the forest, tying the unconscious Feng Tianzong to his back with a cloth belt, and continued forward without stopping.
He didn’t continue heading east, as Feng Tianzong would surely be wanted by Donglin, and he couldn’t return to Donglin now, so he chose to continue heading north.
Feng Tianzong remained unconscious until noon the next day, slowly waking up on Su Zeyang’s back. When he opened his eyes, he was initially a little dazed, then he smelled the familiar scent of the person in front of him. He slowly raised his arm, which was weakly hanging by his side, and touched Su Zeyang’s neck.
Su Zeyang, who had been traveling continuously, finally stopped. He didn’t speak, but stood still, quietly listening to the sounds behind him. Hearing no footsteps of pursuers, he carried Feng Tianzong to a hidden cave and laid him down to rest.
Feng Tianzong leaned against the cave wall, watching him without blinking.
Su Zeyang silently tore off a clean sleeve from his inner garment, wet it in the mountain spring water at the cave entrance, and returned to Feng Tianzong’s side to wipe his face. Feng Tianzong’s face was pale, and the areas wiped with the wet cloth didn’t even turn red. He spoke with difficulty, “Are you not angry anymore?”
Su Zeyang didn’t answer but simply used the wet cloth he had used to wipe Feng Tianzong’s face to wipe his own face and neck.
Feng Tianzong said, “You must be tired. Come and rest for a while.”
Upon hearing this, Su Zeyang turned and lay down in Feng Tianzong’s arms, resting his head on his lap. After a while, he turned over and looked up at him. Feng Tianzong was also looking down at him. Neither of them spoke, but simply gazed at each other silently, then their hands slowly clasped together, fingers intertwined.
They didn’t rest in the cave for long before Feng Tianzong fell unconscious again. Su Zeyang carried him on his back and continued on their journey.
This time, he walked until dark before finding a small wooden hut in the mountains where an elderly hermit lived alone. The old man didn’t dare let them into the house but agreed to let them sleep on a pile of straw in the corner of the yard, giving them a dirty blanket and two bowls of thin porridge.
Su Zeyang drank his porridge, but Feng Tianzong remained unconscious. The next morning, Su Zeyang became worried. He knelt on the straw pile, bent down, and gently patted Feng Tianzong’s face, “Tianzhong.”
Feng Tianzong didn’t respond.
Su Zeyang patiently called his name more than ten times before Feng Tianzong showed signs of waking up, slowly opening his eyes.
“Drink some porridge,” Su Zeyang helped him up and brought the warmed porridge to his lips.
Feng Tianzong was probably too weak; he choked on the porridge after only one sip, coughing violently, and the porridge he had drunk spilled from his lips. Su Zeyang set the bowl aside and carefully wiped the porridge from the corners of his mouth with his fingers. Then he borrowed a spoon from the old man and slowly fed him, spoonful by spoonful.
By the time Feng Tianzong finished the bowl of porridge, he was breathless. Su Zeyang helped him lean against his chest and said, “They poisoned you.”
Feng Tianzong hummed in agreement. “They wanted to kill me before we reached Donglin.”
Su Zeyang brushed the hair from his face, “I’ll take you to a doctor, but we can’t go into the city, so we probably won’t be able to find a very good doctor.”
Feng Tianzong only said one word. “Okay.”
He didn’t ask Su Zeyang where they were going, nor did he ask Su Zeyang to leave him behind. They had been together for so long that many things didn’t need to be said; they already understood each other perfectly.
Even if they fought before, in the face of life and death, it was no longer worth mentioning.
Su Zeyang carried Feng Tianzong on his back again, and this time they traveled for a whole day. Along the way, Su Zeyang ate a roasted sweet potato and broke another one into pieces, mixing it with water to feed Feng Tianzong.
This time they found a small mountain village, but they didn’t enter the village until evening.
Su Zeyang inquired among the villagers and learned that there was an old man in the village who knew a little about medicine and could prescribe some remedies. So he carried Feng Tianzong to see him.
The old man took Feng Tianzong’s pulse and said that his pulse was relatively stable, but he couldn’t help him detoxify. He could only prescribe some nourishing medicine to remove toxins and replenish his energy. He brewed the medicine in his own small courtyard and gave Feng Tianzong two doses.
Su Zeyang didn’t dare to stay there for long. The next morning, after Feng Tianzong finished his medicine, he took another dose of medicine with him and left with Feng Tianzong. They continued their journey through the mountains and forests until evening, when they found a clean and secluded cave to rest in.
Su Zeyang couldn’t brew the medicine, so he could only take out the herbs, chew them in his mouth, and then feed them to Feng Tianzong, telling him to swallow them.
Whether the medicine had any effect or not, Feng Tianzong was slightly more conscious today, and his spirits were better by evening.
When he swallowed the last herb, he gently held Su Zeyang’s tongue, preventing him from leaving.
Even though his strength was failing, Feng Tianzong gently and tenderly kissed Su Zeyang’s lips. The bitter taste of the herbs lingered in both of their mouths. Feng Tianzong carefully licked his tongue and teeth, as if to lick away all the bitterness.
Su Zeyang’s breathing became slightly rapid.
When Feng Tianzong pulled away from his lips, he said, “Come here.” He had Su Zeyang lean against him, and with one hand, he reached down to Su Zeyang’s legs, unbuttoned his pants, and reached inside to grasp his semi-hard erection.
Su Zeyang’s cheeks flushed, and he panted softly against Feng Tianzong’s chest.
Feng Tianzong’s fingers lacked strength, but his movements were meticulous. He massaged Su Zeyang’s cock and balls, then squeezed the slit with his fingertips until he felt Su Yang’s shaft pulsate, becoming even thicker, and precum spilled out.
Su Zeyang called his name, tilting his head back to ask for a kiss. When Feng Tianzong lowered his head to kiss him, he wrapped his arms around Feng Tianzong’s neck and pressed his body tightly against him. Feng Tianzong knew Su Zeyang’s body intimately, and he knew that Su Zeyang wouldn’t be satisfied yet. He held Su Zeyang’s throbbing cock and said, “Get up, take off your pants.”
Su Zeyang got up, straddling Feng Tianzong’s legs, kneeling in front of him. He took off his pants and then unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t dare to sit down, afraid that Feng Tianzong’s current strength wouldn’t be able to bear his weight.
Feng Tianzong continued to gently caress Su Zeyang’s penis with one hand, while the other hand reached behind him. He first inserted one finger into Su Zeyang’s soft hole, then added another, repeatedly pressing into the most sensitive spot inside him.
Su Zeyang was intensely aroused. He hugged Feng Tianzong’s shoulders, his body trembling slightly as he panted continuously.
Feng Tianzong looked up and took one of Su Zeyang’s nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and sucking on it.
After a long time of this, Su Zeyang finally climaxed in his hands.
For the past few days, Su Zeyang had been carrying him while traveling. Now, after his body was satisfied, he felt incredibly tired. He lay silently in Feng Tianzong’s arms, pressing his face tightly against Feng Tianzong’s lower abdomen. Feng Tianzong stroked his hair and said, “If we continue north, that’s Wuhetan.”
Su Zeyang only responded softly after a moment, “Mm.”
Feng Tianzong said, “Wuhetan is fine. Wuhetan isn’t in the Donglin territory. The forces there are tangled and chaotic. Maybe we can hide for a while.”
Su Zeyang said softly, “Let’s cure the poison first.”
Feng Tianzong understood his meaning. No matter what they did later, they had to find a relatively safe place to cure the poison in his body. So he nodded and said, “Let’s go to Wuhetan.”
Su Zeyang didn’t answer. After a while he looked up and saw Feng Tianzong still watching him, gaze soft and overflowing with affection. He couldn’t help catching Feng Tianzong’s hand and pressing it to his own chest. “You seem better today. You don’t want to sleep?”
Feng Tianzong said, “That medicine is invigorating. It’s rare to be so clear-headed. You sleep for a while. I’ll watch over you.”
Su Zeyang lowered his gaze, “Why do you keep watching me?”
Feng Tianzong smiled slightly, “I want to look at you, for as long as I can.”
When the medicine wore off tomorrow, he would likely fall back into unconsciousness, leaving all his weight to Su Zeyang again.
Su Zeyang sighed softly. “Then watch for a lifetime.”
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