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

Chapter 67 She is Different from Him

The mirror fell to the ground with a crisp sound and broke into pieces.

Fang Tong raised his head and looked towards the window.

When she heard Prince Jing coming, she had already quietly moved to the side of the bed to avoid her shadow being cast on the window paper.

It is better to have less trouble than more. If outsiders see that she and Feng Twelve have changed rooms, there will inevitably be a fuss.

She leaned on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book while listening to the noise outside.

The yard was not big, and she could hear most of the conversation outside through the window.

When she heard Feng Yuyang mention Feng Twelve's mother, she couldn't help but be curious. She had never heard anyone in the prince's mansion mention Feng Twelve's mother. She only knew that the prince Feng Yunxi's biological mother died early, and the emperor took Feng Yunxi to his side to raise him personally, which showed that he had a very deep affection for Feng Yunxi's biological mother.

Feng Yunxi was the eldest son of the emperor. Although his mother was not the empress, the empress had passed away long ago and she had no children. According to the convention of Da Zhao, the legitimate son would be the heir, and if there was no legitimate son, the eldest son would be the heir. The emperor had not appointed a empress in these years. Feng Yunxi was the eldest son and was deeply loved by the emperor, so it was natural for him to become the crown prince.

Most of the princes Fang Tong had seen in the capital had regular facial features; even Prince Ping Feng Wuqiong could be described as heroic and majestic. But if one only considered appearance, Feng Yunxi and Feng Twelve were among the best.

But the emperor was obviously not a man who cared about appearances, because Feng Twelve was not favored.

Feng Yuyang was still nagging in the courtyard, and Wuyueshanren had already given birth to a child: "It's your turn."

Feng Yuyang took a closer look and said, "How can you go to Tianyuan in the first step? Are you sure I will lose?"

Tianyuan is located in the middle of the chessboard and is very easy to be trapped. Wuyueshanren placed the piece at Tianyuan at the very beginning, which shows that he is confident in his chess skills. To his opponent, this is also a kind of contempt.

Feng Yuyang sneered arrogantly: "Sir, you look down on me too much."

He pulled Feng Twelve and said, "Come here."

Feng Twelve seemed to have taken root under his feet, not moving an inch: "This is your chess game."

"We are now a team," Feng Yuyang pulled his sleeve, "If you win, I will reserve a good seat for you at tomorrow's literary gathering."

The Wuyue Mountain Man opposite said with a smile: "I heard that His Highness the Twelfth Prince is good at military tactics, so he must also have some experience in chess. I have learned the prince's chess skills many times, but they are not very good. Why don't you invite His Highness the Twelfth Prince to play and let me learn from him?"

"Look, they've come to our door," Feng Yuyang stood up and offered his seat, "Little Twelve, you're the host and he's the guest, just keep him company."

Having said that, it would be hypocritical to refuse any further, so Feng Twelve lifted his robe, sat down, picked up the black piece at hand and threw it into the corner.

"What are you afraid of him doing?" Feng Yuyang said dissatisfiedly, "Go ahead and kill him."

Feng Twelve glanced at him, and Feng Yuyang turned his head to look at the sky.

Wuyueshanren smiled and said, "The military situation is ever-changing, and the water has no constant shape. Your Highness the Twelfth Prince has kept his troops still and is quietly observing the situation. I admire you."

In today's chess game, the white side goes first. Wuyue Shanren holds the white pieces, and Feng Twelve holds the black pieces. Feng Yuyang watched the two men move their pieces very quickly. In less than an incense stick of time, most of the chessboard had been occupied by black and white. He rubbed his eyes and complained, "Are you playing chess or fighting? Can you slow down? I can't even count."

Wuyue Shanren laughed loudly, and suddenly raised his sleeves and said, "In three more steps, I will definitely lose. Your Highness, I will learn from you."

His sleeves swept across the chessboard, and the chess pieces on both sides were in disarray.

Feng Yuyang was surprised: "Is this the victory?"

He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Little Twelve, I knew you could do it!"

Feng Twelve picked up the black piece from the mess and put it back into the chess pot: "It's getting late, you should go to the county government office."

"Okay," Feng Yuyang was in high spirits after winning the game, "There is a literary gathering tomorrow morning, sir, let's go."

Wuyueshan stood up with a smile and said, "I have never lost a single hand-to-hand fight with anyone in the past two years. If you have time in the future, please teach me, Your Highness the Twelfth Prince."

Fang Tong heard the two of them leave, then he put down the book and went to the door. Before he opened the door, he heard someone outside the door say, "Rest assured, no one will come tonight."

Fang Tong opened the door, only to see Feng Twelve had turned and walked away, leaving her with a tall figure under the lights in the courtyard.

He really entered her room, and the door opened and closed with a creaky sound.

Fang Tong leaned half of his body out and saw that the extinguished lights in the house were rekindled, illuminating the window paper in a bright yellow.

She looked at the guards walking around in the yard, knowing that he would not be able to go to bed early tonight. The corpse and the procession were both being examined at the county government office. Given his temper, he would definitely wait until the results came out.

She looked back at the unfinished Poria cocos cake on the table and went over to pick up the plate.

Feng Twelve returned to the room and sat down at the head of the bed.

He traveled south from the capital, sleeping in the open air, and was exhausted from the long journey. From time to time, he had to deal with groups of bandits. Today, he encountered various situations one after another. Even a strong man would inevitably feel tired.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, quietly sorting out his experiences of the past few days.

There was a light knock on the door: "Your Highness the Twelfth?"

Fang Tong's voice came from outside.

Feng Twelve opened his eyes: "The door is not closed."

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened and a smiling face came in.

"What's the matter?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong placed the remaining half plate of Fuling Cake on the wooden table by the door: "If you feel hungry in the middle of the night, eat something to fill your stomach."

After saying that, she waved to Feng Twelve, closed the door and left.

She came and left quickly. Feng Twelve sat up straight before she entered the room, but saw her drop the plate and run away like a gust of wind.

He listened to the footsteps receding outside the door and leaned back against the head of the bed.

There seemed to be a moment of blankness in his interrupted thoughts. His fingers unconsciously ran across the bed sheet, and his eyes fell on the slightly messy bedding beside him. He suddenly remembered that she had lain on this bed a few hours ago.

When she just woke up, her eyes were blank and full of unfamiliarity with the world, but the next moment, her eyes regained their vitality.

She reacted quickly and acted out the amnesia vividly without him having to remind her.

She huddled timidly at the head of the bed, looking weak, pitiful, and full of fear. If he had not discussed this with her beforehand, he would have almost thought that she had really lost her memory.

Fortunately, she didn't really lose her memory.

She must be afraid of acupuncture. Seeing how impatient she looked, he couldn't help but remove the silver needle from her head himself.

At that time, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end, full of resistance but having to obey.

Thinking of this, Feng Twelve stood up, walked to the table, and picked up a piece of Poria cocos cake.

There was a layer of hawthorn jam spread on the Poria cocos cake, which tasted sweet and slightly sour. Feng Twelve had no interest in this kind of snack, but he knew Fang Tong would definitely like it.

In addition to pastries, she also loves to eat fish and various street snacks.

He took her for walks twice in the capital. She liked to squat in his arms and look around with an eager gaze. The fluttering flags, passers-by, barking dogs, newly opened flowers, anything could attract her attention.

He knew then that if she were a human, her life would definitely be more interesting than his. This was the biggest difference between her and him.

(End of this chapter)