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

Chapter 92 You are white
The next morning, Feng Twelve and government officials went to the nearby counties and towns for inspection.

He was gone for several days. Before leaving, he wanted to keep Xiaonian to protect Fang Tong, but Fang Tong declined.

"I can transform freely now, and ordinary people can't hurt me." Fang Tong said, "You are out here to do your job, it's more important to bring Xiaonian with you. Besides, there are other guards in the post house, I won't be so unlucky that I will meet people from the White Bird Pavilion wherever I go."

She dared to say this because she had a rough idea of ​​the influence of the Bai Niao Pavilion. The Bai Niao Pavilion's stronghold was more towards the north, and she had never heard of any assassins from the Bai Niao Pavilion appearing in Guzhou.

Feng Twelve listened to her explanation and remained noncommittal: "I haven't heard of any base of the White Bird Pavilion in Linshui County, so why did you meet Qingluan and Hongxiao there?"

"Of course it's because of you." Fang Tong said confidently, "They came here to deal with you. As long as you are not here, I will be safe."

Her attitude of making excuses was too obvious, and Feng Twelve laughed: "They wanted to deal with me, but meeting you was definitely a pleasant surprise for them."

Fang Tong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Listen, is this human language?"
"Anyway, you don't have to worry about me," she pushed him away, "just focus on being your inspector. I won't go far away until you come back."

"How far is not far?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong laughed and gestured with his hand: "No more than two blocks away."

"I remember someone said she was not in a hurry to go out." Feng Twelve looked at her and said.

Fang Tong's eyes flickered left and right: "Xiao Nian really can't keep his word."

She had not originally planned to go out, but the books Xiaonian found for her were particularly interesting, and she finished reading three of them in one night. She heard that the bookstore also had many miscellaneous stories and oddities, and she really wanted to select them herself.

"I've inquired. It takes less than a cup of tea to walk from the posthouse to the bookstore. The people living nearby are all well-known common people. This area is also close to the government office, so there has been no trouble for a long time," Fang Tong said to Feng Twelve. "I go out once every two days at most and come back after borrowing books."

Seeing her honest face, Feng Twelve chuckled and said, "Since you love reading so much, do you know how to write those words?"

Fang Tong glared at him silently. She was used to writing simplified Chinese characters, which looked missing in Feng Twelve's eyes.

"I know pinyin, do you?" she asked back and rolled her eyes at herself. Such a childish conversation was even worse than that of a three-year-old child.

But Feng Twelve nodded and said seriously: "I want to learn, but you won't teach me."

Fang Tong choked.

"I'll teach you when you come back from your business trip."

"Business trip?" Feng Twelve didn't quite understand this unfamiliar word.

"He was just out on business," Fang Tong said, "He didn't come back that day, and he was gone for many days."

She heard about Feng Twelve's inspection route this time. The round trip would take at least seven or eight days, and at most more than ten days. If the weather was bad and it was inconvenient to travel, it would be delayed even longer.

Feng Twelve stared at her, thought for a moment, and said, "As long as everything goes well, I will be back as soon as possible in a few days."

"You also said that everything will go smoothly," Fang Tong said, and suddenly slapped his mouth, "Pooh!" twice, "Don't be a pessimist, everything will go smoothly for you."

Feng Twelve saw her covering her mouth, her eyes wide open, bright and moist under the candlelight, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You are white, not a crow."

It was not until he walked out of the room that Fang Tong realized what he meant. Didn't he just mean that she was a white cat?

She hummed in her heart, no matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

After Feng Twelve left, Fang Tong read books and strolled in the garden in the inn every day, enjoying himself very much.

With money in her hands, she would buy some food from nearby shops every time she went to the bookstore and share it with the guards and clerks at the post station.

Seeing that she had a good temper and was generous to others, everyone was happy to tell her stories from all over the world. Several officials at the post station ate her food and drinks several times and treated her even more warmly. From time to time, they would bring some home-cooked dishes made by their own wives from home to treat her and the guards to taste.

People in Guzhou love sweet things, and as the weather gets warmer, more and more sweet soups and cold dishes have appeared.

That evening, the wife of an official brought a basket of homemade honey candies and a large earthenware pot of black plum snow soaked in well water. The honey candies were sweet and soft, while the black plum snow drink was mellow and slightly sour, which perfectly neutralized the greasy taste of the honey candies.

Fang Tong ate two fruits and drank a large bowl of snow-soaked drink. After finishing, he smacked his lips and thought that Feng Twelve would definitely not like the fruits, but he could give the snow-soaked drink a try.

Thinking of Feng Twelve, she counted the days on her fingers and found that he had been gone for nine days.

It would have been fine if she didn't think about it, but once she did, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. On the way to the bookstore, she chatted with the guard Hu Zi who accompanied her: "Where is the twelfth prince going?"

Hu Zi said, "I received a message the day before yesterday that your highness is halfway through his journey."

"Is everything going well?" Fang Tong asked.

"It should go smoothly." Hu Zi said.

Seeing that he couldn't say much, Fang Tong guessed that Feng Twelve was busy with his work and the reply would be very brief, so he didn't ask any more questions.

She went into the bookstore, returned the borrowed books to the owner, and found a few new ones.

She was waiting by the counter for the store to register her when she suddenly noticed that Hu Zi looked unhappy.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

Hu Zi blushed and said, "I drank too much snow drink before I went out."

Fang Tong understood.

People have three urgent needs, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

"There is a reading pavilion in the backyard of the bookstore. I'll wait for you there." She said considerately.

Hu Zi's face turned red, he apologized to her, hurried out of the bookstore and went to the mess on the corner of the street.

As the center of King Jing's fiefdom, Guzhou Prefecture City was rich in resources and had a good urban construction. There was a toilet every few street corners, which was similar to a modern public toilet.

Fang Tong knew that Hu Zi would not come back soon, so he went to the backyard of the bookstore with the borrowed books.

The owner of this bookstore was very elegant. He built a small garden in the small backyard and erected a small pavilion on the rockery in the garden for guests to read and relax.

As it was close to dinner time, there were not many customers in the bookstore, and no one in the backyard. Fang Tong climbed up to the pavilion, sat on a bench and opened a book.

She had just read one page when she heard a "clang" sound coming from outside the yard.

She raised her head from the book, held down her hair that was blown by the wind, and looked towards the source of the sound.

The pavilion was located at a high altitude, allowing her to have a clear view of the scenery outside the courtyard wall.

There was an alley outside the yard, and a man was holding onto the outer wall, staggering forward.

Behind him there was an overturned flowerpot with the soil in it scattered all over the ground. I don't know who put the pot outside the wall, and it was probably kicked by him, causing the strange noise.

Fang Tong looked closely and saw the man raised his head and looked up at the sky.

He glanced right in her direction, and their eyes met.

Fang Tong looked at the dark and thin face and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

She was just trying to recall where she had seen this person when she saw him fall to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)