PFC Chapter 190 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 190 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Seeing the predatory look in his eyes, Jiang Xiyu tormented him for a long time before finally giving him a half-smile and ordering, "Come here."
"Take off your shoes and socks, don't get my bed dirty."
Yuan Huan quickly took off his shoes and socks, and even went so far as to take off his outer clothes.
As the shadow of invasion loomed over him, Jiang Xiyu didn't even raise his eyes, only smiling as he said, "Kneel down."
Yuan Huan knelt down on one knee without hesitation.
Jiang Xiyu's toes lightly brushed against his knee, then moved away, seemingly close yet distant.
After a long pause, he said with a soft sneer, "You kneel when I tell you to? Where's your wildness?"
That would even be considered somewhat insulting.
Especially for someone like Yuan Huan, who is proud and unruly.
However, in such an ambiguous atmosphere, saying such insulting things is like flirting.
"Wildness?" Yuan Huan smiled nonchalantly, softening his tone as he said, "I only want to be His Majesty's pet eagle."
Can you eat the wild thing if you want it?
Yuan Huan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly for a moment, he clenched his fist and then relaxed it, finally unable to resist wanting to grab the little emperor's foot.
Jiang Xiyu refused, his pupils reflecting Yuan Huan's greedy face.
Yuan Huan missed his target, so every breath and glance seemed to be an invisible plea to him.
Jiang Xiyu's gaze suddenly fell on his neck, where blood flowed out in cruel marks.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs and slowly propping his chin up as he approached Yuan Huan, saying, "You seem to enjoy being tortured so much. Does the harder I hit you, the more excited you get?"
Yuan Huan tilted his head toward the injured side, and the bones seemed to crack.
He stared into Jiang Xiyu's eyes and said seriously, "No one else has this ability. Only Your Majesty's personal action can please me."
Jiang Xiyu sat up slightly and asked, "So you came here specifically to get beaten up? You only feel excited when there's blood?"
He paused, a gentle mockery suddenly playing on his lips, and whispered to Yuan Huan, "How can you be so perverted, Yuan Huan... Yuan Jiuge..."
As she spoke, she traced his handsome features with her eyes. Jiang Xiyu drew out his name, then called out his courtesy name: "Yuan Jiuge, are you crazy?"
Yuan Huan never liked his own calligraphy; he felt it was too elegant.
He likes words that instill fear in others upon hearing them.
However, his family wanted him to be less burly and rough, so they used all their knowledge to come up with this "Nine Songs" for him.
When Yuan Huan heard the young emperor call him that, he felt not annoyed at all, but rather warmed up.
He listened and laughed for a moment, then sighed, "Yeah, Jiuge is a madman."
"None of them have the power to drive me mad; only my Emperor does."
Jiang Xiyu frowned in disdain, reached out and affectionately patted his face, and slowly said, "Who's yours?"
Yuan Huan stared at him, then smoothly changed his words: "Then I am His Majesty's."
As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Xiyu's wrist, nuzzled it with his nose, and sighed softly, "So, Your Majesty, please have mercy on this madman, okay?"
Jiang Xiyu's palm was damp, and she couldn't help but want to pull away.
The eagle refused; once it had the meat in its mouth, it wouldn't let go.
Jiang Xiyu felt itchy and couldn't help but kick him, saying, "Let go, you've gotten me all dirty."
Yuan Huan's voice escaped between breaths, and was very muffled.
He slightly raised his eyelids, glancing furtively, and said, "I'll clean up for His Majesty."
The more composed the young emperor remained, the stronger the suggestive undertones became.
Yuan Huan would not let go.
Jiang Xiyu's fingertips curled up.
In this life-or-death game of chess, Jiang Xiyu's tongue slowly traced between his teeth, as if the taste of galloping through the night wind still lingered there.
That smell ripped away the pretense Jiang Xiyu had been carefully cultivating, and a surge of madness crept up his spine, slowly clouding his mind.
His body screamed, wanting to take revenge on the person in front of him for all that madness.
So Jiang Xiyu asked, "Do you really want to?"
Yuan Huan's breathing became slightly heavy, and he said in a low, hoarse voice, "I want to."
His gaze was fixed on the young emperor's waist and abdomen, and he felt as if he were being tortured.
Jiang Xiyu stepped on him, her long fingers slowly moving towards her own sash.
No matter how much it twists and turns, it cannot escape the fate of being untied.
Jiang Xiyu looked at him as if she wanted to reward the eagle with a piece of meat, then suddenly laughed and instructed him, "Don't be so fierce, take good care of it, understand?"
They would definitely treat it like a precious gem, afraid it would break if held in their hands or melt if kept in their mouths.
The reflection in his pupils lost its disguise, and Yuan Huan said in a hoarse voice, "Your subject obeys."
……
The moon turned overhead at night, startled by the spring scenery, and hid behind the clouds, as if shyly concealing its face.
Before dawn, Yuan Huan reluctantly got out of the bed, which was soaked in a cool fragrance.
He had the young emperor's words before he fell into a deep sleep etched into his mind. He hadn't slept all night. Now, seeing the time, he didn't want to get up, but for the sake of the future, he still had to crawl back.
The young emperor said that if anyone saw him leaving here in disheveled clothes, he could forget about climbing again next time.
Yuan Huan lovingly gathered up the messy clothes for him, then picked up the clothes from the ground and went outside.
The commotion last night was kept low-key, but secrets don't stay hidden forever.
In particular, this tent couldn't conceal any movement at all, and once they sensed something was wrong, the people outside dispersed.
At this moment, Yuan Huan came out and found that there was no one guarding the area around the emperor's tent. Instead, in the distance, the eunuchs were fast asleep, and Zhao Bai and Le Yuan were also guarding the area.
They keenly heard footsteps, and when they opened their eyes, they saw their young master sneaking around, dressing as he headed towards his tent.
The two of them were caught off guard, unsure whether to relax or stay awake. In any case, their sleepiness vanished instantly, and they quickly followed.
The tent flap was opened, and Yuan Huan's shirt was still open at the chest, with bloodstains on his neck, which were smeared all over his body.
Zhao Bai and Le Yuan were stunned when they saw the marks on the ground.
Yuan Huan coldly looked up and saw that the two of them were still pretending to hide their presence. He then ordered, "Prepare water."
It was still early, and the prince looked completely satisfied, showing no signs of sleepiness whatsoever.
Le Yuan looked as if he had stumbled upon something earth-shattering, his face collapsing dramatically.
In contrast to him, Zhao Bai was much calmer. After receiving the order, he dragged Le Yuan out.
Once they were out of sight, Le Yuan asked in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Is...is it what I think?"
Zhao Bai's expression was grave. After a moment, he sighed and said, "Others can't hear you, are you deaf?"
They had practiced martial arts since childhood, and their hearing was already more acute than others due to their experience fighting on the battlefield.
No matter how well they tried to conceal it inside the tent, they still heard it.
Sobbing, moaning...
How pitiful.
Although the Crown Prince was the one breathing the heaviest, this development was truly alarming.
Le Yuan's mind went blank for a long time, then he looked like the sky had fallen and said, "His Majesty bestowed a marriage upon the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince refused. Now he's with a man... the key is that this man is His Majesty! If we go back to Beiyuan, how are we going to explain this to the Prince!"
He stamped his foot in frustration and said, "I knew it all along, His Majesty definitely had feelings for the Crown Prince, but you didn't believe me. Now look what's happened, the Crown Prince has completely slept with His Majesty."
"Keep your voice down, if someone hears us, you and I..."
Zhao Bai made a throat-slitting gesture.
Le Yuan immediately fell silent, his face turning red and his neck bulging from holding it in.
For a long time, he hesitated to speak, but unable to resist his curiosity, he asked one last question in a daze, mumbling, "Your Majesty... he really... isn't broken?"
Zhao Bai: "..."
The two of them immediately turned red.
I don't know if it's broken or not, but it's true that I can't get up.
When Jiang Xiyu regained some consciousness, she felt dizzy and her eyelids were too heavy to open.
Only when the chief eunuch realized that it was really late did he dare to enter the tent alone.
The smell inside hadn't completely dissipated, and he noticed the clothes scattered on the floor. A moment later, the chief eunuch walked to the bedside without changing his expression.
But when he saw the shocking strangulation marks on His Majesty's neck on the bed (the kind of stimulation Xi Yu had requested), he couldn't help but shed tears.
How could this young master be so ungrateful?
The marks on His Majesty's neck are truly horrifying.
Especially since His Majesty's breathing was very light, as if...
The chief eunuch hurriedly and nervously whispered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Jiang Xiyu struggled to lift her eyes, and after seeing who it was, she slowly closed them again.
He wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips, he couldn't make a sound.
The consequence of indulging oneself is that the body is completely dismantled afterwards.
Jiang Xiyu took a long time to recover before hoarsely instructing the chief eunuch to clean it up.
The chief eunuch picked up the clothes from the ground, then lit incense. After finishing everything, he returned and summoned people to personally serve His Majesty as he bathed and changed clothes.
After the bedding on the bed was changed, Jiang Xiyu lay back down.
He couldn't help but curse Yuan Huan as a bastard, but he accidentally touched a sore spot and gasped.
The chief eunuch summoned the physician, who, after taking the pulse, ignored everything and said, "His Majesty has caught a slight cold... Let me prescribe two doses of fever-reducing medicine..."
The two tacitly agreed to leave the tent.
Jiang Xiyu lay on the pillow for a short rest, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Yuan Huan standing in front of the bed, looking serious yet shy. She was immediately furious.
The taste of blood seemed to return to his lips. Jiang Xiyu gritted his teeth and said, "Die and kneel outside."
The voice was weak and powerless, lacking any authority.
Yuan Huan rode his horse around the hunting grounds twice afterward, and after washing up at the appointed time, he hurried over.
Looking at the person on the couch who seemed as soft as spring water, his heart felt as if it had been melted.
Yuan Huan squatted down, grabbed Jiang Xiyu's hand, and slapped himself in the face as if punishing himself.
Jiang Xiyu glared at him, her throat itching so she couldn't help but cough softly.
Seeing this, Yuan Huan scooped the man up from the couch, pulled him into his arms, and gently patted his back. Once the man stopped coughing, Yuan Huan lowered his head and greedily sniffed Jiang Xiyu's neck.
After a long while, he looked at the circle of red marks and seemed to smile slightly, then sighed, "Your Majesty, you are so pitiful..."