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

Chapter 59 Tacit understanding
Fang Tong's pupils were a deep amber color, appearing warm and soft under the light.

She opened her eyes wide, surprised and impressed: "How did you know?"

Feng Twelve raised his hand and picked up a thin grass stem from her hair.

"This is horse grass." He lowered his eyes to look at her shoulder. "You still smell like horse."

"Is there?" Fang Tong raised one arm, pulled his sleeve and turned his head to sniff.

"Ordinary people can't smell it," Feng Twelve said, "I ride horses all year round, so I can smell it."

Fang Tong lifted the hem of her skirt and shook it vigorously, then stomped her feet on the spot: "It's good that I didn't step on horse manure."

She thought she had a strong odor, but she didn't expect it was because Feng Twelve had a dog's nose.

Feng Twelve smiled and said, "You just said someone was asking about me. Did you hear it in the stable?"

"Yes." Fang Tong recounted the conversation between the masked man and the officer in detail.

After listening to this, Feng Twelve's eyes darkened: "Were you in the stable when they were talking?"

"Yeah." Fang Tong nodded, "The horse was in the innermost room, and they didn't find me."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Feng Twelve paused, "Next time you're in a strange place, don't wander around."

"I just went out to get some fresh air, I didn't leave the inn," Fang Tong complained. She pointed at the books and oil lamp on the table, "I listened to you and read the book honestly."

Feng Twelve walked to the table and picked up the paper she was taking notes on. The words on the paper seemed recognizable yet unrecognizable, with missing limbs and childish strokes.

"Did you write this?" he asked.

"I took the notes." Fang Tong didn't intend to hide it.

"So many typos?" Feng Twelve frowned.

"I can understand." Fang Tong said confidently.

Simplified Chinese and traditional Chinese are of course different. She can understand most traditional Chinese characters, but he certainly can't understand many simplified Chinese characters.

Feng Twelve's index finger slid across a line on the paper and suddenly asked, "What is Tianyi?"

He said he would take the test, Fang Tong opened his mouth and quickly responded: "When meeting the emperor or elders, one should perform the Heavenly Yi Ceremony."

After she finished speaking, her face calmed down, she covered her right hand with her left hand, raised both hands to her forehead, leaned down, maintained the bent posture, paused for a moment, and stood up again.

"How is it? Did you imitate it well? Pretty good, right?" Fang Tong felt that he looked pretty good.

“Who did you learn this from?” Feng Twelve raised his eyes.

"With you." Fang Tong said.

That night in the enclosure, she saw Feng Twelve saluting to the emperor. She thought his posture was both elegant and beautiful at the time, and she replayed it in her mind several times.

Later, when he saw others performing greetings, they all bowed at the waist, but some people had slumped shoulders and bent legs, looking wretched and not having the temperament of Feng Twelve at all. Fang Tong suspected that this was because some people were tall and had long legs, which gave them a natural advantage.

Feng Twelve's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard her mention him. He had been with her in kitten form for a long time, and he didn't know what she saw every day, but the compliments that came out of her mouth must not have been learned from him.

"What else do you want to test?" Fang Tong stretched his hand towards his hand.

Feng Twelve put down the paper in his hand, picked up the open Book of Rites, and flipped through it.

"Hey," Fang Tong reminded, "I only read thirty-eight pages, I won't read more."

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes, his finger stopping somewhere on the page.

"In your opinion, who is the person who is asking about me?" His eyes were still on the book, but the question he asked was completely unrelated.

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment, leaned against the table, subconsciously picked up the silver fork on the plate, picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth.

She had the habit of eating while thinking, so she chewed the snack in her mouth a few times and swallowed it, then reached for the teacup on the table. The tea in the cup had long gone cold, so she took a sip and stopped drinking.

"That man is not the same as the bandits." She turned the cup in her hand. "The bandits in the forest, including the one who attacked you, should know how many people you brought with you, but that man asked the officials about your number."

She thought about it carefully and continued, "We encountered several groups of bandits along the way. Assuming that they were all arranged by someone, it means that the other party knew your itinerary very well, but that person didn't know where you would go next."

"There are several routes heading south from the capital. Apart from my guards, only the crown prince knows my route," Feng Twelve said, "They are unlikely to betray me."

Fang Tong put down his teacup, ate a piece of dessert, and chewed silently without saying a word.

"What are you thinking about?" Feng Twelve asked.

"I'm wondering how many enemies you have," Fang Tong responded honestly. "Among the first wave of bandits, there were assassins from the White Bird Pavilion. The latest wave also had two people with crossbows and thunder bombs. And tonight, a masked man was found in the posthouse. Your Highness, don't you think there are too many people who want to deal with you?"

"What do you think?" Feng Twelve asked back.

Fang Tong was both angry and amused: "How should I know?"

"Aren't you a mountain god?" Feng Twelve's eyes were burning.

Fang Tong could hardly resist his serious look. He suddenly seemed to have full faith in her origins and did not hesitate at all when mentioning the mountain god.

"The mountain god is not omniscient and omnipotent." She frowned, "Don't expect me to sense it. I can't sense it."

There was a hint of cheating in her tone. She should have been very alert, she should have kept her identity secret, she should have acted like an unfathomable god, but in front of Feng Twelve, she didn't want to be too dignified.

She still remembered that after she woke up, he told her to be herself. She didn't know if there was any other meaning behind these words, but he had never hurt her from the past to the present. Her identity as a mountain god was more like a stepping stone for both of them.

Matters concerning gods and ghosts were too vague, so Feng Twelve didn't need to deliberately investigate her origins, and she didn't need to rack her brains to explain who she was. The two of them tacitly accepted the excuse of the mountain god, and there was no need to explain it too clearly, just maintain the status quo.

She kept a stern face for less than two seconds before her expression relaxed.

She smiled to herself, her eyebrows curved, and looked up at him.

"What are you laughing at?" Feng Twelve was puzzled.

"Why are you discussing this with me?" Fang Tong tilted his head. "This is your official business, and I'm just an outsider."

Did he trust her to this extent? She didn't dare to be so narcissistic.

She asked because she couldn't figure it out, just wanting to confirm what role she should play next to Feng Twelve.

Feng Twelve's answer was unexpected: "If you were an outsider, you would be able to stand outside and see more clearly."

He had long seen that she was sharp-minded, and now he tested her and found that it was true.

Fang Tong clicked his tongue: "We are outsiders, what are you talking about ifs?"

"Because you were the one who told me that there was an assassin from the White Bird Pavilion among the bandits," Feng Twelve said, "so you are not considered an outsider now."

Fang Tong chuckled: "So you still want me to be a bystander and see things more clearly?"

"Your point of view is very inspiring to me," Feng Twelve said, "I agree with you."

Fang Tong looked at his serious eyes and suddenly felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. She moved her fingers, grabbed the silver fork on the plate, and poked another dessert: "You finally admit that I am valuable?"

(End of this chapter)