"You must be careful of that Xing Zhiyuan," Shen Qingfeng said, holding Lu Yan's hand and stroking it gently. "Xing Zhiyuan is greedy for money and incompetent. It's very likely that he will be used by someone with ulterior motives. Qi Shuhuan recommended him to the King to follow you. There must be some scheme behind it."
Lu Yan nodded. "I know. I've already come up with a solution."
Shen Qingfeng turned to look at him. "What solution? Don't tell me you want to kill him. He's the supervisor sent by King Xia Jie."
Lu Yan sneered. "A person like him can be a supervisor?"
Shen Qingfeng understood. "You've investigated him?"
Lu Yan let out a soft "mm". He had Xu Ruhui investigate the forces of the Prince Cheng's faction before, and Xing Zhiyuan was investigated incidentally. He originally thought that Xing was just an idle official's son, but unexpectedly, he was useful now.
"Xing Zhiyuan has little ability but loves to be flattered. When he was working in the prefecture, if his subordinates wanted a promotion, they had to outdo each other in flattering him and giving him the most money. Although such things are despicable, in Lige, the power center of Lixia, if a poor scholar wants to become an official, without the support of a powerful family, it's impossible for him to get promoted. Directly giving money or currying favor with superiors is an accepted practice in private. Moreover, Xing Zhiyuan has been an official for nearly ten years, and the benefits he has obtained from the position of deputy prefect are equivalent to the annual tax revenue of Lixia."
Shen Qingfeng was silent. He knew about Xing Zhiyuan. In his previous life, when he was Xia Chuli's right - hand man, Xing Zhiyuan was even regarded as their "reserve food". They even planned that if they lacked funds for the coup on the day of the uprising, they would raid Xing Zhiyuan's den.
Lu Yan looked at him. Seeing that Shen Qingfeng showed no surprise, he pouted and bit Shen Qingfeng's neck punishingly. "You don't seem surprised?"
Shen Qingfeng winced in pain and struggled out of Lu Yan's embrace. He covered his neck with one hand and scolded, "Are you a dog?"
"I'm not a dog," Lu Yan leaned forward. He propped his hands on both sides of Shen Qingfeng's waist, enclosing him in his arms. Lu Yan had practiced martial arts all year round and was much taller than Shen Qingfeng. Even when he propped his arms on Shen Qingfeng's waist, he could still be nose - to - nose with Shen Qingfeng, making Shen look up at him.
"I belong to you, Qingfeng," Lu Yan said.
Shen Qingfeng's breath caught in his throat, and his face instantly turned bright red with shyness. "You're just good at sweet - talking... Mm..."
The rest of Shen Qingfeng's words were blocked by Lu Yan's kiss.
Shen Qingfeng accepted Lu Yan's kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and they were inseparable. For Shen Qingfeng, everything about Lu Yan was something he had never experienced in his previous life. Lu Yan was strong and domineering. Every breath he exhaled carried an aggressive feeling as if he were about to conquer Shen Qingfeng completely. It was like being closely watched by a hawk, dangerous and exciting.
Shen Qingfeng was irresistibly enveloped by Lu Yan's aura. He gradually realized that he was firmly attracted by the unique wildness in Lu Yan. And this feeling became more and more addictive with each time their skin touched. This was different from his feelings for Xia Chuli in his previous life. If he loved Xia Chuli in his previous life because of their long - term companionship, then Lu Yan was like a thunderclap splitting the clear sky for Shen Qingfeng in this life, shocking, thrilling and magnificent.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but tremble. The wild and intense sex that night was still vivid in his mind. He could even feel Lu Yan's low whispers in his ear after he fainted that night. He shrank involuntarily, closed his eyes and stretched out his hands to push against the man's chest.
"No... Lu Yan..."
The man on top of him was breathing more and more rapidly. Shen Qingfeng's lips were caught again. Lu Yan's increasingly hoarse and heavy voice rang in his ear. It seemed that a simple kiss could not satisfy him. He wanted to do something more than just kiss.
Shen Qingfeng went limp all over from the kiss. Even the hands pushing against Lu Yan's chest began to turn white at the fingertips.
"Be good... I'll be gentle..." Lu Yan could feel Shen Qingfeng's uneasiness. He kissed the top of Shen Qingfeng's head. "I won't do what I did that night again. Don't be afraid..."
Shen Qingfeng's lips trembled slightly. He stiffly changed the topic. "I heard that there were other things that happened in the court today?"
Lu Yan was a bit dissatisfied. He reached out and pinched Shen Qingfeng punishingly. Shen Qingfeng was hit at a sensitive spot. Instantly, his waist went limp, and he let out a scream and slumped on the bed like water.
Lu Yan took the opportunity to pin him down and chuckled. "At this time, you still think about such trivial things?"
Shen Qingfeng tried hard to control himself. Lu Yan's face was so close that he could almost hear his own heart pounding. He looked into Lu Yan's star - like eyes, reached out and stroked the mole under his eye, and said softly, "Stop fooling around... Was Xia Chuli beaten by King Xia Jie?"
Lu Yan let out a muffled "mm" and lowered his head, concentrating on what he was doing.
Shen Qingfeng felt a cool sensation on his skin. He grabbed Lu Yan's hand and propped up his upper body, spitting out, "Don't try to fool me. Thirty blows from a board are not light. I want to go and see the Crown Prince. It's not for anything else."
"Go tomorrow," Lu Yan didn't stop his hands and didn't give Shen Qingfeng a chance to break free. Shen Qingfeng let out a whimper and fell back heavily.
"Don't... Don't torture me... A Yan..."
"This is bliss. How can it be torture?" Lu Yan leaned closer to him, kissed the tip of his nose and said, "Be good. I promise you, I'll never do that to you again. Okay? I was a jerk that day. I was out of my mind. I'll reflect on myself. Don't be afraid of me."
Shen Qingfeng endured the discomfort. He felt that his blood was alternately hot and cold. In this alternation, he couldn't even clench his teeth. He could only shiver and utter some inarticulate words. His face was burning with shame, and he turned his head and buried it in the quilt.
"Don't cover your face. It's stuffy," Lu Yan used his free hand to pull Shen Qingfeng's face out of the quilt. He pried open Shen's teeth so that he could breathe deeply and not suffocate.
Shen Qingfeng was suffering. He punched Lu Yan on the shoulder and scolded, "I just want to go and see the Crown Prince's injury. Why are you so jealous..."
"I'm not jealous," Lu Yan said against his will. He lowered his head and pried open Shen Qingfeng's fingers that had turned white from clutching the quilt tightly due to his endurance. He intertwined their fingers and said, "Go tomorrow."
"You..." Shen Qingfeng trembled all over like a sieve.
Lu Yan smugly kissed his cheek and chuckled. "Well, now you can only go tomorrow."