Chapter 6#
Hua Jinian screamed, his body bounced up, and then collapsed backward onto the bed. He tried to resist the man on top of him with both hands and feet, but his waist was gripped even harder. Pulled out completely, then thrust in to the root. Hua Jinian couldn’t say a word, only trembling and covering his eyes, whimpering in pain. The inner wall was constantly brought out of the body by the surging offensive, its bright color exposed in the candlelight. Hua Qianjue felt his member being tightly wrapped as the boy trembled more and more violently, constantly swallowed into the depths of the hot passage. Under extreme pleasure, sweat haloed over his slanted sword eyebrows and gathered on his eyelids. His eyes were half-open with difficulty, but the corner of his mouth raised into an evil smile, complaining in a low voice: “Relax.”
As he spoke, he held Hua Jinian’s desperately pushing hands tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he took the Nu’er Hong from the side again, drank a few mouthfuls, and fed the wine to the boy mouthful by mouthful. Hua Jinian closed his lips tightly and shook his head desperately, but was pried open bit by bit. Mouthful after mouthful, until all the warm and fragrant liquor slid down his throat. Only then did he indulge in the seemingly non-existent warm drunkenness again, his body losing control once more. He heard a faint smile: “Good, just like this, relax… You can bite again when I leave.” He felt that scorching hot thing burning his inner wall, numbing, scorching, huge. In his drunkenness, he began to moan softly. His two legs were held by a person, wrapped around that person’s waist. Waves after waves, he felt like a boat on the tip of the waves, shaking and shaking, unable to grasp anything, unable to do anything, except moaning and choking, hugging that person’s neck, and then wrapping his legs tighter around his waist…
Hua Jinian heard that person constantly praising with a light laugh. In a trance, he seemed to be tossed about by that person in hundreds of postures. The scorching hot flow stored in the passage was squeezed out bit by bit again, falling on the bed sheet. The aroma of Nu’er Hong was still permeating, mixed with the bitter and chaotic breath. In his dizzy drunkenness, his hands tightly wrapped around that person’s neck, stroking the strong back muscles exposed when that person’s outer shirt was messy. Sweat was sticky, skin was hot, hair was entangled. The obscene sound of flesh colliding was endless. The sweaty, firm and bulging back muscles rose and fell under his palms.
“Good boy.” He heard that person’s sigh falling softly on his ear, so he sobbed and moaned. The muscles in his lower abdomen convulsed for a while, and his eyes were illuminated by white light. Then clarity and drunkenness struggled again in the long night.
After the clouds and rain dispersed, Hua Qianjue took out the nine-linked ring from his bosom and placed it in the boy’s weak palm: “Awarded to you. ‘A clever hand can solve the linked rings’, you are smart enough. Do you like it?”
As he spoke, he took the black outer robe from the side, covered Hua Jinian with it, and clapped his hands. Several maids walked into the room with their heads lowered, tidied up the bed, and then helped Hua Jinian out. Wuhuan Pavilion had welcomed and sent away countless beauties, but no one had ever been able to stay overnight here. Presumably, tonight was no exception.
After the banquet dispersed, Tianxiang began to look for her Little Young Master everywhere. The more she couldn’t find him, the more worried and anxious she became. When she found the Xiangling Pavilion where male favorites and female actresses were housed in the fortress, she suddenly heard a muffled sound. Anxious with worry, she hurriedly searched over and peeked through the crack of the door to see several maids lying in the dim hall. A young man in a black robe stood barefoot with his back to the window.
Tianxiang recognized that figure at a glance, cheered in her heart, walked into the pavilion in a few steps, and reached out to pat that person’s shoulder. Just then, a bright blade light flashed past. That person didn’t even turn his head and attacked backward with a move. Tianxiang was greatly shocked, staggered to avoid the attack, and exclaimed: “Little Young Master, it’s me!” That person seemed to have gone crazy. It was unknown where he found the knife. His hands were still weak and limp, but every move left no way of retreat, all fighting with the intention of perishing together. Tianxiang dodged awkwardly for a while, her sleeve corner cut by the small knife. Finally, she scolded angrily with tears in her eyes: “Young Master, whoever made you angry, go fight him desperately. Why lose your temper at me!”
Hua Jinian’s hand paused and finally stopped there. The bright moonlight shone into the room, illuminating his face from which the mask had been removed. Tianxiang felt that the young man in front of her had changed a bit, but she didn’t know what was wrong. His eyes were still calm, without even a ripple, but she always felt that those dark eyes like lacquer were dead. The originally occasionally lively expression was also dead. But there was something else between his handsome features. There were traces of something akin to charm at the corners of his eyes and brows. Unknown who carved it there. In the desolate moonlight, the concave arc of the corner of his eye was covered with a slanting upward shadow. His lips were unusually bright red. There was a faint sweet fragrance on his body, a bit like twenty-year-old Nu’er Hong.
Hua Jinian smiled. There seemed to be murderous intent in the smile, or perhaps he just pulled the corners of his mouth. He sighed: “You are right. I am not targeting you. I just…” He didn’t say more. The black outer robe was rolled up by the wind, revealing his bare calves, thin and strong. The inner side was stained with liquid of ambiguous color. The candle flames in the surrounding lanterns seemed to flicker slightly: “I don’t know who that person is. Maybe he has already left the fortress. But I must kill him. Sister Tianxiang, watch—”
He didn’t say anything more. He covered his face with both hands. That was disgust and despair from the deepest part of his heart. At this age, it is the time for any young man to have soaring aspirations and strike the sky like an eagle. Tempering and growing during the green years like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, holding scrolls and iron swords, climbing the highest mountain peak. Let alone him.
But at this moment, he stood in the night, in the shadows, covering his face hard with both hands, his shoulders trembling, crying in the most silent way. Pride was humiliated by fate in the most cruel and ridiculous way, but he couldn’t say anything—
Tianxiang was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling a severe pain in her heart. She advised softly: “Little Young Master, what exactly happened? Tell Sister Tianxiang.” Hua Jinian choked with a crying tone and smiled bitterly: “I am fine. Nothing happened to me. I just feel hatred… feel disgusted, feel ridiculous. I am fine.” Speaking of this, he seemed to really think of something funny. He took out a glittering gold nine-linked ring from his bosom and smiled: “Sister Tianxiang, look… he gave this. Growing up so big, this is the first time I received something from him. In the past, I always looked forward to it foolishly… finally looked forward to it, but didn’t know it would be in this way.”
As he spoke, he laughed so hard that he couldn’t catch his breath. He reached out and threw the nine-linked ring into the pool outside the window. The golden light sank slowly in the pool water like a ray of light, submerged. He managed to stop his somewhat hoarse laughter with difficulty, hunched over, covering his lower abdomen. Tianxiang saw that his exposed neck was covered with bruises and took a step back in fright. Hua Jinian was silent, staring at the woman with slightly messy hair in front of him for a while, and sighed softly: “Help me get a bucket of hot water.”