PHOENIX TOP AND DRAGON BOTTOM 41

Chapter 41: Asking About Gu Poison ( Mild h)

Feng Xuanyang held a large jade d*ldo, its size shocking. Long Qinghan stole a glance at Feng Xuanyang’s arousal and realized the jade implement was even larger.

“You… you…” Long Qinghan stammered.

“What about me?” Feng Xuanyang pecked Long Qinghan, then picked up another object, dangling it before him. “Hmm, after much deliberation, these two suit my fancy. Choose one.”

Long Qinghan looked up and his eyes widened. In one hand, Feng Xuanyang held the jade d*ldo, in the other, a candle. Dripping wax, red as blood, ran down its side.

Long Qinghan swallowed, his voice trembling. “Can I… not choose either?”

“Not choose?” Feng Xuanyang feigned surprise. “Are you joking? Hmm? You gave me a scar on my neck. I must reciprocate.”

Long Qinghan closed his eyes. “Just stab me with your sword.”

“Stab you? I couldn’t bear it. If I hurt you, I’d be heartbroken. Therefore… these are more suitable. They won’t leave scars, and they’re convenient for punishment. So, which one?” Feng Xuanyang cupped Long Qinghan’s face, waving the two objects before him.

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Pleasure surged through him, overwhelming his thoughts. The rapidly moving fingers felt surprisingly good.

Suddenly, the fingers withdrew, replaced by something much larger…

“Uh… Ah… Bastard… Mm…” The rest of his words were swallowed by a kiss.

Afterward, Long Qinghan lay limply on Feng Xuanyang, breathing shallowly. Perhaps due to their time apart, Feng Xuanyang had been unusually wild, leaving him exhausted, unable to even moan, only gasp for air.

Feng Xuanyang sat up, leaning against the headboard, Long Qinghan draped across him. He pulled the covers over Long Qinghan’s love-bitten body, gently stroking his hair.

Long Qinghan, still hazy from passion, clung to Feng Xuanyang, panting softly.

As he regained his senses and turned his head, he saw the vibrant red lotus mark on his arm.

He instantly sobered, moving his body.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Xuanyang hugged him tighter, asking with concern.

“You have the nerve to ask!” Long Qinghan pushed his hand away angrily.

Feng Xuanyang raised an eyebrow, following Long Qinghan’s gaze to the red lotus mark. His brow furrowed.

“What is this?” Long Qinghan demanded, pointing at the mark.

Feng Xuanyang’s gaze darkened, but he quickly forced a wide smile, reaching out to touch the mark. “Hmm, nice. Smooth skin feels good to the touch. Very nice.”

“Nonsense!” Long Qinghan swatted his hand away. “I’m talking about this red lotus mark! You… did you use gu poison? And…” His eyes darkened, he turned his head away. “Why did you poison me? If you wanted me dead, I would have offered myself. Why… why treat me like this?”

“Poison you?” Feng Xuanyang’s eyes widened in apparent shock. “When have I ever poisoned you?”

Long Qinghan paused, turning back to stare at Feng Xuanyang. His expression seemed genuine, the surprise and concern in his eyes undeniable. Had he misunderstood?

He frowned, murmuring, “Was it really not you? Then who was it? And what is this red lotus mark?”

“Qinghan,” Feng Xuanyang cupped Long Qinghan’s face, his expression serious. “I want you to know, no matter what happens, I will never harm you.” He used “I,” not the more formal “this one,” a simple pronoun that filled Long Qinghan with warmth.

This man was expressing his love and devotion.

Long Qinghan didn’t reply. He embraced Feng Xuanyang, resting his head against him. After a long moment, he softly said, “I believe you. No matter what, I believe you.”

Feng Xuanyang paused, hugging Long Qinghan tighter. “Qinghan, you…” He stopped mid-sentence, glanced at the man in his arms, sighed, and didn’t continue.

Hearing the sigh, a dark glint appeared in Long Qinghan’s eyes. He guessed Feng Xuanyang wanted to ask about the poisoning, but for some reason, he didn’t want to tell him.

If it wasn’t Feng Xuanyang, then who?

No, something felt wrong. Long Qinghan stared at Feng Xuanyang, a sudden realization dawning on him. Something about Feng Xuanyang seemed off.

Feng Xuanyang blinked. “Qinghan, what’s wrong?”

Long Qinghan asked pointedly, “Damn it, if you didn’t poison me, then what medicine did you give me before?”

Feng Xuanyang blinked innocently. “Medicine? Oh, you mean that? Didn’t I tell you? It was to replenish your vital essence.” He got out of bed, retrieved a bottle from his clothes, and poured a pill into his hand. “Here, this one. Come on, Qinghan, take it.”

Long Qinghan stared at the pill, his gaze intense. He looked at Feng Xuanyang, his voice low. “Why don’t you ever take it? If you want me to take it, you take it first.”

Feng Xuanyang’s eyes narrowed. “Qinghan, you’re getting bolder. Are you suspecting me?”

Long Qinghan stared at him coldly. “Whether or not I suspect you, you’ll know after you take it.”

The atmosphere in the room turned tense. Feng Xuanyang stared at Long Qinghan, then a smile spread across his lips. “Fine, I’ll take it.” He brought the pill to his lips, but just as it touched them, a gust of wind snatched the pill away.

His gaze shifted to see the pill at Long Qinghan’s lips, swallowed with a gulp.

“You…”

Long Qinghan turned his head away, silent. He was already poisoned; one more pill wouldn’t make a difference. Ultimately, he couldn’t bear to let Feng Xuanyang take the unknown medicine.

“Feng Xuanyang, let me ask you. Why is it that after I take this medicine, I feel weak and my body isn’t as strong as before?”

“How unjust, Qinghan!” Feng Xuanyang dramatically grasped Long Qinghan’s hand, widening his eyes. “My medicine is for replenishing vital essence. How could it make you weak? I thought you were just feigning weakness to make it easier for me to…” He raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Long Qinghan’s buttocks with a wicked smile.

“…” Long Qinghan slapped away the playful face. “Then what about this red lotus mark?”

“That?” Feng Xuanyang feigned confusion. “Isn’t that a symbol of our marriage? Strange, Qinghan, it’s clearly your own tattoo. Why blame it on me? Let me see.” He took Long Qinghan’s arm, tracing the mark with his fingers. “Eh, it really is identical. Qinghan, you miss me this much? Mm, good boy.” He patted Long Qinghan’s hair, smiling.

Long Qinghan pushed away the wandering hand, giving Feng Xuanyang a knowing look. He clearly knew what was going on, but refused to say, driving Long Qinghan mad. He was truly at a loss with Feng Xuanyang’s playful demeanor. He hadn’t expected to gain absolutely no information.

What was the deal with the poison and the gu? Why was Feng Xuanyang hiding it? But his denial had seemed so sincere. Could it truly not be him?

Then who?

“Qinghan…” A strange glint flickered in Feng Xuanyang’s eyes, quickly disappearing. He leaned closer, pinching Long Qinghan’s distracted bottom.

“Mm,” Long Qinghan responded absently, lost in thought.

“Has your energy returned?”

“Mm.”

“Then… shall we do it again?”

“Mm.”

“Really? Great!”

“Mm… Mm?!” The world spun as he was flipped over. Before he could protest, a kiss swallowed his words, leaving him only able to mutter during their lovemaking—

“Damn it, you bastard!”

Long Qinghan woke up the next morning. Feng Xuanyang had worn him out last night; he’d even been too tired to eat, relying on Feng Xuanyang to feed him.

He looked around. Feng Xuanyang wasn’t there, only the faint, familiar scent of sandalwood lingered.

He sat up, noticing he was wearing a new set of light blue robes, embroidered with dragons and clouds, a cloud-patterned sash at his waist. He touched the fabric. It was soft, like ice silk, more comfortable than his previous robes.

He smiled, grateful for Feng Xuanyang’s thoughtfulness. He turned his head and saw a note on the bedside table. It read, “My wife, I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

The word “wife” irritated him. He remembered yesterday, Feng Xuanyang’s skillful lovemaking leaving him breathless, even forcing him to call him “husband” a few times. The memory made him want to slap himself. He crumpled the note, almost using his inner energy to destroy it, but then smoothed it out, glancing at the bold calligraphy, a fond smile returning.

He folded the note and tucked it into his robes, patting it gently.

A knock startled him. He composed himself, resuming his usual cool demeanor. “Come in.”

The door opened and a woman, smelling faintly of cosmetics, entered. She swayed as she placed breakfast on the table. “Young Master, here is your breakfast.”

Long Qinghan frowned. He remembered Xiaocui serving them yesterday. Why was it someone else today?

The woman, a veteran of the brothel, caught his confusion. She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Xiaocui accidentally burned herself last night, so Madam sent me instead.”

Long Qinghan nodded, covering his nose against the strong scent of her perfume, and gestured for her to leave.

“Young Master, do you have any other requests?” Displeasure flickered in the woman’s eyes as she swayed closer.

“No. Leave.” Long Qinghan dismissed her coldly.

“But…”

“Leave.” His tone left no room for argument.

The woman stamped her foot angrily, huffed, and turned to go.

“Wait!” A thought flashed through Long Qinghan’s mind. He called her back.

The woman’s eyes lit up. She turned back, swaying towards him. “What is it, Young Master?”

Long Qinghan wrinkled his nose at the overpowering perfume. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh dear,” the woman simpered, flicking her silk handkerchief at Long Qinghan. He dodged it. She retracted the handkerchief, toying with it coyly. “I’ve been here for ten years. I…”

“Stop!” Seeing her about to feign tears, Long Qinghan interrupted in disgust. “Then in these ten years, you must have heard quite a bit of news?”

Realizing he only wanted information, the woman looked disgruntled, but maintained a forced smile. “Of course, Young Master. Our brothel is a hub of information. I…” A silver note landed on her, silencing her.

She snatched the note, carefully folding it and tucking it away, then asked with a fawning smile, “What do you want to know, Young Master? I’ll tell you everything I know. And if I don’t know enough, I’ll find out for you.”

Long Qinghan looked at her coldly. “I want to know about the Jiuhua Sect.”