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

Chapter 46 I am the Mountain God
The long and narrow chair could not block Fang Tong's figure. She squatted on the ground, wanting to cry but without tears.

People passed by outside the carriage from time to time, and every footstep and every word sounded like a countdown to death.

She turned her head to look at the closed car curtains, made up her mind, knelt down, and stretched out her arms to feel back and forth on the wall.

The most urgent thing was to find clothes to wear. She remembered that there was a secret compartment where Feng Twelve's clothes were placed, and it seemed to be on the middle layer.

She knocked gently on the wall, and with a click, the mechanism made a slight sound and a drawer slid out.

She was overjoyed and peeked inside, and sure enough, she saw a pile of clothes.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the forest, shaking the car body.

Fang Tong pushed the drawer shut, squatted down, and quickly protected his head with both hands.

Soon, the voice of the guard came from outside the car: "Your Highness, that man has an accomplice. The other party used thunder bombs to rescue the person."

"Are any of our people injured?" Feng Twelve asked.

"One brother was injured, but not seriously."

"Xiao Nian, bring some people over to help," Feng Twelve called Xiao Nian over, "If there is nothing else found, there is no need to pursue them anymore."

"Yes," Xiaonian waved, "Come three people, follow me."

The footsteps outside gradually faded away. Fang Tong listened carefully and confirmed that the person had gone far away. Then he stood up and opened the secret compartment again.

The curtain behind him moved, and a faint light leaked in.

"The rest of the people—"

Feng Twelve's voice suddenly stopped.

Fang Tong's body also paused.

She remained kneeling on the ground, her arms stuck in the drawer, so stiff that she seemed to have lost consciousness.

At this moment, the air was eerily quiet.

The next second, the light inside the carriage disappeared, the curtains fell again, and Feng Twelve's order was heard outside: "Search the surroundings. Do not approach the carriage without my permission."

Fang Tong blinked slowly and finally regained his breath.

Only then did she realize that she was sweating coldly, and her whole body was chilly and covered with goose bumps.

Before she could catch her breath, the curtain moved again and someone entered the carriage.

Fang Tong bit his lips, staring at the wall in front of him, feeling that every second was torture.

A pair of black boots stepped past her, and the corner of Feng Twelve's clothes appeared in her eyes.

The hem of the indigo robe is like the dawn emerging from the darkness, or the last twilight before nightfall.

Fang Tong stared at the familiar piece of clothing and watched him stop beside him.

"I'm Little Cotton!"

She looked up and blurted out.

Her eyes fell on his face, only to find that he was not looking at her.

Feng Twelve looked at the open drawer, his eyes sweeping over her hand hanging on the edge of the drawer.

Fang Tong stepped back and took his hand back.

At this moment, she was particularly grateful that the long hair of the ancients was enough to cover her body. She hugged her arms across her chest and turned sideways.

"I know it's hard for you to believe," she explained in a low voice, "but I am indeed the transformed cotton flower. We first met in the paddock of Cangmang Mountain, and you saved me on the mountain..."

Before she finished her words, a set of clothes was handed to her.

"Put it on first." Feng Twelve said.

There was no fluctuation in his tone and no expression on his face. His eyes were staring out the window, as if he was watching to see if anyone was coming.

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment and grabbed the clothes.

"Call me when you're dressed." Feng Twelve said, and turned away. Fang Tong held the clothes in her hands, remained silent for two seconds, turned around, and saw the curtains falling again, creating ripples in front of her eyes.

She let out a long breath unconsciously and felt her head dizzy.

Feng Twelve's appearance seemed like an illusion, but the clothes in her hands were real.

She shook open the clothes and suddenly found that it was a chest-length skirt for women.

She took the long skirt in her hands, turned it over and over, and then looked into the drawer.

The drawer was filled with men's clothes neatly stacked, all of which were specially prepared for Feng Twelve's trip.

Feng Twelve dressed up as an ordinary merchant, and the fabrics he used were not particularly luxurious. The same was true for the women's clothing in Fang Tong's hand, and the embroidery patterns were very low-key.

She took the skirt and put it on while wondering, could it be that Feng Twelve is a crossdresser at heart?

She tightened the straps of her skirt and shook her head at herself. Feng Twelve didn't seem to have this kind of habit. It was probably for emergency needs. Didn't he say he would travel in disguise before going out? She had seen on TV before that a male protagonist could save his life by changing into women's clothes at a critical moment.

Fang Tong thought about Feng Twelve's handsome face. If he put on makeup, drew eyebrows and eyes, and adorned himself with hairstyle and jewelry, others from a distance might not be able to recognize that this was a man.

She pulled up the hem of her floor-length skirt. Fortunately, she had attended several Hanfu events with friends in modern times and had a basic understanding of how to wear this kind of clothes. Otherwise, there was no way she would have gotten out of the carriage smoothly.

She took a few steps on the carriage floor and felt the soles of her feet were cold.

Feng Twelve gave her clothes but no shoes.

She didn't have time to care about all this. She lifted her skirt and tiptoed to the curtain. She made a small gap between the two curtains and looked out from a closer distance.

Feng Twelve stood in front of the carriage with his back to her.

He put his hands behind his back, like a tall and straight pine tree.

Fang Tong glanced around and saw that the guards of the Prince's Mansion had dispersed far away. There was no one else near the carriage. She took a deep breath, gathered her strength, and shouted to the outside of the carriage -

"Meow……"

The cat's meow was a little weak, not much stronger than that of a newborn kitten.

Feng Twelve seemed to have heard it, turned his head and met her gaze.

There was some confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she wanted to imitate a cat's meow.

Fang Tong's face flushed. She was just afraid of being heard, she was not trying to be cute on purpose.

She opened the curtain a little and hooked her finger at him.

Feng Twelve's look became even weirder.

Fang Tong cleared his throat: "I'm fine."

After she finished speaking, she quickly retreated back into the carriage.

When Feng Twelve came in, he saw a girl wearing a lotus-colored shirt and a lake green skirt, sitting quietly on a stool.

She didn't have her hair tied up in a bun; her long black hair fell to her waist like flowing water. She grabbed a strand of it and twirled it around with her fingers.

She lowered her head slightly, as if she was worried about something, her brows slightly furrowed, and she occasionally fiddled with the ends of her hair.

Seeing him come in, she suddenly raised her eyes, met his gaze, and moved a few inches to the side.

Feng Twelve sat down on the stool opposite.

He didn't say anything, and she became even more silent, almost twisting the ends of her hair into a pigtail.

Feng Twelve thought about it and decided not to make things difficult for her. He said, "I—"

"I am the mountain god." Fang Tong spoke at the same time as him.

Feng Twelve pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He wanted to say, I know you are little cotton, but when Fang Tong said this, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

He spent every day with her and observed her behavior. He knew what she looked like when she felt guilty, just like now.

(End of this chapter)