Important notes: 

　　Chinese calligraphy/Brush writing: 

　　Chinese brush writing was one of the earliest developments by the Chinese. They also invented paper! In ancient China one’s writing was often also considered an art form. How well you wrote reflected your teachings as well as your artistry. Commonly, the brush tip was derived from feathers or animal hair. 

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　　Since their engaging conversation, Rong w.a.n.g became a regular visitor to the Prince’s quarters. In comparison to humiliating and torturing the worthless Prince through the darkness of the night, Rong w.a.n.g had a new found joy just watching the peculiar Feng Ming during the light of day, the new Prince proved to be more interesting with each moment. 

　　The lessons given on court proceedings and etiquette were genuinely a messy affair. Rong w.a.n.g’s teachings were entwined with actions a ruler should not mix in with serious business. This was the countless kisses the King had selfishly implemented on Feng Ming as an ongoing requirement. 

　　“A kiss when we meet, before I leave, before you speak, before a meal if we are sharing a table and before you sleep.” 

　　Feng Ming brows narrowed in irritation and he counted the orders with his fingers. 

　　His tongue had gradually healed over the days where he could articulate himself again in every aspect even occasionally answering back to the Regent King. However, he was aware of these endless kisses that were demanded from him was just utter nonsense.

　　For the sake of not driving Rong w.a.n.g into another fit of rage he complied. To avoid another episode of “shedding of blood” it was the best idea to let Rong w.a.n.g take his underhanded advantages over him. Considering they were both male, it was hard to tell which party was more disadvantaged. 

　　Rong w.a.n.g was certainly not satisfied with just simple kisses, but the thought of Feng Ming’s defiance and unyielding glares and the fact the boy would rather sacrifice his life left the King feeling scrupulous. 

　　Both had their minds set in their individual actions for now which allowed them to be compatible for moment being. 

　　“How am I going to manage these kisses, I fear my mouth is still quite swollen, alas…” Feng Ming’s large eyes darted firmly onto Rong w.a.n.g hoping he buy in an excuse. His death glare was closely followed with a sigh, pretending as if he was the one at a lost for their intimacy. 

　　Rong Tian was at the desk writing, upon hearing Feng Ming’s exaggerated sigh he placed down his writing brush and offered. 

　　“Don’t put up this act, you’ve already stalled for days, you have to write.” 

　　Regardless with Feng Ming’s wishes, Rong Tian was determined to have him continue the original Prince’s lifestyle and this was inclusive of mimicking the Prince’s writing.

　　Feng Ming was unwilling to take up the brush. 

　　King Rong extended the brush he had briefly dipped in ink, in front of Feng Ming. 

　　The Prince eyed the brush in front of him with oddly and spun his face towards the King. 

　　"Let’s do this instead, how about I tell you another funny story, it’s called Alibaba and..." he tried before he was cut short. 

　　Taking no heed of the storytelling, Rong w.a.n.g forcibly placed the brush into the slender hands and issued him a warning with his deadly eyes. 

　　Feng Ming looked at the brush in his hand and tried his one sided bargaining once more.

　　“How about this, you write and demonstrate for me and for each word I’ll give you a kiss in return.”

　　Feng Ming dug as low as to play the card of sacrificing his s.e.x appeal.

　　The Prince’s wager had no appeal to Rong w.a.n.g who could easily obtain the Prince’s lips with other means the bargaining chip only made the King’s expression darken by a few folds. 

　　Feng Ming wide eyes fixated on the older man for a response, he finally gritted his teeth and surrendered. 

　　“Alright! I’ll write!” he declared with much frustration before issuing Rong Tian a warning, clearly stating the following words. 

　　“You aren’t allowed to be ashamed once you look!”

　　Walking with a renewed air of dignity he walked confidently towards the study desk, and with his wet brush in hand he drew several strokes. 

　　They started off fast, neat and coherent and by the time he finished he gave a large heave to show his completion and unceremoniously dropped the brush off to the side. Hinting to Rong w.a.n.g to come and admire his work. 

　　The King found the sudden surge of might in the boy rather surprising, so he immediately made his way for the inspection. 

　　After absorbing what had been written, the sight completely reeled Rong Tian back a step in astonishment. 

　　“How is it? Aren’t you ashamed of my skill?” pressed Feng Ming who was pleased with himself considering he had warned the King. 

　　“For what reason should I be?” the Rong Tian asked. 

　　“As the Regent King, aren’t you ashamed that the Crowned Prince’s ugly writing? A dog could even do better!” he exclaimed, a little confused to the man’s reaction. 

　　This irritated Feng Ming and he let at an animalistic outburst, after the release he calmed down. 

　　He stopped and said coldly, “Considering I’ve lost my memories, I’ve got no need to pen anything down. That’s right! From now on don’t force me to write anything I can only use a biro pen!” He let slip his frustrations before he roughly settled himself into a chair and helped himself to a cup of tea. 

　　Rong w.a.n.g finally took action, moving forwards to the sitting Feng Ming and brashly hauled him up by his collar. 

　　"You reckless brat, you dare to tease me?" he spat gingerly into the Prince’s ears. 

　　"Let go! I can’t breathe!" proclaimed the younger man as he struggled in the vice hold.

　　"I'll teach you." The King chided his voice showing no mercy. 

　　"You ... mmm ..." all protest was smothered. 

　　His body was quickly ensnared within the older man’s limbs. Soon his tongue was entangled with the King’s and engaged in an intense fight within his mouth. The battle was wild and intense but both side gradually seeped into a more sweet connection, as the viciousness dissipated into luscious sucking of l.u.s.t filled lips. 

　　When their lips parted, they left each other panting and short of breath their chests heaved in unison. 

　　Feng Ming whipped his face away from the King’s his cheeks blushed a deep crimson. 

　　b.a.s.t.a.r.d, if this continues on, even a handsome man like me would turn gay, and if I turn gay I’d most likely be allocated on the receiving end! That’s not worth it! 

　　Looking at how things are turning out, if I take the first strike to set who is the thrower, I should be the one to top Rong w.a.n.g. 

　　That thought lead to a smile that crept along Feng Ming’s lips. 

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　　At the same time, Rong Tian noticed Feng Ming’s flushed face. He had him where he wanted him. 

　　His blus.h.i.+ng deep red

　　Rong Tian laughed inwardly. 

　　This little brat will soon be obediently pinned under his body begging for pleasure. 

　　Images of a ravaged and tamed Feng Ming flickered into the King’s thoughts he couldn’t help a smile that stretched across his own lips.

　　As the two sets of eyes finally made contact, they had both noticed the weird smile that was planted on each others mouths and each person had their own interpretation. 

　　Feng Ming’s smile is growing sweeter by the day.

　　Perhaps he has gradually grown to love me.