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

Chapter 55 Qing Guan

The woman in green was pouring wine for Feng Yuyang. She put down the wine pot when she heard this and said, "Your Highness is becoming more and more fond of joking."

Having said that, she still raised her eyes and looked towards Feng Twelve.

"How is it?" Feng Yuyang looked at her expression, "My brother is much better than the ones you usually see?"

The green-clothed woman glanced at Feng Twelve and then looked away: "The Twelfth Prince is as precious as gold and jade, how can he be compared with those mediocre people."

Feng Yuyang laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "Then how about comparing it with Wuyue Mountain Man? Who do you like more?"

The green-clothed woman straightened her face and said, "I am an outsider friend of Wuyue Mountain Man, and this is the first time I have met His Majesty the Twelfth Prince. Please don't make fun of us, Your Majesty."

Feng Yuyang brushed his wide sleeves and said with a smile, "Yes, Qingluan, you have very high standards. I'm afraid there is no one in this world that you can catch your eye."

"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" The red-dressed woman on the right leaned over and said, "The women in our Furong Courtyard are all unlucky people, so how dare we be picky? Thanks to Your Highness's love, I can see the world with you. But Qingluan has always been like this, Your Highness, please don't tease her."

Feng Yuyang laughed loudly: "How dare I tease her? I had to persuade this beautiful lady to accompany me today. If I make her angry, I will complain to the hermit when I go back. What if the hermit runs away and writes the inscription he promised me?"

Qing Luan's expression was calmed down, and her cheeks were slightly tense: "Your Highness, you are worrying too much. I am not the kind of person who gossips behind people's backs."

Feng Yuyang pointed at her and smiled: "Look, this angry look is a good match for our little Twelve."

"Your Majesty, be careful with your words."

Feng Twelve walked from the path to the table. He had no intention of joining in their laughter and conversation, but he finally spoke after hearing these words.

Feng Yuyang clicked his tongue: "Look at you, you're still like this after not seeing you for so many years. You took it seriously even though it was just a joke."

He pushed Qingluan on the shoulder and said, "And you, I don't need you to serve me. Go to Xiao Twelve and help him serve the dishes."

Feng Yuyang held a banquet in an open courtyard. He and Feng Twelve each occupied a dining table, which was surrounded by winding water. In the bamboo forest nearby, someone was playing a bamboo flute. The sound of the flute was melodious, but only the music could be heard, and the sound was particularly melodious along with the gurgling water.

Qingluan came to Feng Twelve's seat, knelt beside the dining table, and placed the food brought by the servants on the table one by one.

She lowered her head, her movements were elegant and she was exceptionally calm.

After the food was all served, she bowed to Feng Twelve and said softly, "Today, I have prepared Nv'erhong and Qingshanzui. I wonder which kind of wine Your Highness would like to drink?"

"No need." Feng Twelve said briefly.

Qingluan had already reached out to take the wine glass, but paused when she heard this.

Feng Yuyang heard the two talking at the top and said with a smile: "Qingluan, I forgot to tell you that Little Twelve doesn't like drinking."

Qingluan lowered her head and smiled, seeming a little embarrassed. She put the wine glass on the table and looked up at Feng Twelve.

"It was Qingluan's negligence, Your Highness, please don't blame me."

She picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine, rolled up her sleeves with one hand, raised the glass with the other hand and toasted Feng Twelve: "This glass of wine is an apology to His Highness."

After saying that, she tilted her head back and drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

She was born elegant and beautiful, and looked fragile, but her drinking posture was very heroic.

She showed the empty bottom of the cup to Feng Twelve, indicating that she had finished drinking. Then she turned her head slightly, covered her lips and coughed lightly a few times.

Feng Yuyang sat there in a daze for a moment, then turned to ask the woman in red beside him: "Hongxiao, when did Qingluan learn to drink?"

Hong Xiao forced a smile and said, "Qingluan has never had a good alcohol tolerance. I'm afraid that drinking this cup will be rude to the guests. Your Majesty, why don't you let her go down and rest first?"

Feng Yuyang propped up his head and smiled: "It seems that it's not that he can't drink, it depends on who he drinks with."

Qingluan coughed lightly and wiped the corner of her lips with a handkerchief. After drinking a glass of wine, her face flushed, making her look even more pitiful and amiable. She knelt straight and said to Feng Twelve: "Qingluan lost her composure and made Your Highness laugh."

After saying that, she stood up and bowed to the others: "My clothes have been stained by the wine just now. Please allow me to leave for a while."

Her figure was graceful and disappeared behind the rockery.

The scene was silent for a long while before Feng Yuyang laughed: "This Qingluan is becoming more and more willful. You must have a good talk with her when you go back."

"Don't be angry, Your Majesty," Hong Xiao picked up a piece of food for him with her chopsticks and said with a smile, "Qingluan is not usually like this."

"Then tell me, why does she look at Little Twelve differently?" Feng Yuyang pushed away the plate in front of him, looking unhappy. "Although I am not as handsome as him, I am a prince after all. In front of me, her nose is not a nose, and her eyes are not eyes."

Hong Xiao chuckled: "Well, I can't explain it clearly."

Feng Yuyang snorted and leaned over to look at Feng Twelve on his left: "Little Twelve, look at you. You have a stern face since you came in. What's wrong? Don't you like the girl I found for you?"

Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Feng Yuyang said, "Don't think too much. I know you are not interested in beautiful women. She is a prostitute who just came to have a meal with us. Even if you want to be interested, it is not possible."

Feng Twelve: "I want to ask, when is Prince Jing going to return to Guzhou?"

Feng Yuyang exclaimed "Ah", picked up the chopsticks and poked at the plate.

"I was just wondering why you came so early." he muttered.

"Do you know what I'm here for?" Feng Twelve looked at him.

"I didn't know at first, but I found out when I arrived in Linshui." Feng Yuyang pointed at the table and asked Hong Xiao to pour him some wine. "The imperial edict of the crown prince's southern tour first passed through Linshui County. I heard from Magistrate Gao as soon as I arrived yesterday."

He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, squinted his eyes and smacked his lips: "There is a prefectural government office in Guzhou. They will take care of the matter of welcoming the prince. I don't need to worry about it."

Feng Twelve said: "You are a vassal king. Once the prince's procession arrives in Guzhou, you must accompany him throughout the journey."

Feng Yuyang covered his ears as if he had a headache.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he waved his hands, “I finally got out, can you please let me be quiet for a while?”

Feng Twelve stared at him without saying anything.

Feng Yuyang met his gaze and hissed softly, "Don't look at me like that. I've been afraid of your eyes since I was a child."

He seemed to recall something from the past and smiled: "You have become more calm and composed in these years in Beijing."

"Not as free and easy as King Jing." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yuyang laughed loudly: "You are right. Although the fiefdom of Guzhou is not large, it is enough for me to torment for decades."

There was a hint of boasting in his words, but Feng Twelve was unmoved and only said, "The imperial edict for the southern tour must have arrived in Guzhou."

"So what?" Feng Yuyang shook his wine glass. "The government has received the imperial edict and will act according to the rules."

"The person who urged you to go back is probably on the way." Feng Twelve said slowly, picked up a piece of crystal sashimi and put it in his bowl.

The smile on Feng Yuyang's face suddenly froze.

It was understandable that he was not in Guzhou when the imperial edict arrived, but he knew that the prince was going to tour the south to his fiefdom, but he still did not care. At the most, he was disobeying the imperial order, and at the least, he did not take the prince seriously.

He looked around and said to himself, "Where's Qingluan? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

(End of this chapter)