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

Chapter 90 Freedom
Guo Yin's heart trembled: "Feng Twelve knows that you are the one who keeps your word in Luozhou, so this official document will definitely be delivered to you."

Sui Yongdao leaned on the armrest with his elbows bent, slowly turning the small ball in his hand, looking at the flat jade floor without saying a word.

Guo Yin waited for a moment, and seeing that he remained silent, he said carefully, "In my humble opinion, once the official document reaches Luozhou, we will have the final say on the identity of the spy. General, you don't have to worry about Feng Twelve getting the evidence."

Sui Yongdao snorted and sneered, "When did the royal family ask for evidence? Guo Yin, do you think the person on the throne is someone who takes evidence seriously?"

Guo Yin smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to say anything.

Sui Yongdao said, "My nephew was assassinated for no reason, and the emperor didn't say a word. But if Feng Twelve was wronged, you can see how he would make a fuss about it."

"But hasn't Your Majesty always ignored Feng Twelve?" Guo Yin said, "Your Majesty must have done this for the Crown Prince."

"You all think he did it for the prince," Sui Yongdao sneered, "I am the only one who knows that he did it for himself."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. "The emperor wanted to be a perfect man throughout history, so the prince he chose was naturally the best one he thought. Everything he decided could not be changed. Even the dog around the prince, he could teach it a lesson, but others couldn't even kick it."

Guo Yin said: "It's a pity that we were not able to kill Feng Twelve that day in the enclosure. Instead, he took advantage of the prince's power and defeated us."

Sui Yongdao squeezed the ball until it creaked. "Lin Tiande didn't do his job well, and he deserved to die because he was caught. But it's good that way, because it makes people see clearly how crooked the emperor's heart is."

Guo Yin looked at the document in his hand and said, "General, last time His Royal Highness Prince Ping urged us to act as soon as possible. In your opinion, the spy has been exposed. Should we continue with this plan?"

"Of course we have to continue." Sui Yongdao said coldly, "I have more than one spy outside. I have a general idea of ​​Feng Twelve's route. The prince will definitely go wherever he goes, so this plan must not only continue, but also be advanced."

Ten days later, Fang Tong and Feng Twelve arrived in Guzhou.

The city of Guzhou is located in the south, where the weather is warm and humid. When everyone arrived, they saw flowers blooming in profusion and bees and butterflies flying around in the city.

The scenery in the south is very different from that in the capital. Here there are small bridges, flowing water, black tiles and white walls, and the breeze is as gentle as silk. Passers-by, both men and women, all have flowers in their hair and bright clothes.

Fang Tong leaned against the window, looking at the flags of the street food stalls, and was very curious about the names of the foods he had never seen before.

Seeing this, Feng Twelve reminded: "There will be food when we get to the posthouse."

Fang Tong rolled his eyes at him.

The injury on her back has healed a lot these days, but the food she had eaten on the road was mostly dry food, and after eating it for a long time, she inevitably lost her appetite. She looked a little wilted, like a cabbage that hadn't been watered for a long time.

"When you get here, there will be officials to welcome you. How are you going to explain my identity?" she asked, "Or am I the orphan I rescued on the road?"

"If you are willing, it's fine." Feng Twelve said, "Even if I don't explain, they won't dare to ask more."

Fang Tong raised his lips and chuckled: "Your Majesty the Twelfth Prince has great authority."

Feng Twelve remained calm: "This is how the world works."

"I thought you disdained these officialdom practices." Fang Tong discovered that Feng Twelve was not what outsiders imagined. He seemed aloof, but not arrogant; he seemed taciturn, but not afraid of socializing.

"I'm not as good as you think." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong smiled and waved his hands: "When the water is too clear, there will be no fish. You don't need to explain, I understand."

As a professional, who doesn't have to act out of turn? Don't take it too seriously.

Seeing her smiling and talking, Feng Twelve's expression softened a bit: "If you want to go out in your spare time, I'll let Xiaonian accompany you."

Xiaonian was shocked when he saw Fang Tong appear halfway, but he didn't ask anything. He accepted the fact that Fang Tong was elusive and still treated her as Feng Twelve's spy.

Seeing that Feng Twelve was willing to let her go out, Fang Tong spread out her hands and sighed half-seriously, "I can't go shopping with empty hands."

She was just joking, but Feng Twelve grabbed her wrist and put a silver ingot into her palm. Fang Tong was stunned.

"What are you giving me this for?"

"The information you got in Furong Garden is very useful. This is your reward." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong weighed the silver ingot and felt it sinking slightly in her palm. She raised the corners of her lips and said with a half-smile: "Is my life worth just this little bit of silver?"

"Of course not." Feng Twelve said, "I'll keep the rest of the money for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it if I give you too much now."

Fang Tong laughed out loud. Why did this tone sound like other parents'? They would take away their children's New Year's money every Chinese New Year, with the excuse that they were saving it for their children.

"Are you afraid that I will take the money and run away?" she asked deliberately.

"No." Feng Twelve seemed very calm. "Before we deal with the White Bird Pavilion, it's best for you to stay with me."

Fang Tong couldn't help but pursed her lips. She could see that Feng Twelve was particularly confident at times, and his confidence was justified.

"Yes," she admitted frankly, "You are my protective umbrella now. I dare not walk around randomly."

"If your identity is no longer a problem, where do you want to go?" Feng Twelve asked.

"I haven't decided yet," Fang Tong lifted the car curtain and looked at the colorful world outside, her eyes full of yearning, "Dazhao is a peaceful and prosperous era, and women also have many ways out. I can always find a way to make a living."

Feng Twelve looked at her profile and said, "You can stay in the Prince's Mansion."

Fang Tong thought about it and turned back: "If you are willing to hire me, I can certainly stay, but I won't sign a death contract."

There were two types of slaves in wealthy families during the Zhao Dynasty: one with a death contract and the other with a living contract.

A death indenture is equivalent to selling oneself to the master, and one cannot leave for the rest of one's life; whereas a living indenture can stipulate a term, and one can be released when the time is up.

Feng Twelve stared at her: "You want freedom?"

Fang Tong nodded: "I know that people who have signed a death contract are more reassuring to the master, especially someone with your status, but I don't want to enter the inner courtyard, as long as I have a job that allows me to get paid every month."

"What about the future?" Feng Twelve asked, "What are your plans for the next few years?"

Fang Tong was stunned: "It's such a far-off thing, I haven't thought about it yet."

She is not on her feet yet, and thinking too much will only cause her troubles.

"If you've made up your mind, will you tell me?" Feng Twelve said in a light tone.

"Of course," Fang Tong laughed, "You are my savior, and you may even be my employer in the future. It is reasonable for me to tell you."

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes and smiled: "If you really find the place you want to go, I won't stop you."

Fang Tong raised the corner of his mouth and played with the silver ingot in his palm: "You won't take back all my reward money, right?"

"No." Feng Twelve said slowly, "It's yours, not a cent less."

Fang Tong smiled and put the silver ingot back into his sleeve: "Thank you very much, Your Highness the Twelfth."

While the two were talking, the carriage had already arrived at the posthouse. When the postmaster saw the badge that Xiaonian showed, he hurriedly greeted everyone to receive him. Not long after, the local prefect and the chief secretary of Prince Jing's mansion also rushed over.

(End of this chapter)