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

Chapter 60 I Have No Other Thoughts About You

Fang Tong said half-jokingly as she brought the dessert to her mouth, but she noticed Feng Twelve's gaze following her. She turned the silver fork and felt that the Poria cocos cake was a little hot.

She picked up the plate on the table and put the remaining cakes in front of him: "Let's eat together?"

Feng Twelve didn't answer.

"Was it given by Gao Tiancai?" he asked.

Fang Tong nodded, and seeing that he was still reluctant to reach out, he put the plate back: "County Magistrate Gao is a shrewd person. He wants to flatter you, but he can't do it too conspicuously, so he starts with me."

"He asked you to say something good?" Feng Twelve asked.

"That's not the case." Fang Tong thought about the closeness between Gao Tiancai and her, and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

She didn't tell Feng Twelve that Gao Tiancai was hinting at her repaying the Twelfth Prince in his words and deeds. From the sound of it, it seemed that he wanted to send her to a wealthy family.

She touched her face and secretly sighed, this Gao Tiancai is really good at calculating. If she is really an amnesiac girl who is ignorant of the world, and she goes to flatter Feng Twelve as he said, if it fails, Gao Tiancai will not suffer any loss. If it succeeds, Gao Tiancai will become a noble man who gives her a push, and with the help of this relationship, he will definitely be able to establish a friendship with the Twelfth Prince's Mansion.

But he didn't even think about how Feng Twelve could be the kind of person who was tempted by beauty. He deserved to be only a county magistrate.

There was a hint of sarcasm in her smile. Feng Twelve frowned and asked, "He is disrespectful to you?"

Fang Tong looked at him in surprise. Could this man read minds? She hadn't mentioned a word.

"Not really." She raised her eyebrows. "When a hero saves a beautiful girl, it's inevitable that people will have other thoughts, right?"

There are always people who like to watch the fun and no matter how big the event. This has been the case throughout history.

Feng Twelve looked at her: "I don't have any other thoughts about you."

Fang Tong was silent. How could this person talk like that? How could she respond? He said that she had no other thoughts about him? Why did it feel like the more he explained, the worse it got.

"Of course I know you're not that kind of person," she said, gritting her teeth, "What I mean is, don't worry about what others think, as long as we have a clear conscience."

"I'm glad you don't mind." Feng Twelve said.

He knew what kind of rumors would arise if he kept her with him, but she wanted him to keep her, so he was willing to let her stay.

Fang Tong smiled, brought the snack to his mouth and took a bite: "The Fuling cake in Linshui County is really delicious, you should try it."

Seeing that she only ate cakes and didn't drink water, Feng Twelve sneered and said, "Make way."

Fang Tong stepped aside as he was told, and saw him reach out and pick up a few pieces of charcoal from the charcoal box under the table, throw them into the small stove by the window, and light the charcoal fire.

"You're such a good eater, but why don't you boil some hot water to make tea?" Feng Twelve picked up the kettle and sat on the fire.

Fang Tong smiled sheepishly: "I'm not very good at using a charcoal stove, and the window in this room can only be opened a little. I'm afraid of carbon monoxide poisoning."

So she only drank the first pot of tea brought by the clerk, and didn't want to drink it anymore when the water got cold.

"'One' what?" Feng Twelve didn't understand. "Who would poison?"

"It's not poisoning," Fang Tong said in a different way, "it's just that burning charcoal in the house can easily suffocate people."

Feng Twelve understood what was said. He pushed the window frame and said, "This window is broken. The room is not ventilated. We must be careful."

As he said that, he walked over and opened the door, letting the cool breeze from outside in: "Please tidy up and change rooms later."

"But I heard that this place is full." Fang Tong said, "It's just that the window is broken. I don't need to burn charcoal when I sleep."

The Linshui County Posthouse is not large, and usually, apart from officials from other places passing by to rest, there are almost no people coming here. Feng Twelve had more than ten people on this trip, and the room was completely full.

"This room is damp and cold. It's hard to keep out the cold without a charcoal fire." Feng Twelve pushed the movable door bolt. "This door bolt is rotten. The gap in the door is large. I can insert a knife into the gap and push it open."

Fang Tong looked at the thin door and felt that the house, which had been safe just now, was suddenly full of hidden dangers.

Feng Twelve said, "And as you said, there are problems with the clerks at the post station. It's not safe for you to live here. What if someone comes here in the dark in the middle of the night? How will you deal with it?"

The scene he described was a bit scary, and Fang Tong choked on the snack in his mouth.

"I need soldiers to lure out the masked man for me, so we can't touch him for the time being," Feng Twelve said, "but we can't let anything happen to you." "Then where do I live?" Fang Tong was no longer polite to him.

"Exchange with me." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong paused: "Not good."

He is an inspector, living in such a cramped room. If Gao Tiancai sees him, who knows what the other party will think, and many troubles will arise.

"Do you want to change it?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong almost laughed out of anger. How could this be considered a forced sale?

"Change, change, change." She couldn't help laughing. "How long are we going to stay in the inn?"

"Five days." Feng Twelve said.

"Then I feel relieved." Fang Tong felt relieved.

Feng Twelve looked at her with questioning eyes.

Fang Tong smiled and said, "Gao Tiancai will definitely not agree if you live in this room. Who knows, he might ask you to live in the county government office tomorrow."

In this way, both she and he can live in a big house and neither of them will feel wronged.

"Wherever I go, you'd better come with me."

"Why?" Fang Tong was puzzled.

She thought he was going to say that Linshui County was unsafe, but she heard Feng Twelve ask, "Can you turn back into a cat?"

Fang Tong was stunned.

She was not sure if she could still turn into a cat. This time, she had been transformed into a human for most of the day, which was far beyond her imagination.

"It's hard to say," she felt her body's condition, "I can't tell when it will change again."

"So you really can't control the transformation?"

Fang Tong nodded: "Not for now."

She didn't want to lie about it, and there was no need to. Otherwise, if he asked her to turn into a cat, what would she do? It would be better to just admit that she couldn't do it.

"In this case, it's safer for you to stay with me," Feng Twelve made a decision, "If anything goes wrong, I can cover it up for you."

Fang Tong nodded obediently.

"But I can't go with you when you go out to the party," she added, "When you go out to do something, I will stay at home. That way, even if I change my form, no one will notice."

"Yeah." Feng Twelve's eyes swept across the books on the table, "If you're bored, you can read in the room."

"I'll do whatever you say." Fang Tong was very aware that he was living under someone else's roof.

Maybe she behaved too well, Feng Twelve looked at her and said: "There is a literary gathering in the city recently. If you want to go out——"

He stopped talking here, because Fang Tong suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him brightly, with the same eyes as a kitten, and he was just about to scratch him with his claws.

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "When I finish my work at Furong Courtyard, I can take you there to have a look."

Fang Tong's eyebrows were curved.

"Thank you!" She clasped her fists towards him generously.

Feng Twelve's eyes moved: "Who did you learn this from?"

Fang Tong looked at his hands and realized that he had just impulsively used the habit of the assassin Bing Qi. This posture was commonly seen among people in the martial arts world, but it was not mentioned in the Book of Rites.

(End of this chapter)