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

Chapter 121: Horses Frightened in Bustling City
Zhao Heng held the water bag and looked at his colleagues who were resting their eyes. He smiled bitterly and said, "We are all from the Ministry of Personnel. Although the Minister did not make it clear before we left, as soon as I saw Your Highness, I knew that this trip was not a simple one."

"Are you afraid of death?" Feng Twelve looked ahead.

Zhao Heng hesitated for a while, then smiled bitterly: "I am afraid, but before I left, I have explained everything about my family clearly. Even if I cannot return this time, I believe the court will treat my family well."

"Who are the people in Lord Zhao's family?" Feng Twelve asked.

"My parents died young, and I rely on my wife to take care of everything. My eldest daughter got married two years ago, and my youngest son is studying in a college. Although he is not very talented, he will be able to graduate this year."

Feng Twelve turned his gaze towards him and said, "Don't worry, Lord Zhao. Although this journey is difficult, it may not be a dead end."

"Your Highness, I appreciate your kind words." Zhao Heng said, "But I'm sorry to trouble my wife. I'm going to make her worry."

Feng Twelve's eyes darkened slightly. He stood up and walked to the horse, gently stroking its neck: "As long as we work together, you and Madam will meet again one day."

"I hope so." In order to ease the tense atmosphere, Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Your Highness has been conferred the title of King Rui. If you return victorious from this trip, His Majesty will also look for a princess for you."

Feng Twelve glanced at him.

This look seemed to contain some disapproval. Before Zhao Heng could see clearly, he saw him turn around and say to everyone: "We will be on the road again in a quarter of an hour."

The departure of Feng Twelve did not cause any stir in the capital. He had always lived a reclusive life. Even after being crowned a king, in the eyes of others he was still the twelfth prince who didn't like to go out.

On the contrary, Fang Tong's activities in the capital city gradually increased.

Three real estate agencies sent her messages one after another, asking her to go out and look at houses. For several days in a row, Fang Tong went out early and came back late, running around exhausted, but still didn't find a house she liked.

Fang Tong admitted that she was very picky. This was her first house in this world and she had to be extremely careful.

It cannot be too dilapidated as the cost of repairing it would be a huge expense. It cannot be too noisy as it would disturb the sleep. It cannot be too remote as it would be unsafe for a single woman to live there.

In addition, she had a small selfish desire. She didn't want to live too far away from the Twelfth Prince's Palace. Of course, this place is now called Prince Rui's Palace.

The land price near the palace is not cheap. Although Fang Tong has several hundred taels of silver, she doesn't want to spend it all on it. What's more, this area is mostly mansions of wealthy families, and there is no small courtyard she wants.

Fang Tong moved the map in his mind outward again and again, until it was locked on a place that was within half an hour's ride on horseback from the palace.

She had no intention of cutting off ties with Feng Twelve just because she moved out. That wasn't called having backbone, that was called being hypocritical.

She just thought that if they lived close to each other, they could look after each other in the future, and if anyone encountered difficulties, they could be reached by voice or word.

Although Feng Twelve probably didn't want to bother her anymore, who knows? He was not omniscient and omnipotent, and there might be places where she could make use of her remaining talents. As for her, it was even more so. She had just arrived, and if she encountered any trouble that she couldn't solve, she would probably have to ask him for help.

Fang Tong touched his face and thought that it was okay to be a little thick-skinned in order to survive.

When she thought about the fact that the man had been gone for seven or eight days and there was no news at all, she couldn't help but sigh.

She is not a very superstitious person, but recently she would mutter a few words to herself every night before going to bed, praying for his safe return.

In her life, apart from Feng Twelve, she had only prayed sincerely for her own old cat. That was when Fang Xiaohua was dying. She made a wish to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, wishing that the cat would be safe and have a smooth life in the next life, whether as a human or a cat.

"Girl, are you tired from walking? Let's find a place to rest?" Lu Tao came out of the dental clinic with her and saw that she had been silent, so she asked softly.

Fang Tong came to his senses and saw a teahouse across the street. He pointed in that direction and said, "Let's go there."

The two were about to cross the street when they heard a commotion nearby.

"Be careful, get out of the way!"

Accompanied by loud shouts, the crowd on the street started to stir and rushed to both sides like a stream of water.

I saw a tall horse running towards me.

There was no one on the horse, and the horse seemed to be frightened, rushing around all the way, kicking away the roadside stalls one after another.

At this moment, the sound of wheels was heard, and a gorgeous carriage came from the other side. Seeing the crazy horse rushing towards the carriage, passers-by panicked and pushed to avoid it, knocking a child out of the crowd and falling on the road.

"Gui'er!" With a scream, the child's mother struggled hard to get out of the crowd, but was drowned by more people.

The child was still very young, only two or three years old, and he sat on the ground and cried loudly.

The coachman was busy pulling the reins to brake the carriage, while the mad horse was already galloping close to him.

The two sides were about to collide, and the young child was caught in the middle, with no way to escape.

"Gui'er!" "Girl!"

Two shouts rang out at the same time.

With a long neigh, the galloping horse suddenly fell down.

There was a loud bang and dust flew everywhere.

Everyone present was silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

"Gui'er! My Gui'er!"

The woman finally broke free from the crowd and rushed to the carriage.

"Gui'er--" Her voice stopped abruptly because there was no one in front of the car.

She knelt on the ground and looked around blankly: "Child, where is my child?"

Just now she saw with her own eyes the child fall in the middle of the road, about to be trampled into a pulp by horse hooves, but in the blink of an eye, the child disappeared.

The woman was anxious and scared, and shouted the child's name in all directions.

"Ahem, sister, don't be afraid, your child is here."

On the side of the road, Fang Tong half-knelt on the ground, waving away the choking dust, revealing the child in her arms.

When the woman saw the child's appearance clearly, she stumbled over, hugged the child in her arms, and burst into tears.

Fang Tong let go of the child, supported his knees and stood up, but before he could stand firmly, he was supported by Lu Tao.

Lu Tao looked her up and down, with a look of shock on her face: "Miss, you scared me to death."

Just now, she and Fang Tong followed the crowd to avoid the crazy horse, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Tong disappeared.

When I saw her again, she was lying in the road, her figure visible between the crazy horse and the carriage.

"If the girl wants to save the child, just let me go. Why take such a risk?" Lu Tao was both admiring and afraid.

Fang Tong covered his head and rubbed his forehead hard: "What if I said that I was squeezed out."

There was chaos just now. She vaguely heard the woman's scream, but didn't see clearly what happened. At that moment, someone pushed her and she fell in the middle of the road, right next to the child.

Seeing the horse's hooves coming towards her, she didn't have time to think too much and rolled to the side with the child in her arms, leaving all the martial arts skills and moves behind her, relying entirely on her body's instincts and luck.

Fortunately, she was lucky. Fang Tong secretly rejoiced that her practice of horse stance and physical training these days morning and evening were not in vain. At least she rolled fast enough and was not injured.

She dusted herself off and heard a buzz of discussion among the crowd.

"The horse died?"

"Yes, look, there are still two arrows in its neck."

Fang Tong turned his head and saw the horse lying in the middle of the road with two feather arrows stuck in its neck and a large pool of blood gushing out from under its body.