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

Chapter 140 I'll Just Have You
Should? What kind of should is this?
Fang Tong looked at his self-righteous face and wanted to talk to him. She and Qin Shiyue had only chatted once in the car. Although they were both obsessed with fluff, their relationship was not good enough to visit each other casually.

Feng Twelve seemed to see her confusion and said, "I will not be in the capital in the future. If you encounter any trouble, besides Wei Baichuan, you can also look for the prince."

Fang Tong understood his subtext. He was introducing her to thicker thighs.

"What do you mean you're not in Beijing?" she asked. "Where are you going?"

Feng Twelve paused and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

Fang Tong looked at him suspiciously: "Will you...be like Prince Jing and leave the capital to become a vassal?"

Although the emperor kept most of the princes in the capital, with the precedent of Prince Jing, there was no guarantee that other princes would not appear in the future. In Fang Tong's opinion, since the emperor disliked Feng Twelve so much, it would be better to send him out of the capital to avoid the two of them getting tired of each other.

"No." Feng Twelve's answer denied her guess. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Gongcheng. "At least not now."

Fang Tong's heart moved.

Not now, do you mean when the emperor is still alive? Feng Twelve is so close to the crown prince, if the crown prince ascends the throne one day, will Feng Twelve have a chance to leave the capital?
But the emperor does not look old yet, and it is unknown when the crown prince will ascend the throne. In history, there were many crown princes who served as crown princes for twenty or thirty years. Even the crown prince has to wait, let alone the twelfth prince.

Thinking of this, Fang Tong looked at him sympathetically.

Feng Twelve noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Fang Tong said: "I'm wondering if I should open a chain store in the future."

"Chain store?" Feng Twelve was confused by the meaning of this new term.

"It means opening a shop in another place," Fang Tong said, "wherever you go, I will open one there."

Feng Twelve's eyes flickered slightly: "Why?"

"If you become a vassal king, who in the local area would dare to mess with you?" Fang Tong said, "I can enjoy the shade under a big tree. With you here, I am not afraid of being bullied."

Feng Twelve smiled slowly and said, "If you make friends with the Crown Prince's Mansion, there will be bigger trees to provide shade for you."

"I'm not greedy," Fang Tong waved his hand generously, "You are all I need."

She knew herself well that the Crown Prince was not a powerful figure that anyone could cling to. The reason why the Crown Princess Qin Shiyue looked at her differently was ultimately because of Feng Twelve.

If fate allows, perhaps she and Qin Shiyue could become friends in the future, but the relationship between people is developed through interaction. There are so many people who want to curry favor with the Prince's Mansion. If she approaches with a purpose, it will affect Feng Twelve's reputation.

She doesn't have much ambition and just wants to live a peaceful life. If you ask her who she would do anything for, Feng Twelve would definitely be the first one.

I don’t know if Feng Twelve was moved by her words. He stared at her for a long while before suddenly smiling.

"it is good."

The next morning, Feng Twelve went to the palace to meet the emperor, and Fang Tong went to Tianyixuan first.

She handed the pet clothing pattern she had redrawn last night to Ming He: "Each pattern includes the front and back, and is divided into three sizes: large, medium, and small according to the size of the pet. The chest circumference and back length suitable for different sizes are marked on the picture."

Ming He looked at the designs one by one and said with a satisfied smile, "Miss Fang is thoughtful."

She called the waiter and asked him to send the pattern to the cloth shop. Then she turned to Fang Tong and said, "I just got a cup of good tea. If Miss Fang is not in a hurry, why don't you sit down and have a drink with me?"

She described drinking tea as drinking wine. Fang Tong pursed her lips and smiled: "Sorry to bother you." Tianyixuan had an elegant room for receiving guests. She followed Minghe into it. The two of them brewed tea by the window. A ray of morning sun shone in through the window lattice. Outside the window, there were a few slender bamboos with lush greenery. On the high table inside the window, there was a plate of golden Buddha's hands, which gave off a faint fruity aroma.

Ming He is a businessman who is good at speaking. While drinking tea with Fang Tong, he chats with her about the mountains, rivers, scenery and strange stories.

Fang Tong was well-versed in official reports and local chronicles, and with his previous life experiences, it was not difficult for him to pick up the conversation. The two of them were quite polite at first, but as the conversation went on, they became more and more interested and had a better chat.

"People in Beijing love to eat coriander, but I have never liked it since I was a child," Ming He waved his round fan twice, "If my family makes mutton soup, each person must have a bowl, and I will never put this thing in my bowl."

Fang Tong laughed. Coriander is cilantro. The fact that the sophisticated Shopkeeper Ming hates it so much shows that there are people who like to eat cilantro and those who don't like to eat cilantro in any time and space.

"Have you heard of Houttuynia cordata?" she asked. "I heard that people in the southwest often eat it. It is even worse than coriander. If you love it, you want it to live, and if you hate it, you want it to die."

"Is there anything more terrible than coriander in the world?" Ming He asked curiously, "Have you ever tasted it?"

Fang Tong smiled slightly and was about to answer when he suddenly heard a commotion outside, as if someone was making a noise in the store.

Ming He frowned and put down his fan: "Miss Fang, please sit down for a moment. I'll go out and take a look."

"I'll accompany you." Fang Tong stood up.

The two of them left the elegant room and came to the outer room, where they saw several maids pushing and shoving the shop assistants.

"Stop!" Ming He shouted.

When several maids saw the shopkeeper coming out, they paused for a moment.

"Who are you? Why are you bullying my shop assistants?" Ming He frowned. "Just outside this street is Jingzhao Prefecture. You are causing trouble for no reason. Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

Her shout made the maids stop completely.

The leader turned his head and looked outside the door.

Ming He followed her gaze and saw a small blue satin sedan parked outside the door. There should be someone in the sedan. When he saw her looking over, he immediately lowered the curtains.

Ming He sneered: "Who is the lady outside? Why is she hiding and refusing to show her face to others?"

There was no sound in the sedan for a long time.

Ming He glanced at the maids in the shop and said, "Since Madam refuses to show up, and your servants are causing trouble in my shop, I will send them to Jingzhao Prefecture."

"How dare you." One of the maids said, "My master is the Minister of Rites, and my wife is a fourth-rank county lady."

Fang Tong understood clearly from what he heard that the Minister of Rites of Dazhao was a fourth-rank official, and the wife of a fourth-rank official would be given a title by the court as a fourth-rank princess.

A fourth-rank county lady sounds like she has some background, but it is not that rare in the capital. Ming He just smiled and said, "So she is a fourth-rank county lady."

Her tone suddenly changed, "Since you are the wife of an official, you should know the laws of Dazhao. You bullied my employees and destroyed my store. If you don't give me an explanation, I will go to the Minister of Rites to seek justice."

Her clear voice attracted many passers-by to look over here, and some curious people had already gathered around.

Passersby pointed and talked at the sedan chair. The person in the sedan chair couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Yu Niang, who told you to be so talkative? I asked you to do things, not to cause trouble. Why don't you talk to the store and ask them to return the master's order?"