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

Chapter 66 A visitor is coming

Xiaonian looked at his highness with an indescribable look.

He admitted that the girl had a point, but was His Highness being too lenient with her?

"Your Highness, I have something I want to report to you in private." He couldn't help but want to know the girl's background.

Fang Tong stood up tactfully: "Your Highness, I will go back to my room first."

Xiaonian watched Fang Tong walk into the main house. Wait, he opened his eyes wide, is that her house? How can she just walk in?

But Feng Twelve said calmly: "She and I changed rooms."

Xiaonian couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes: "Your Highness, do you trust her so much?"

"Her room has simple doors and windows, and it's not safe." Feng Twelve said, "There's nothing important in the room, so why give it to her?"

"But she..." Xiaonian scratched the back of his neck, "You didn't ask her to avoid it just now."

What they discussed involved important officials of the imperial court, so it was no exaggeration to say that it was confidential. However, His Highness not only allowed Fang Tong to sit in, but also let her participate in the discussion. He now suspected that His Highness had indeed rescued a girl from the forest, but she was a transformed mountain spirit or monster, which had confused His Highness's mind.

"I don't want to explain her background," Feng Twelve seemed to know what he was thinking, "but she is just as worthy of my trust as the rest of you."

Xiaonian was shocked again. Who is this girl and why is she so valued by His Highness?

He racked his brains and suddenly an idea came to him: "Is she your Highness's spy?"

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Apart from this identity, there was no other explanation as to why His Highness looked at Fang Tong differently.

Feng Twelve paused and looked at him without saying anything.

Xiao Nian stood up nervously: "I understand, Your Highness, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut."

He secretly clenched his fists, extremely excited. His Highness was willing to share this secret with him, which showed his trust in him. He said that there were no mountain spirits or wild monsters in the world. No wonder Commander Wei told him to read less idle books all day long. He really should listen to the words of the senior.

Seeing his proud and excited face, Feng Twelve was silent for a moment: "Send the body to the county government office and ask the coroner to perform an autopsy to see if there is anything else that can be discovered."

Xiao Nian responded loudly and asked, "Your Highness, Prince Jing lives in Furong Courtyard. Should we remind him to move out?"

Feng Twelve thought for a moment and shook his head: "Not yet."

"Your Highness," a guard came to report, "Prince Jing is here to visit."

Feng Twelve turned around and heard a series of crisp "knock knock knock" sounds. Prince Jing Feng Yuyang and his men appeared outside the courtyard gate.

He was leaning on a jade cane, and when he walked his shoulder was slightly tilted, his feet alternated between deep and shallow.

"Little Twelve, I am here to bother you."

He smiled and waved his hand towards Feng Twelve: "The Furong Courtyard is in a mess tonight, making it impossible to sleep. I heard that thunder bombs were found, and I feel even more unsafe, so I decided to stay at your place for the night."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the body on the ground and paused: "What happened?"

"We caught a gangster, who was killed by his accomplices with a hidden weapon." Feng Twelve asked people to carry the body away, then turned to look at the people Feng Yuyang brought with him, "Who is this?"

Feng Yuyang was followed by several servants, and the man next to him was wearing a veil with a circle of black gauze wrapped around the wide brim of the veil, half covering his face and leaving only his square chin exposed. Judging from his attire, it was obvious that he was not Feng Yuyang's follower.

Feng Yuyang smiled and said, "I was just about to introduce you to this person, who is--" "I am a hermit from Wuyue Mountain, and nice to meet His Highness the Twelfth Prince." The man untied the knot under his chin, took off the veil on his head, and nodded slightly to Feng Twelve.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a gaunt face and prominent cheekbones. One of his eyes was bright and sharp, while the other was white and dull, indicating that he was blind in one eye.

Feng Twelve's gaze paused for a moment on his eye, and the man smiled unrestrainedly: "I am half-blind, so I am unsightly. I am sorry to have frightened Your Highness."

"Hey, sir, what are you talking about? My little Twelve will never judge a person by his appearance," Feng Yuyang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't say that you are blind in one eye. Even if you are completely blind, you are still a world-famous Wuyue Mountain Man."

Wuyueshanren seemed to be very familiar with Feng Yuyang. He sneered as he spoke: "If I were completely blind, how could I write? By then, I wouldn't be able to make much money even if I begged on the street, let alone become famous."

"Nonsense," Feng Yuyang scolded with a smile, "Even if you are not blind, you can still write with your eyes closed. Even if you can't write anymore, your calligraphy will only increase in value, enough for you to spend throughout your life."

Wuyueshanren snorted and replied with one word: "Vulgar."

"Sir, you are right. I am just an ordinary person." Feng Yuyang didn't care about his evaluation at all. He said to Feng Twelve, "Little Twelve, quickly have someone clean up two rooms. Sir and I will have one each."

"There are no vacancies in the post house," Feng Twelve said, "Why don't you two go to the county government office?"

"No vacant rooms?" Feng Yuyang was stunned, and looked around. "That's OK. Someone just died here. I'm afraid it's not safer than the county government office."

He asked his servant to go to the county government office to inquire if there were any vacant rooms. When Wuyueshan heard this, he sneered, "You are a prince. Even if the county magistrate doesn't live there, there is still a place for you to stay."

"Who do you think I am doing this for? It's to keep you safe." Feng Yuyang waved the jade staff in his hand, glared at him, and said to Feng Twelve, "You don't know how much effort I put into persuading him. I asked the servant to invite him, but he refused to let us in. In the end, I had to go to his house in person to invite him out."

Wuyueshanren waved his sleeves and said, "I was having a lively conversation with someone, and you led people to break in. How can this be polite at all?"

"You are talking so seriously. Are you and Qingluan playing chess? I saw that the chess pieces on the table had not been moved for many moves, but you two were busy talking, right?" Feng Yuyang teased, "You have never cared about red tape, why are you so annoyed today? Well, if you want to play chess, I will accompany you."

He walked forward a few steps with his cane and said, "Little Twelve, I'll lend you my room so I can play a game of chess with the master."

Feng Twelve moved slightly, blocking his way without leaving a trace: "It's not convenient inside the house."

"Inconvenient?" Feng Yuyang glanced at the door behind him and said with a smile, "Do you have a mistress hidden in your house?"

"There are important files in the room." Feng Twelve remained calm.

Feng Yuyang let out a long "Oh" and understood: "I understand, the farther away from the court's things, the better."

He turned to Wuyueshanren and said, "The moonlight is nice tonight. I'll have someone set up a chess table in the yard so I can play a game with you."

Feng Twelve stood aside with his arms folded, watching the two men sit down.

"Little Twelve, don't just stand there," Feng Yuyang called out, "Come and give me some advice."

"A true gentleman watches chess without speaking," Wuyue Shanren opened the chess box, "I see that His Highness the Twelfth Prince is of good character and appearance, and will definitely not go along with you."

Feng Yuyang raised his eyebrows: "How am I worse looking than him? You are the same, Qingluan is the same, when he is around, you are all not nice to me."

"Appearance is determined by the heart." Wu Yue Shanren replied calmly.

Feng Yuyang pulled out a gold-and-jade mirror from his bosom and looked at it against the candlelight: "We are all born from the same father, how different can we be?"

He glanced at Feng Twelve and threw the mirror behind him: "Forget it, my mother is not prettier than his mother."

(End of this chapter)