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

Chapter 32 Drunk and cowardly

"Sir," a waiter boldly squeezed out of the crowd, "our restaurant has newly arrived mandarin fish, which was delivered from Taohua Town half an hour ago. This is the first batch this spring, and the first in the entire capital. If you don't mind, why not come in and try it?"

When Feng Twelve heard the word mandarin fish, his eyebrows twitched slightly and his eyes inadvertently swept over the kitten in his arms.

Fang Tong pricked up his ears and listened attentively to the waiter's introduction: "The mandarin fish in our Xiaoyao Tower is not steamed like those sold outside. We only select live fish weighing less than four pounds, cut them with fancy knives, fry them in oil, dip them in our special spices, and take a bite. You will feel as happy as a god."

Wei Baichuan laughed when he heard this and said, "This method is quite unique. Mandarin fish is naturally plump and delicious. Aren't you afraid of wasting it by frying it in oil?"

The waiter in green clothes and green hat smiled modestly: "I see you guys know how to eat. You'll know if it tastes good after you try it. Everyone, please come in?"

At this point, it seemed a bit unreasonable not to go into the store. Fang Tong secretly admired the waiter's ability to attract customers, but she knew very well that Feng Twelve was not particular about food and would not be easily persuaded.

The next moment, Feng Twelve said, "Okay."

what?
Fang Tong and Wei Baichuan looked at him together.

Feng Twelve has already stepped into the restaurant.

The restaurant was doing good business, with many customers arriving before dinner time. It sounded like they all came for the first batch of mandarin fish.

There should be quite a few officials here, because Fang Tong nodded and greeted several of them as soon as Feng Twelve entered the room.

A guest stood at the staircase on the second floor and shouted to the waiter, "Send another jar of Xiaoyao wine."

"Okay." The waiter responded while bowing to Feng Twelve, "There is a private room on the second floor. Sir, please follow me."

The guest at the stairs saw Feng Twelve beside him, his eyes paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.

He quickly walked into the private room upstairs, gestured to everyone in the room to keep quiet, and lowered his voice: "Everyone, guess who I saw?"

"Who?" Guo Yin looked up.

He had drunk a lot of alcohol before, so his face was red and his voice was much louder.

The person who entered the room stretched out his two hands, gestured a number, and made mouth movements.

The others squinted their eyes and watched his movements carefully: "Ten... twelve?"

The visitor clapped his hands and said, "Yes, I just saw the twelfth prince downstairs."

"The twelfth prince?" Guo Yin shook his head and dropped his chopsticks. "I'll go take a look."

"No, no, no," several colleagues from the capital who were drinking held him down, "The twelfth prince eating at a restaurant has nothing to do with us. Come on, Lao Guo, have a drink."

Guo Yin was forced to drink half a glass of wine. He wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and burped.

"It is said that Feng Twelve lives a life of luxury. How can he even think of going to a restaurant?" He grinned. "Will he go to the red-light district to have some fun after dinner?"

"Shh..." A colleague covered his mouth, turned his head to listen to the noise outside the door, and whispered, "He is more or less a prince. Old Guo, you are in the capital now, you can't say anything like you did in Luozhou."

Guo Yin pushed him away: "You are not outsiders, let me tell you what's wrong?"

He stood up, lifted the hem of his robe, turned his head to look behind him, and slapped his butt: "I can't protect my butt when I return to Luozhou."

"Don't say that," several colleagues advised one after another, "You are a big hit with General Sui. Even if this mission is not completed well, it is not your fault. When you go back, say a few good words to General Sui, and this matter will be over."

Guo Yin snorted and laughed, looking around with drunken eyes: "You all know why I came to Beijing this time, but now we haven't even touched a hair over there. Today, His Majesty has issued an order again, asking me to leave Beijing early tomorrow morning. Tell me, who is responsible for this?"

The people present were either subordinates of Prince Ping's Mansion or former subordinates of Sui Yongdao. They knew the reason why Guo Yin was angry.

At the morning court today, Liang Han, the censor, revealed the truth about the fire in Baixifang, claiming that someone hired a murderer to plot against the twelfth prince, and after the plot failed, the murderer's wife and children were killed, which led to the tragedy of hundreds of casualties in Baixifang. The murderer disguised himself as a guard of Prince Ping's mansion in the enclosure, and it has now been confirmed that he is a former member of the Beihe Army under Sui Yongdao. These evidences make it difficult not to suspect Prince Ping.

Shortly after the morning court session ended, Prince Ping heard the news and entered the palace to meet the emperor. He has remained in the palace until now and has not come out.

"How despicable that spineless Wei Guangzheng was. He immediately withdrew when he saw that the situation was not right. How can I explain this to the general when I return?"

After Guo Yin finished speaking, he pushed aside his colleague and staggered out the door.

He opened the door and saw a waiter at the other end of the corridor escorting several guests to the private room.

The last guest walking was a big man, and looked very much like an acquaintance he knew.

"...Wei Baichuan!" Guo Yin held onto the door frame and shouted loudly.

"Oh my good Lord." His colleagues hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Old Guo, please stop yelling here."

Guo Yin waved his hand to break free and said coldly: "I called Wei Baichuan, not Feng... Ugh!"

His mouth was blocked by his colleagues.

Several people were pulling and tugging, and were about to drag him into the door when they heard a voice from outside: "Who called me?"

But then they saw Wei Baichuan walking out of the private room next to them.

Guo Yin squinted his eyes and looked at him, then looked at the other side of the corridor.

"Don't come over here." He broke away from his colleagues and walked in front of Wei Baichuan. He glanced behind him and smiled, "Why is there a woman in this room?"

He looked at Feng Twelve in the room with drunken eyes and laughed, "Wei Baichuan, is this woman your mistress? She's pretty and she holds a cat. You two are really good at having fun."

His colleagues were staying in this room and looking around, wanting to see who the woman he was talking about was, but because Feng Twelve was in that room, they couldn't go over.

Only the person who entered the door first to report the news had a changed expression and thought to himself that something bad was going to happen.

He had just seen with his own eyes that, apart from Feng Twelve, the only people in the Twelve Princes' entourage were Wei Baichuan and two other guards, and Feng Twelve happened to be holding a cat in his arms.

The woman that Guo Yin was talking about could only be Feng Twelve!
This man regretted his decision. He should not have come back to report the news. He knew Guo Yin's alcohol tolerance. Although he was a little tipsy, he was definitely not unconscious. What he said just now was clearly an act of madness and stupidity, deliberately making fun of the twelfth prince.

"Lao Guo, come back soon!"

Before he could finish his words of persuasion, a fist flashed by and hit Guo Yin in the face.

He covered his face and shook his head, as if he had sobered up a little, and stared at Wei Baichuan like a wolf: "You dare to hit me?"

Wei Baichuan kicked him and said, "You dare to disrespect His Highness? What if I hit you?"

Guo Yin tried to resist hastily, but he grabbed his shoulders and threw him into the house.

"Old Guo!" "Deputy General Guo!"

A series of exclamations were heard outside.

Fang Tong in the room was stunned. Who was this man? Was he crazy? He didn't look like he was really drunk.

She has seen many men who pretend to be crazy when drunk in the workplace. Those men appear crazy on the surface, but their eyes can't hide their malice. Perhaps it is because alcohol makes cowards braver that the malice is more obvious.

(End of this chapter)