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

Chapter 49 He is her variable
The mountain breeze blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound. A thick cloud floated by, and most of the sky became overcast.

"Where is your highness?"

Xiaonian brought people back and asked the guards who stayed here.

"Your Highness is in the car."

Feng Twelve heard the voices outside, glanced at Fang Tong, stood up and lifted the car curtain, revealing half of his body: "How is it?"

Xiaonian walked to the front of the car and said, "The thunder bomb blew away all traces. We searched the area but found nothing else."

Feng Twelve nodded and said, "Linshui County is thirty miles to the south. Take your men and send the bandits to the county government office."

"In what capacity?" Xiaonian asked.

"In my name," Feng Twelve said, "have someone bring the arrow here."

Just now in the forest, someone hid in a tree and shot an arrow at his back, but he dodged it. The attacker failed to succeed, and when he saw the guards from the prince's mansion rushing over, he immediately fled into the forest.

Now the person has not been caught, only an arrow was left at the scene.

Feng Twelve took the arrow, lowered the curtain and returned to the carriage.

He sat down opposite Fang Tong as usual, examining the arrow in his hand.

Fang Tong glanced at his calm face and looked outside the car. Feng Twelve had just lifted a corner of the curtain, and his tall figure blocked the view outside. The guards didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the car.

Is he planning to keep her hidden like this?

Fang Tong shifted her gaze back to Feng Twelve. She leaned toward him, trying to see clearly the arrow in his hand.

Feng Twelve stopped spinning the arrow, held the arrow horizontally in his hand and handed it to her.

Fang Tong looked at him, raised half of his eyebrows, and asked with his eyes: Can she see?

Feng Twelve held out the arrows and said, "Have you seen it?"

Fang Tong took it in his hand and examined it carefully.

"I haven't seen it before." She stroked the smooth arrow shaft and held both ends to measure it. "But this arrow doesn't seem to be long enough."

She had been to the archery hall before, and often watched Feng Twelve practice martial arts here. The arrows she had seen were much longer than the one in her hand.

She weighed the arrow with her hand: "Although the arrow shaft is short, the arrow body is thick, and the weight is not too light—"

"It's a crossbow." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong's eyes lit up: "Yes, it's a crossbow!"

"Take another look at what features it has?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong looked at the arrow shaft and arrowhead again and again, and shook his head: "There is no mark."

"There should be no mark," Feng Twelve took the arrow back from her hand, "If you want to kill someone, you can't leave any clues. So how do you know that the person who killed me is from the White Bird Pavilion?"

"Because I have..."

Fang Tong swallowed the last two words in time.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of the conversation was too harmonious and she almost said something wrong.

"Hmm?" Feng Twelve's eyes were still on the arrow, and he asked casually, "Have you seen it?"

Fang Tong looked at him warily. This guy was deliberately trying to trick her.

"Because I am a mountain god," Fang Tong said with a straight face, "I have my own sense of connection."

Feng Twelve's long eyelashes moved slightly and he looked up at her.

Those dark eyes seemed particularly calm in the dim carriage. With the light behind him, he exuded an invisible sense of oppression. "Then do you know who hired the people from the White Bird Pavilion to assassinate Prince Ping?" His eyes stopped at her face.

"I don't know." Fang Tong admitted frankly, "My divine power is limited, and I am not omniscient and omnipotent. You and I are causally related, so I can sense things related to you."

"Sensation?" Feng Twelve muttered to himself.

Fang Tong had just said this without thinking. Seeing that he seemed to be thinking about something, he was worried that he had said too much, so he quickly added, "You are a prince. There are many hidden secrets in the universe. I can't sense much."

Feng Twelve raised his lips suddenly after hearing this: "I was just about to ask you, since you can sense what happened to me, whether my trip to the south went smoothly this time."

Fang Tong pursed her lips. This person was treating her as a fortune teller. But no matter how she looked at it, the guy opposite her didn't look like someone who would seek divination.

"Fate is not predetermined. The choices we make every moment will affect our future. As long as you stick to your original intention, you will be able to turn misfortune into fortune and achieve success in everything you do."

The more Fang Tong spoke, the more he felt like a fortune-teller and charlatan. This ambiguous answer seemed to give an answer, but in fact it said nothing.

But Feng Twelve was staring at her, with a subtle hint in his eyes.

"You said fate is not predetermined?" he asked. "Didn't you say that you met me because this disaster was destined for you?"

Fang Tong's heart trembled. She didn't expect that he remembered what she said so clearly.

She cleared her throat and said sincerely, "It is because I met you that I was able to survive the disaster safely. If there is a change in fate, I am glad that it is you."

She wasn't just saying this to evade the question. She was indeed very grateful to Feng Twelve. Without him, she would have died on Cangmang Mountain long ago. The care she received in the Prince's Mansion helped her get rid of the shadow of being crushed to death, making her less resistant to this strange world and more expectant.

Feng Twelve was silent.

He could not see any hypocrisy in her eyes. Her words were sincere, but too sincere.

He is a prince, and no matter how unpopular he is, there will always be people who show favor to him. When he becomes the prince's right-hand man, many people with ulterior motives appear around him.

He had heard compliments that were both more exaggerated and more sincere than this, and he could tell how much truth there was in them, but the girl in front of him was so straightforward that it was confusing.

He wanted to remind her that she should not say such things to others, especially a man, but when the words came to his lips and he met her upright eyes, he swallowed the advice.

At this time, she was like a cat again.

She clearly did something wrong, but she looked innocent, making it hard to tell whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Some things will only make things worse if you explain them, so it's better not to mention them.

Feng Twelve withdrew his gaze and picked up the arrow at hand again.

"Can the assassins of White Bird Pavilion use crossbows?" he asked.

Fang Tong shook his head: "I don't know."

At least Bingqi has never seen it.

"There are many people who use iron chains in the world. If the opponent is an unknown person, it will be difficult to find out the result." Feng Twelve murmured.

"If he is nameless, doesn't that mean he is an assassin?" Fang Tong said, "The White Bird Pavilion has always adhered to the principle of leaving no one alive. Assassins do not reveal their whereabouts after killing someone. No one knows where their base is, who the leader is, and who is in the organization."

"You know the details."

Feng Twelve gently flicked the tip of the arrowhead with the tip of his thumb, which made Fang Tong feel pain in his fingertips. He was very worried that he might accidentally cut his finger.

"I read it in the newspaper," she explained. "Why don't you put this arrow away first? What if it's poisonous or something..."

She doesn't have an antidote.

Feng Twelve looked at her with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Where did you get all this knowledge from?"

Before she could speak, he continued, "It's because of the mountain god again, huh?"

(End of this chapter)