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

Chapter 171 Feeling confident
Fang Tong's eyes swept over him, and five words popped up in his mind: I have good taste.

Feng Twelve is good-looking, but his aura is so cold that it is easy for people to ignore his appearance.

At this moment, the morning light shone on his face, softening his facial features and making his deep eyebrows and eyes appear somewhat tender.

Fang Tong stared at him without blinking, relying on the fact that he was a cat, with a fearless look.

Feng Twelve's eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his hand and pressed it on the top of her head, gently rubbing it twice.

"Are you awake? What do you want to eat?"

The voice in the morning is a little hoarse, like the fog in the woods, hazy and soft.

Fang Tong opened his mouth to answer, but a meow came out of his throat. Then he remembered that he was a cat now and could not speak human language.

Feng Twelve looked at her intently and stroked her ears with his fingers: "When will it change back?"

Since yesterday, Fang Tong has been looking like a kitten.

He guessed she did it on purpose.

Fang Tong did it on purpose.

Who asked him to be so calm and composed in the carriage the day before? She felt a little unconvinced. As a modern person, how could she lose in love? She had to take the initiative back into her own hands.

Although she knew that such an idea was childish, she still acted on her own will.

She turned into a cat and looked at Feng Twelve's helpless yet indulgent expression, feeling secretly delighted in her heart.

This is probably why people who are favored are always fearless.

She trembled her ears and gently patted Kaifeng Twelve's hand.

He tickled her ears and her whole body.

She shook her tail, jumped off the bed calmly, and walked away without caring about anyone.

Feng Twelve looked at her back, smiled silently, and felt relieved.

He should have sent her back to the guest room last night, but seeing her curled up in a small ball, sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help but carry her back to his own bedroom.

He didn't have any romantic thoughts, and it was impossible for him to have any other thoughts about a furry kitten, but he just wanted her to stay, to stay by his side.

When she first woke up, he was a little worried that she would blame him for being rude and abrupt.

Fortunately, judging from her reaction, she was not angry.

Despite this, Feng Twelve quickly got out of bed, washed up, changed into his outer robe, and went outside to look for the cat.

As soon as I got outside, I smelled the aroma of food.

A familiar figure carrying a wooden tray walked across the corridor and up the stairs.

Feng Twelve narrowed his eyes slightly under the bright sun.

Fang Tong was wearing a light blue double-breasted shirt and a striped pomegranate skirt tied around her waist. The crimson hem of her skirt created large ripples on the green stone slabs.

She looked up at Feng Twelve and said, "What are you doing out here? Come inside and eat."

Feng Twelve took the wooden plate of food from her hand and said, "You're so fast..."

"What else?" Fang Tong glanced at him and said with a smile, "How are you going to eat if you don't change back to being a human?"

Being a cat has its advantages, except that eating is always uncomfortable because you are always worried about getting the fur on your face dirty.

Feng Twelve smiled and pretended not to notice her slightly red earlobe.

The two of them entered the house and started to prepare breakfast together, in such a tacit understanding that it seemed as if they had spent countless mornings and evenings together.

At this moment, Wei Baichuan walked to the door.

He listened to the whispers coming from inside and paused, not knowing whether he should go in. Feng Twelve had already heard his footsteps and looked outside: "What's going on?"

Wei Baichuan walked into the room silently.

"We just received an urgent report from Xiaonian. They found Qingluan and his gang on Guhong Mountain, 70 miles away from Beijing. However..."

"Just what?"

"Qingluan is dead." Wei Baichuan said, "Xiao Nian originally wanted to capture her alive, but Qingluan was killed by her accomplice Jiawu. Jiawu was poisoned by Qingluan's needle and died as well."

Fang Tong was surprised.

The day before yesterday, she speculated that Qingluan and others would leave the capital, so she sent Xiaonian to the city gate to investigate. Sure enough, she found a group of suspicious people leaving the city in several groups.

Xiaonian led his men to track the place down. It had been a day and two nights, but unexpectedly, Qingluan was found dead.

"Is there any other way to find out who their employer is?" Fang Tong asked.

Wei Baichuan shook his head: "There are five survivors left, none of them are Qingluan's confidants. They have never met their employer. They only know that after Qingluan came to the capital, she met Wuyueshanren on a pleasure boat in the middle of the river. After Wuyueshanren left, Qingluan was a little unhappy. As for more, I don't know."

Fang Tong frowned in thought, but saw a hand reaching out to her and putting a bowl of soup in front of her, then a pair of chopsticks reached out to her and put a bamboo shoot and pork roll on her plate.

"Eat first." Feng Twelve said, "We can talk about anything after we finish eating."

Before Fang Tong could answer, Wei Baichuan responded, "Yes, Your Highness, Miss Fang, enjoy your meal."

Commander Wei understood his superior's intention and left as soon as he said he would, so fast that Fang Tong couldn't stop him.

She turned around and saw a few more breakfast items on the plate next to her, piling it high.

She couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you want to ask if there's any other news?"

"Qingluan and Jiawu are already dead, so no matter how many confessions they make, they can't serve as evidence." Feng Twelve said, "The soup is getting cold, drink it first."

Fang Tong curled her lips: "With the death of these two people, the clues are gone again."

"A fox will always reveal its tail, and we are not completely without clues." Feng Twelve said, "Last night after you fell asleep, news came from the Prince's Mansion that the new spices in the Imperial Temple were poisonous. Ji Xiu has confessed, and it was Wuyue Mountain Man who connected him with the spice dealer. The Dali Temple has issued a warrant to arrest this man."

Curls of green smoke rose up, and a piece of incense ash condensed in the burner. The gilded incense burner reflected the candlelight, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

Even more dazzling than this is the famous woman, the woman in the painting.

A scroll painting was hung high above the incense table, more than one person tall. The woman in the painting looked like a real person, with a face like the morning glow and a radiant look.

The emperor stood in front of the incense table and looked up at the scroll.

The smoke blurred his face for a moment, and a hint of emotion and nostalgia rose in his eyes.

"I have really grown old." He seemed to be talking to himself, or to Chao En beside him, "These days, I have been standing in the same place, but I can no longer see Concubine Zhuang's face clearly."

As an old man who had served him for many years, Chao'en naturally knew who Concubine Zhuang was.

Concubine Zhuang, the mother of the crown prince, is also the woman in the portrait.

Chao En replied softly, "I think the candlelight in the hall is dim. I will have someone add a few more rows of candles tomorrow so that Your Majesty can see clearly."

The emperor waved his hand and said, "My eyes are dim. It's useless to add more candles."

Chao En smiled awkwardly and didn't respond.

The emperor sighed softly: "These past few days, I have been looking at Concubine Zhuang's portrait and wondering, does the prince look like her or me?"

"The Crown Prince is as kind-hearted as Concubine Zhuang, and as decisive as Your Majesty." Chao En said, "The Crown Prince carries Your Majesty's expectations, so he has both."

The emperor stared at the portrait in silence for a long while, then suddenly said, "Sometimes I feel that among my sons, the third and twelfth are more like me."

Chao En was stunned: "Why do you say that, Your Majesty?"

"Nothing," the emperor smiled, "Perhaps it's because they are too patient, especially the third brother."