The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 86 Loving As If There's No More Tomorrow

Note: Not sure if this is 18+, I think so, but I don't know. Read with care, yes. I have no responsibility for whatever happens to you, HAHAHA

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Huang Miaoling's eyes were tightly shut, but his consciousness did not rest. Bak was running in a circle, Huang Miaoling's mind kept turning to devise hundreds of plans to face the problem in plain sight. Unlike usual, even after devising various backup plans, Huang Miaoling's heart could not feel at ease.

Not feeling any use to keep closing his eyes, Huang Miaoling's eyelids opened. The woman's gaze was directed straight at the window that faintly sucked in the moonlight.

After a moment of silence, Huang Miaoling turned his gaze to a hand that was coiled around his waist. At that moment, he only realized with a warm breath that landed on his nape.

Huang Miaoling tried to turn his head, but he was worried that he would wake the man sleeping by his side. Recalling the tired face of Liang Fenghong just a moment ago, the woman's heart was a little bitter. He understood how worried the man was about Emperor Huatai, as well as his country.

‘What is the downfall of Wu indeed unavoidable? Li Changsheng must still be in power to replace Wu Huatai according to the destiny line of life then?’ huang Miaoling thought as he frowned. ‘Then, will Wang Chengliu still be emperor? Can the destiny of heaven be changed?’ The woman's entire body stiffened, feeling the emotions in her heart being mixed up. ‘Then, what's the point of me coming back?!’

Suddenly, Huang Miaoling froze as he felt a kiss on his neck. The soothing deep voice said, “Why are you still not asleep?” The man tightened his embrace, as if trying to erode the distance between their bodies that was not there.

Liang Fenghong's whisper made Huang Miaoling's ears feel amused. Then, the woman forced the man to loosen his arms, then turned to face his interlocutor. However, the move instead greeted Liang Fenghong with a gentle kiss on Huang Miaoling's neck.

While pulling his wife's body closer, Liang Fenghong said, “Because you can't sleep, what do you want to do?” her tone sounded so seductive.

If usually Huang Miaoling would be wrong, this time the woman put on a serious face. “Do not try to cover your worries," she said, touching her hand to the side of her husband's face. "Tell me, and I'll try to help you deal with it, A Feng."

Liang Fenghong froze in place, only this first time did Huang Miaoling say such a remark to him. He equated his views with his wife. “You worried?” ask her with a thin smile.

“You are my husband, am I not allowed to do that?” Huang Miaoling asked back.

In his past life, Huang Miaoling had never felt what was called the affection of a husband. Now, getting someone like Liang Fenghong was like a blessing from the sky for him. He didn't want to waste that guy. At the very least, she had to avenge her buds against her husband.

Huang Miaoling's logic shouted that his actions were an attempt to return the favor. But did his heart say the same thing?

Huang Miaoling stared at Liang Fenghong's face for a while, and he felt a needle piercing his heart. The woman rested her head on the husband's chest. Then, Huang Miaoling's hand coiled around Liang Fenghong's waist, and he clenched it tightly.

“I want to come with you,” said Huang Miaoling, pouring out his heart. It seemed, the fatigue caused by her lack of sleep made her lips slightly out of control. “I'm not calm to let you go alone.” Then, he released his embrace and looked at Liang Fenghong. “Do you really have to go?”

Since their marriage, not up to five fingers are needed to count the days. But now they have to be separated by war?

The frozen Liang Fenghong made Huang Miaoling realize how strange his words were, he felt alien to himself. “Disregard me,” he said as he dropped his gaze. “It seems, red moon [1] will soon welcome—" Miaoling was forced to stop when something silenced her lips. “Mmh,” the woman moaned due to the warm touch that delivered a strange sensation on her.

Liang Fenghong let go of his kiss, then looked at his wife's face deeply. With a red hue on her face and teary eyes, the woman before her looked so seductive. “You made me want you more,” sis Liang Fenghong while inserting his hands behind Huang Miaoling's clothes.

“Hah ...,” one sigh blurred from the mouth of the Mingwei Junzhu. His eyebrows clutched and he bit his lips, trying to hold back another strange sound. “Don't .. You have to isti— Ah!” Huang Miaoling gasped as he felt something slipping into him. “K-you—!”

Looking at the various expressions plastered on Huang Miaoling's face, a mischievous smile fell on Liang Fenghong's face. “I'll never get used to that face,” whispered as he drowned his face in the recess of Huang Miaoling's neck, kissing every inch he passed.

Even in his half-powerless state, Huang Miaoling was not someone who would easily succumb. The woman bit the man's ear before her, causing the man to lowly moan, leaking the location of her weak spot. This makes Huang Miaoling more excited to play there.

Upset, Liang Fenghong pulled his face and landed a kiss on his wife's lips. Huang Miaoling returned the kiss more deeply. It was the woman's chance to vent the emotions that were rolling inside her.

Suddenly, Huang Miaoling froze. His gaze caught something that made his heart stop beating for a moment. The woman stopped her kiss, “What wound is it ..?” huang Miaoling said, forcing the sentence out of his mouth.

On Liang Fenghong's left chest, there was a scar so terrifying. Perhaps his first night was so intoxicating, but at that moment Huang Miaoling was completely unaware of the scar's presence. From the shape and appearance, Huang Miaoling was sure that the scar was a very deep puncture mark.

Hearing Huang Miaoling's question, temple master Liang Fenghong twitched. With the mask of desire, the man ignored his wife's words. He encouraged Huang Miaoling to lie down, allowing himself to freely rule the woman's body from above.

“Do not get distracted,” Liang Fenghong commemorates. The man's black bead exuded a turmoil of desire, something he no longer covered up. “Ling’er,” calls her as her hands take off the women's clothes in front of her nimbly. “You are only mine.”

“Ah ...,” a sigh escaped from Huang Miaoling's lips due to the unification done by Liang Fenghong. The clear view of the dark bead that night voiced a conviction. The woman wrapped her arms around the nape of her husband, then pulled the man closer. “Dan, you are mine.”

No more words were said after that. In addition to the selfishness that clashes with desire, the couple forgets everything else. Not knowing what will happen tomorrow, they shed all the love they have for each other right now.

After spending time draining each other, Liang Fenghong noticed his wife who finally managed to fall asleep. Although a smile was on his lips, but the eyes of the man looked sad.

‘We will soon reach the top of the story,’ Inner Liang Fenghong. ‘However, this time I don't know who will end up going ... and who will end up settling.’ The man brought his face closer to Huang Miaoling's, then he gently kissed his wife's forehead. ‘For sure, I know I can no longer live without you.’

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“Everything is ready,” one of the generals who accompanied the entourage of Prime Minister Liang reported. All of Wu's comrades-in-arms had been waiting at the front gate of the Shi Kingdom's capital, ready to take orders from the leader.

Liang Fenghong nodded his head, then turned to Xiaoming who ran over to him. “Lianhua forces have carried out the order,” said the escort's bodyguard while saluting.

Seeing her husband wearing armor made Huang Miaoling unable to take his eyes off. Not only was he stunned, but he also still did not believe the fact that he was sending Liang Fenghong to the battlefield. In the past, after marriage, he was always sent by others to the battlefield, and no one escorted him but hundreds of servants and eunuchs.

“Stop looking at me like that,” said Liang Fenghong when he realized the gaze given by Huang Miaoling. “I'll be fine.” He smiled gently, “You know I have my own calculations.”

Regardless of how many eyes were looking towards them, Liang Fenghong hugged Huang Miaoling tightly. Some servants and soldiers rushed to take their eyes off, pretending not to see anything. While Yun Xia, the Great Mistress Liang, and Liang Shupeng, the prime minister of Wu Kingdom, could only smile sadly, understanding the disrelief in the hearts of the two lovebirds.

After releasing his embrace, Liang Fenghong said, “Get yourself.” He glanced at his mother for a moment, then at Liang Jian who was looking at him heartily. “Mother and Liang Jian leave it to you.”

Huang Miaoling nodded his head. “Just relax,” replied, still not willing to let go of her husband's hand. He tightly grasped Liang Fenghong's two hands, then said, “Go back.” The woman added, “I'll be waiting for you.”

“Ya.”

Unwillingly, Liang Fenghong was forced to let go of Huang Miaoling's hand. The man then climbed onto his horse, then glanced at his wife for the last time. After being convinced, Liang Fenghong nodded his head to his father. Then, along with Xiaoming and Meihua, he spurred his horse without looking back, worried that there would be a lack of willingness to separate when he saw loved ones.

While staring at the departure of her husband, Huang Miaoling sat down, ‘He will be fine. She's always okay.’

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[1] Red Moon: Coming Moon

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A/N: *Author who was sitting in one of Huang Miaoling's front-door shops*: 'Hmm, so ... The beginning of the end has already begun?'