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

Chapter 40: Envious to Death

In Fang Tong's impression, Feng Twelve was always calm and composed no matter what he did, as if nothing could alarm him, but tonight there was a hint of excitement on his face.

That bit of joy was like a sudden flash of sunlight under the dense shade of trees, lighting up his dark eyes.

He walked into the room half a second faster than usual, and seemed to hesitate when his eyes swept over her, as if he had a lot to say to her.

Fang Tong stood up and meowed at him softly.

As a household pet, she was very conscious of listening to him, as long as he didn't hold her in his hands and rub her like she did to Fang Xiaohua.

Feng Twelve met her gaze, but instead of pulling her into his arms as she had imagined, he just stopped and looked at her, suddenly raising the corners of his lips.

His smile was like the morning sun breaking through the heavy clouds, filling the room with warmth.

Fang Tong blinked. Was the candlelight in the room so bright? Why did she feel blinded?
She took two steps forward, came to the edge of the desk, and scratched the air twice with her claws.

If there is any good news, please tell us about it. It's just too suspenseful to keep people in suspense.

Feng Twelve stopped laughing.

He pursed his lips and went straight into the inner room.

Fang Tong listened to the cabinet door in the room opening and closing, closing and opening again, wondering what he was doing in there.

However, Feng Twelve did not do anything. He sat on the edge of the bed facing the open cabinet door.

The excitement in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his expression returned to calm.

It was just a short departure, so there was no need for him to lose his composure like that. However, given the emperor's temperament, it was hard to say whether he would regret it when the time came.

He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was a familiar scene: spears standing upright beside the martial arts training ground, gleaming with cold light.

After a stick of incense, Fang Tong heard the sound of breaking air coming from outside the window. He threw away the book beside him and ran to take a look outside the door.

Sure enough, Feng Twelve was holding a spear and practicing martial arts alone in the open space.

Fang Tong has been accustomed to seeing him exercising every morning these days. She has never seen anyone as self-disciplined as him. He dared to fight with others even though his injury has not healed. Now that he doesn't need to take medicine, he continues to exercise every morning.

Judging from the current situation, we may have to practice more at night even in the future.

Fang Tong yawned and thought that he was quite self-disciplined. He felt sleepy at a certain time at night and woke up at a certain time in the morning.

She came into the house wagging her tail and curled up comfortably in her nest.

Before going to sleep, she was only thinking about one thing: what did Feng Twelve hear when he went to the Prince's Mansion, and why he was so excited when he came back.

A few days later, Fang Tong learned the answer from the casual chat between Wei Baichuan and others.

It turned out that the emperor ordered the prince to tour the south on his behalf. Feng Yunxi asked for permission to appoint Feng Twelve as the inspector to lead the prince's tour.

The so-called inspector is responsible for checking the preparations of local authorities in advance before the prince arrives in various places to avoid any omissions in ceremonies and security.

Now that the imperial edict has been issued, it is a foregone conclusion that Feng Twelve will leave the capital, and the people in the Prince's Mansion are immediately busy.

Fang Tong lay on the bench in the corridor, watching Wei Baichuan and his men coming in and out, moving boxes and cages of all sizes here and there, as if they were going to clear out the prince's mansion.

She sighed in boredom. Apart from her, the only person who was the most idle in the mansion was Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve was still like when he was recuperating from his injury. He stayed in the house most of the time, writing and drawing on the map on the table, doing homework for the trip.

With this comparison, Fang Tong is the only real idle person left.

Even Aunt Zhang in the small kitchen was busy preparing dry food for her master, including cured meat and fish, fried noodles with meat jerky, pickled vegetables and candied fruits, and various dried fruits. There were several large baskets full of all kinds of food, and the amount would obviously increase.

Fang Tong felt a little empty in this bustling atmosphere. She jumped onto the back of a chair and stared at the fish pond under the corridor in a daze.

It’s good that Feng Twelve has left. The backyard is hers alone. She doesn’t have to worry about being discovered by her roommates and can practice transformation anytime and anywhere.

Even so, Fang Tong was still unhappy. His roommate was going on a long-distance trip, no wonder he was so excited that night.

She didn't want to admit how envious she was. No, she was envious, envious to death.

Fang Tong ran back to the study and saw Feng Twelve still busy at the table. She jumped onto the desk and sat down on the map.

Feng Twelve looked up at her, then lowered his head to continue sketching on the paper.

Fang Tong lay on his side, spread out on the picture in a big letter shape, and turned himself into a flat cat pancake.

She is a cat now, and she just wants to make trouble when she is in a bad mood.

Feng Twelve patted her paws and said, "Make way."

Fang Tong snorted in his heart and even let his tail fall down, hanging limply on the paper.

Feng Twelve stopped writing.

He opened the box on his right and took out a small piece of dried fish.

"Would you like to eat the dried fish that just arrived?"

Fang Tong didn't even raise his eyelids and refused to eat.

These days Feng Twelve has been feeding her dried fish every now and then, and she has long been tired of it.

Seeing that she ignored him, Feng Twelve put the dried fish into his mouth.

Fang Tong raised one eye. What? That was her dried fish.

The sound of the burnt shell of dried fish being crushed came from Feng Twelve's mouth, "crunch, crunch", and Fang Tong swallowed his saliva.

The fried dried fish here is really delicious. I can recall the taste just by listening to the sound, fresh, crispy and tender.

Fang Tong closed his eyes, restraining himself from looking at his face. His long beard trembled at the corners of his mouth, conveying a rhythm of dissatisfaction.

She is really spoiled because of her favor, this word popped up in Fang Tong's mind. He felt that there was a reason why Fang Xiaohua dared to be so arrogant back then. People who keep cats are so humble. They have to feed and clothe the cats and still look at the cats' mood.

She was now giving Feng Twelve a cold look.

She shook her hind legs and imagined herself to be the most powerful person in Beijing. Not only did she occupy Feng Twelve's desk, she also crumpled up his drawings and kicked them under the table like a ball.

Unfortunately, she is not Fang Xiaohua after all. Fang Tong regretfully punctured her fantasy. She couldn't bring herself to destroy property.

Besides, this map was borrowed by the prince from the palace. Ancient maps are extremely precious. What if it is damaged and Feng Twelve’s job is ruined?

Fang Tong changed his leg and continued to shake it like a gangster, glancing at Feng Twelve out of the corner of his eye.

He had to be thankful that she wasn't a real cat, or he would have been well on his way to getting a beating.

Feng Twelve saw the kitten lying on the map, its two hind legs twitching from time to time, and frowned slightly.

"Your leg hurts?" He grabbed her shaking leg, held it in his hand and pressed it gently a few times.

Fang Tong only felt an itch on his hind legs, and he struggled hard to free himself from his grasp.

She turned over and got up, meowing at him in dissatisfaction.

Feng Twelve was relieved to see that she was acting normally.

"Go and have fun," he patted her back gently, "there will be shrimp for dinner."

The kitten circled on the table and swept her tail across his wrist. She looked at him, stopped making trouble, and jumped off the desk.

Feng Twelve looked at her back as she left. For some reason, he always felt that she was filled with resentment today.

He twisted the dried fish crumbs on his fingertips, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)