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

Chapter 169 I don’t dare

"Do you like her so much?" Feng Yunxi was completely confused.

We've only known each other for a short time, but she's already defending him in front of him.

"It's not just love," Feng Twelve said, "Even if she doesn't like me anymore one day, I won't allow anyone to embarrass her."

Feng Yunxi stared at him for a long while, then slapped Feng Twelve on the forehead: "Are you possessed?"

Feng Twelve stepped back to avoid his hand: "I treat her like an imperial brother treats his imperial sister-in-law."

Feng Yunxi widened her eyes and was speechless.

"Shi Yue and I are different from you guys." He tried to act like a brother, "She and I are childhood sweethearts. You can't compare."

"Although Fang Tong and I have only known each other for a short time, we still have plenty of time in the future." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi completely lost her temper this time.

"You are trying to compete with me, right?" He was angry and helpless. "It's not that I don't trust your judgment, but have you ever thought about it? You can fool me, but how are you going to explain to His Majesty?"

"He won't care what kind of woman I want to marry." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi thought about it and really couldn't refute it.

A few years ago, Feng Twelve had just come of age. According to custom, the Zongzheng Temple drew up a list of several princesses for the prince. Feng Twelve rejected the list by saying that he did not want to get married. When the emperor heard about this, he just sneered and said, "Let him be." So Feng Twelve's marriage was delayed.

Looking at the entire royal family, all the princes younger than him have babies, but he is still alone.

"Even if His Majesty doesn't care, you should still be more careful," Feng Yunxi said, "You are a prince after all, and there will always be people who will come out and make trouble."

"I have no plans to get married for the time being." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yunxi had already accepted the fact that his old house was on fire, but when he suddenly heard this, he almost lost his usual composure and slammed the table with his hand.

"You don't want to get married? Then what do you want to do?"

His brother doesn't seem like the kind of person who would play around with feelings.

Behind Feng Twelve, Fang Tong lay quietly on the railing, flapping the air intermittently with his tail.

Feng Twelve doesn't want to get married for the time being, which coincides with her idea.

But she wants to build a career first and then start a family. Why does she want to seal Twelve?
She listened curiously, and heard Feng Twelve say, "She just started to like me. If I ask her to marry me now, she will definitely run away."

Fang Tong shook his ears. Would it? It seemed like it really would.

She stared at Feng Twelve's back with her round eyes. She had to admit that he knew her too well. It was true that she liked him, but she hadn't even gotten used to a relationship, let alone getting married.

According to modern people's concepts, you can date but be cautious about getting married. Some people break up after several years of getting along, not to mention that she and he just started dating yesterday.

Feng Yunxi covered her face and no longer wanted to get involved in her brother's affairs.

He and Qin Shiyue loved each other and had overcome all difficulties to be together. He understood the feeling of being worried about gains and losses, but he never thought that Feng Twelve would have such a day.

He was amused and couldn't help but joked: "Where can she run to? With your ability, are you afraid that you can't keep her?"

"I dare not." Feng Twelve admitted honestly.

This word "dare not" was said without any burden. Not only was Feng Yunxi speechless, but even Fang Tong could not help but wonder if Feng Twelve was deliberately destroying her image.

Is she that scary?

She meowed and jumped onto the couch to stop him from saying anything shocking.

Feng Twelve stiffened slightly.

Fang Tong turned half a circle beside him, then lay down lazily leaning against him and patted his thigh with his tail.

Come on, why don’t you say anything?
Feng Twelve looked at her, reached out his hand and rubbed her head gently twice, then said to Feng Yunxi, "So whether I get married or not is up to her." Fang Tong struggled her head out from under his palm, her ears fluttering.

These words were clearly meant for her to hear, and he also said that he didn't want to force her, which was clearly a step forward.

She hummed in her heart, pretended not to hear, and lowered her head to lick her paws.

Uh... ugh! I forgot it the moment I was distracted, and my mouth is full of hair.

She turned around in dissatisfaction and curled up into a ball, holding her front paws.

Feng Yunxi was completely numb. He waved his hand and said, "You can do whatever you want. I can't control you."

Having said that, he thought about it and added: "I will ask Shi Yue and Miss Fang to walk around more often in the future to help you."

Feng Twelve smiled and said, "Thank you."

Fang Tong twitched his mouth and covered his ears.

But she soon stood up again because Feng Yunxi started talking about serious matters.

"Today I came here, in addition to checking the wound, I also wanted to tell you that Ji Xiu has made some moves."

That day, Madam Ji went to Tianyixuan to cause trouble. Provoked by Fang Tong's words, she decided to dig out all the women that Ji Xiu had been involved with outside.

She and Ji Xiu have been married for many years and know her husband's character very well. On the surface, she pretends nothing is wrong, but in fact she has hired a number of idle men to secretly monitor her husband's every move.

These days, wherever Ji Xiu went after work, someone would report everything back to Ji's house.

Feng Yunxi sent people to infiltrate that group of idlers and extracted a lot of information from them.

"A few days ago, someone saw him secretly meeting with a spice merchant. The spices in the imperial temple warehouse became damp the day before yesterday, so Ji Xiu ordered people to collect a new batch and send it over this morning. The newly purchased spices came from the spice merchant he made friends with." Feng Yunxi said.

Ji Xiushen was the Minister of Rites. Although he did not have much real power, he was responsible for organizing all sacrificial ceremonies.

This time the Wanshou Festival was approaching, and the spices in the imperial temple had been prepared long ago. However, something went wrong suddenly. Ji Xiu replaced the spice merchant on the grounds that the original spices were of poor quality. On the surface, there was no problem, but since he was acquainted with Hong Xiao, he knew there must be something strange about this matter.

"I have sent someone to check the batch of spices," Feng Yunxi said, "We will have the results tonight at the latest."

On a moonlit night, the blue waves sway gently and the willows sway swaying.

A pleasure boat was sailing slowly along the river.

The sound of a man and a woman flirting could be heard from inside the gauze tent.

"Master Ji, you drank hers, why didn't you drink mine?" A charming woman climbed on the man's chest like a water snake.

Ji Xiu smelled of alcohol. He blew a puff of wine on her face and burped, "Don't worry, beauty. Come one by one. I won't delay anyone."

As he spoke, he took the wine glass handed to him by the woman in his mouth, tilted his neck back, and greedily swallowed the wine.

Just when they were enjoying themselves, the pleasure boat suddenly shook, as if blocked by something, and stopped abruptly.

With a bang, the door opened and more than a dozen officers rushed in.

Amid the woman's screams, Ji Xiu was pinned to the ground.

The wine glass in his mouth fell to the ground with a clang, and he struggled and shouted, "Who are you?"

A figure flashed outside the door, and Prince Feng Yunxi slowly walked in.

When Ji Xiu saw him, his drunken eyes instantly cleared up.

"Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince? Hiccup, Your Highness the Crown Prince, what's going on? Why did they tie me up?" Ji Xiu said anxiously.

Feng Yunxi looked at the disheveled middle-aged man, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"Ji Xiu, you colluded with the traitors and plotted treason. I have been ordered to arrest you and bring you to justice. If you have anything to say, please return to the Dali Temple."