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

Chapter 69 His Highness Can Also Play Tricks on People

Feng Twelve’s first glance fell on Fang Tong’s hair.

Her hair was shiny black, tied up in a high bun with a jade hairpin. Her temples were a little fluffy, with a few strands of hair floating in front of her forehead, looking furry in the midday sun.

There was nothing ornamental on her head, neck or ears. Feng Twelve suddenly remembered that he had only prepared clothes for her but no jewelry.

When he was buying clothes in Beijing, Wei Baichuan specifically asked him if he wanted to prepare a few sets of jewelry. He thought that clothes could cover the body, but jewelry was a girl's personal belongings, so it would be inconvenient for him to give them as gifts, so he rejected Wei Baichuan's suggestion.

Now that I think about it, it was his negligence.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, and he handed the post in his hand back to Xiaonian.

"Tell Prince Jing that I have to go to the county government office first. If I have time after finishing my business, I will go to the literary gathering."

"Good morning, Your Highness. Good morning, Guard Xiaonian." Fang Tong came up to him with a smile.

Xiaonian looked at the sun in the sky and said, "Miss Fang, it's getting late."

Ever since he guessed that Fang Tong was Feng Twelve's spy, he treated her as his colleague, and there was no restraint or guard in his words, just like he was getting along with his brothers.

Fang Tong pretended not to hear his teasing and smiled at him: "So when is dinner?"

Xiao Nian grinned and said, "Your Highness has the final say on when to have dinner. Your Highness, I'll go and answer your question first."

Fang Tong watched him leave and turned to Feng Twelve: "What did you say to Guard Xiaonian? His attitude towards me is very different from yesterday."

"He thinks you are my spy." Feng Twelve said truthfully.

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment, then snorted, "You lied to him."

"He has to guess," Feng Twelve said, "I didn't say anything."

Fang Tong put his hands behind his back and tilted his head to look at him: "You neither admit nor deny it? Your Highness, I didn't realize you are so good at teasing people."

Her eyebrows were curved, and her clear eyes were filled with a bright smile. She called him "The Twelfth Prince" like everyone else, but the ending tone was slightly drawn out, sounding a little playful.

He could see that she was in a good mood and must have slept well last night.

"Do you want me to tell him that you are a mountain god?" He raised his eyebrows, and some bright skylight reflected in his eyes.

Fang Tong rolled his eyes and decisively changed the subject: "The clothes your highness gave me are very beautiful. I like them very much. Thank you."

Feng Twelve smiled and said, "After returning to Beijing, just thank Wei Baichuan."

Fang Tong was surprised: "Commander Wei has such a good vision?"

She thought he was a rough man who didn't care about details, but she didn't expect him to have such high taste. Could this be the legendary tough guy with a soft heart?
Feng Twelve saw her eyes sparkling with admiration for Wei Baichuan. He paused and said, "His wife Ming He is the owner of a ready-made clothing store. She owns two tailor shops and a silk and satin shop in Beijing."

Fang Tong exclaimed in his heart: "She is so amazing."

"Ming He has been good at needlework since she was young. Her grandmother and mother worked in the palace's clothing department. When Ming He was young, her mother fell ill and left the palace. Ming He did not want to inherit her mother's position, so she stayed outside the palace to run a shop."

Fang Tong nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Your Highness knows the Ming family so well, could it be that her shop is your property?"

Wei Baichuan was under 30 years old, so his wife was naturally not too old. It was not easy for a young woman to run several shops in Beijing.

Just as there is Prince Jing Feng Yuyang behind Xiaoyao Tower, there are probably people taking care of the Ming family's shops behind the scenes.

"Yes." Feng Twelve did not deny it.

Fang Tong laughed out loud: "Yesterday I asked His Highness what assets he had, but His Highness refused to tell me. Why is he willing to tell me now?"

"It's not a big deal," Feng Twelve said, "not worth mentioning."

Fang Tong smiled and said, "I know Your Highness is modest. Don't worry, I'm just curious and won't leak this information." "There are no real secrets in the capital. It doesn't matter whether you tell it or not." Feng Twelve looked in the direction of the kitchen and said, "Go have lunch. You didn't eat this morning, so you must be hungry."

"What about you?" Fang Tong saw that he had no intention of going with her.

"I'm going to the county government office."

"Can't you leave without eating?"

This was just a very ordinary question, but Feng Twelve laughed softly: "With Gao Tiancai here, the food in the county government should be better than that in the post house."

Fang Tong agreed with him, but why did she sense a hint of boasting in his words? Was he bullying her by not letting her go out?

She waved at Feng Twelve and said, "Your Highness, take care."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

The lilac-colored skirt fluttered at her feet, like a flower in the morning, light and unfurled.

Feng Twelve smiled faintly, walked a few steps to the other side of the corridor, and then stopped.

He turned around and said to her back, "I will stay in the county government for about two hours."

Fang Tong stopped as he expected.

She looked back at him, as if asking: What next?
"I promised to take you to the literary gathering. Do you want to go?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong pursed her lips and slowly raised a smile.

"Of course." She answered quickly, "But if it's inconvenient for you..."

"This literary gathering is so grand. If I stay at the posthouse all the time, it will only arouse suspicion." Feng Twelve said, "It just so happens that Prince Jing has sent me an invitation. Even if I don't go today, I will go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Fang Tong nodded: "I'll wait for you at the inn."

It was almost evening and brilliant clouds spread across the sky.

The main street of Linshui County is crowded with people and bustling with noise.

Although all the inns were searched by yamen runners last night, this did not affect the mood of the people, especially the literati who came from far away. They gathered under the large tent decorated with lights and colors, writing furiously with their pens and brushes.

This is the arrangement for the first day of the literary gathering. Everyone can hand in a piece of calligraphy, regardless of the font or number of words. As long as it is completed within the specified time, there will be a chance to get the evaluation of the Five Mountains Master.

Wuyue Shanren is a world-famous calligrapher. To get a word of evaluation from him is a blessing that many people dream of. There are many people in the crowd who are passionate about calligraphy and believe that their writing skills are far better than those of ordinary people. If they can get the approval of Wuyue Shanren, even just a word of "okay", their value will rise sharply.

Therefore, from morning to night, the streets are crowded with people.

When Fang Tong arrived, he heard a few gong sounds and someone shouted at the top of his voice, "It's time!"

Almost at the same time as the gong sounded, the crowd on the street turned into a torrent, pushing and shoving each other, and rushing towards the greenhouse like a flock of sheep being driven back to the pen by hounds.

"Wait, I haven't handed it in yet!"

"And I!"

"I!"

But in the blink of an eye, shoes and hats fell all over the roadside, and there were countless sachets and bags. Even someone's belt was torn off. He held up his pants with one hand and the manuscript with the other, and jumped up and threw it into the greenhouse.

Fang Tong was dumbfounded watching from behind. This grand scene was comparable to the rush to buy at a supermarket opening. It was not as elegant as he had imagined.

A scroll came flying towards her, her vision went dark, and she suddenly felt someone pulling her arm, and she fell backwards.

(End of this chapter)