丝 č§ č˝ ĺ¨ ć§ Subjective motivation â To strive for victory by taking initiative in your own hands.
Sun Wu/Sun Zi- Was a high ranking military general and strategist in the 6 <sup>th</sup> century B.C.
Sun Ziâs âArt of Warâ is the oldest military treatise book it consists of thirteen chapters which thoroughly explains tactics and theories in war. Each chapter is devoted to one aspect of warfare, it is said to be the definitive work on military strategies and tactics of its time, and is still read for its military insights. Interestingly, a lot of its theories are still applied in modern day warfare and even businesses seek guidance in its wisdom. I know that during the Vietnam war, the generals of the Vietnam side were avidly employing tactics that they read from the Art of War to hold out their defense against the Americans.
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Rong w.a.n.g kept his promise and sure enough took Feng Ming out horse riding the next day.
When Feng Ming spotted White Cloud, he became ecstatic and was practically dancing with joy.
After a few laps of shared riding with Rong w.a.n.g, the Prince was beginning to get more familiar with his newly learnt skill so Feng Ming demanded to ride White Cloud alone.
âImpossible, you havenât grasped the basic skills of horsemans.h.i.+p, how could you ride White Cloud by yourself?â
âHuh?
With much scorn, Feng Ming glared accusingly at the King.
âLast night, who said I was capable and gallant, I am able to do anything and simply a genius?â
Replying coyly Rong w.a.n.g offered the truth, âIt was make you happy, as the Crowned Prince, how can you take others flattery seriously?â
âYou tricked me again!â Feng Ming hurled back in a fit of anger, before twisting his body to face away from the man, bitter with his indignation.
Two bodies were both situated on the horseâs back, due to the close proximity of their shared seating their bodies couldnât help but met, tightly.
As Feng Ming suddenly moved his body, brus.h.i.+ng unknowingly against the king, he immediately triggered a response of arousal from Rong Tian.
Within moments, something had awakened beneath him, an extremely harden length infiltrated the compact s.p.a.ce between the two men, scaring Feng Ming to the point the blood drained from his face.
He didnât dare to move a fraction, choosing to stay cemented.
âI warned you not to thrash about.â Rong w.a.n.gâs chest was heaving slightly as he was trying to maintain himself. However, the language in his eyes was saying otherwise, as they were burning with a fervent flame when they bore into Feng Ming.
The attendants that were in the near distance didnât seem to be aware what was happening.
Feng Ming could feel the heat radiating from Rong w.a.n.gâs member, it was scorching and obvious that l.u.s.t was pulsing through the other manâs heart.
Feng Ming could only bring up images of newspapers that reported violent rape cases. With those thoughts he couldnât help a sickly numbness that started to spread from his head downwards.
He asked in a soft voice, âIâll be obedient and get off the horse, when youâve settled down a bit you can dismount, all right?â
The Kingâs crotch was pitched up high and noticeable, if he dismounted parading himself, he would completely lose his precious idol status and his credibility with his people.
âThat wonât be necessary.â Rong w.a.n.g replied with a tough tone which offered no bargaining between the two.
This only acted to send Feng Ming into a panic.
âWell, what do you want? You were the one that got aroused by yourself.â Feng Ming stared in frustration, wanting nothing further with the King.
âI warn you, I am now an appreciated and capable Crowned Prince and you arenât allowed to touch a hair on my head.â
The bargaining chip he collected from yesterdayâs events was immediately brought out and thrown onto the table. However, Feng Ming was oblivious to the fact that his beautiful angry eyes completely failed to help him threaten the King.
Instead, they were alluring to the King, as they provided a mysterious gravitational pull which almost caused him to grab Feng Ming and pin him down beneath his own body on top of the gra.s.s.
Even though it wasnât entirely impossible to execute his possessive needs over the Prince, Rong Tian wasnât going to make it awkward for his own men.
"What are you doing?â Feng Ming said quickly in concern.
"Letting you a.s.sist me in putting out my fire.â
The two menâs voices were lowered as much as possible, escaping any audiences.
Suddenly, Feng Mingâs hand was unwillingly tugged over and placed on top of the strong erection that was hidden beneath the Kingâs robes.
It was a complete weapon of destruction!
He immediately understood the Kingâs intentions, and his face seared with bright red and he scolded him angrily.
âYou pervert!â
âAre you going to a.s.sist me or not?â Rong w.a.n.g asked impatiently, his tone was basically refusing to accept no for an answer.
The heat radiating from the organ under Feng Mingâs palm was astounding there was also a strong throbbing which surged through the manâs hardened length.
Feeling the otherâs rush of blood only sent Feng Mingâs heart pounding, and it began to thump hard against his chest.
White Cloud remained at calm in comparison to his two guests who were rather restless on his back. The horse was gracefully pacing the gra.s.s paddock. His movements were slow and st.u.r.dy, and somewhat rhythmic as he caused his riders to rock gently with each step.  This motion added friction between the King and the Crowned Prince.
As a result, within seconds this gyration caused Feng Ming to reach the same excited situation the King was in, he was aroused.
He cursed himself inwardly.
Gritting his teeth and sucking in the last of his sanity he spoke in a pained voice.
âThereâs a condition, Iâll help you but youâll have to help me too.â
Rong w.a.n.g was taken by surprise by this attractive condition, his mouth went dry and his crotched ached with pain from the new promise of attention.
In a hoa.r.s.e seductive tone the King managed. âHurry up, what are you dawdling on?â
Sparing no time, he practiced what he preached and immediately snaked his hand into Feng Mingâs clothes.
On the tall steed, two men began to slowly coax and caress each other.
Maintaining the intensity and yet having to be cautious of attracting their servantâs attention, heightened both their stimulations.
âI still think that you are inexperienced in this aspect.â The Regent King teased with a cunning smile.
Rong w.a.n.g large hands continued to firmly rub Feng Mingâs hard modest member.
However, the Kingâs own rapid breathing didnât hide his own excitement, under Feng Mingâs gentle caresses an o.r.g.a.s.m was welling from the pit of his stomach and it was practically on the verge of exploding.
On the other hand, Feng Ming was completely useless, his senses where thrown out the door and his brain was basically embedded in a frenzy of pleasure.
The Prince was speechless, his mouth couldnât even function and his neck was blushed with pink. The poor Prince could only bite down his jaw to stop his whimpering to escape from his lips.
Surges of electric currents originating from their fingertips were firing neurons to their brains, stirring up the primal desires deep within, pleasing their l.u.s.ts and their obvious pleasure surfaced.
Feng Ming began to whimper under the Kingâs unbearable touch.
âMmmphâŚâ
At the final moment before Feng Mingâs release, Rong Tian abruptly kissed the trembling lips, sealing the sound of gratification within. The kiss helped Feng Ming escape attention from any of their attendants. If it had not been the case it would have been an extremely embarra.s.sing groan.
Warm white milky fluid squirted into each of their palms.
âLucky White Cloudâs coat is white.â Rong Tian commented with a smirk.
King Rong began to clean himself up, rubbing with the hems of an inner layer of his plentiful clothing and he slowly caught his breath.
Feng Ming gradually came to his senses and he too, reached into his front to start cleaning the spent friend he had in his trousers.
âWait a moment!â
Rong w.a.n.g halted him from continuing, and from the breast of his robe he fished out a handkerchief which was covered with delicate embroidery.
With this, he reached into Feng Mingâs robes and dutifully wiped the traces of their pa.s.sion from his spent member and his thighs.
Feng Mingâs face turned red and abashed but he still managed a âThank you.â
"You're welcome."
Rong Tian took the stained handkerchief with the embarra.s.sing evidence from Feng Ming and lifted it up slightly to admire it.
âIâll keep this as a momento,â he declared seriously.
Giving no opportunity to the Prince to s.n.a.t.c.h it back, Rong Tian treasured bounty was quickly returned to a hidden chest compartment within the Kingâs robes.
Feng Ming eyes rapidly shot wide open, the words knocked out of his mouth.
There was a long pause before Feng Ming snapped out of his shock and screamed at the King.
âRong w.a.n.g! You are disgustingly perverted!â
The high pitched outburst, echoed throughout the small lawn. Under these circ.u.mstances no one would even care whether the attendants would become suspicious!
Just as the Prince was going to attempt to pinch back the offensive handkerchief and destroy the shamefulness it represented, sounds of an urgent set of horseâs gallop reached his ear.
âHis Royal Highness and Regent King, your eminences were both here all along!â
General Tong was the cause of the interruption, the middle aged man laughed heartedly as he sat on the back of his horse.
âWe have reached an agreement with the envoy that arrived from the Country of Li. The murder of Xi Reiâs official will not damage the relations.h.i.+p with have with them. As for the Tong Country, we have already dispatched an ultimatum, demanding them to surrender the criminals or else we will deploy our troops immediately. However, there are other matters of the state that needs to be dealt with, and if I can ask that your eminences would grace us with your presences in the discussion court.â
âI am not going!â
With his eyes fixated on the King, Feng Ming was unwavering as he flat out refused the request.
âWe will go immediately, General Tong.â The Regent King replied calm and sternly, offering the general a soft smile, and soon after he leaned closer to Feng Mingâs ear and whispered.
âIf you are obedient, Iâll return the handkerchief to you.â
âYou give it back first!â Feng Ming said bitterly under his breath.
"No, first you have to return with me to the court.â
âGive it back and Iâll go!â
"Come with me and Iâll return it to you.â
As their bickering was getting no where, Rong Tian turned around, to the waiting general.
âGeneral Tong, please go ahead of us. His Royal Highness will join you soon.â
âThenâŚI shall take my leave first.â General Tong was not a fool. Unless he was blind, anyone could read the strange expressions on the two menâs face whilst they continued to whisper to each other, the general knew something was astray so he was more than willing to ride away.
âFeng MingâŚâ Rong w.a.n.g watched and waited till General Tong was in the distance and he suddenly wrapped is arms tightly around Feng Ming bringing the Prince into a tight embrace.
âWhat are you doing?â The Prince exerted all his strength to struggle out of the hold, but it was completely fruitless.
The difference between their physical strength could not be highlighted any better than this example.
âIâm warning you. Do no provoke me to boil over,â he threatened his dangerous dark eyes narrowed setting them onto Feng Mingâs face.
The grave expression sent fear to the boy, as Feng Ming unconsciously ceased his struggle.
Rong Tian then gently cautioned him, âI am really tempted to throw you onto the gra.s.s and pin you down right now and have my way with you. Do not give me an excuse to do soâ
Like storm clouds approaching bringing ominous trouble, and setting off barometers, Feng Mingâs eyes were alarmed as panic sank in.
Rong w.a.n.g laughed.
âI donât want to scare you. However, if you donât change your behavior sooner or later you will reap the punishment. Do I make myself clear? Letâs go to the hall now.â
He promptly dismounted the horse, and held out his arms to carry a silent Feng Ming from his perch.
As easily the King had managed to scare Feng Ming, he quickly coaxed the boy with his charm.    The Prince earnestly followed in the older manâs footsteps as they both made their way back to the courtroom.
âWhen are you going to return that handkerchief to me?â he asked softly as he trailed behind as they both proceeded to return to the official discussion hall.
âYou arenât a woman, is your skin that thin?â he teased, not folding into the request.
âDonât all men have their dignity?â was the Princeâs reb.u.t.tal.
The coupleâs spat continued as they argued with their voices lowered, even when they entered the hall.
âYour Highness, we bid you well!â A chorus of men startled Feng Ming as they greeted the Crown Princeâs entrance.
Every face in plain sight was full of respect as they paid their good wishes to the Prince.
Feng Ming was speechless, inwardly he could only think the people of this era, could easily sway their att.i.tudes and wasnât the change ridiculously fast?
The snap finger change didnât even allow this modern man the have the luxury of giving them all a sigh first.
However, since he a.s.sumed his role as the Crowned Prince it was the first time he felt admired, and it wasnât hard to let it get to his head. After all it was a good feeling to be able pleased with what he had accomplished for once.
Rong w.a.n.g immediately caught Feng Mingâs smug expression so he dipped his head down towards the shorter man and whispered a caution.
âDonât act so pleased with yourself, If they discover that you are an imposter, they will certainly be the first to drag you out to roast on the fire.â
The Kingâs words came as a bucket of cold water dumped on Feng Mingâs head, and it immediately washed away the smitten smile of pride on the Princeâs lips.
Feng Ming cursed the man inwardly, before grinding his teeth begrudgingly.
âI am the real Prince, you have to stop suspecting me!â he spat gingerly.
The King returned with a laugh, not paying attention to the topic any more he moved to sit down in his seat.
Feng Ming followed suit and placed himself next to the Regent King in their shared seating platform in the middle of the room.
Everyone else promptly sat in their positions, and soon enough the room was engaged with the affairs of the country.
Feng Ming originally had no interest in such tedious matters. The show of his merit yesterday was merely an anger outburst that was triggered by Rong w.a.n.gâs mistreatments.
He listened for a while, barely putting any effort in focusing on the squabbling voices. It didnât take long for his mind to stray elsewhere.
"His Royal Highness?â a voiced called.
Feng Ming frowned as he heard his cue to join the boring conversation taking place in front of him. All this time, instead of listening attentively he had been deep in the midst of his own thoughts.
The Prince had been enwrapped in scheming how he would take White Cloud for himself, if he could somehow pry the prized horse from the Regent Kingâs possession.
Pus.h.i.+ng this plans aside, Feng Ming raised his head, where he unexpectedly come face to face with General Chu who was looking at him with much deference.
"Ah?" The Prince managed, beckoning a question to be asked as he sat completely clueless to where he was meant to be involved.
âHis Majesty, why are you frowning? Is there something you are not satisfied with in the tax policies, perhaps a problem?â
Feng Mingâs eyes shot around the room, where all his subjects were looking at him as if they were antic.i.p.ating another amazing speech of power from the âcapableâ Crowned Prince.
Where the h.e.l.l was he going to pull out an awe inspiring speech?
Towards tax, accounting and finance Feng Ming didnât have the slightest clue, nor did he ever care for learning it.
âThereâs nothing wrong, just carry out what you have just discussed.â Feng Ming hastily dismissed the issue as he nodded, casually waving the matter.
Feng Ming couldnât get the topic off his back, as General Chu continued to stare at him strangely, after a long pause he advised the Crown Prince. âHowever, your Highness we havenât been able to draw a conclusion for our tax policy negotiationsâŚâ
What a complete shame! Feng Ming was caught out in his absent mindedness and his face was faltering from his embarra.s.sment.
Rong Tian stepped into the conversation.
âThe Prince has had little contact with the happenings of the tax system hence the lack of experience and knowledge on such matters is understandable.â
The Kingâs intermission was out of good will, offering to sc.r.a.pe what remained of the Princeâs pride. Instead of helping out, Feng Ming could only feel the mockery in the manâs tone.
His anger was on its way to rebirth.
In addition, during his absentminded wavering he came to a realization that the King had completely taken advantage of him when they rode White Cloud.
Why did I have to help him doâ thatâ?
When he cleaned me âdown thereâ and kept the evidence!