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

Chapter 167 Abrupt
Fang Tong held his breath in his throat and his lips slightly parted.

It felt like a leaf was brushing across my forehead, soft and slightly cool.

The fresh scent of grass and trees permeated her nose at a certain moment, and Feng Twelve's shadow fell down, his chin rubbed against the tip of her nose, and his lips touched her brow.

He kissed her right away without giving her any preparation. What was even more hateful was that by the time she reacted, he had already retreated to his original position as if nothing had happened.

Fang Tong licked his lips.

It was just a kiss on the forehead. If you think about it in a pure way, it's a courtesy.

Fucking etiquette.

Fang Tong glared at him.

She couldn't explain why she felt shy. When she looked at Feng Twelve's face, it looked normal, but the tips of his ears were a little red.

It turned out that she was not the only one who was shy. Thinking of this, Fang Tong felt relieved.

Although they were relieved, the two of them still sat there quietly, and no one said a word.

The carriage swayed gently, there was wind outside the window, and the clear chirping of skylarks came from the wind.

Fang Tong's eyes moved and he suddenly wanted to laugh.

She glanced at him quickly, only to see that he was looking at her too.

Her eyes drifted away an inch, then moved back.

She met his eyes and smiled slowly.

Feng Twelve's tense jaw relaxed slightly, forming a gentle arc.

He looked at her smile quietly, as if he was looking at a flower blooming on the eaves.

Flowers bloomed for him.

"Feng Twelve," Fang Tong suddenly called him, "Does the wound hurt?"

Feng Twelve hesitated for a rare moment.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Oh——" Fang Tong said slowly and slowly, "Forget it then."

Feng Twelve tilted his head to look at her: "What?"

Fang Tong moved his wrist and finally pulled his hand out of his palm.

"I was thinking that if you still feel pain, I would let you kiss me again." She said slowly.

Feng Twelve was speechless.

He knew Fang Tong's personality better than anyone else. She was lucky that she wasn't angry at his rude behavior just now. How could she take it seriously and let him kiss her again?

Seeing that he didn't react, Fang Tong raised his eyebrow slightly: "Don't believe it?"

She suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the face.

"Do you believe it now?"

She sat up straight and shook her skirt, as if she had just defeated the generals of the three armies without any effort.

My heart was beating fast. It turned out that this is what kissing a person feels like. It is completely different from kissing a cat.

At least, you won't get a mouthful of hair.

She was swift and decisive in her actions, even more so than Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve only felt her hit his cheek hard, and then it was over.

He took a few breaths to recall, but he couldn't remember what her lips felt like.

His eyes dropped to her lips.

Fang Tong noticed his gaze, his throat moved slightly, and without thinking, he raised his hand and covered his eyes.

"Close your eyes and have a good rest." She was arrogant and unreasonable.

Feng Twelve chuckled softly. His eyelashes fluttered with his laughter and gently brushed across her palm.

Fang Tong felt inexplicably itchy in his hands and in his heart.

She unconsciously increased the strength on her hands, but heard Feng Twelve groan, as if he had touched a wound.

Fang Tong retracted his hand instantly: "Did I crush you?"

She turned her head to look behind him, trying to check the injuries on his back.

Feng Twelve grabbed her wrist.

"……nothing."

He paused and suppressed a dark thought in his heart.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to win her sympathy, but he doesn’t want to make her worry.

"The knife didn't stab deep," he consoled her, "it just hurt a little flesh."

Fang Tong looked at the bandages wrapped around his body, and the romantic mood he had just had instantly disappeared.

"Why did you block the knife for me? He obviously can't hurt you."

She was well aware of Jiawu's skills, and she knew she would never be a match for Feng Twelve in a one-on-one fight.

"If I can't hurt me, I can hurt you?" Feng Twelve asked back.

"I calculated the angle," Fang Tong said, "At most my arm would be stabbed once, and you're right behind me, so I won't be fatally injured."

She couldn't reveal her martial arts skills in front of everyone, the weaker she looked, the better.

Feng Twelve shook his head: "No one cares if he hurts you, but only if he hurts me can things get out of hand."

"I knew you did it on purpose." Fang Tong sighed, "I noticed Liu Yin's reaction on the stage today. When he first came, he hardly looked at King Jing, but after you got hurt, he glanced at King Jing several times."

Ever since what happened today, Fang Tong has listed Feng Yuyang as the number one suspect.

"If they knew each other, not looking at each other was to avoid suspicion, but looking at each other several times was to seek help." She gave her own judgment, "I just don't know why Jiawu suddenly lost control."

"Jiawu used all his strength when he stabbed you," Feng Twelve said, "He really wanted to kill you."

"Just because the identification failed?" Fang Tong asked.

Feng Twelve shook his head: "He suddenly surrendered himself to the Dali Temple. He must have been following orders. His master is Qingluan, and behind Qingluan is his employer."

"So is it my employer who wants to kill me, or is it Qing Luan who wants to kill me?"

"The employer wants to use you to deal with me and the prince. Judging from Liu Yin's reaction, he must have known about it a long time ago. But Jiawu's action at Yaotai was definitely not assigned by the employer. The person who wanted to kill you should be Qingluan."

Jiawu was brought by Liu Yin. If anything happened to him, it would mean something happened to Liu Yin, and if anything happened to Liu Yin, it would implicate the employer. Therefore, Feng Twelve concluded that Jiawu's actions were beyond the employer's expectations.

Fang Tong thought about it carefully: "I understand, Qingluan doesn't want to cooperate with the employer anymore, so she wants to silence me."

Feng Twelve's eyes moved: "Why do you think so?"

"Based on my understanding of the White Bird Pavilion, this group of people is only interested in profit and has no moral principles. The more Qingluan gets involved with her employer, the more dangerous the other party's mission will be." Fang Tong said, "As the saying goes, the people should not fight against the officials, and this is even more true for gangsters. With the White Bird Pavilion as a precedent, unless Qingluan is blinded by the benefits, she will definitely stop while she is ahead."

She sorted out her thoughts and suddenly became enlightened.

"If Jiawu succeeds in identifying you, you and the prince will be implicated by me, and the employer will be able to reap the benefits, and Qingluan will wait and see. But since the identification fails, you and the prince will definitely fight back. In order to avoid being implicated, Qingluan will simply let Jiawu kill me to eliminate future troubles." Fang Tong said, "If I'm not mistaken, Qingluan and his gang will leave Beijing today."

She and Feng Twelve exchanged glances, and Feng Twelve raised his voice toward the car window: "Xiao Nian."

The accompanying guards came in response.

Feng Twelve gave him a few instructions, and Xiaonian immediately took the order and left.

Fang Tong saw blood seeping from the cloth on his back when he turned sideways, and felt distressed: "You need to go back and apply medicine again. When you get to the mansion, lie down obediently and don't make any more trouble these few days."

Feng Twelve nodded: "I'll do as you say."

His obedient appearance was very different from his usual appearance. Fang Tong paused for a moment and said seriously, "You are not allowed to read military books or write. Let others take care of the affairs of the mansion."

His injury was on his back, and sitting for too long was not conducive to recovery. She still remembered when she first met him, he returned to Beijing from the hunting grounds with injuries all over his body, but he was like nothing happened, reading books and writing, and never missed any of the affairs in the mansion. At that time, she only thought he was admirable, but now thinking about it, she would rather he did nothing and spent his days in leisure.

"You have the final say." Feng Twelve's eyes were soft.