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

Chapter 17 Stress
Feng Twelve tapped the table twice and for the first time realized that things were beyond his imagination.

He never believed in ghosts and gods in the past, and even now, he didn't think the kitten was really a monster.

Although there have been many supernatural and evil theories since ancient times, none of them can be supported by real evidence. For example, he had been in the palace since he was a child, and the palace people said that there were many wronged souls hiding in the cold palace, but he had never encountered one.

Not to mention the wronged souls, people often mourn their dead relatives, burning paper, burning incense, and praying with tears every year, but who has ever really seen them come back?
The so-called gods, ghosts and spirits are nothing but stories made up by people to comfort themselves.

He was not a poor scholar who stole beauties and would not imagine that saving someone's life would win the embrace of a beautiful woman. Right now, he was just curious as to why this kitten, which could transform itself, stayed in the mansion in its cat form.

She is so greedy, why doesn't she live an upright life among the people? The people in the Zhao Dynasty are rich and prosperous, and the street stalls alone are enough for her to eat different food for a month. Why should she force herself to beg for food from others?

Unless there is some other hidden secret.

Feng Twelve's eyes moved, remembering that every time she transformed into a human, she was always in a mess, as if she was completely defenseless. Could it be... that she couldn't control her transformation?
Thinking of this, Feng Twelve suddenly understood something.

No wonder she was in a hurry to put on his clothes in the tent that night. It seems that she is not a monster after all.

If it is a monster, it can just transform its fur into a robe. There is no need to go through so much trouble.

Feng Twelve glanced at the cat's nest and shook his head to himself. No matter where the kitten came from, it was all just his guess.

The only thing that is certain is that she saved him and should have no ill will towards him.

Since she wants to live in the mansion, let her live there. After all, he brought her back.

In the evening, Fang Tong slowly climbed out of the nest. She had taken a nap due to overworking her brain in the afternoon, and the moment she closed her eyes, she saw the sun setting.

The setting sun coated the window paper with a layer of dark gold, and a halo of light flowed in the room, as if even time was covered with a veil, becoming blurred and stagnant.

She was learning some tricks of transformation today and was more sensitive to her body. Just like now, she vaguely knew that she would not change again for the time being.

Fang Tong felt relieved, jumped out of the nest, and planned to go to Aunt Zhang's house to find some food to replenish his energy.

At this moment, there were several shouts coming from outside the window, and it seemed that someone was fighting.

She listened carefully to the noise in the yard and ran out.

On the open space outside, Feng Twelve and Wei Baichuan each held a spear and fought fiercely.

Xiaonian and several guards stood far away outside the venue. They stared at the two men intently and cheered from time to time.

Feng Twelve's injuries had not yet healed, but he fought back and forth with Wei Baichuan and was not at a disadvantage at all.

Fang Tong tried to see whether Wei Baichuan was letting up, but the two men were as fast as lightning, and the two spears were entangled in the air. It seemed that they were attacking aggressively and neither of them would give in.

Xiao Nian stamped his feet and clapped his hands beside him: "Boss, try harder. If you lose, His Highness will think you let him win!"

"Bullshit!" Wei Baichuan cursed.

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat and were interrupted by Feng Twelve's shot.

A guard smiled and said, "Xiao Nian, don't distract the boss. Be careful that he may cause trouble to you if he loses."

"Well, it's not like I haven't lost before." Xiaonian waved his hand proudly, not taking it seriously.

A few people were chatting and laughing outside the field, but Wei Baichuan had no time to pay attention to them.

He didn't know that His Highness didn't like to be defeated. He was concerned about His Highness's injuries and held back a little when they fought just now. He was almost beaten to a pulp. How could he dare to relax now?

He wielded the spear with such vigor that those who didn't know him would have thought that he and His Highness had some deep hatred.

Fang Tong was standing on the steps, watching the fight with great enthusiasm, when he suddenly saw two figures meet in the field and two spears colliding violently.

With a clang, a long spear flew high into the sky and whizzed towards her.

Fang Tong froze.

"clang!"

The spear fell at her feet and rolled down the stairs with a clang.

"Oh my little god!" Xiaonian exclaimed, "Boss, you hit the little god!" "What?" Wei Baichuan was shocked.

The spear in his hand was picked up by His Highness and flew out of his hand.

The sidelines were filled with martial artists who were accustomed to such sparring. When they saw that the situation was not going well, they all moved away. But who would have thought that there was a cat passing by outside the field.

Fang Tong stood there in a daze, staring at the spear rolling past him and down the stairs. His mind went blank for several seconds.

She suddenly remembered the image before she came here——

From high in the sky, a heavy object came crashing down, knocking her to the ground.

She had never dared to think back to that moment, but at this moment, that scene kept echoing in her mind, repeatedly reminding her why she died.

Fang Tong thought he was calm, but in the eyes of others, the kitten, who looked like a snowball, had its eyes wide open and its fur standing on end.

Feng Twelve was the first to walk over and check if she was injured.

Before he touched her body, he felt a sudden pain on the back of his hand. The kitten bit his flesh and made a low growl in its throat.

"Your Highness!" Wei Baichuan and Xiaonian hurried forward to help.

"No need," Feng Twelve stopped the two of them, "I can do it myself."

While he was still in the position where he was bitten by the kitten, he used his other hand to hold her body and lifted her into his arms.

Fang Tong tasted the fishy taste in his mouth and slowly came back to his senses.

Ugh, what's so disgusting?

When she opened her mouth, she found a hand in front of her, with several bloody holes on the back of the hand.

She blinked and looked back blankly.

When she met Feng Twelve's gaze, she suddenly realized what she had done.

Did she bite him?
She turned her head to look at the bloody holes, and a thought flashed through her mind: if she was bitten by her, should she get a rabies vaccine? No, where can I get a vaccine in this place!

She subconsciously leaned over and licked his wound. Feng Twelve's hand suddenly shrank and he took it back.

Fang Tong was also stunned.

Yes, if there are germs on teeth, there will be germs on saliva, so why did she lick them? This is a bad habit for a cat.

She already understood what had just happened - she had a stress reaction.

She died in modern times from falling objects, and was almost hit by a spear just now. At that moment, she forgot who she was and acted entirely on instinct.

She is a cat now, and when Feng Twelve reached out to touch her, she bit him.

"Xiao Nian, go call the doctor." Wei Baichuan said.

"No need." Feng Twelve walked up the stairs holding the kitten in one hand.

"Your Highness, I didn't call the doctor because of your hand," Wei Baichuan followed closely behind him, "You used quite a lot of force when you shot me just now, I'm worried that your wound will split."

Seeing that Feng Twelve did not answer, he continued, "The spring hunt will be over in two days, and His Majesty will return to the capital. You must not make any more mistakes."

"The wound is not broken," Feng Twelve stopped walking, "Tell Aunt Zhang that I want to eat steamed fish tonight."

"Ah? Oh." Wei Baichuan knew that he was a man of his word, so he had to leave in embarrassment.

Feng Twelve waved everyone away, brought Fang Tong into the house, and put her on the desk.

Fang Tong lay down obediently, staring at Feng Twelve apologetically, his eyes following him everywhere.

(End of this chapter)