FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME ONE]

Chapter Eleven

The following morning Feng Ming's eyes fluttered open with the warmth of the rising sun.

Shortly after, the memories of last night's activities flooded back into his mind, he could not help but to blush from ear to ear.

He contemplated for a while on what to do, but decided in any case he had to face the King so he prepared for the worst and committed himself to confront his bed partner.

His gritted as he rolled over give the King a good stare down.

Once he had moved, he was surprised to discover the man who had embraced him as they shared the bed for the night was no where to be found and in fact had disappeared without a trace.

In a flash, an overwhelming anger hit him, feeling dejected by the desertion discontent bubbled from the depths of his heart.

Feng Ming sat himself up on the bed and stared blankly at the spot where the King had slept.

His slender fingers reached for the surface of the bed was still warm where the man had laid remained slightly depressed from the older man's weight.

Why did he leave in a hurry?

Chiu Lan was outside, waiting on her master to wake, hearing the shuffling inside the Prince's chambers prompt her to enter and assist the Prince to change into his outfit.

"Chiu Lan..."

"Your Highness, what is the matter?"

Feng Ming dipped his head, thought about it briefly and decided to not pursue the matter.

He shook his head.

"Forget about it."

Is it possible that Rong Wang is even more thin skin than me?

Was he was too embarrassed to see me so he made his break before morning?

The idea of the Regent King scrambling in panic before taking flight made his stomach twitch, though it was more likely due to hunger.

Chiu Lan had also brought his meal.

Feng Ming indulged his imagination over the question "why?" as he ate his breakfast absentmindedly.

For the past few days, Rong Tian had been turning up to his quarters like clockwork, bright and early every morning.

As much as Feng Ming didn't welcome the man, the King did provide some type of muse for Feng Ming upon each visit.

Boredom can make one desperate.

Feng Ming found the King annoying when he ever he hung around however when the King was absence a bit of him was missing that daily "muse".

After taking his meal, he waited for two hours hoping that something would happen. His impatient hit the roof when nothing more than insects paid him any attention. So he decided to try his luck and see whether he could escape out of the Prince's quarters again.

Considering it wasn't his first time, he knew the chances were slim given that every other time the guards easily caught him.

As if it had become a routine for him to try and only be dragged back to his confines. He was beginning to treat their daily episodes as good exercise.

He stealthily stuck his head out to check the coast was clear around his chamber before attempting his dash to escape the guarded doors of the hall's main entrance.