RMACAUH Chapter 16
by VolareChapter 16 He saw another… mark on his neck in the mirror.
Feng Yue looked at him and felt a pang of heartache. Xiaofeng must have been very lonely in his previous life, right?
He chose to go to Beichuan with him because he had no home!
If it weren’t for the sudden change in the Prince’s Mansion, he and Wei Xiaofeng would have just been strangers who saw each other every day. In the beginning, he felt more gratitude and guilt towards him.
It wasn’t until later, after slowly understanding him and seeing clearly the clean and pure heart of this *fu lang* who accompanied him, that he gradually developed feelings for him. However, his dilapidated body could only be a burden to him, unable to give him anything.
A wave of bitterness surged into his chest, causing Feng Yue to turn his face away, hiding the tears in his eyes.
“You can go back, don’t worry,” Feng Yue said, taking a deep breath and gently ruffling his hair.
Wei Xiaofeng sat cross-legged, holding his bitter face with both hands, “Alas! I hope so!”
Feng Yue had dinner with him, and then asked Butler Zhao to send Sang Cai to the East Courtyard. Sang Cai was already conscious, but his whole body was still very weak.
Butler Zhao found Wei Xiaofeng a four-wheeled cart to make it easier for him to move around freely.
Sang Cai drooped his eyelids weakly, watching him laboriously drive the four-wheeled cart closer to his bed, and moved his dry, cracked lips: “What happened to your legs?”
“It’s nothing, it’s just that I haven’t carried anyone and walked so far, my feet are all blistered.”
Hearing that it was just blistered skin, Sang Cai was relieved, “I still have to thank you for saving my life.”
“The days ahead are long, there will be plenty of opportunities to thank me in the future, you should take good care of your body first.”
“By the way, where are we?”
Wei Xiaofeng mysteriously leaned close to his ear and said, “This is in the Prince’s Mansion!”
Sang Cai stared with his tired eyes as big as copper bells, “How could it be?”
Wei Xiaofeng waved his hand dismissively: “Don’t worry about it, Brother Feng Yue said, it’s just a short stay, nothing will happen.”
“Brother Feng Yue…” Sang Cai inadvertently glanced at the ambiguous red mark on the side of his neck, his heart tightened, and he pulled over his collar and looked carefully, “Has someone bullied you?”
“Ah? No, who would bully me?”
“Then what’s on your neck… which playboy bit you?”
“No, it was a mosquito bite.”
“It’s already December, where did the mosquitoes come from?”
“Occasionally there will be one or two, right?”
Sang Cai sighed a long sigh, and closed his eyes wearily. Indeed, if he had really met someone with too many tricks, he would have died in the mass grave long ago, and would not be here now.
“Brother Sang Cai, are you tired? Why did you suddenly stop talking? If you’re tired, I won’t disturb you, sleep, sleep.”
“Xiaofeng…”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t trust anyone, when my body gets better, let’s leave here.”
Wei Xiaofeng smiled and nodded: “Then you have to get better quickly!”
“Okay.” Sang Cai looked at him smiling, and couldn’t help but smile along with him. He had smiled so few times in his life that he could count them on five fingers.
He didn’t know what kind of water and rice this Xiaofeng Brother ate, that his smile was so innocent and lovely, making people feel inexplicably happy.
Having seen too many filthy people and things, he realized that the gap between people is so great, some people pave your way with thorns, and some people save you from the sea of suffering.
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The vast and boundless night was filled with white catkins, and the continuous undulating mountains were covered with a shallow layer of white. Tonight was extraordinarily cold, everything was silent, and the heavens and earth seemed to be swallowed by this bottomless darkness.
The women in the Self-Combing Hall had already fallen asleep by the third quarter of the Xu hour (around 9:45 PM), and were not allowed to walk around at will without the order of the Hall Master.
In the cold and dark place, only a few dim red lanterns hung, flickering uncertainly in the cold wind, like a man-eating solitary mountain ghost realm, making people timid from afar.
A few ghostly figures walked out of the darkness, and then quickly and silently disappeared into the darkness.
The Punishment Hall of the Self-Combing Hall was in the innermost room of the entire temple. Although it was close to midnight, there were still miserable screams coming from inside.
A young man was stripped down to only his underwear, his hands were tightly bound by ropes and hung on the beams. His legs, away from the ground, seemed to be stretched. Blood dripped from the inside of his pale skin, forming a large pool of blood on the dim ground.
A dagger was stirring between the young man’s legs, and streams of crimson blood meandered down the executioner’s wrist.
The one qualified to execute the punishment was Sun Hong, the Hall Master of the Self-Combing Hall. Sun Hong was considered a handsome young man when he was young, but because he was played with by a wealthy young master, he suffered all kinds of hardships. He hated because of love, and vowed never to marry for life.
The ever-increasing resentment grew wildly in this dark and corrupt place, making his appearance more and more hideous and mean day by day.
Towards the poor people who were also young men, he used the slogan of sharing the same sickness and taking care of each other, but in reality, he carried out endless exploitation and harsh treatment.
He even engaged in unspeakable flesh trades with wealthy officials and merchants for profit.
If Wei Xiaofeng had not escaped in time, he would have hardly escaped the poisonous hands.
The young man who was hung on the beam and subjected to private torture was sent to those powerful people to play with. He didn’t know whose child he was pregnant with, and was humiliated and demeaned by Sun Hong in such a resentful manner.
“Bitch, bitch! Relying on a bit of beauty, I don’t know how many men’s beds you twisted your dirty body on, you are really a cheap slut ridden by a thousand men and pressed by ten thousand! You are even pregnant with a bastard, are you worthy?”
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The words that were cursed later were too unbearable, and Feng Yue couldn’t bear it any longer. He closed his eyes in disgust and ordered: “Kill him, let him shut his mouth forever.”
Sun Hong heard a low, cold voice coming from outside the window, his heart skipped a beat, and he shouted in panic: “Who? Who’s outside the window!?”
Before he could go out to check, a few figures dressed in night clothes broke into the house. The instinct to survive made him want to escape subconsciously, but he suddenly felt that his body was out of his control, like a marionette unable to move.
Under the faint candlelight, nearly transparent silk threads had bound his limbs and neck at some unknown time, and the person pulling the silk threads was an old man with silver-gray hair and a pale, cold face.
The old man’s voice was sharp, “We are all sad guests in the mortal world, don’t laugh at who is the pitiful person, this old man will send you to the Yellow Spring Road!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver threads whizzed and retracted into his fingertips, and Sun Hong had instantly shattered into pieces of meat and was lifeless.
The dark guard stepped forward and opened the main door of the torture hall. Feng Yue walked into the house with his hands behind his back, and frowned slightly when he saw the pieces of corpse on the ground.
Seeing that Eunuch Yuan was usually silent, bowing and nodding, he was also a ruthless person when he killed.
“Let him down.” It seems he can’t live either.
The dark guard drew his knife with a swoosh and cut off the rope on the young man’s hands. Feng Yue took off his coat and threw it on him, giving him the last bit of dignity.
He gasped for breath, seemingly having something to say.
“Listen to what he wants to say.”
The dark guard leaned forward and listened for a long time before hearing a complete sentence, and then the young man choked and died.
It turned out that this young man had buried two strings of cash under the banyan tree in the front yard. He knew that he could not live, and asked them to dig it out and send it to his old mother with poor eyesight.
This place of filth was set on fire and burned down.
Before leaving, the dark guard dug for a long time under the banyan tree as instructed, but did not find the two strings of cash.
“Don’t dig, this is a layer of new soil, it has already been dug, the money is gone,” Feng Yue sighed in his heart.
The atmosphere was heavy for a while, only the roar of the cold wind whistling through the valley could be heard. The fire at the end was already big, and someone had discovered the fire and called everyone in their sleep.
“Let’s go.”
Feng Yue ordered, and a group of people disappeared silently into this silent mountain range, as if they had never been here.
Back at the mansion, Eunuch Yuan ordered a maid to bring hot water to serve Feng Yue to wash up.
Feng Yue leaned back relaxedly in the tub, listening to the rustling sound outside. Eunuch Yuan lit incense, burned charcoal, and propped up a small window.
“What Eunuch Yuan used, is it the secret killing method lost in the Jianghu, Thousand Machine Silk?”
“Exactly.”
“Where did you learn it from?”
“This old servant accidentally saw it in an ancient book and learned it by himself.”
Thousand Machine Silk requires proficiency in Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art, and the use of a certain internal force to urge the silver silk to set up a killing array. This killing array changes in thousands of ways with the terrain, environment, and characters, and is unpredictable. To be able to learn it by himself, it is no exaggeration to call him a ‘genius’.
“It’s too late today, you should go back and rest earlier.”
“Yes, then this old servant will take his leave first.”
Feng Yue got rid of the chill, and went to Yanyu Pavilion in the East Courtyard wearing only a black silk robe inside and a fox fur cloak.
Wei Xiaofeng was already sound asleep. People with few thoughts won’t wake up even if thunder strikes.
Feng Yue quietly sneaked into his bedroom, took off his cotton shoes, and lay down beside him sideways.
Just looking at him like this, he was really extremely lovely.
Feng Yue couldn’t help but stretch out his fingertip, poked his smooth cheek, and playfully caressed his soft lips inch by inch. Because of that trace of evil thought, his fingertip probed into his slightly opened lips and teeth, entwining his tongue and not letting go.
“Hmm…” Wei Xiaofeng frowned slightly and turned over, the slippery fingertip sliding from the corner of his lips to the root of his ear, leaving a shallow wet mark.
Feng Yue stared straight with his eyes, that evil fire burning more and more intensely in his lower abdomen.
He curled the wet fingertip and brought it to his lips, gently licking it. A thick desire was dyed on his clear eyes, and a layer of scarlet turbidity Shadingspread out in the whites of his eyes.
The man’s breath became heavy and ambiguous in the dim room. The little red mark left on the young man’s neck had faded a little, and he seemed unwilling to suck heavily on the young man’s fair neck again.
This time, he used both hands and feet to trap the young man tightly in his arms, his voice trembling because of the suppressed desire, “Xiaofeng…”
Wei Xiaofeng had a very strange dream. In the dream, a red-hot stone kept chasing him and wouldn’t let him go. He escaped and it chased, and finally he couldn’t escape the disaster. He was pressed down firmly by this red-hot stone, unable to move at all.
He shouted for help in the dream, but no one heard his cry for help. He felt uncomfortable all night, and only felt a slight stinging pain on the side of his neck when he woke up.
When the maid served him to wash up in the morning, he saw another red mark on his neck in the mirror.
He couldn’t help but mutter: “Why are the mosquitoes in your Prince’s Mansion so poisonous? It bit me again and again! If you dare to come again tonight, see if I don’t slap you to death!”
The maid took a glance, her cheeks flushed red, and she shyly buried her head silently to comb his hair.
Suddenly, Wei Xiaofeng smelled the incense burned in the room, and stared with bright eyes in delight, “Is the sister lighting Cold Seclusion?”
The maid nodded with a smile.
“Why don’t you talk?”
The maid shook her head again.
Wei Xiaofeng sighed lightly, feeling bored: “You don’t talk to me, it’s so boring.”
The maid served breakfast and waited in the courtyard, not allowing any irrelevant people to approach here.
After Wei Xiaofeng finished breakfast, he had them push the four-wheeled cart to Sang Cai’s bedroom to see him.
At this time, Sang Cai was leaning against the head of the bed, eating medicinal food bit by bit by himself. When he saw Wei Xiaofeng coming in, the smile on his face spread halfway, and then froze.