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

Chapter 14 The man’s heart is as strong as iron
Feng Twelve was looking at the kitten in the yard, and saw a palm-sized butterfly flying over and fluttering around it. The kitten turned over and slapped the butterfly away.

He looked at it and suddenly felt relieved. This cat was smarter than the cats in the palace, and it would never encounter any danger in his prince's mansion.

When he met it on the mountain that night, he just wanted to rescue it, but who would have thought that it would become a great help later.

If there was no kitten leading the way, even if someone went up the mountain to look for him, it would take a lot of effort.

He didn't think he would die, but if he fell into a coma, it would inevitably cause trouble.

He went to report the ambush to the emperor despite his injuries, not only to help the prince out, but also because he wanted the emperor to know what happened on Eagle's Beak Peak as soon as possible.

Whether it is the bodies of the two murderers or the traces of fighting at the scene, if you investigate carefully, you can find a lot of clues.

He did not tell the emperor much that night because he knew that the emperor hated others' meddling, especially him, the twelfth prince.

"Your Highness," Aunt Zhang's loud voice sounded outside the door, "It's time for lunch."

There are two kitchens in the Twelfth Prince's Mansion. A large kitchen is in the front yard, which provides three meals a day for those on duty in the mansion. The small kitchen in the back yard is the private kitchen for the masters, and is managed by Aunt Zhang herself.

Now there is only one master, Feng Twelve, in the mansion, and Aunt Zhang is very idle. She always complains that she can only cook a few dishes a day, which is a waste of her good cooking skills.

This time Feng Twelve was injured, and Aunt Zhang seemed to have gotten a great benefit. From last night to this morning, she cooked two meals in various ways. In the whole morning, she sent snacks to the room twice and soup once.

Feng Twelve came to the flower hall outside and saw several dishes on the table, both meat and vegetables. Each one was different from the previous ones. He couldn't help but say, "Don't be so troublesome next time."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I've asked the doctor, and he said these can replenish your Qi and blood and are easy to digest. I didn't make a small amount of each, so together they are just enough for you to eat, so you don't have to worry about being too full."

"If we didn't have the snacks and soup in the morning, these would be just right." Feng Twelve sat down at the table, "There's no need to send any more food in the afternoon."

Aunt Zhang was very regretful: "But the noodles in my bowl have all been mixed."

Aunt Zhang was an old acquaintance of Feng Twelve's mother in the palace. As an older palace maid, she was released from the palace to get married. Later, she wandered among the people for many years until Feng Twelve left the palace and built his own mansion, and then found her back. In name, she and Feng Twelve were master and servant, but in fact, she treated him like his own son or nephew.

Feng Twelve saw that she looked depressed, and thought for a moment, "I remember you made fresh meat puffs once, and everyone in the mansion liked them very much. You can make some more this time and let Baichuan take them to other wounded soldiers."

Aunt Zhang smiled happily and said, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

She left happily. Feng Twelve picked up the chopsticks and saw a plate of steamed shad in the middle of the table.

He glanced out the window, and with a chopstick, he picked out a large piece of tender meat from the fish's belly and put it on the bone dish.

Fang Tong was basking in the sun in the courtyard. One side of her body was burned, so she turned sideways to bask in the sun on the other side. She thought vaguely, maybe this is the happiness of a cat's life?

No need to punch in at work, no need to worry about work. People are stealing half a day of leisure, while cats are enjoying their leisure every day. If they keep lying like this, her bones will melt.

No wonder cats are said to be fluid animals. It would be strange if they didn’t metabolize if they lie like this all day.

Fang Tong sighed beautifully and raised her paws to cover her eyelids. Even though the sun was too bright, she felt it was too bright even with her eyes closed.

She turned over, squinted her eyes and looked around, trying to find a more comfortable corner. At this moment, she saw Feng Twelve walking towards the courtyard.

He came to the stone table and put a porcelain plate on it. The plate hit the stone and made a slight sound.

Fang Tong moved his ears and sniffed. It was a very familiar smell.

Feng Twelve tapped the table: "Come up."

Fang Tong didn't see what was in the porcelain plate, but she instinctively guessed that it must be delicious.

Hearing the call, she jumped onto the table and a large piece of fat fish appeared in her eyes.

Fang Tong made a gurgling sound in his throat. Steamed fish? Long time no see.

She looked at Feng Twelve and saw him push the porcelain plate in front of her. "Don't like it?"

Feng Twelve was a little confused when he saw the kitten staring at him without moving.

He heard from the guards who reported back that the kitten got a piece of dried fish from Xiaonian and ate it very quickly while hiding in the pavilion. Why did it not want to eat the fish when it was his turn to give it?
Fang Tong came back to his senses when he heard the question.

How could she not like it? She loved eating fish in the first place, and after becoming a cat, it was even more difficult for her to resist the temptation of fish. She just didn't expect that this person would not only eat but also remember to feed her.

This piece of fish meat should be the tenderest part of the fish belly. He didn't eat it himself, but left it for her. He is indeed a real fluff control freak.

Fang Tong meowed at him affectionately, lowered his head, and started eating the fish seriously.

There was some salty and fresh soup on the fish skin. Fang Tong listened carefully and found it had the taste of ham, mushrooms and bamboo shoots. It was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into making this dish.

She really wanted to savor the fish slowly, but her brain couldn't control her tongue, and she ate all the fish in no time.

She looked at the empty plate with lingering interest, then raised her head to glance at the owner.

Feng Twelve raised his hand to wipe the oil stains from her mouth: "No more."

Fang Tong's ears drooped. She could see that although this man liked cats, he would never indulge them without limits. In the morning, he was afraid that she would eat too much, so he sent her out for a walk. Now that he gave her a snack, he refused to feed her an extra bite.

He is truly as hard-hearted as iron and has a firm stance.

She wagged her tail and saw Feng Twelve putting away the porcelain plate and leaving, so she immediately jumped off the table and followed him back to the room.

She came to the small study, but didn't rush into the room. She took advantage of the good daylight and looked around the room.

The position near the window is good. The afternoon sun shines through the window lattice like a piece of soft satin. If you put a small couch in front of the window, read a book, and have a cup of tea, you can enjoy half a day of leisure.

But Feng Twelve would definitely not do such a thing.

Yesterday in the carriage, Fang Tong saw with his own eyes that he was reading a military book while making annotations with a pen. This man was busy even when he was injured, so how could he have the mind to be lazy?

Fang Tong looked through the titles of the books on the bookshelf one by one, and just as she expected, there was not a single idle book among them.

She sighed softly. Although being a cat was leisurely, it was also boring to do nothing all the time. She had wanted to steal a few storybooks to pass the time, but now it seemed that there was no hope for the storybooks.

"Your Highness, this is today's official report."

There was a report from outside the door, and soon Feng Twelve brought in a booklet from the outer room.

The booklet was very thin, with the words "Di Bao" written on it in red in the middle of the cover.

When Fang Tong saw it, his eyes lit up.

Although she was not a historian, she often saw things like official reports in movies, TV shows and books.

The Dibao was the official news issued by the ancient imperial court. All documents related to the emperor's edicts, court affairs or the promotion and demotion of officials would be copied in it, which served as a kind of internal reference.

The Jokhang Dynasty's official bulletin was published every five days and distributed from the capital to various places for all officials to read.

Fang Tong's gaze followed Feng Twelve to the table. Seeing him open the official newspaper, he felt as if his heart was itching and followed him unconsciously.

She had just arrived in Dazhao and was unfamiliar with the place. She had also rarely seen the assassin Bingqi, so the memories he left her were pitifully poor. She wanted to understand the rules of survival in this world, but apart from listening to other people's conversations, she could only look for experience from books.

The official bulletin is the most up-to-date and valuable thing.

(End of this chapter)