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

Chapter 107 She Always Has to Leave

Fang Tong was stunned. Is that what she meant?

It seems that we can’t say there is no reason, but we can’t say it’s all because of him either.

Fang Tong was in mixed feelings for a moment, not knowing whether to admit or deny. The point was, she had just said so much, but he only heard the first few sentences?
"I remember when you called yourself the Mountain God, you were very confident and asked me to help you get a residence permit and household registration," Feng Twelve smiled, "Why are you so timid now?"

Fang Tong pursed her lips. "How can I be so confident?" She couldn't help but say, "I just mentioned it casually."

It's just like making a wish, what if it comes true?

"Then why should you worry now?" Feng Twelve said, "I will do what I promised you."

Fang Tong was silent.

"I'm not worried about you."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Twelve glanced over at him.

Fang Tong couldn't help but lower his voice: "It can be said that... I am a little worried. Aren't we friends? I can't... take advantage of you for nothing."

She spoke haltingly and didn't even understand what she was saying, but she saw a faint smile on Feng Twelve's lips.

Her face suddenly became hot for no reason, and she slapped the table: "I'm talking to you about something serious."

Feng Twelve nodded: "I know."

"You don't know," Fang Tong simply blurted out, "I want to walk on the street openly, no longer worrying about being mistaken for an assassin, and no longer having to worry about others pointing at my past and saying it's fake. I'm following you now, so I don't have to worry about these things for now, but one day I will leave."

"I know." Feng Twelve said the same thing, "You said long ago that you wanted freedom."

The smile on his lips faded a little, and he asked casually: "Fang Tong, what kind of freedom do you want?"

He usually didn't call her by her name directly. When Fang Tong suddenly heard it, she instinctively straightened her back and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"Why?" Feng Twelve asked, "Why can't you tell me?"

"No," Fang Tong hesitated, "Does freedom need to be explained?"

Everyone wants freedom in this world. She is an ordinary person in modern times, and she doesn't have any grand ambitions in Dazhao. She just wants to live a down-to-earth life, not be bullied, and not bully others.

Feng Twelve paused for a moment, looking at her with inquiring eyes: "I'm just curious, do you want to live a carefree life, or will you... find a place to settle down?"

"Of course I have to find a place to stay," Fang Tong said with a smile, "I'm not a real immortal, so how can I stay away from the ground for my whole life?"

"So are you planning to start a family?" Feng Twelve asked again.

Fang Tong was stunned.

She had no relatives or friends in Dazhao, and the only people she knew were Feng Twelve and his subordinates. But she would probably get to know more people and make more friends in the future. She didn't have enough time to get familiar with Dazhao, so how could she think about starting a family?

Seeing that she did not answer, Feng Twelve slowly said: "The laws of Dazhao do not force marriage. Women can be established as female households and remain unmarried for life, although such people are extremely rare..."

He explained the Dazhao laws in detail, focusing on explaining to Fang Tong the marriage customs, female household regulations, and corvée and taxes. Fang Tong sat woodenly at the table, feeling like he was back in a university classroom, with the teacher showing a PPT on the podium and a group of students buried in their phones and computers.

As for whether the students are watching the courseware and taking notes, or doing something else, no one knows.

Fang Tong felt like he was the student from another department who walked into the wrong classroom but had to stay and pretend to attend the class.

She held her head and looked at Feng Twelve. She seemed to be focused, but her mind was gradually going blank.

Feng Twelve had a good lip shape, she thought, with the right thickness and just the right color. It looked like he was healthy and full of energy.

His voice is also very nice, cool and clear like a drink brewed in snow.

Fang Tong glanced at the bowls of iced drinks on the table. When they were bought at the night market, there was frost on the edges of the bowls, but now it had turned into a wet area, leaving several circles of transparent water marks on the table.

She picked up a bowl and handed it to Feng Twelve: "Your Highness, are you thirsty? Have a bowl of drink first?" Feng Twelve stopped.

Fang Tong looked at him with her sparkling eyes, her white fingers resting on the coarse earthenware bowl. The drink in the bowl was as clear as spring water, rippling slightly in the light.

Feng Twelve raised his hand, clasped the edge of the bowl with his thumb, middle finger and index finger, and took the ceramic bowl from her hand without touching any inch of her skin.

Fang Tong didn't notice his action. When he saw him take the bowl, he also picked up a bowl of drink, put it to his lips and took a sip.

"It's not cold anymore." She complained slightly.

Feng Twelve put the drink back on the table: "Do you think I talk too much?"

Fang Tong opened his eyes wide: "How dare I?"

"It's just that I don't dare, not that I don't mind." Feng Twelve showed an understanding expression.

Fang Tong waved his hand quickly: "I will think about what you said when I have time."

Feng Twelve hummed lightly: "This concerns your livelihood for the next few decades, so don't be careless."

Fang Tong nodded: "These days, in addition to the Book of Rites, I have also read many local chronicles. I am not familiar with all the customs of Dazhao, but at least I understand a small part of them. Your Highness, don't worry, I will weigh my lifelong affairs. If one day I really want to establish a female household, I will also make all preparations."

At this point, she laughed and continued, "I still have eight hundred taels of silver from His Highness. Even if I take out two or three hundred taels to buy a house, the rest will be enough for daily needs."

She was planning to do some small business in the future. Even if she couldn't run the business herself at the beginning, she could investigate various places in Beijing, find a few reliable shops to invest in, and then wait for the money to make money.

She is still young and has plenty of opportunities. As long as she doesn't make trouble, she will be able to live a life without worries about food and clothing.

She was full of confidence in the future. Feng Twelve saw it, lowered his eyes, picked up the drink and slowly took a sip.

"I asked Wei Baichuan to prepare a guest room for you. If you've finished your meal, go and rest."

Fang Tong originally wanted to discuss with him how to take credit to the prince and how to explain his identity, but seeing that he seemed tired, he tactfully stopped talking.

He traveled day and night from Guzhou back to the capital, and when he arrived in the capital, he dealt with Feng Wuqiong intensively. The matter was not settled until tonight. Feng Twelve must have been very tired.

Despite this, he was still wondering if she was hungry when he left the palace, so he went to the night market on purpose.

When Fang Tong thought of this, he couldn't bear to disturb him anymore.

"I'm done eating." She glanced at the untouched dishes on the table and took the initiative to put them into the lunch box. "I'll take them to the kitchen for Aunt Zhang. If you're hungry in the middle of the night, have someone heat them up before you eat."

She said goodbye, carrying the lunch box, and stood outside the door, breathing lightly.

The topic tonight was a bit fanciful, especially for her. She talked a lot about everything that should and shouldn't be said. Thinking about how Feng Twelve would explain the law to her later, she couldn't help but suspect that she was not going to be a citizen of Da Zhao, but to take the civil service exam.

She smiled, lifted her skirt, and ran down the stairs briskly.

"Fang Tong." The door behind him suddenly opened, and Feng Twelve stood inside the door, with one hand stretched out, "Your stuff."

Fang Tong turned her head and saw the wooden box in his hand. It was the jewelry box he gave her.

She glanced around unconsciously. There were several guards guarding the courtyard. They didn't seem to pay attention to what was happening over there and just stood there dutifully.

Fang Tong quickly ran up the stairs and took the wooden box: "Thank you."

She pulled it back, but the wooden box seemed to be embedded in Feng Twelve's hand, not moving at all.

She was stunned and looked at him puzzledly, but saw that he was looking down at the wooden box, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Your Highness?" Fang Tong asked.

Feng Twelve raised his eyes, as if he had come back to his senses. He loosened his five fingers and said, "Go ahead."

After saying that, he turned and went into the house and closed the door.