Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 10 New arrival
Fang Tong subconsciously pulled at the ball of paper, but saw that there was no writing on it, and it was just a crumpled up piece of blank paper.

She was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look behind her.

There were a few pieces of white paper on the small table next to Feng Twelve. There was no one else in the car at the time, so the paper ball was naturally crumpled by him.

Why would he throw a ball of paper for no reason? It wasn't a piece of paper that had been wasted.

Fang Tong stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and suddenly an idea came to him.

Did he throw paper balls for her to play with?

She picked up the paper ball, turned around and fell on her back, kicking the paper ball and rolling it a few times. Sure enough, she saw Feng Twelve's mouth corners raised.

Fang Tong just found it funny. This man was so serious that he never knew he could play with cats.

Feng Twelve saw that the kitten was having fun and not sitting there in a daze like it had lost its soul before, so he looked away.

They set out in the afternoon and arrived in the capital at almost three o'clock in the morning.

Fang Tong heard the guards outside negotiating with the city guards, and knew that they would be able to enter the capital soon, so he immediately became interested.

There was no curfew in the Jokhang Dynasty, and the night markets in the capital were open all night long. In the distance, there were noisy voices and the sound of flutes and drums.

Fang Tong stared at the half-open car window, wanting very much to go up and take a look at the world outside.

She glanced at Feng Twelve and saw that he was still resting with his eyes closed, so she jumped lightly and jumped onto the couch.

She tiptoed to the window and jumped up.

Just as her front paws were about to touch the window pane, the back of her neck suddenly felt tight and someone grabbed it.

Fang Tong scratched the window pane twice with her claws and watched the window move away from her reluctantly.

She turned her head and meowed twice at the person who caught her, then struggled instinctively.

Feng Twelve held the kitten's neck with one hand and supported its butt with the other.

“I’ll fall.”

As if in response to his explanation, the carriage jolted twice as it drove over the uneven stone slabs.

Fang Tong sat down on Feng Twelve's palm, drooped his ears, and shook his beard regretfully.

If she doesn't want to watch it, then don't watch it. She will always have a chance in the future.

Just as I was thinking about it, my body was suddenly lifted up.

Feng Twelve held her and walked her to the window.

Through the hollow window lattice, Fang Tong could see the scene on the street clearly.

Jugglers, hawking vendors, teahouses, taverns, and brothels - everywhere was filled with the scent of burning candles. Thousands of lights illuminated the sky, and red sleeves solicited customers, making it a feast for the eyes and a thrilling experience.

This world was not as convenient as the modern one, but the streets were bustling with people. The memories Fang Tong got from Bing Qi finally became vivid and bright. She clearly realized that this Jokhang Dynasty really existed.

She stared blankly for a while, twirled her beard, and sneezed in the cold wind.

The hand that was supporting her moved, and Feng Twelve put her back on the pillow.

Fang Tong spun around on the spot, and his furry tail swept across his wrist.

Feng Twelve looked down at her, the candlelight reflected in his eyes, like a handful of snow on the top of a mountain illuminated by the morning sun, glowing with warm colors.

He raised his hand and stroked the kitten's tail, but the kitten twisted its body and pulled its tail out of his palm.

He chuckled silently and rubbed its head with his fingers. The kitten glanced at him, lay down on the pillow, rested its little head on its paws, and sighed in a formal manner.

Hearing this sigh, the warmth in Feng Twelve's eyes became even stronger.

Just then, the carriage stopped.

The baby-faced guard outside reported: "Your Highness, we are here."

During the Zhao Dynasty, except for the crown prince who lived in the inner city of the imperial palace, all other princes, once they reached adulthood, regardless of whether they were crowned kings or not, moved to live outside the palace.

The Twelfth Prince's Mansion is located in Ning'anfang on the north side of the Fifth Street of West Street.

Feng Twelve said goodbye to the prince and his wife and walked towards his own door.

There were already people waiting at the door to greet them, and a sturdy man stepped forward first. "Where's the stretcher? Xiaonian," he called the baby-faced guard, "Why don't you let Your Highness lie down? Your Highness, don't be in a hurry to leave, we'll carry you in."

"No need." Feng Twelve said, and stepped over the threshold.

"Hey! Your Highness, please wait for me." The man hurriedly followed.

He came to Feng Twelve and was startled again when he saw the cat bed in his hand.

"Your Highness, this is——"

"Meow." Fang Tong called him sweetly.

The man laughed and rubbed his hands: "Your Highness, why did you think of raising a cat? Come, I'll hold it for you."

“No need.” Feng Twelve held the little nest in his arms, not looking away, “I can carry it.”

The man took back his hands, with a look of regret on his face: "Your Highness has come a long way, and you must not have eaten well on the way. Aunt Zhang has prepared a meal for you, please go back to your room and have some first."

"Well," Feng Twelve looked at the kitten in his hand, "get some more goat milk."

"Of course," the man said with a smile, "Aunt Zhang likes these little guys the most. I'll ask her to prepare them right away."

Half an hour later, Fang Tong squatted on the large wooden table in the small kitchen in the backyard, licking the goat milk in the bowl.

Aunt Zhang, who was big and strong, was standing by the table, with a loving look on her face: "Dear, drink slowly, there's more in the pot."

Fang Tong turned his head to look at her, rubbed her hand obediently, and burped.

"Oh, I forgot you're still young. You can't drink too much at one time." Aunt Zhang took the bowl in front of her, "Let's eat tomorrow morning. I'll make eel paste for you."

Fang Tong licked her lips. Eel paste? She actually liked to eat stir-fried eel slices, but if there was no seasoning, it would taste fishy, ​​right?
As she listened to Aunt Zhang confidently asking people to buy eels the next morning, she couldn't help but feel deeply worried about her future menu.

It is true that people are never satisfied. Once they have a place to live, they begin to indulge in food and drink.

She reflected on herself, jumped off the table, and planned to look somewhere else.

I'm going to be staying here temporarily, so I have to figure out how to get around.

"Nannan, be good," Aunt Zhang grabbed her and said, "Don't run around. I'll take you to find a place to live."

Fang Tong nestled in Aunt Zhang's arms, watching her walk through two gates and into a spacious and airy courtyard.

There were a few clumps of bamboo in the corner of the courtyard, and towering sycamore trees and banana leaves in the yard. There were no flowers or grass nearest the house. Under the corridor was an open space paved with stone slabs, with weapon racks on both sides of the space.

Aunt Zhang walked into the yard holding the kitten, and saw the man coming out of the house.

"Commander Wei," Aunt Zhang called him, "Is His Highness asleep?"

Wei Baichuan turned his head to look at the lights in the room: "The doctor is changing the medicine for His Highness, what do you want to see him about?"

Aunt Zhang stroked the kitten in her arms and said, "Nannan is full. Did His Highness tell me where to put her?"

Wei Baichuan slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot to tell you that the cat bed is in the east wing. Here, give it to me and I'll take it there."

Aunt Zhang stepped back and said, "Go away, you are so clumsy, I can do it myself."

Aunt Zhang sent Fang Tong to the east wing and rubbed her head reluctantly: "Nannan, be obedient and don't make trouble. Auntie will pick you up tomorrow morning."

Fang Tong watched Aunt Zhang leave, looked around, and walked around the dark room.

It was quiet everywhere, there was no one in the house, it was like a huge coffin.

Fang Tong was so frightened by his own association that his hair stood on end.

She silently climbed up from her nest and jumped onto the high table by the window in two steps.

"Bang", the vase on the table was knocked down by her.

It was over, Fang Tong raised his paws to hold his head.

She had clearly spotted the gap, but unexpectedly her body moved up, and her tail swung again, knocking over the vase.

"who!"

A scolding sounded in the courtyard and a patrolling guard pushed the door open.

(End of this chapter)