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

Chapter 83 Just Keeping It
In the next few days, Linshui County was calm, the literary gathering was still lively, the street vendors of all sizes made a lot of money, and the county government's tax revenue also increased steadily, but Gao Tiancai was not happy.

He still hasn't found the missing Fang Tong.

That night, he sent people to search the area around Furongyuan according to the clues given by Feng Twelve, but they found nothing. Fortunately, Feng Twelve did not make things difficult for him afterwards, and Prince Jing Feng Yuyang also sent people to assist the yamen runners in investigating the case.

These past few days, Gao Tiancai would count the days until Feng Twelve left as soon as he opened his eyes. On the day of departure, he arrived at the posthouse early in the morning and waited outside with several carts of local specialties.

"Where is Prince Jing?" Feng Twelve asked when he saw him.

Feng Yuyang has been living in the county government office these days. Wu Yue Shanren felt that the county government office was too restrictive, so he moved back to Furong Courtyard on the second day of the literary meeting.

Feng Yuyang originally wanted to move back with them, but Gao Tiancai persuaded him not to.

Gao Tiancai's reason was very simple. Two bandits carrying thunder bombs escaped from Furong Courtyard, and one of them was killed by his accomplice, which showed that the other party was extremely vicious. If he escaped back to Furong Courtyard and committed crimes again, frightening Prince Jing, he, as the county magistrate, would be blamed even if he died.

After much persuasion from Gao Tiancai, Feng Yuyang had to let Wu Yue Shanren go and stayed alone.

Normally, he should have come to the inn with Gao Tiancai this morning to meet Feng Twelve, but there was no sign of him beside Gao Tiancai.

When Gao Tiancai heard Feng Twelve's question, he smiled and replied, "The prince went to Furong Courtyard to say goodbye to Wuyue Mountain Master, and said he would meet Your Highness at the city gate."

Feng Twelve smiled slightly: "Let's go."

He didn't bring much luggage on this trip, and several guards had already loaded the things onto the carriage. Xiaonian followed Feng Twelve, holding a wicker basket.

Gao Tiancai glanced at the basket and saw a small blanket on top of it. There was a bulge underneath, and he didn't know what was covering it.

But seeing Feng Twelve getting on the carriage and personally taking the basket from Xiaonian, Gao Tiancai became even more curious, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He just smiled and held up a bag of snacks: "Your Highness left early today, and I'm afraid you will be hungry on the road. This is the flower cake that is a specialty of this county. It can be used as a snack for your Highness."

Feng Twelve held the basket in one hand and took the snacks with the other: "Thank you."

Gao Tiancai didn't expect that he would come to pick him up in person. The smile on his face instantly became wider.

"If Your Highness likes it, I will send some to Guzhou tomorrow." He said as he chased after him.

Xiao Nian patted his shoulder from behind and said, "County Magistrate Gao, my prince doesn't like sweets. I appreciate your kindness on his behalf. I also ask County Magistrate Gao to send more people to improve the public security of our county to avoid any more accidents when the prince comes."

When Gao Tiancai mentioned this, his smiling face froze.

"Yes, I will definitely strengthen our vigilance and not allow the criminals to take advantage of us."

"As for Luozhou," Xiaonian said, "if there is any response from the government office, please ask County Magistrate Gao to send someone to inform us in time."

When Gao Tiancai heard this, the smile on his face completely disappeared.

Xiaonian refers to the origin of the person who was killed in the post house. After verification by the county government, the person's origin was not forged and he was indeed from Luozhou, but there were doubts about his identity.

The coroner found out that the man was a warrior and most likely came from the army. In response to this, Feng Twelve asked Gao Tiancai to write a letter to the Luozhou government in the name of Linshui County Government, asking them to verify whether this person existed in the Beihe Army.

Gao Tiancai knew that this letter was not easy to write, and if he was not careful he would be dragged into the dispute between Feng Twelve and Sui Yongdao, but he had to write it.

He now only hoped that the Luozhou government would accept the letter and not bother with him because he was a small county magistrate. Otherwise, if they really wanted to investigate, he would probably become the first victim of the battle between Feng Twelve and Sui Yongdao.

"Don't worry, Your Highness," Gao Tiancai said to the carriage window, "As soon as there is any news from Luozhou, I will definitely send a message to Your Highness."

No matter whether he was reluctant or not, he was now on Feng Twelve's ship, and he had no choice but to help to the end.

The group left the posthouse and headed straight for the gate of Linshui County.

When they got here, they waited for half an incense stick of time before they saw Feng Yuyang's carriage slowly approaching, followed by several sedan chairs, all of which were tied with colorful silk and smelled of fragrance.

Gao Tiancai took a look and said with a smile: "Your Highness has brought all the top performers here."

Several sedan chairs all came from Furong Courtyard. Qingluan and Hongxiao were the first to show up, and the others were all famous prostitutes in the courtyard. Feng Yuyang sat in the car, only showing his face through the window.

"Everyone, go back," he said gloomily, "serve Mr. Wu Yue well. If he needs anything, just send someone to send me a letter."

"Yes." Hong Xiao took the lead and responded with a sweet smile, "Except Qingluan, who among us dares to neglect Mr. Wuyue?"

Feng Yuyang laughed and said, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute." Qingluan called out softly and came to Feng Twelve's carriage.

"Qingluan and Your Highness have said goodbye. I don't know when we will meet again. Qingluan doesn't dare to make friends with Your Highness, but I have a small gift for Your Highness." She held a scroll in both hands and said respectfully, "This painting was made by Qingluan out of homesickness. Please accept it, Your Highness."

"Xiao Nian," Feng Twelve said from the carriage, "accept it."

Xiaonian came over immediately, took the scroll from Qingluan's hand, and transferred it to the car.

When Qingluan saw Feng Twelve accept the painting, a slight smile appeared on her face. She folded her sleeves, bowed towards the carriage, and stepped aside.

Feng Twelve, Feng Yuyang and his party left the city gate and rushed to Guzhou without stopping.

Halfway through the journey, Feng Yuyang couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, so he changed to Feng Twelve's car and traveled with him.

"Hurry up and show me the painting Qingluan gave you." He rubbed his hands, and his previous melancholy was swept away, and he became excited.

Feng Twelve picked up the scroll and gave it to him.

Feng Yuyang untied the knot and was about to open it when he suddenly paused.

"What is this?" He saw the wicker basket on the bench.

"Cat." Feng Twelve lifted a bit of the blanket on the basket, revealing a furry little head.

The snow-white kitten glanced at Feng Yuyang, turned its head away without interest, closed its eyes and continued snoring.

"Where did you get this cat?" Feng Yuyang asked curiously.

"Raised in Beijing." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Yuyang was stunned: "I heard before that the twelfth prince never forgets to bring a cat even when he goes out on the street. It turns out to be true."

Feng Twelve stroked the kitten's head and said, "You know that too?"

"Of course," Feng Yuyang raised his chin, "The restaurant where you and Guo Yin had a conflict is my business."

"The dishes at Xiaoyao Tower are good," Feng Twelve said, "and the business is good too."

"You don't look surprised at all," Feng Yuyang smiled, "That's right, there are no secrets in Beijing."

Feng Twelve didn't answer, but rubbed the kitten's chin with his fingers, probably disturbing its sleep, so the kitten raised its paw and slapped it.

Feng Yuyang looked at the man and the cat and said with a smile: "This cat has a pretty wild temperament."

He saw the kitten was wrapped in white cloth and asked curiously, "How did it get hurt?"

"It sneaked out onto the street and was found like this." Feng Twelve said, "Maybe it was hit by a passing carriage."

Feng Yuyang shook his head and sighed: "You liked these little things before, and you still like it now."

Feng Twelve looked at him and said, "It has nowhere to go, so I just keep it here."

(End of this chapter)