After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

The old emperor coming to see his beauty didn’t know that his fate had already been clearly arranged.

There was movement at the entrance of Chengming Palace’s main hall. Actually, there was no movement, but Feng Xuan’s divine consciousness could feel someone coming in advance.

Thinking of this, he belatedly felt a bit nervous.

Feng Xuan looked at Qi Zhuoyu and asked, “Your Highness. Why don’t you hide for a bit?”

Qi Zhuoyu looked quite arrogant. “Hide from what?”

Feng Xuan said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to have an affair? With you standing here, how can we have an affair? Are we just creating an atmosphere of an affair?”

Qi Zhuoyu was choked by this, probably not expecting this little concubine to speak so confidently about having an affair with a prince.

Feng Xuan looked around and pushed Qi Zhuoyu behind a screen to stand.

This was the only twelve-panel screen in the main hall, just right to separate the bed from the bath.

Just as he pushed Qi Zhuoyu in, the old emperor entered.

Walking unsteadily, Feng Xuan first smelled a strong scent of alcohol, then heard the emperor’s flirtatious voice. “Beloved consort…”

The emperor entered Chengming Palace and saw Young Master Xuan standing in the dim light.

Young Master Xuan’s appearance was already a rare beauty in the world. Now under the candlelight, he appeared even more breathtakingly bewitching. Before even approaching, the emperor felt his soul had been captivated.

Such a rare beauty, it would be a shame if he were to wither away.

The emperor staggered over, making to embrace him.

Feng Xuan silently dodged, covering his nose with a bit of disgust.

The emperor missed his grasp, but persisted in trying to hug Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan only used a few immortal techniques, appearing like an elusive phantom in the emperor’s eyes, impossible to approach. Yet the more unapproachable he was, the more excited the emperor became, calling “beloved consort” over and over, irritating to hear.

The sound of a heavy object falling came from behind the screen.

The emperor paused, seeming to sense someone behind the screen, and asked drunkenly. “What’s that?”

Feng Xuan finally spoke, feeling inexplicably guilty. “I don’t know. Perhaps a cat?”

The emperor remembered something and sniffed himself. “I just drank with the National Teacher, my body still has an odor. No wonder my beloved consort won’t let me have a taste. I shall bathe now, to ascend Mount Wu with my beloved consort.”

Feng Xuan: … That’s really not necessary. Even if you hadn’t been drinking, this god wouldn’t want you to touch him.jpg

Feng Xuan was quite fastidious about such matters.

But seeing the emperor swaying towards the screen, he suddenly remembered Qi Zhuoyu was still hiding there.

Although he knew the emperor probably couldn’t see him, Feng Xuan still followed.

As soon as he stepped behind the screen, Qi Zhuoyu was indeed nowhere to be seen.

Only the emperor was still unwilling to give up, wanting to pull Feng Xuan to bathe together.

Feng Xuan’s attention was all on where Qi Zhuoyu had hidden. For just a moment of distraction, only a second of absent-mindedness, he was almost pulled into the water by the emperor.

It was at this moment that Qi Zhuoyu appeared out of nowhere.

Standing behind him, with an expression so furious as if he would kill someone the next second, he directly kicked the old emperor into the pool.

Suddenly, the great hall was filled with the sounds of the old emperor choking on water and splashing.

Feng Xuan hadn’t even reacted before Qi Zhuoyu, with a very sour expression, grabbed his arm. “Where did he touch you just now?”

To be honest, he hadn’t been touched anywhere.

But before he could speak, Qi Zhuoyu had already pressed on his waist. “Waist? Hands? Or lips?”

Feng Xuan came to his senses and immediately said, “No, no. The emperor was drunk, I didn’t let him touch me.”

Damn.

This strange atmosphere, why did it really feel a bit like an affair?

Qi Zhuoyu seemed to have thought the same thing, his motion of wiping Feng Xuan’s lips paused for a moment.

Although the Chengming Palace was brightly lit, with these twelve folding screens blocking the view, perhaps to add some ambiance for the bedchamber, the candlelight by the bath was particularly dim.

Only a few lamps were weakly flickering, silently reflecting on the walls.

Feng Xuan felt that perhaps the small cup of aphrodisiac wine he had drunk earlier was taking some effect.

It was also possible that he truly hadn’t been this close to Qi Zhuoyu for hundreds of years.

In any case, by the time he came to his senses.

He had somehow, naturally, placed his hands on Qi Zhuoyu’s shoulders.

Tilting his head back, revealing his long neck that glowed with a white light, he opened his lips and kissed Qi Zhuoyu.

Feng Xuan thought he was quite a sensible person.

Qi Zhuoyu’s kiss tonight was clearly a bit uncontrollably excited. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt the other begin to mercilessly conquer his city. The hand gripping his chin unconsciously applied force, attempting to kiss deeper, to make him swallow more.

Feng Xuan’s legs went weak from his kiss, his eyelashes trembling violently. After thousands of years, he still hadn’t learned how to breathe during intimacy.

The air was suddenly filled only with the splashing sounds of the old emperor still floundering in the bath, and Feng Xuan’s own heavy, labored breathing.

He had almost entirely melted into Qi Zhuoyu’s embrace.

In the end, his body’s center of gravity was only supported by Qi Zhuoyu’s arm around his waist, barely preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

Qi Zhuoyu’s arm tightened further, Feng Xuan pressed tightly against him, feeling the obvious changes in his body.

Faint whimpers escaped from their entangled lips.

Soft and delicate, as if unable to bear it, intermittently breaking off.

The old emperor finally found a place to support himself in the bath, leaning half-dazed.

With drunk, squinting eyes, the scene before him became strange and disordered due to intoxication. In the hazy vision, he seemed to see his beloved consort standing by the folding screen.

To be more accurate, it didn’t quite look like standing.

It would be more accurate to describe it as being embraced by a man, like a delicacy being sampled by an outsider in advance. He saw Feng Xuan’s extremely soft waist, which could be grasped with just one hand, and when deeply kissed, his earlobes were an adorably blushing color.

That face, beautiful to the extreme, bore an expression of unbearable emotion, with tears silently falling. When his lips were forcefully parted, one could even see a glimpse of his sweet, soft tongue tip.

His teeth were also pure white and even, making his lip color appear even deeper and more moist from being possessed. The two figures before the screen were nestled close together, in an extremely intimate posture.

Looking closely, that other tall figure’s hands had almost disappeared into the shadows, wantonly conquering.

Making his beloved consort nearly melt into this pool of warm water.

The old emperor seemed to think his eyes were playing tricks on him, and he blinked hard.

The mist before his eyes became even more confusing, and the emperor unconsciously called out. “Beloved consort, is that you?”

This call finally startled Feng Xuan awake.

He gasped softly, gently biting down. Only then did Qi Zhuoyu reluctantly withdraw from his mouth. It was as if he was blaming Feng Xuan for being distracted.

Still distracted.

Feng Xuan truly hadn’t expected Qi Zhuoyu to be so bold, actually daring to bully him in front of his own father.

For himself, he knew this was all just a trial to overcome.

But from Qi Zhuoyu’s perspective, he was simply a madman completely disregarding ethics.

This villain persona, he really had it down pat.

Should we say it’s truly befitting of a great demon? Doing such things really didn’t surprise anyone at all.

While pushing Qi Zhuoyu away, Feng Xuan’s face turned terribly red. With some embarrassment, he pulled Qi Zhuoyu’s hand out from under his hem.

Where on earth had he, after reincarnation, learned such a bad habit? How come he never saw him being so grabby before when they kissed? Why was he so fond of roaming hands now?!

The old emperor struggled to climb out of the bath.

Opening his eyes wide to look around, only Feng Xuan was by the pool.

“Beloved consort, why did I just see another man here?”

“Your Majesty. You’ve had too much to drink.” Feng Xuan lied without hesitation.

“Is that so?” The emperor looked very doubtful. Had he really drunk too much?

He looked around and indeed saw no other man.

Instead, the scene he had witnessed earlier flashed in his mind again – Feng Xuan with half-closed eyes, pure yet lustful in his acceptance, his thin clothes wrapping a fair and delicate body.

The emperor swallowed, feeling his throat dry.

He hurriedly climbed out of the bath, seemingly not wanting to waste another minute on bathing.

He pulled at Feng Xuan, intending to go to the bed.

Passing by the dining table, the emperor suddenly stopped.

A strong sense of incongruity arose. “Beloved consort, why are there two wine cups on this table?”

“Oh,” Feng Xuan said without changing his expression, “I was drinking two cups by myself.”

“…Is that so.” The emperor was half-believing, looking at Feng Xuan’s attire. “Beloved consort, why are your clothes so disheveled?”

Feng Xuan thought: Wait, coming up with this excuse really needs some time.

It’s all Qi Zhuoyu’s fault.

If you’re going to kiss, just kiss. Why mess with my clothes for no good reason?!

The emperor didn’t notice Feng Xuan’s evasive gaze, but instead revealed an extremely infatuated expression.

He stared straight at Feng Xuan, as if bewitched, muttering. “Beloved consort… you truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen…”

Feng Xuan thought: Thanks. There’s no need to state the obvious that everyone already knows.

As the emperor kept looking, he said again. “I’m old… I don’t have much time left… But I don’t want to die. I haven’t lived enough, haven’t enjoyed enough. Fortunately, there’s the National Teacher, fortunately, there’s the beauty. The National Treasure told me tonight that your primordial spirit is pure and untainted. If I consume your primordial spirit, I can achieve immortality… Immortality…”

His words became increasingly strange.

After hearing the gist of it, a question mark slowly appeared in Feng Xuan’s mind.

This scene was so bizarre, very much like a plot written in those cheap novels. Feng Xuan couldn’t help but think about it.

Could it be that this emperor had actually died long ago, and this babbling figure before him was just a corpse?

Thinking this, Feng Xuan reluctantly sent out a thread of divine power to investigate.

The result of the investigation showed that the old emperor should indeed have died long ago. His lifespan should have been exhausted ten years ago, but somehow he had managed to live until now. Sniffing carefully, beneath the strong smell of alcohol in the air, there seemed to be a faint stench.

And according to the plot development.

It was very likely that in the next second, the emperor would suddenly transform into some kind of monster and try to suck out his primordial spirit.

Sure enough, just as this thought crossed his mind, the emperor’s face suddenly changed dramatically, his clothes bursting open!

His whole body lunged towards Feng Xuan in an extremely eerie posture, with drool dripping from his mouth as he shouted. “Beauty… just give your primordial spirit to me, I want to become an immortal, I want to become an immortal, hahaha!”

But in the next second, the emperor was violently kicked away.

This familiar force and simple, brutal kicking method instantly sobered the emperor up halfway, reminding him of how he had fallen into the pool earlier.

The emperor crashed heavily onto the ground, then looked up.

He saw a tall young man suddenly standing beside his beloved consort.

Looking closely, this young man’s figure was very similar to the man he had seen by the pool earlier.

Moreover, he was a familiar face. The emperor’s eyes widened. “You! Unfilial son! How are you here!”

After saying this, the emperor seemed to finally understand, and he glared fiercely at Feng Xuan.

His cloudy eyes were full of disbelief, “You two…you…you beast, how dare you lay hands on your birth father’s beloved consort!! Are you trying to rebel?!”

Qi Zhuoyu looked down at him.

He laughed, in a very irritating and cold manner. “So what if I am.”

“It’s just that this prince has little interest in Father Emperor’s empire.”

“Tonight, the only thing I intend to inherit is Father Emperor’s beloved consort.”