Chapter 9#

Yanfeng Male Brothel.

Today, Han Lang was in high spirits and brought all the disciples of Prince Funing’s mansion to a collective whoring trip. Including himself and Hua Rong, there were a total of seventeen people, squeezing around a large table.

The owner simply closed the door to other customers and stood by the table to serve them wholeheartedly, asking, “I wonder what kind of boy the prince wants.”

Han Lang smiled and pointed at Hua Rong with his finger: “Any kind will do, as long as he is better than him.”

Hua Rong quickly and gracefully waved his fan.

Yanfeng was just a second-rate brothel, and the quality of the boys was limited. Every time one came out, Han Lang would shake his head.

In the end, Han Lang said, “Since none of them can compare to Young Master Hua, let’s play with Young Master Hua today. What do you all think?”

Hua Rong’s fan was not waving so gracefully anymore.

It turned out that this was Han Lang’s real intention. The brothel was just a place, a place for everyone to come and whore Hua Rong, the whore.

The disciples began to whisper, with all kinds of expressions, but they all looked at Hua Rong collectively.

Hua Rong raised his eyes and made an indifferent expression.

So Han Lang clapped his hands: “Boss, bring your salt shaker.”

The salt shaker was delivered immediately. Han Lang poured all the salt into a bowl, added a little wine, and mixed it into a paste.

Hua Rong’s back felt cold. He had already guessed what he was going to do, so he took a deep breath.

Sure enough, after mixing the paste, Han Lang came up and tore his clothes.

His upper body was completely naked in public, but Hua Rong didn’t care at all. He puffed out his chest and sat up straight.

Everyone then saw the whip marks on his body, crisscrossing one after another. Most of them had not yet healed, and some were even inflamed.

Han Lang put his hand into the bowl, picked up the salt and wine paste, and carefully applied it to each of his wounds, as if applying medicine for sores.

“Now, please smile, Young Master Hua, and imagine that you are soaking in a hot spring.” Han Lang patted his face.

Hua Rong had no choice but to smile, half-closing his eyes in enjoyment. Layers of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, making him look like he was hot from soaking in a hot spring.

Han Lang stepped back, crossed his arms to admire, and that playful smile appeared again. He said to the crowd, “Do you all understand how to play? Let this prince see who has the most brilliant idea.”

In fact, very few of the disciples were homosexual, but they all lived under Han Lang’s roof, hoping that Han Lang could give them a good future, so they didn’t want to go against his wishes.

The first one who wanted to show off stood up, tore off Hua Rong’s pants with a whoosh, and with his palm full of the salt and wine paste, began to play with his private parts.

“Please cry, Young Master Hua, cry with joy.” He said, imitating Han Lang’s playful tone.

Crying was not Hua Rong’s strong suit, but he finally squeezed out a few tears and forced himself to cry with joy.

The stroking of his lower body continued. The coarse salt had already ground into his skin, breaking it.

That person said again: “Now please smile purely, Young Master Hua, and imagine that your childhood sweetheart is right in front of you.”

Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, and in extreme pain, he made a difficult gesture: “May I ask what is purity?”

Han Lang laughed loudly: “Our little Rongrong doesn’t know what purity is. Well, you must have a childhood sweetheart, imagine he is right in front of you.”

Hua Rong’s face suddenly became serious, but only for a moment. In a flash, he recovered and smiled, making a gesture: “Reporting to the prince, no, Hua Rong has been fucked around since he was a child.”

“Young Master Hua refuses your request, so you have to find a way to make him willing.”

Han Lang crossed his arms and stepped back.

With the imperial edict, that person became even more presumptuous. He pulled Hua Rong off the stool and made him lie on his back on the ground, with his private parts facing the sky.

There was not much salt and wine paste left on his palm, and the person was bored with stroking. The boss quickly handed over another jar of salt.

Another disciple came up, first hit Hua Rong’s laughing acupoint, and then used the bone and muscle separating hand.

Hua Rong then began to laugh, laughing silently and crazily, his body twisting on the ground. All the whip marks burst open, and blood flowed all over the floor.

All the doors in the small building were opened, and all the boy servants and maids opened their eyes wide, watching how he was in pain and happy at the same time.

It was really funny, extremely funny.

Hua Rong laughed until he cried, and he might even be prepared to laugh until he bled.

At the wine table, someone finally spoke up and slammed the wine cup down heavily.

It was Lin Luoyin, one of the disciples of Prince Funing’s mansion.

Han Lang gave him a deep look, his arms still tightly crossed, and said, “Continue.”

So the game continued.

Lin Luoyin stood up and walked closer step by step, taking off his long robe as he walked.

The moment the clothes were wrapped around his body, Hua Rong was still laughing, laughing upside down. A mouthful of blood rushed up, so he quickly turned his head and spat it on the ground, not dirtying Lin Luoyin’s clothes.

Lin Luoyin looked at him, then slowly turned to look at Han Lang: “No matter who he is, he is still a person, and he still has human dignity. The prince should not treat him like this.”

Hua Rong’s laughing acupoint was not released, and upon hearing this, he laughed even more crazily. The people in the building also burst into laughter.

The smile on Han Lang’s face slowly faded. He stepped forward and squatted down, raising Lin Luoyin’s chin with one hand: “If I can’t play with him, how about playing with you? Are you willing to save him and redeem him?”

Lin Luoyin looked back at him, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and one hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. The disciples looked at each other. Liunian had already appeared silently, his weapon held firmly in his hand.

Hua Rong’s hand stretched out and made a gesture between them: “Don’t joke, my lord. How can this kind of person compare to me? He’s a stubborn fool, not the material for a bottom at all. What’s so fun about him?”

The smile returned to Han Lang’s face, and he refused to let go of Lin Luoyin’s chin.

Lin Luoyin’s fingers flicked, and the ominous sword had already been unsheathed with a clang.

“General Dingyuan, the position left by the late Su Tang, will belong to Hero Lin from today.” At the most tense moment, Han Lang suddenly spoke, withdrew his hand and stood up straight: “General Lin will go to the northern border tomorrow to guard the northern fortress for the emperor.”

“The north is bitterly cold, and the foreign tribes are constantly harassing. This is a hard and unprofitable job. Of course, General Lin can refuse.”

The moment Lin Luoyin looked up, Han Lang said again, flicked his sleeve and left the brothel.

It was already the middle of the night when he returned to his residence. That damn person still hadn’t released Hua Rong’s acupoint, so Hua Rong had to continue laughing, laughing so hard that his branches and flowers trembled.

Hua Gui looked at him, looking up and down with contempt: “A person who is used to being whored, just went to a brothel once and was a top, there’s no need to laugh like that.”

Hua Rong came up and kicked him, making a gesture: “Who’s the top? I’m not. I prefer to be a bottom. The tops are like flowing water, and the bottoms are like iron. Only by being a bottom can one last forever.”

Hua Gui was so angry that he stumbled. Just as he was about to say something to choke him, someone knocked on the door.

The door was open, and knocking was just a courtesy. After knocking, Lin Luoyin stepped in.

After entering the door, he pointed his finger at Hua Rong’s laughing acupoint, hesitating a little: “Everyone’s acupoint-hitting technique is different. I may not be able to release it, and I might even hurt you.”

Hua Rong made a gesture, indicating that he would rather die than laugh again.

So Lin Luoyin circulated his true qi and pressed down with one finger.

The laughing acupoint was released at the sound. Hua Rong’s body leaned forward and staggered forward, stopping just before he fell into Lin Luoyin’s arms.

He made a gesture, which Lin Luoyin already recognized, saying: “Thank you.”

Lin Luoyin shook his head, indicating that there was no need to thank him, and asked, “Are you all right?”

Hua Rong made a gesture, and Hua Gui translated in a shrill voice: “My master said that a bottom has his virtues, and the first great virtue of being a bottom is to be able to withstand abuse.”

This sentence left Lin Luoyin speechless. Hua Gui had to smooth things over and said, “I’ll go get some wine and food. Hero Lin, you can educate my master some more.”

Hua Rong made another gesture: “By the way, congratulations to General Lin. The prince wants to choose an upright person to guard the border this time, and Hero Lin is the best choice.”

Lin Luoyin gave a bitter smile, seeming unwilling to talk about this topic anymore, so he asked him, “The wine I drank here last time was different. I don’t know what it’s called.”

Hua Gui translated according to Hua Rong’s gesture: “Strong wine with green plums and dried orchids. The name of the wine is ‘Can’t Say’.”

“Unspeakable, the name of the wine is Unspeakable.” Hua Rong quickly corrected, dipping his finger in water and writing on the table word by word: “Un-speak-able.”

“Unspeakable… a good name!” Lin Luoyin smiled: “A taste that cannot be described in words is indeed appropriate.”

Hua Rong was silent.

The late autumn wind blew in through the door, the candlelight flickered, and the two looked at each other and smiled. At that moment, the scene suddenly became a little ambiguous.

A trace of unspeakable ambiguity.

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For several consecutive days, Liuyun still couldn’t find out the background of the assassin. Han Lang simply ordered all the eunuchs and maids serving the emperor to be replaced and secretly killed.

In Han Lang’s view, someone must have leaked some information from the palace, which led to this result. The emperor’s side could not be neglected. And there were some things that he was still helpless about.

“The emperor refuses to eat.” Liuyun reported.

Han Lang closed his eyes and shook his head.

“The emperor said that he will not hold court tomorrow morning.” Liuyun continued to report.

Han Lang still closed his eyes and shook his head, with fine sweat on his forehead.

Liunian took the opportunity to wink at Liuyun. Liuyun was also very sensible, pursed his lips and simply stopped talking. These days, Han Lang didn’t eat much and slept less and less, and his complexion was not very good.

After a moment of silence—

“Master…” Liuyun and Liunian called out in unison.

Han Lang raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes, smiling slightly: “What’s the matter?”

“Does the master really want to ask the emperor to grant amnesty to the eldest young master?” Han Lang knew that their eldest young master referred to Han Yan.

Han Lang nodded.

Liunian and Liuyun looked at each other and kowtowed together: “Please think twice, master.”

Han Lang rested his chin on his hand and glanced at the imperial edict of amnesty that had already been drawn up: “People who like to think twice have only two results. One is still being trampled under my feet, unable to turn over; the other is that there is not much fun in this life.”

Han Lang paused here, “Unfortunately, the imperial edict of amnesty has not yet been issued, and my elder brother has already escaped from the place of exile.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flicked his right middle finger, and the writing brush flew towards the kneeling Liuyun. Liuyun hurriedly reached out to catch it. Unfortunately, he only caught half of it, and the other half had been cut off by Liunian’s sword. The reaction of these two boys had improved again.

After nodding with satisfaction, Han Lang looked thoughtfully at the yellow silk scroll of the imperial edict, and the sweat on his back began to pour out again. The last feather of Han Yan in the court, Su Tang, had also been plucked by him.

This escape, did Han Yan have any other tricks up his sleeve?

“Liunian, help me order a bath. Liuyun, you go and rest.” Han Lang simply stopped thinking about it and decided to enjoy himself in time.

The two of them took their orders and withdrew from the study, but they stopped at the door.

“Master, Young Master Hua Rong is coming this way.”

Han Lang smiled playfully: “Leave the door open and let him come in by himself.” The sweat on his back had already soaked his robe.

Hua Rong really came in without being invited, fanning himself and pretending to be elegant, bowing and saluting.

Han Lang blinked and showed his signature playful smile: “Young Master Hua is indeed the number one bottom in the world. You’ve recovered your spirits so quickly?”

Hua Rong made a gesture, expressing that he was very pleased with Han Lang’s praise.

“If I had known you liked being abused so much, I should have made you wear a salt-water-soaked shirt that was one size smaller than you, naked. After the wet clothes clung to your wounds, I would have ordered someone to dry them quickly. As soon as the clothes were dry, I would have quickly torn them off, which would definitely tear off a layer of your skin.” Han Lang said cheerfully, “Are you interested? Why don’t we try it later?”

Hua Rong looked at Han Lang without fear of death and nodded: “As long as the prince is happy.”

At this time, Liunian entered the room with a strange expression and reported that the guard said that someone had sent a gift and threatened that it was very important and must be presented to the prince.

Han Lang was not as afraid of death as the rumors said. He told Hua Rong to bring the gift back.

After a while, Hua Rong brought back a cage. There was a bird in the cage. It was a lonely lovebird.

A small paper scroll was hanging from the bird’s neck.

Han Lang told Liunian to open the cage, catch the bird, and take down the paper scroll.

“Food has no taste, sleep does not come at night, and medicine cannot cure.” Liunian read softly.

When Hua Rong heard this, his face changed, and he reluctantly gestured: “I don’t know which lover sent love sickness to the prince, congratulations!”

Han Lang narrowed his eyes, rushed down from the desk, snatched the paper, carefully identified the handwriting, and shook his head: “Not a lover, but an enemy. This bird was sent by my elder brother Han Yan.”

“Elder brother…” After reading these two words, he sneered, and his fingers touched the imperial edict of amnesty, his face began to be uncertain.