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

Chapter 88 Confession
"Luozhou?" Feng Yuyang was puzzled. "I don't understand this. Are you worried that he is involved with Luozhou?"

"No, I'm afraid that he won't dare to reply to me after receiving the news from Luozhou." Feng Twelve said, "With you here, he won't dare to neglect me at least."

"You think too highly of me." Feng Yuyang said with a smile, "These officials below are all deceiving their superiors and hiding the truth from their subordinates. Take the missing Miss Fang for example. During the few days we were in Linshui County, Gao Tiancai didn't even find a hair. The Luozhou incident involved the Beihe Army. Do you think he wouldn't dare to hide it from me?"

"If Luozhou has a reply, you will know about it," Feng Twelve said, "You just need to wait and see Gao Tiancai's reaction, and then send the letter to me."

Feng Yuyang was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly: "Little Twelve, I really don't want to wade into this muddy water."

Feng Twelve said: "If you don't want to, I won't make it difficult for you."

"Let me think about it." Feng Yuyang leaned on his jade staff, staring into the distance in deep thought for a while, a solemn look flashed across his face, "Well, this happened to you in my territory. Although I don't understand what Sui Yongdao wants to do, helping you is the same as helping the prince, and helping the prince is to please His Majesty. Okay, I promise you."

Feng Twelve nodded: "Thank you."

Feng Yuyang laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Why thank me? When the prince arrives in Guzhou, I will be very grateful if you can say a few good words for me."

The two of them didn't talk much. After eating some dry food and taking a short rest, they parted ways.

The carriage was back on the road, Fang Tong sat in the carriage, holding the flower cake and taking small bites.

Feng Twelve handed her a water bag: "It contains warm water."

Fang Tong thanked him, took it and took a sip.

In the past few days, she had been sleeping in the form of a cat and had not eaten properly for several days. After eating a few pieces of flower cake, she felt that her stomach was filled and she spoke more energetically.

"You have plenty of ways to keep an eye on Gao Tiancai, but you asked Prince Jing to go back on purpose because you didn't want him to see me?" she asked.

Feng Twelve stretched out his hand, motioning her to hand him the water bag she had drunk, and then replied: "It's not entirely because of this."

Fang Tong tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "Any other reason?"

She pondered: "Don't you trust him?"

Feng Twelve said nothing.

He watched her swallow a mouthful of flower cake and handed her the water.

Fang Tong took it subconsciously, and then realized: "I can do it myself."

Feng Twelve looks like a servant who is always available at the command, but there is no servant in the world who is so handsome and so cold.

Fang Tong thought he couldn't afford to use this big Buddha, but the big Buddha didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. He said, "Your left shoulder is injured. Try to use your left hand as little as possible."

He glanced at Fang Tong and said slowly, "Otherwise it is likely to be useless."

Fang Tong was silent.

She looked down at her left hand holding the water bag and gently turned her wrist.

Then his hand felt lighter and the water bag was taken away by Feng Twelve.

"Look," Feng Twelve said calmly, "You can't even catch it."

Fang Tong hesitated to speak.

Her left hand was a little weak, but that was because she was afraid of the pain and didn't dare to use too much force. If she didn't believe him, could he try hitting her again?
But when she met his serious gaze, Fang Tong swallowed back all the complaints in her heart. If he wanted to serve her, then let him serve her. Anyway, she had caused him a lot of worry when she was a cat.

"Do you think there's something wrong with Prince Jing?" she continued, "Because he's so familiar with the people at Furong Courtyard?"

"Don't trust all the people you meet along the way." Feng Twelve put the cork in the water bag.

"What about me?" Fang Tong asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will cheat you?"

Feng Twelve looked at her: "Reason."

This time his expression was more serious than before. Facing his focused gaze, Fang Tong's eyes drifted away for a moment.

She stuffed the last bit of flower cake into her mouth, puffed up her cheeks, chewed it, and swallowed it hard. In Feng Twelve's eyes, she seemed to have made some kind of decision, with an attitude of no hesitation.

“Because my origins are complicated,” she said. “More complicated than you can imagine.”

“How complicated is it?” Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows.

Fang Tong straightened her back. The stinging pain from the wound made her frown. She pursed her lips and said, "You will find it unbelievable after you hear it. You will probably arrest me."

"Why do we want to arrest you?" Feng Twelve's tone was still calm.

Fang Tong glanced at his face and said, "You asked me before why Hong Xiao and Qing Luan arrested me. Now I can tell you that it's because they thought I was their accomplice."

Feng Twelve hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you from the White Bird Pavilion?"

Fang Tong shook his head: "Yes and no."

Feng Twelve looked at her sitting upright. The light from the window shone on the back of her head, casting a hazy glow on her hair.

He suddenly said, "When I met you in the paddock, you were just a cat, but there was one person missing from the paddock that day. He was the assassin who assassinated Feng Wuqiong."

Fang Tong was stunned.

She didn't expect Feng Twelve to have such rich associations, and he guessed it right.

She smiled unconsciously. It was easy to talk to smart people. She didn't even need to explain much, he had already guessed the whole story.

But there is one thing he would never have thought of.

"The assassin's name is Bing Qi, and he is a little-known figure in the White Bird Pavilion," Fang Tong looked into Feng Twelve's eyes and said slowly, "The people in the White Bird Pavilion think I am Bing Qi, but if I say that she and I are two different people, do you believe me?"

Feng Twelve did not answer immediately.

He moved and handed over the water bag: "Are you thirsty?"

Fang Tong didn't answer. She looked at him stubbornly and asked seriously, "Do you believe it?"

Feng Twelve retracted his hand and put the water bag aside: "Is this why you call yourself the Mountain God?"

"Yes." Fang Tong said without hesitation, "Bing Qi and I are two different people. She died of heart failure when she ambushed King Ping, and I entered her body and replaced her."

"Then what are you?" Feng Twelve asked, "Mountain goblin? Ghost?"

Fang Tong smiled, with a bit of self-mockery: "Just treat me as a wandering ghost."

"There are no ghosts in the world for no reason. Who were you before you came here?"

Fang Tong was silent for a moment: "An ordinary person."

She turned her head to look out the window, letting the wind blow her hair.

"I am just like millions of other people here. I don't have any special status or anything amazing. I work from sunrise to sunset. No," she smiled. "Sometimes working overtime is the norm, but life is more convenient and comfortable where we are."

Her eyes were full of nostalgia for the past. Feng Twelve stared at her and felt that for a moment, her soul seemed to leave this body and drift to a place he was not familiar with.

Maybe that place was the scene in his dream.

"Have you ever had a cat?" he asked.

Fang Tong didn't understand why he asked this question, so he nodded naturally: "I have raised one."

Thinking of Fang Xiaohua, she smiled gently: "It has been with me for a long time."

"So that's why you turned into a cat?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment. She had never thought of this possibility, but after Feng Twelve mentioned it, she found it very reasonable.

(End of this chapter)