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

Chapter 31 The world outside is really wonderful
On the return carriage, Fang Tong was less excited and more solemn than when he came.

The curtains inside the window were closed tightly. A ray of light came in through the gap between the swaying curtains, and then suddenly became dark.

Feng Twelve's face was hidden in the darkness, his sharp eyebrows slightly drooped, like a sheathed sword.

Fang Tong could see that he was in a bad mood. Meng Xuanyi's death, at this critical moment, almost pushed the assassination case of Prince Ping into another direction.

Four assassins were poisoned to death, and the only official who could prove the prince's innocence died suddenly. On the bright side, this case will become a complete unsolved case. On the bad side, someone will definitely take advantage of the situation and accuse Feng Yunxi of killing to silence him.

Fortunately, Feng Twelve launched the attack early this morning, leaving Prince Ping unable to take care of himself. Otherwise, by tomorrow, the emperor's desk would be piled with memorials impeaching the prince.

Even so, Meng Xuanyi's death still leaves people with a thorn in their side.

He was a court official. Who was so bold as to put him to death?
Just now in the Prince's Mansion, several people heard the news of Meng Xuanyi's death, and they all thought that it was not an accident.

They suspected that this matter was related to the real employer of the assassination of Prince Ping.

But no matter how many doubts there are, the identity of the person behind the scenes remains unclear.

This is what makes people shudder.

Dealing with an invisible enemy is much more difficult than dealing with the aggressive King Ping.

Feng Twelve has had a gloomy face since he came out of the Prince's Mansion. Fang Tong really couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the carriage, so he wagged his tail and jumped from his nest to the seat by the window.

She pulled at the curtain, trying to let in some light. The curtain opened and closed left and right as she pulled it, and her body slid from east to west and from west to east.

With a "swish", she pulled the curtain open completely, and a beam of daylight came in.

The dazzling light made Feng Twelve squint his eyes.

The carriage was driving through the downtown area. The sounds of shouting and laughter rushed into his ears like running water. He looked around and saw a kitten hanging on the window frame. It was trying its best to stick its head out of the hollow window frame and looking around outside.

The kitten's snow-white fur trembled in the wind, like a large blooming dandelion, as if it could float away in the wind at any time.

Feng Twelve pulled her down without thinking.

Fang Tong struggled in dissatisfaction. She just saw someone performing on the street, and he swallowed a six-foot-long sword that was more than a person's height.

If he just swallowed the sword, it would be fine, as there must be a retractable mechanism on the hilt. However, as the man swallowed it into his mouth, a sword blade slowly extended from his crotch, pushing his body up a long way.

This trick is not simple. Just watching it makes people feel pain under their body. No wonder the spectators on the side cheered and threw money at him. If it were Fang Tong, he would also want to throw him a few big coins.

There was also the storyteller's stall. When the wake-up stick was banged, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Fang Tong pricked up his ears and heard only one sentence: "If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next chapter."

The onlookers suddenly roared with laughter. Some complained, some cheered, and some who had not listened earlier grabbed the bystanders to ask questions. It was a lively scene.

Fang Tong only hated that she couldn't get off the bus. She also wanted to take a good look at this bustling city.

Feng Twelve caught the squirming kitten and saw her staring out the window, unable to speak.

He stroked her back unconsciously.

"Want to go out?" he asked.

Fang Tong heard this and suddenly looked away, staring at him without blinking.

"Meow."

Her tail wagged like a puppy.

The corner of Feng Twelve's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh.

"You're a cat," he finally smiled a genuine smile, "it's not safe out there."

As he spoke, he gestured at the kitten's head and tail with his hands: "You are still so small." Fang Tong's tail stopped wagging.

Who is smaller?
She stood up straight and held her chest high. She had reached adulthood and had suffered the harshness of society. In terms of experience, she was not necessarily worse than him.

Feng Twelve looked at her unconvinced behavior and raised the corner of his lips: "If you want to go out, don't run around."

Fang Tong had originally given up hope in him, but when he heard these words suddenly, it was like hearing the sound of nature, and his fluffy tail couldn't help but start spinning again.

Feng Twelve looked at her ecstatic expression, put his hand on his forehead, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

A low laugh came out of the window, and Wei Baichuan, who was riding a horse beside him, was stunned.

What happened in the car? Why did his Highness suddenly laugh?

He pulled the reins and moved closer to the window.

"Your Highness?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard an order from inside: "Find a busy place to park."

A lively place? Wei Baichuan was startled again.

His Highness doesn't like to join in the fun.

Ever since His Highness left the palace and built his own mansion, he has always had a clear purpose every time he goes out. He goes to work when he has something to do and returns home when he has nothing to do. He lives like an old man at a young age. Even the old men in the capital have more fun than him. Didn’t you hear that a few days ago, Doctor Cangbu went to Furong Courtyard to drink and listen to folk songs, and was caught by his own wife and had his face scratched in public.

That doctor from the Ministry of Warehouse is already over sixty years old, yet he still hangs out with women from time to time, which is really disgraceful.

In comparison, although Feng Twelve is clean, he is a little too clean.

The other adult princes, no matter how old they were, had concubines and beautiful maids in the backyard, but his Highness was the only one who was accompanied by military books all day long and did not even have a beautiful woman to accompany him.

Looking at the entire court, there is no one else as maverick as him, except the crown prince who refuses to take concubines.

But the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess were childhood sweethearts and a match made in heaven. Wei Baichuan suspected that if his prince continued to be solitary, he would only be able to live his life with only military books in his arms, as Aunt Zhang had said.

As a responsible commander of the guards, Wei Baichuan thought about it but did not delay his work. He rode forward and reminded the coachman to change the route.

Soon after, they stopped at Suzaku Street, the busiest street in the capital.

Wei Baichuan looked at Feng Twelve getting off the carriage and immediately corrected his previous thought. Who said that His Highness could only survive by holding military books? He could also survive by holding a cat.

Feng Twelve held the kitten and glanced at Wei Baichuan.

Seeing Wei Baichuan's confused expression, he guessed that he was thinking nonsense again.

His guards were good in every other respect except that they were too erratic, from top to bottom.

Wei Baichuan smiled and moved closer: "Your Highness, give it to me, I'll hold it."

A while ago he had argued with Xiaonian about whether His Highness could take the cat out, and now it had become a fact.

However, given His Highness's personality, he would definitely not agree to walk on the street holding the cat himself. As the commander of the guards, Wei Baichuan was very conscious of his duty to share his master's worries.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hands towards the kitten in Feng Twelve's arms.

As soon as Feng Twelve got off the car, he saw a circle of enthusiastic glances from all around.

It was getting close to evening, the streets were crowded with people, and the restaurants and teahouses were decorated with lights and filled with guests.

The waiters in front of each house saw that they were either rich or noble, and immediately came forward to solicit customers. Some people saw that Feng Twelve had a cold face and seemed difficult to approach, but he was holding a white cat as big as a snowball in his hands, and they couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

(End of this chapter)