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

Chapter 74 Delay strategy
"I'm not the only one you can't touch," Fang Tong said, "otherwise why would you condescend to stay here?"

Qingluan looked at her nails nonchalantly: "Oh?"

She didn't respond, and Fang Tong didn't rush to continue. She touched the back of her head and, as expected, felt a head of messy hair, with a hairpin stuck in it crookedly, about to fall.

Fang Tong pulled out the hairpin, but saw Hong Xiao take half a step forward, and the dagger in her hand was about to be unsheathed again.

Fang Tong looked at her with a smile: "What are you afraid of?"

She waved the emerald green hairpin in front of her eyes and said, "You can take off my clothes and look at my birthmark, but you didn't check if I had any weapons with me? Right Protector, when did you become so careless?"

Hong Xiao's expression was slightly stiff.

Of course she had searched her body, and there was nothing wrong with the hairpin, but when she saw that Bingqi's words and actions were strange, she became extremely wary of her every move.

"Don't be afraid." Fang Tong slowly combed her messy long hair with her fingers, tied it up with one hand, and inserted the hairpin with the other hand.

"Is there a mirror?" she asked.

The tone of the host made Hong Xiao startled again, and then she turned cold: "No."

Fang Tong looked around and laughed.

"I was wondering why there is no mirror in Furong Courtyard." She looked at Qingluan, "Can I borrow your dressing table?"

"Deputy Envoy, don't listen to her," Hong Xiao interrupted, "Look at her, she's so charming and seductive, I don't know what she's up to."

Fang Tong's smile paused, she was so charming. This was the first time she heard someone say this about her from modern times to ancient times.

"When it comes to enchantment and charm, no one can compare to the Right Protector," she said with a smile on her lips, turning to Qingluan, "But I prefer the temperament of Sister Qingluan, who is as noble and pure as jade, like snow in the mountains."

Hong Xiao gritted her teeth and said, "Deputy Envoy, don't listen to her nonsense. I will kill her now."

Fang Tong turned a deaf ear to her and just looked at Qingluan with a frown: "What do you think, sister?"

Qingluan had been sitting in the chair and watching coldly, until this moment, when she slightly raised her eyebrows.

"You're stalling for time."

Fang Tong remained calm: "Sister, just think of me as stalling for time. With two beauties in front of me, even if I am going to die, I have to tidy up my appearance to avoid dying too ugly."

Qingluan stared at her coldly for a long while, then suddenly laughed out loud: "You are quite interesting. If it weren't for Hongxiao's solemn oath, I really wouldn't want to believe that you are that idiot Bingqi."

"Then sister, guess when did I become like this?" Fang Tong tilted her head. "Is it these two months? Before I took on the mission in the enclosure? Or when I first entered the White Bird Pavilion?"

She stood up and walked step by step to the window facing Hong Xiao's angry gaze. There was an exquisite rosewood dressing table with a gold-carved and jade-carved makeup mirror on it.

She faced the makeup mirror, raised her hand to stroke her temples, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, and wiped the moisture from her palms.

Qingluan was right, she was just stalling for time. Everything she said just now was just nonsense, just to make these two people afraid to attack her easily.

When Qingluan entered the room, she called out Hongxiao, and Fang Tong immediately understood where he was.

She went out with Feng Twelve today. Feng Twelve was not a talkative person, but Xiaonian was a restless person and chatted with her all the way.

She specifically asked more about Furong Courtyard and learned that Furong Courtyard had been opened in Linshui County for many years. Most of the prostitutes in the court were famous for their skills. The most popular one now was the dancer Hongxiao. There was another one named Qingluan, who was good at playing the flute, calligraphy and painting. She became famous because of her friendship with Wuyue Mountain Man. Ever since he suspected that everyone in Furong Courtyard was lying last night, Qingluan and Hongxiao had been the focus of Feng Twelve's attention.

It was Qingluan who first pointed out to him that there was a suspicious person in Furong Courtyard, which led to a series of incidents. Hongxiao appeared in Taoranting at the same time as her, which was equally suspicious.

Fang Tong heard rumors about the two from Xiaonian, and after comparing them with the real person, he guessed Qingluan's identity.

Judging from the furnishings in the house, they were currently in Hibiscus Courtyard. Thinking of this, Fang Tong felt inexplicably more at ease.

She was afraid that she would be taken out of the city or to some unknown place. If it was Furongyuan, it would be much easier. When Feng Twelve saw that she was missing, even if he didn't know that it was Furongyuan who did it, he would send people to investigate out of his vigilance against this place.

All the red candles in the room were less than half burned. Such a candle can burn for about five or six hours. It can be seen that less than two hours have passed from dusk to now.

If Feng Twelve acted quickly, his people should have arrived nearby. It is unknown in what capacity they would come to investigate. He would definitely not send anyone to his house openly, otherwise it would be tantamount to telling Furongyuan that he has set his sights on them.

The most likely plan is to have the guards disguise themselves as customers visiting a brothel, but Feng Twelve and his party have all appeared in the city before, and it's unclear whether they will be recognized.

Fang Tong thought silently, and saw from the mirror that Hong Xiao behind him was looking impatient, so he immediately turned around with a smile.

"I know you want to deal with Feng Twelve, and you want to use him to disrupt the situation. Unfortunately, my master's goal is the same. Since we have the same goal, why don't we consider cooperation?"

"Cooperation?" Hong Xiao glanced at Qing Luan and spoke for her, "Who is your master?"

Fang Tong leaned against the dressing table and smiled lazily: "I'm afraid you are not qualified to know."

Hong Xiao's face darkened, and the tip of the dagger was clearly pointing at Fang Tong.

"Hongxiao," Qingluan said, "step back."

"Deputy Envoy!" Hong Xiao was anxious.

Qingluan was sitting on a chair, originally facing Fang Tong. She turned her head and looked at Fang Tong's fearless look. She changed her sitting position and said to her, "She is not qualified, but what about me?"

Fang Tong looked at Hong Xiao and then at her: "I don't know if you are qualified."

"You don't know?" Qing Luan looked up at the sky and smiled as if she had heard a big joke, her voice was sharp, "You have been pretending until now, just to tell me that you don't know?"

"I've said it before, this girl is just being mysterious," Hong Xiao gritted her teeth angrily, "Deputy Envoy, hand her over to me, I promise to make her spit out everything."

Fang Tong put one hand behind his back without leaving a trace, and put on a serious expression: "Because I am doing this for my master, and if you are just doing this for money, then neither my master nor the one behind you will be happy to let you know too much."

"Are you kidding me?" Hong Xiao said, "You keep saying your master, Bingqi, don't forget that you are from Bai Niao Pavilion."

Fang Tong smiled and said, "You and I have been in the White Bird Pavilion before, but let me ask you, how many people in Furong Courtyard are still from the White Bird Pavilion?"

She had just lied casually, but Hong Xiao's face suddenly changed: "What does it have to do with you?"

"That's enough," Qing Luan sighed, "You useless piece of shit, she's trying to trick you, can't you tell?"

Hong Xiao was stunned. At first she didn't realize who Qingluan was calling her "waste". When she realized that Qingluan was calling her, her face immediately turned red.

She had never been scolded like this in public before, and she was immediately furious and swung her knife at Fang Tong.

(End of this chapter)