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

Chapter 184 Found him
Screw your will!
Fang Tong complained in his heart.

They say “I would never kill my own children with my own hands”. According to this logic, it doesn’t count as killing if you don’t kill with your own hands.

She saw that the emperor below had no intention of leaving, and probably wanted to continue brainwashing Feng Yunxi, but judging from Feng Yunxi's expression, he was likely determined to fight his father to the end.

She didn't know where Feng Yunxi got such confidence, but she planned to leave immediately.

Because she had guessed where Feng Twelve was imprisoned.

The emperor said that Feng Twelve should return to the place that belonged to him. There was only one place like this.

Ye Ting.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Fang Tong turned and rushed into the night.

Feng Yunxi’s life is not in danger right now, but it’s hard to say about Feng Twelve.

She drove at full speed all the way until she stopped again, and then she felt the pain of her paw pads being scratched by the stones.

Ye Ting is located in the northwest corner of the palace. It is remote, with small houses and crowded courtyards connected together. At first glance, it looks like the residence of ordinary people in the city.

Fang Tong stood high up in the tree canopy, looking down from the air.

Perhaps because there was a grand banquet being held in the palace tonight, many palace servants were transferred to do errands, and the palace was completely dark, with only a few windows letting in a few dim lights.

Fang Tong's eyes wandered among the houses.

She remembered Feng Twelve saying that when he was young, he lived with his mother in a courtyard at the west end.

Ordinary palace maids in the Ye Ting did not have their own residences. Most of them lived in one courtyard with several or even dozens of people, and their sleeping place was just a large bunk bed. Because of Feng Twelve's relationship, his mother got a small side courtyard.

Feng Twelve had the memory of a ginkgo tree growing in the yard when he was young. Every autumn, the ginkgo tree turned yellow, which sounded beautiful, but ginkgo leaves fell easily. A heavy rain would spread the leaves all over the ground. The fallen leaves were soaked in the mud and easily rotted. It was difficult to sweep them clean with a broom alone.

Now, more than 20 years have passed. If the ginkgo tree were still there, it would have grown even taller.

Fang Tong looked towards the west, and with his best eyesight, he could barely make out a dark shadow.

What caught her attention first was not the shadow of the tree. Although there were not many big trees in the Ye Ting, there were still about ten or twenty of them, and in the darkness she could not tell which one was the ginkgo tree.

What made her feel strange were the several swaying figures.

They stood on the palace road with two lanterns at their feet, pacing from time to time but not walking far.

Fang Tong flicked his tail and sneaked over silently.

She didn't meet those people and climbed up the palace wall at the corner.

This section of the palace wall is dilapidated, the plaster has long since peeled off, and the uneven bricks are exposed outside.

Fang Tong stretched out his sharp claws and inserted them into the cracks between the bricks, then leaped onto the top of the wall.

There was indeed a small courtyard inside the wall.

The shadows of the tall trees swayed in the wind. The yard was overgrown with weeds that were half a person tall and spread from the gate all the way up the steps. It was obvious that no one had cleaned it up for a long time.

Fang Tong pricked up his ears and listened with bated breath.

The people outside the yard didn't say anything, and occasionally a light cough was heard. Judging from their expressions, it seemed that they planned to stay here.

Fang Tong took a closer look in the flickering candlelight and saw that the men were not dressed like eunuchs but imperial guards.

She had an idea in her mind, looked back at the dark courtyard, made up her mind, and jumped in.

The thin moonlight filtered through the clouds, illuminating the dense grass below, which rustled, revealing a trace of progress like a watershed.

Fang Tong held his breath and ran up the stairs, crawled out of the bushes, shook off the grass debris on his body, and shook his ears.

There were bushes mixed in the grass, and their sharp leaves scratched the tips of her ears, leaving a burning pain, but it didn't matter.

She looked at the dark door in front of her, hesitated for a moment, then raised one of her front paws and stepped over the threshold.

There was only one room in the yard, with two doors collapsed on the ground, as if they had already decayed.

Fang Tong couldn't help sneezing as soon as he entered.

The house was filled with dust, cobwebs, and grass clippings that had accumulated for who knows how many years.

The smell of decay and decay kept drilling into her nostrils. She shrugged her nose and smelled a hint of blood. She followed the smell to the inner room and saw a bed frame in the corner.

The moonlight shone in through the wide-open window frame, casting a faint white streak on the ground.

The little light couldn't penetrate the bed frame, but Fang Tong could see clearly that there was no one on the bed.

She was a little disappointed and took a step back.

This step hit something.

An arm lifted her up.

The cold touch made Fang Tong shiver. Just as she was about to turn around, she felt another hand on her head.

A sigh sounded faintly.

"How did you come?"

The voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Fang Tong felt a pain in her nose. She didn't have time to turn around. She struggled to turn her head to look, but was pressed into an embrace filled with a bloody smell.

The hair on her face soon became wet, not because of tears, but because of the other person's blood.

Fang Tong sniffed hard and dared not move.

Feng Twelve stroked her head gently, took two steps forward, held her in his arms and sat on the floor against the bed frame.

Fang Tong raised his head and glanced at the bed, not understanding why he didn't go up there.

She could smell that he was badly injured and would be more comfortable if he could lie in bed.

Feng Twelve seemed to have seen her actions and said, "The bed frame has not been used for many years, and the wood has rotted."

The implication is that if someone lies on it, he will definitely collapse.

His fingers rubbed the tip of her ear, and Fang Tong's left ear, which was scratched by the bushes, trembled uncontrollably. Feng Twelve stopped moving his hands.

He gently held her earlobe, and stroked the thin skin on her ear with his fingertips, feeling a slightly wet mark.

He put his wet fingertips to his nose and sniffed.

"How did you get hurt?" he asked.

Fang Tong crawled out of his arms.

It was just an ear scratched by a blade of grass, no big deal. She hadn't even asked him why he was covered in wounds.

It was pitch dark beside the bed and Feng Twelve's face could not be seen clearly.

Fang Tong thought about it, holding his breath and concentrating——

Feng Twelve was holding a fluffy thing just now, but at this moment he suddenly felt his body sink as if there was an extra person's weight, and the places where his fingers touched became smooth and warm.

He quickly took his hand away.

But Fang Tong hissed softly, "Feng Twelve, you pulled my hair."

Feng Twelve's hand paused in mid-air for a long time, until the girl on him adjusted her posture and knelt in front of him.

Her figure was vague in the darkness, and he couldn't see anything even if he looked carefully. But the more he looked at her, the more his sight became lost.

He raised his eyes to look at the moonlight in front of the window. In silence, he felt her hands reaching out to him and touching him all over.

Fang Tong touched the whip marks on his chest. Each time she touched one, her movements were gentler than the last. Her breathing became a little tight. As her fingers moved back, she touched the knife wound on his shoulder.

Fang Tong's fingers suddenly moved away as if burned, and it took a long time before he made any sound.

"Who caused these injuries?"

Feng Twelve held her hand and said, "I've applied medicine to everything."

His comfort seemed to have no effect, and Fang Tong's breathing became even deeper than before.

"You're having a fever."