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

Chapter 68 Gift of Clothes
Late at night, the moonlight shone through the window, and the quilt on the big bed in the main room bulged out like a small hill.

The hill moved back and forth, sometimes high and sometimes low. Suddenly, it stopped, stretched out a hand from the quilt, and lifted the corner of the quilt.

"Huh..." Fang Tong panted, poked his head out from under the quilt like a cricket pupa, and hit his head on the pillow with a slight muffled sound.

Or not.

She spent most of the night trying to transform herself into a cat, but as she expected, she failed.

She didn't become so diligent suddenly. In fact, from the capital to Linshui County, she never gave up her efforts, but now she felt a stronger sense of urgency.

Although she comforted Xiaonian tonight and told him not to worry about Feng Twelve's safety, she knew in her heart that if any accident happened, she would be the one in the most danger.

If she were still a cat, she would have many chances to escape, and no matter how bad the enemy was, they would not attack a cat. But she is a human now, and as a human, it is inevitable to be regarded as a target.

Feng Twelve and his group are all good at fighting, but she is the only one who looks easy to bully. She doesn't dare to put her conscience on the bad guys. The bad guys will not take revenge for their grievances, they only pick on the weak.

She believed that if Feng Twelve had the strength to spare, he would definitely keep her safe, just as he had saved her in the mountains, but she did not dare to expect to be so lucky every time.

Being a cat just requires having food to eat, but being a human is different. If Feng Twelve can't protect herself, she has to find a way to save herself.

Fang Tong turned over while holding the quilt, thought for a moment, then threw the quilt away and got up.

She jumped out of bed, put on her coat, stretched her arms and legs a few times, squatted on the ground, and started doing horse stance.

The memory of the assassin Bingqi still remained in her mind. She remembered how she practiced martial arts and how she fought with others. If she couldn't turn into a cat, she would have to pick up kung fu and try to protect herself.

Half an hour later, Fang Tong sat down on the ground, panting.

This body is really hard to describe. It has some strength, but not much. No wonder Bingqi didn't fight with others much in my memory. She always kept an eye on others and made surprise attacks.

Fang Tong rested for a long time, then slowly stood up, holding his waist, and moved back to the bed like a crawling crab.

She held onto the edge of the bed, sat down with a grimace, and rubbed her thighs.

You can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient. It seems that it is better to proceed step by step.

She dived into the quilt and wrapped herself tightly. She pinched her arms and legs in the quilt, imagining the day when she would build up her muscles.

Maybe she was thinking too hard before going to sleep, she even dreamed that Fang Xiaohua spoke: "Muscles? Are they useful?"

She looked at the fat cat sitting on the ground with its hind legs spread out, its back against the wall. The soft flesh on its belly was so soft that it seemed to be about to drip down. She couldn't help but reach out and rub it a few times.

Fang Xiaohua slapped her away with one claw, then jumped up nimbly and ran away.

When it ran, its footsteps made a clattering sound, as if someone was knocking on the door.

Fang Tong was wondering why a cat would make a sound when running?
Before she could figure it out, the knocking on the door got louder.

Fang Tong suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

"Fang Tong?" Someone outside the door called her. It was Feng Twelve.

Fang Tong got up and opened the bed curtain: "I'm here."

The knocking stopped.

Feng Twelve's voice sounded again half a second later: "It's the end of the Si hour."

The end of the Si hour? Fang Tong calculated in his mind, 11 o'clock in the morning?
She jumped out of bed.

Feng Twelve heard a "dong" sound coming from the room, and he raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and said to the door: "Don't worry, it's still early for lunch."

Fang Tong's cheeks flushed.

She suspected that Feng Twelve was laughing at her. She slept until eleven in the morning, which was nothing for a cat, and it was nothing for a modern person, but she was in the ancient times where etiquette was very important, and she was on someone else's territory.

This is equivalent to visiting someone's home for the first time and sleeping until noon the next day without saying hello to the host. It is really impolite.

Fang Tong picked up the book of etiquette beside her pillow, but put it down again when she felt something was wrong. She felt under the pillow and found the jade hairpin, which she tied up with her long hair and wrapped around her head a few times before securing it with the hairpin.

She doesn't know how to do any other hairstyle. She learned how to tie her hair up with a hairpin some time ago. She doesn't ask for it to be too elaborate, as long as her hair isn't loose.

She put on her clothes, not caring about the cold water in the basin, quickly washed up and opened the door.

Feng Twelve was still standing outside the door, with his hands behind his back.

Compared to Fang Tong's hasty tidying up, he looked brand new from head to toe.

He was wearing a pale blue brocade robe embroidered with snow-silver cloud patterns and a leather belt around his waist with a jade pendant hanging on it, with dark gold tassels hanging from the bottom.

This attire was both elegant and noble, and Fang Tong unconsciously moved his gaze to the top of his head.

The twelve strands of hair were tied high on her head with a silver crown, and a strand of hair fell down like a waterfall, neatly sprinkling on her brocade clothes.

Fang Tong touched the back of her head and thought, clothes make the man, and Feng Twelve's outfit was much more exquisite than hers.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw the other person reaching out from behind and handing her a brocade bundle.

Fang Tong looked at the bulging bag and gave Feng Twelve a questioning look.

Feng Twelve said: "Your change of clothes."

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes.

Where could she find such a good owner? If she didn't know Feng Twelve's personality well, she would have thought that he had fallen in love with her.

Seeing that she didn't move, Feng Twelve added, "This is the reward for identifying the masked man last night."

Fang Tong calmly took the bundle in his hands and gave Feng Twelve countless thumbs up in his heart.

"Thank you."

She stood at the door holding her bag, wondering whether she should invite him in to sit for a while, but there was no hot water, no tea, and nothing delicious to eat in the house.

Feng Twelve looked at her and said, "Go and try your clothes to see if they fit you. I'll have someone call you when it's almost time for dinner."

He said this and left, like a courier delivering goods to your door.

Fang Tong wanted to laugh, but felt a little embarrassed. She glanced at Feng Twelve's back and turned to go into the house.

When she opened the bundle, she found that Feng Twelve had given her seven sets of clothes. No wonder they felt so heavy in her hands.

Fang Tong hasn't enjoyed the joy of unpacking a package for a long time. This time, not only did he relive the old days, but he also felt the freshness of opening a blind box.

She took out the clothes one by one and spread them on the bed. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them.

These clothes are not particularly luxurious, but they are pleasing to the eye when put together. Some are elegant, some are gorgeous. In addition to skirts, there is also a set of men's robes tailored according to women's body shape.

There are few people who don't like to dress up beautifully, and Fang Tong is no exception. She chose a new set of clothes and rearranged her hair.

Since you have received a gift from someone, you should wear it openly to show respect to the gift giver.

"Your Highness, do you want to go?"

Xiaonian was talking to Feng Twelve in the long corridor near the courtyard gate when they saw a girl walking towards them.

The dark blue shirt with wide sleeves and the lilac double-breasted long skirt are like a bunch of wisteria blooming in the blue morning light, lovely and charming.

Xiaonian suddenly stopped talking.

Feng Twelve saw that he looked strange and looked back.

(End of this chapter)