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

Chapter 116 Hiding Thoughts

Feng Twelve heard the noise behind him and turned around to help her.

However, Fang Tong did not fall as he had imagined. She maintained a backward bent posture and stood on the steps.

She held her breath, exerted force on her waist and abdomen, and lifted her upper body.

"Give me a hand." She reached out to Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve grabbed her wrist.

Fang Tong used the force to push himself up and stood up.

"Huh..." She let out a long breath, looked back at the steps behind her, and couldn't help but feel happy, "Did you see? My kung fu is pretty good."

"Kung Fu?" Feng Twelve raised the corner of his lips, suddenly let go, and pushed her lightly on the shoulder.

Fang Tong had just stood still and was about to relax when a sudden force attacked her. She had no time to dodge and was pushed down by him.

"Hey!"

Her feet were unsteady and she was about to hit the ground with her head, but her waist suddenly felt tight and he held her back.

Fang Tong was still in shock, and grabbed his collar, angrily saying, "Feng Twelve!"

"How long has it been since you last practiced Kung Fu?" Feng Twelve asked before she could get angry.

Fang Tong was stunned.

In the past few months, she mostly appeared in the form of a cat, so naturally she didn't practice much.

Feng Twelve said: "According to what you said, Bing Qi's skills are mediocre. I guess his original foundation was not solid. Now if it were you, your skills would be greatly reduced."

Of course Fang Tong understood this truth. Theory and practice are different. Moves are dead, but people are alive. Only by studying and practicing diligently can one master them. Bingqi's memory is just a textbook, and she has to learn how to use it.

The first time she fell just now, she relied on her body's old reaction to keep herself steady. Then when Feng Twelve pushed her, she panicked and forgot everything.

Fang Tong silently loosened Feng Twelve's collar and smoothed out the creases on his clothes.

"I'll practice more when I have time." An idea suddenly occurred to her, "Why don't you teach me?"

Bingqi was not taken seriously in the past, so her martial arts skills were mediocre. If her master was changed to Feng Twelve, she might also become a master.

Feng Twelve saw through her thoughts and shook his head: "You have already grown up, it is difficult to make a breakthrough. It is better to lay a good foundation and avoid getting hurt."

Fang Tong looked down at himself. This body was indeed an adult, but——

She turned her head to look at her lower back, only to see Feng Twelve move his arm and take back his hand that was across her waist.

Only then did Fang Tong realize that the two of them were quite close.

In a rush, she jumped down the stairs a few steps forward and stepped onto flat ground.

"You are so good at kung fu, who did you learn from?" She turned around and asked, "I heard Gao Tiancai mentioned in Linshui County that you are General Lin's favorite disciple. Who is General Lin?"

Most of her knowledge of Dazhao came from official reports and local chronicles, so she didn't know much about the people not mentioned in the books.

"My teacher is Lin Yang." Feng Twelve said, "He was once the Grand Marshal of the Da Zhao Army. He retired due to old age and was retained by His Majesty in the capital to teach the prince."

"So, he is the teacher of all the princes?"

“Yes, but no.”

Feng Twelve walked to the riverside, and the long weeping willows brushed against his shoulders, as if sucking him into the darkness.

"Your Majesty allowed him to enter the palace just as a formality to show his favor to this old minister. However, naturally some people would not give up such a good opportunity to become his disciple."

He stood in the shadows. Fang Tong couldn't see the expression on his face. He subconsciously followed his words and thought: "Is that person you're talking about you?"

"Yes." Feng Twelve said, "I took the opportunity when the teacher came to the palace to show off in front of him." Fang Tong was a little surprised. Feng Twelve always gave people the impression of being a peace-loving person, but she didn't expect that he had such a proactive side.

But on the other hand, he seems to be quiet on weekdays, but there is nothing he can't do. It can be seen that he is definitely not a negative person.

"That's good," Fang Tong said with a smile, "Opportunities come to those who are prepared. General Lin is willing to accept you as his disciple, so your performance must be very satisfactory to him."

“Not necessarily.” Feng Twelve laughed softly, “The teacher saw through my trick from the beginning. He didn’t expose it only out of pity.”

Fang Tong put his hands behind his back, slowly walked to his side, and looked at the river in front of him.

There were no lights by the river, but there was a faint light on the water, coming from nowhere. It seemed like the light was coming from the bottom of the water, like cloud patterns and fish scales, with varying depths.

It’s strange to say, I could still hear the gurgling sound of water on the high steps just now, but now that I’m closer, it sounds so quiet in my ears.

Fang Tong grabbed the drooping willow branch and gently circled it between his fingers.

"Pity alone is not worth taking such a big risk." She said softly, "A veteran general who is so powerful cannot leave the capital and return home even though he is old. Is this just out of favor?"

This was quite disrespectful, as it almost said that the emperor was afraid of his old minister. However, Fang Tong thought that the emperor did a good job on the surface, at least he did not abandon his old minister after his own failure, so she remained somewhat polite.

"Given General Lin's situation, he should have been cautious and careful at every step, but he still got involved with you, the prince. I think this is not only out of pity, but also out of admiration."

She turned her head and smiled at Feng Twelve: "Just based on General Lin's vision, Your Highness Twelve should not underestimate yourself."

Feng Twelve stared at her with a complicated look.

They seldom discussed state affairs, but she could always point out the key points. This girl was so smart that he had to hide some of his thoughts to avoid being discovered by her.

"You are right," Feng Twelve said, "Master also said before he died that he did not regret accepting me as his disciple."

When talking about the deceased, the atmosphere becomes particularly quiet.

Fang Tong stood quietly with Feng Twelve for a while, and his stomach made a growling sound.

The sound is not loud, but it makes your ears hot.

She touched the tip of her nose and glanced at him: "Your Highness, are you not hungry yet?"

The corners of Feng Twelve's lips twitched, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

"hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Tong replied, "What are you waiting for? Let's go."

Her tone was soft and pleading.

Feng Twelve smiled and extended his hand.

"There's mud ahead, and the road is soft and wet. You hold my sleeve to prevent me from falling."

Fang Tong grabbed his sleeve as he said and followed him through the willow grove, winding around and around, going deeper and deeper, and getting darker and darker.

Just when she suspected that Feng Twelve was going to sell her off, her eyes suddenly lit up and a sea of ​​bright lights unfolded like a picture scroll.

"We're here." Feng Twelve stopped.

Fang Tong looked at the scene in front of him and was so surprised that he was speechless.

The sky is full of brilliant stars, the water is ablaze with lights, and fishing boats are floating on the water, rippling the waves and shining brightly.

Fang Tong had never been to the Chuiliu Bridge area and had no idea that the night view here was so beautiful, like a Jiangnan area on the water.

A boatman saw them and greeted them warmly: "Sir, Madam, come and have a look at our place. We have some black fish that we just caught tonight, and a few pounds of live shrimp."

Fang Tong was slightly startled when she heard the other party's shout, and then she felt her fingers go empty, and Feng Twelve had already pulled away the sleeve that she was holding.