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

Chapter 15 Transform again
Feng Twelve flipped through a few pages of the official newspaper when he suddenly felt a heaviness on his legs and something jumped up.

He looked down and met the kitten's round eyes.

The kitten called out to him, turned around on his legs, and found a place to lie down.

As soon as it lay down, it closed its eyes comfortably, as if it was treating Feng Twelve's thighs as a cat bed.

Feng Twelve smiled slightly when he saw this.

After lying there for a while, the kitten began to purr from its throat and was sleeping very soundly. Feng Twelve stroked its soft fur and picked up the newspaper to read again.

Fang Tong was snoring softly while secretly opening his eyes.

Feng Twelve did not chase her away, so the plan was successful.

She pretended to casually turn sideways, adjusted the angle, and raised her eyes to peek at the official report in Feng Twelve's hand.

Although the contents of the court bulletin were written in classical Chinese, they mostly covered current events and were easier to understand than military books. The names of people and officials were easy to understand, but the ancient timekeeping was based on the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches. Whenever a certain month or day was mentioned, it was always Jiaxu and Dingwei, which made her calculate in her mind for a while.

Feng Twelve read very quickly, while Fang Tong was still digesting it slowly. He had already finished reading today's official report.

After closing the book, he was about to rub the kitten, but before his fingertips touched its back, it ran away.

Fang Tong didn't pay attention to Feng Twelve's actions. Her eyes were sore and her head was swollen, and she just wanted to go back home and rest.

Feng Twelve's hand stopped in mid-air, and he watched the kitten run into the nest without even giving him a glance. It was a stark contrast to his enthusiasm just now, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He placed the court bulletin into the wooden box on the table, picked up a page of manuscript from the neatly arranged pile of papers on the right, with half of the paper left blank. He ground ink and picked up a pen, then continued writing on the blank space.

When Fang Tong woke up, it was already dark.

The room was warm with candlelight on.

Feng Twelve was writing furiously under the lamp. The light cast his silhouette on the wall, making Fang Tong feel a sense of pressure from the top student.

She stood up her hind legs, stretched her body, ran out of the door, and went to the small kitchen to ask Aunt Zhang for a bowl of goat milk.

Aunt Zhang was so delighted by her rubbing against her that she called her "Nannan" all the time.

Wei Baichuan passed by and heard it, and corrected him: "Aunt Zhang, it's called 'Snowball'."

Aunt Zhang glanced at him and said, "The lion dog of the neighboring Wu Shilang's family is called Snowball. The cat of Wang Dalang, who usually delivers food to the mansion, is also called Snowball. There are so many Snowballs in the world. Our Highness' cat should be called Nannan."

Wei Baichuan rubbed his nose: "Let His Highness call me 'Nannan'? This is not what he likes."

"What's wrong with Nannan? Our kitten is so smart and pretty. If she were a child, I would adopt her as my daughter." Aunt Zhang pulled Xiaonian beside him and asked, "Xiaonian, don't you think so?"

Xiao Nian chuckled and said, "Yes, I think 'Little God' sounds the best."

"roll."

Wei Baichuan and Aunt Zhang drove him out in unison.

Fang Tong didn't expect that giving a name could cause a war. She stuck to the corner and sneaked away quietly when no one was paying attention.

She returned to the main room and saw Feng Twelve still writing under the lamp.

Seeing that he was fully focused, Fang Tong did not disturb him. He returned to his nest obediently and quietly digested what he had learned that day.

She lived a very comfortable life in the following days.

Every day I eat when I wake up, play when I’m full, and sleep when I’m tired of playing. It seems that when I open my eyes, the sky is bright, and soon it’s dark again.

This reminded her of an old saying: There are no years in the mountains, but a thousand years in the world.

To put it in modern terms, it’s just one word: stay-at-home.

Feng Twelve's mansion was not very big. After more than ten days, Fang Tong visited every courtyard. There were two places he visited most often.

One is a place for everyone to rest.

There are the most young people in the prince's mansion, and when they are not on duty, they can't help but get together and laugh.

Fang Tong heard a lot of strange stories and gossip from them, from the court to the common people. People like Xiaonian, who were eloquent, often told stories vividly, making people unable to move their feet.

There is also a kitchen.

Ever since he tasted the fried dried fish and steamed fish that day, Fang Tong found that he did not feel any discomfort and plucked up the courage to eat some other food.

Like fresh meat crisps, white rice cakes, roasted quail, stewed lamb tripe, as long as the taste is not too spicy, she will try it at least once.

At worst, she would lose some hair, she thought viciously, and ate a piece of steamed duck in the big kitchen. Seeing that the cook wanted to feed her more, she left quickly.

She is still young and cannot eat too much, otherwise Feng Twelve will not let her sleep later.

She had been getting along well with him lately, with only a slight disagreement over eating.

He probably heard that she was eating everywhere, so every time he went back, he would touch her stomach. If he saw that she had eaten too much, he would ruthlessly send her for a walk in the yard.

If she was lazy and found a place to lie down, Feng Twelve would appear in front of her soon, carry her back to the house, and play with her using paper balls, yarn balls and cat toys made of bird feathers.

Seeing that he was so busy with daily affairs and still had to take time out to work out with her, Fang Tong felt a little embarrassed, so she had to restrain herself and eat less snacks every time.

In fact, it’s not her fault. She just has a vague feeling that human food is more suitable for her.

Didn't you see that she was running and jumping more vigorously these days? She could jump onto the desk with a single leap, which showed that the snacks were not eaten in vain.

She returned to the backyard and tiptoed into the house.

She deliberately chose to come back after lunch because recently at this time, Feng Twelve would go to the front yard to discuss matters with Wei Baichuan and others.

She planned to take a nap secretly while he was away.

She returned to the small study and found that Feng Twelve had left as expected. On the table was a large piece of rice paper with ink all over it, and a diagram composed of dots and lines was drawn on it.

Fang Tong had been in the small study for so many days, watching Feng Twelve writing and drawing every day, and he already knew where the pile of manuscripts on his desk came from.

That was Feng Twelve's diary, or rather, the key points of military strategy that he wrote down on a daily basis.

There was no one in the room at this time. Fang Tong was curious and decided to take a closer look at what the formation diagram he drew looked like.

She leaped onto the desk and squatted in front of the drawing, looking at it carefully.

After watching for a while, she secretly admired it.

There are not many people who can explain something clearly through concise words, let alone using a picture.

Most of the soldiers here are illiterate, so the generals will pass the battle formation diagram to the army and teach the soldiers how to form the battle formation according to the diagram. The importance of the battle formation diagram is self-evident.

The picture drawn by Feng Twelve was simple and straightforward. Even an outsider like Fang Tong could understand it, so it would be easier for people in the military to comprehend it.

She felt a little proud of her learning ability, stretched happily, turned around and jumped off the table.

"thump!"

The chair was knocked over by her.

She fell and felt dizzy, and it took her a while to get up from the ground.

Before I even stood up straight, I felt a chill all over my body.

She casually brushed away a strand of long hair from her neck.

——Oh no!

Fang Tong took a breath of cold air, and his hair slipped through his fingers like water.

Why has she changed again?
She suddenly squatted down, picked up a piece of paper from the table and held it in front of her.

She picked up the chair with one hand, squatted between the table and chair, and looked around nervously.

Fortunately, the window was closed, the door was half-open, and there was no one in the room, otherwise it would have been troublesome if someone saw us.

Fang Tong bit her lip and wanted to go to the inner room to find some clothes.

As soon as she moved, she heard noises coming from the courtyard.

She stiffened, shrank forward, and crawled under the table.

The sound of guards talking could be heard outside. It turned out that someone was taking turns to change shifts.

After a while, the changing of guards was completed and the courtyard returned to peace again.

Fang Tong held the paper in his hand tightly against his chest, his heartbeat almost stopped, like a taut string.

She secretly thanked her lucky stars that no one outside had discovered her, but she didn't know that at this moment, someone outside the half-open door was looking at her figure with his eyes slightly lowered.

(End of this chapter)