Terminology: 

　　Winter in the northern hemisphere spans from late Dec to March, lasting for a three month period. 

　　三月春 (san yue chun)  is the name given the unique flowers found within Xi Rei in this story. The literal translation can be interpreted as “Three months of Spring”. Spring ( 春  ) the character can also be used in the context of youth, love and l.u.s.t. Therefore the name can be understood as “three months of l.u.s.t”.  :D/ Implying lovers would have fun in bed for 3 long and cold months with this flower that would magically invigorate (Ancient v.i.a.g.r.a anyone?).

　　狸猫(Li Mao) means the common racc.o.o.n, also popularly known as  ‘tanuki’ from j.a.panese. In Chinese myths, racc.o.o.ns are believed to be spiritual animals that possess the power to transform and are a master of disguising as objects, people etc. They are known to be mischievous.

　　Rong w.a.n.g (Snr). In Royal courts, it is common to inherit a position from your deceased Father.

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　　It surely wasn’t the first time that Feng Ming found himself awakening within the crook of King Rong’s st.u.r.dy arm.  Yet this time he had to face the consequences of last night’s activities. Recollection of memories overwhelmed him and his face burned like blazing embers as he couldn’t hold back his embarra.s.sment. He kept his movements low keyed, slowly cracking his eyes open just enough to peek at the King. Rong Tian’s handsome features were in full view and luckily he appeared still in the spell of sleep. Feng Ming had the urge to get up and changed. Unfortunately, before he could attempt a getaway by slipping secretly out of the bed, he had a problem to deal with. That was the task of removing the King’s possessive arm off his waist.

　　As he motioned to displace the weight for his freedom, a familiar low and husky voice, sweetly greeted him in his ear.  

　　“Does it still hurt? Dawn is just breaking in don’t flail about too much.”

　　Feng Ming looked genuinely stunned, “You were already awake?”

　　Not satisfied that he was potentially monitored by the King, Feng Ming shot Rong Tian a fiery expression.

　　“Did you wake up early so you could tease me?”

　　“I woke up when you moved,” Rong w.a.n.g pointed out, “Only a dead person wouldn’t feel you stirring within their arms.”

　　Usually King Rong behaved seriously and he would conduct himself maturely, nonetheless the ever growing moments he shared with Feng Ming was tearing down the tough exterior. He was able to keep his poker face whilst he was in a playful mood towards the Prince.

　　Feng Ming chuckled at Rong Tian’s reasoning before serving him a piece of his mind. He delivered a hearty kick under the heavy silk quilt they shared.

　　To his own surprised, the moment he recoiled his leg back from the a.s.sault, a sharp bite of pain shot from his backside. He winced at the unpleasant sensation that had been caused by aggravating his wound.

　　Rong w.a.n.g paled in concern for the Prince’s wellbeing, “What happened? Does it still hurt?” He leaned over, studying Feng Ming’s whitened complexion that was withered with pain.

　　With reproach he whispered, “I did warn you not to move about.”

　　Not delaying the issue any longer Rong Tian decided to take it into his own hands, whipping the heavy silk covers off from Feng Ming, before positioning himself between the Prince’s legs.

　　His large hands firmly parted the boy’s thighs for an inspection.

　　Fl.u.s.tered and helpless Feng Ming shouted his objections, “No, don’t look!”

　　Within a flash, Feng Ming shot up and retreated to one side of the bed before Rong Tian could catch a hold of him.

　　“It’s nothing really you don’t have to check.”

　　Seeing how Feng Ming was h.e.l.l bent on refusing him, and that forcing him to cooperate could lead to more damage Rong Tian let go of the subject and finally offered his submission, “Alright, I won’t take a look as you wanted.”

　　He left the warmth of the bed pallet and proceeded to dress himself, his departure allowed Feng Ming to calm down and adjust himself back on the bed. Which became his vantage point, where he could keep his large brown doe eyes glued on the King.

　　“Hey, take off those clothes again,” he suddenly requested. Feng Ming had snuggled himself back onto the bed, he was positioned with one hand lifting up his cheek.

　　“I want to watch you again.”

　　The outburst served to amuse the King, who had just tediously finished dressing the outer layer of his intricate heavy and elegant outfit.

　　He smirked, “What? Are you inviting me?”

　　Feng Ming gave him reserved look.

　　“I liked the snap shot images I could get of you changing your clothes, oh that’s right, you don’t know what a camera is,” he sighed ” talking to Ancients is really difficult sometimes. I can’t communicate using modern words.”

　　Waving his attention from the confused Rong Tian, Feng Ming wrapped himself tightly within the warm quilts, s.h.i.+fting himself until his head rested at an awkward angle on the bed’s headboard.

　　“I wanted to see you get dress again.” He pouted.

　　Feng Ming was getting ahead of himself even audaciously making requests. Unfortunately, Rong Tian was not in the mood to complete Feng Ming’s whimsical request.