Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Feng Ming woke up early to the sweet sound of singing birds. For Feng Ming, the most exciting thing about coming to this backwards era was the fact that nature had not been destroyed by humans yet. The sights of flowers and sounds of birds always touched his heart.

People who had not experienced city life surrounded by modern steel forests would probably not be as touched as Feng Ming.

“Awake?”

“Nn...” Feng Ming opened his eyes and his lazy tone immediately changed to a confused one. “Ah?”

He was currently lying on top of Rong Tian’s wide and sexy chest.

His butt was facing upwards and his face laid on the other’s chest, as if the dignified king of Xi Lei was his mattress.

This was a habit he had become accustomed to. He did not even feel a hint of shame, however… “Why did I sleep on you?”

Rong Tian looked at him funny before returning his question with another. “Should you be the one asking me?” His bright and clear pupils looked on, while his large hand caressed and grabbed on to a certain person’s perky butt. “Perhaps it was a bit too painful for you here last night. You kept saying something before unconsciously laying on top of me on your own.”

Feng Ming asked curiously, “What did I say?”

Rong Tian’s laughing expression was truly handsome as he answered, “You repeatedly said these 2 sentences: ‘I should be the one on top’ and ‘This time it’s your turn to be on the bottom….’”

Halfway into his reply, Feng Ming’s groggy face went from being half awake to turning completely red. His hands immediately stretched out to cover Rong Tian’s mouth. Pretending to be angry, he responded, “You are lucky this Duke bothered to entertain you last night, yet you are making fun of me this early in the morning…” He then pretended to yell, “Guards! Drag this evil man outside and beat him to death!”

Unexpectedly, Rong Hu had chosen precisely that time to return from inspections. Standing outside the door, he heard Feng Ming’s voice. Thinking that the both of them were already awake and discussing business, he immediately lifted up the curtain and entered. “Who does Duke Ming want to be dragged out and beaten?” Once inside, the circumstances became clear to Rong Hu, his footsteps immediately halted.

How could Feng Ming have known that Rong Hu was there and would come inside? Suddenly seeing him, he continued to lay on top of Rong Tian dazedly before screaming. Drawing back the hand that was covering Rong Tian’s mouth, like a rabbit who just got his tail stepped on, he jumped off and bounced behind Rong Tian in an attempt to use him as a means to hide his own naked body.

With a smile on his face, Rong Tian watched his embarrassment from his crime being brought to light.

In a hurry, Feng Ming grabbed the quilt and covered his indecent body, even his head shrunk itself into the covers. All that was left was a big round ball of white cloth. Rong Tian smiled as he held the soft ball in his arms. “Let’s see if you still dare to be naughty in front of this King again.”

After ridiculing Feng Ming, he turned to the embarrassed Rong Hu and said, “What is on Feng Ming’s agenda today?”

With the new change in topic, Rong Hu’s embarrassment slightly went away and he reported, “Qing Zhang plans on having a bit of entertainment arranged for Duke Ming. However, since we went to the banquet last night, and had been in such a rush to reach Tong these past few days, the plans have temporarily been shelved. There is no need to go out now.”

That was exactly what Rong Tian wished for, and he nodded in approval. “Let Feng Ming sleep for a bit longer. He has been too overworked these past few days. Those boring banquets do not need to be attended too often. You can leave now.”

Waiting until Rong Hu had left, Feng Ming stuck his still blushing face out of the quilt. Hearing that Rong Tian wanted him to continue resting, he shook his head and said, “I slept very well last night. You are the one who should be pitied, being pressured by me the entire night. With my weight on your chest, you probably did not sleep well. You should get some proper rest, and I’ll take this time to practice my calligraphy and martial arts.” Finishing his words, he got up to wear some clothes and helped cover Rong Tian up with the quilt.

Rong Tian responded with surprise, “Don’t you hate practicing calligraphy the most?”

“Luo Yun said that the Xiao Family’s Young Lord cannot have such ugly handwriting. I promised him that if there was free time, I would practice my calligraphy.” Feng Ming shrugged his shoulders and grimaced, but then began to boast. “Compared to you, Luo Yun is also not a bad teacher. I practiced my swordsmanship with him and my technique has been improving a lot. I’ll show you later and you’ll see how much better I’ve gotten.”