RMACAUH Chapter 62
by VolareChapter 62 Chapter 62 We are all Princes, why are you so miserable?……
After rushing about for so many days, Feng Xilan finally got a good night’s sleep. When he woke up, he found someone sitting by the bed, arms folded and eyes closed, resting.
“Si Mo…” He had just woken up, his voice a little nasal and lazy.
Si Mo opened his eyes with a smile and looked at him: “It’s already dark. You’ve been asleep for almost two hours.”
Feng Xilan propped himself up and stretched, feeling refreshed all over: “Maybe I’ve been too tired these past few days. I haven’t slept so soundly in a long time.”
He had never slept peacefully in the palace before, always plagued by nightmares.
Si Mo got up and lit the candles, illuminating the room.
At this moment, a maid outside knocked on the door: “Esteemed guests, my master has prepared a banquet in the front hall. Would you like to come over now?”
“Bring a basin of hot water.”
“Yes.”
Soon the maid brought the hot water. Si Mo dismissed the maid and soaked a cloth for Feng Xilan, handing it to him: “You just woke up, wipe your face to freshen up.”
Feng Xilan thought he wanted to use the water, but he didn’t expect it was for him. He was stunned for a moment, unsure how to react.
Seeing him dazed, Si Mo wiped his face himself and placed the cloth on the edge of the copper basin.
“Thank you,” Feng Xilan came back to his senses, his cheeks slightly hot. He shouldn’t have troubled him to do this. “You don’t have to do these things in the future. I can do them myself.”
Si Mo didn’t answer him, only saying: “Let’s go to the front hall first. Si Qianliu is still waiting.”
“Okay.”
The two of them went to the front hall one after the other. Even from far down the corridor, they could hear the sound of silk and bamboo instruments, as well as men’s hearty laughter, mingling in the brightly lit area, creating a scene of extravagance.
The maid carefully carried the lantern in front, lighting the way for them, and led them to the front hall.
As soon as they entered, Si Qianliu stood up abruptly from his armchair, displaying the forthright manner of a military general. He pushed aside the dancers in the center, grabbed Si Mo, and said with great enthusiasm: “Come, come, virtuous nephew, take a seat!”
After speaking, he went to pull Feng Xilan, but Feng Xilan glared at him. Before his fat fingertips could touch his sleeve, they were pricked back.
Feng Xilan took a seat in the first position on the lower left, ignoring how Si Qianliu treated Si Mo.
Besides the two of them, there were also several of Si Qianliu’s most trusted subordinates at the banquet, secretly sizing up Feng Xilan with various expressions.
But because his eyebrows were cold and frosty, and he didn’t look like someone who was easy to approach, no one dared to provoke him, lest they be treated unkindly.
Si Qianliu kept toasting him, lowering his voice to joke: “This Prince Xilan has quite the fiery temper. Can virtuous nephew handle him?”
“Uncle doesn’t understand. This kind of fiery temper is just right. When the whip comes down, it’s both fierce and painful, skin torn and flesh split, as if it’s opened up the Ren and Du meridians, making you feel comfortable all over, like you’re in heaven.”
Si Qianliu was shocked: “You have this kind of fetish?”
“If uncle likes it, the three of us can be together tonight. I guarantee his little whip will send you soaring to the seventh heaven, making you feel refreshed all over.”
“Go, go, go… I’m not into that! Drink, drink!”
Si Mo narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. He pretended to drink, his tone rather regretful: “That’s a pity.”
“There’s nothing to pity. I have plenty of beauties.”
Feng Xilan glanced at Si Mo’s smile, thinking: “What bad idea is he thinking of to make people happy again?”
The songs and dances were unbearably vulgar and uninteresting. Feng Xilan had eaten a lot of pastries in the room before and didn’t drink any wine, fearing something might go wrong, so he only ate some dishes.
Towards the end, Si Qianliu ordered the maid to bring his treasured wines and delicacies, with the intention of getting them drunk.
Si Mo’s face turned pale, one hand propping his forehead, eyes closed, motionless. He didn’t show it on his face, but Feng Xilan felt a little uncomfortable seeing it.
He must have drunk too much and was feeling unwell.
Seeing that the banquet wouldn’t end for a while, the dance troupes were changed batch after batch, with no repeats, but the clothes became less and less each time.
Some, emboldened by the alcohol, went up and hugged the dancers, kissing and biting them, which was quite an eyesore.
The scene was chaotic. Two beautiful dancers boldly swayed their bodies and came to Si Mo’s side. Just as their soft, boneless hands were about to reach into his collar, Si Mo grabbed their wrists and flung them away with skillful force.
The dancers fell to the ground, looking resentful. It seemed that this young man was handsome and unparalleled, his eyebrows and eyes full of amorous feelings, but he was so unromantic, not knowing how to cherish women.
Si Qianliu laughed loudly, hugging the dancer on the other side, who was frightened and pale, and teased: “Don’t be afraid, beauty. Let’s ignore this stubborn guy. Don’t look at how handsome he is, he’s someone who doesn’t understand romance at all. It’s useless for a man to be handsome. Look at me, I know your good qualities! My big treasure can’t take it anymore…”
Si Mo secretly rolled his eyes. What a disgusting, greasy thing! He would chop off that thing of his and feed it to the dogs one day.
“Uncle, I think it’s getting late. I’ll go back to the room with Feng Xilan to rest first. You guys have fun.”
“Hey! What’s the hurry? We haven’t finished drinking!”
“We’ve had enough to drink!”
“Uncle will give you something good to eat.”
“Isn’t this good enough?” Si Mo smiled, emotions surging in his heart, his fists clenched tightly, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from rushing up and beating him up.
Keep your heart as clear as ice, don’t be alarmed by the collapse of the sky, remain calm amidst all changes, and keep your spirit serene.
Si Mo took a deep breath. A small impatience will ruin great plans. He couldn’t move, couldn’t move.
Si Qianliu took out a white porcelain bottle and poured wine into both of their cups. He carefully poured two white pills from the porcelain bottle. The pills dissolved immediately in the water, colorless and tasteless.
Si Qianliu handed one of the cups to him: “Finish it, and you can go back and rest.”
“What’s this?”
Si Qianliu drank his own cup and smiled sinisterly: “It’s naturally something good. Would uncle harm you?”
Si Mo cursed inwardly. What a dog thing with a dirty mind! How could he have the nerve to say this to him? Had he harmed him less often?!
“I appreciate uncle’s kindness, but I’m not lucky enough to enjoy it.”
Si Qianliu’s expression changed instantly. “Si Mo, you’re not giving uncle face! I drank it, how can you not drink it? It seems that you’re not sincere in coming here to cooperate.”
Si Mo was annoyed. If he didn’t drink this cup of wine tonight, Si Qianliu wouldn’t let him and Feng Xilan leave easily. There was no point in negotiating further, lest he waste his energy. So he raised his glass, tilted his head, and drank the wine in the cup.
“So, can I leave now?”
Si Qianliu smiled lewdly, solemnly patted his shoulder: “You believe uncle, this is guaranteed to be a good thing. It’ll make you feel like an immortal tonight! Hehe~ Go on!”
Si Mo turned and left his seat, his steps a little unsteady. Feng Xilan stepped forward and supported him: “Are you okay?”
Si Mo saw him, his smile a little silly: “I’m, I’m okay, let’s go out first.”
Feng Xilan helped him out of the hall. In the corridor, Si Mo suddenly pushed him away and squatted in a corner of the garden, vomiting cleanly.
“Si Mo!”
“Don’t come over, it’s dirty.”
Feng Xilan saw that he could slowly support himself and stand up, so he didn’t go over.
It wasn’t until Si Mo walked over that Feng Xilan saw his face was unusually red, the veins on his forehead bulging, and his breathing was heavy.
“I’ll support you.”
When he walked over, Si Mo let him support him, the two of them very close to each other. Si Mo’s body was unstable, and in the stumble, his nose accidentally touched his neck. The clear fragrance of the ge’er was inhaled into his nose, as if adding fuel to the fire.
The summer clothes were thin, and the changes in Si Mo’s body were so undisguised in Feng Xilan’s eyes.
“Si Qianliu put an aphrodisiac in my wine. Although I vomited the wine, the effect of the medicine can’t be removed.”
Feng Xilan didn’t know where to put his eyes, only feeling that his body temperature was transmitted to him from the skin they touched, burning fiercely.
“Feng Xilan, I can’t control it… Don’t be angry with me.”
Feng Xilan’s face was flushed red: “I’m not angry, don’t talk.”
“Oh.”
Feng Xilan struggled to help him to the bed and turned to ask them to bring water.
Before the cloth could be wrung dry, there was a commotion outside the door. They had locked the door from the outside.
Feng Xilan immediately dropped the cloth and went forward to pull the door. The heavy door shook symbolically a few times, and the lock outside rattled.
He kicked the door in anger and turned to check on Si Mo, only feeling that he was completely red, his neck and chest a scarlet color.
“Si Mo! Si Mo, wake up!”
Si Mo was still conscious at this time, warning: “You, if you don’t want to… stay away from me.”
Feng Xilan’s heart skipped a beat, and unpleasant memories flooded his mind. He actually retreated several steps, not daring to go forward.
Si Mo staggered, washed his face with the water that was brought, turned and took a few steps, staggering and falling to the ground.
At this time, his ears were ringing, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward. Swelling pain and itching were like ants crawling into his body, constantly gnawing at his sanity.
In order to alleviate this kind of pain, he couldn’t care about shame, his palm tightly gripping that evil root, single-mindedly wanting to reach that realm of supreme bliss.
After jīng shì once, Si Mo’s mind was clearer and his body wasn’t so uncomfortable.
“Feng Xilan…”
Feng Xilan covered his ears, his face red, vaguely hearing Si Mo calling him, he slowly lowered his hands. It was indeed calling him.
Feng Xilan swallowed hard, picking up a vase and cautiously approaching him.
“Si Mo, are you still awake?”
Seeing him holding the vase, Si Mo’s face turned pale and then white: “You should tie me up.”
“Tie, tie where?”
“Tie my hands.” Si Mo brought his wrists together and handed them to him.
Feng Xilan took his belt and tied his hands to the bed leg.
“Is it okay for you to sleep on the floor?”
“The floor is, cool… I like it.”
“You, if you like it, that’s good.” With that, Feng Xilan lowered the bed curtains, curled up in the corner, biting his nails, staring blankly, waiting for dawn.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
By midnight, Feng Xilan hadn’t heard any sound. Before, Si Mo was breathing so heavily, seeming to be in great pain, so why was there no sound now?
Feng Xilan opened the curtain and looked, finding that he had passed out, soaked all over, his thin clothes clinging to his body, especially there, congested and purple, swollen and unbearable, filled with yín? Mí thoughts that were inexplicably heartbreaking to look at.
There was still some water left, Feng Xilan wet the cloth and wiped the sweat from his body, wanting him to be refreshed and comfortable.
The cool touch woke Si Mo from a brief coma. He saw Feng Xilan right in front of him, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper: “Feng Xilan, I’m so uncomfortable, help me, help me…”
Feng Xilan looked at his tearful plea, and his originally not-so-soft heart softened a little: “Si Mo, do you know what you’re saying?”
Si Mo gasped, unable to resist this inhuman torment, choking: “I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to… I don’t want to be like this, but I’m uncomfortable, too uncomfortable!”
Feng Xilan saw the blood marks rubbed out on his wrists, the straps already digging into his flesh. Si Mo was not someone who couldn’t endure pain.
If he couldn’t endure pain and torment, perhaps he would have ended himself long ago. It seemed that the medicine was extremely strong, no longer an ordinary medicine that could be endured with a little patience.
“What exactly did Si Qianliu give you?!” Feng Xilan pulled out his dagger and cut the bonds on his hands that had become a dead knot.
Si Mo’s hands were free, and he lost his mind, pushing Feng Xilan to the ground, rubbing against each other, but it was only drinking poison to quench thirst, to no avail.
Feng Xilan hugged him in confusion, without the revulsion he had imagined, but filled with anxiety and fear.
He didn’t resist, but it allowed Si Mo’s thoughts to temporarily clear: “You should knock me out with the vase, Feng Xilan… Feng Xilan.”
Si Mo’s low call echoed in his ear. He was only hugging Feng Xilan, lightly rubbing against him, not even daring to kiss him.
“I really like you, I will never hurt you again.” After speaking, he grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the side and stabbed himself in the arm, the pain able to clear his mind, and letting blood could also relieve the medicine in his body.
Seeing that he was about to stab himself a second time, Feng Xilan snatched the dagger from his hand, his eyes red, and scolded angrily: “Are you crazy!”
“I… I’m like this, I can be a little clearer, don’t be afraid, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Feng Xilan helped him back to the bed and found a clean cloth to bandage his wound.
Looking at the time, it was about two watch at this time. If this continued, Si Mo would lose half his life even if he didn’t die.
Because of the blood loss, the heat in his body decreased, and Si Mo only felt a little better.
Feng Xilan looked at his embarrassed appearance. Suddenly, he found that things he couldn’t forgive in the past were no longer so heavy and important.
People cannot stick to the rules and not know how to be flexible. Si Mo, because he didn’t want to hurt him, was willing to hurt himself. He was no longer the person he had known in the beginning.
“Um, Si Mo, or, can we try?”
Feng Xilan couldn’t say anything more explicit. His pride made this the limit of what he could express.
Si Mo’s mind was dizzy at this time, and he didn’t understand what he was saying: “What, try?”
“You…” Feng Xilan turned over in annoyance, lying on the side, ignoring him: “Do what you want.”
Suddenly, there was no sound in the room except for the rise and fall of their breathing intertwined.
If it weren’t for his breathing, Feng Xilan would have thought he was really dead.
Suddenly Si Mo moved, turned over, and tentatively put an arm around his waist. Seeing that he didn’t resist, he slowly pressed against his back. He also didn’t resist, so his dry lips touched the back of his neck.
Feng Xilan shrugged his shoulders, but still didn’t push him away.
So Si Mo became bolder, and dense kisses fell like raindrops. He turned Feng Xilan’s body over and pressed down. The gentle breeze and light rain before became bigger and bigger, and soon turned into a storm, which did not stop for a long time.
*
Feng Xilan and Si Mo stayed in Beiguan Pass for three days. It was not advisable to stay long. After reaching an agreement with Si Qianliu, they left and rushed back to Dali.
The journey was another two days and three nights. Si Mo first sent him back to the villa where he was temporarily living in the city.
There was a kind of unspoken understanding between the two of them. Although no one mentioned what happened that night, their interactions were no longer so sharp.
“You rest well, I’ll go back to the Library Pavilion first, you…” Si Mo wanted to ask him if he would come to the Library Pavilion to see him tomorrow, but he couldn’t ask the question when it came to his lips.
“You go quickly, it’s been quite a few days since you came out. If they find out, I’m afraid it will give you away.” With that, Feng Xilan led the horse into the courtyard and simply closed the door.
Si Mo stared at the closed door for a long time before jumping on the horse and turning to leave the villa.
Feng Xilan leaned against the door, listening to the movement outside. Knowing that he had left, the tense string gradually relaxed.
Qingya heard the movement and came to the courtyard with a candle. Seeing that it was their young prince who had returned, he was overjoyed.
“Oh, heavens, young prince, you’ve finally come back!!”
Feng Xilan led the horse to the stables in the backyard and asked, “Has anyone come looking for me these past few days?”
“Yes.” Qingya felt chills all over when he thought of it now, a coldness behind his back. “You don’t know, it scared me to death!”
Feng Xilan glanced at him: “Look at your uselessness!”
“His Royal Highness the heir brought several followers over, saying he wanted to take you back. I tried hard to stop him, saying that if the heir forced his way in, with our young prince’s temper, he would rather end his life than go back with him.”
“Then Si Ming left?”
“Yes, he left quite quickly. His Royal Highness the heir really doesn’t care about you at all in his heart.”
Feng Xilan sneered: “What is he? Does this prince need him to care about me?”
“Yes, yes, young prince is absolutely right!” Qingya was afraid that he would overthink it and hurt his mind. Fortunately, their young prince had always taken it lightly.
“Go prepare a bucket of hot water, I want to bathe.”
“Okay, I’ll go prepare it.”
Qingya quickly prepared the hot water and had the guards carry it in.
Feng Xilan didn’t let Qingya serve him. He took off his clothes and sat in the tub. The ambiguous traces of that night were still lingering on his body, the fierceness and emotions that Feng Xilan dared not recall.
Si Mo had no one to serve him. When he returned, he just went into the lake. The summer nights in Nan Zhao were not that hot. After diving for a while, Si Mo felt a little cool. He didn’t play for long before putting on his clothes and going ashore.
That night, Si Mo developed a fever, burning dizzy, and no one noticed.
If Feng Xilan hadn’t gone to see him the next afternoon, he might have died of illness in the Library Pavilion.
Feng Xilan quickly told Qingya to call a doctor and glanced at the food box on the table. The food inside was cold, proving that someone had come to deliver food.
Si Mo was lying on the couch, not getting up. Weren’t those people going to come and take a look? No matter what, he was still a prince!
So, no one really cared about whether he lived or died.
Feng Xilan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, sitting on the bed and changing the forehead cloth for him, whispering: “We are all Princes, why are you so miserable? Miserable big clumsy dog.”