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

Chapter 95 Troubles
The so-called Five Young Evils of Ling are mostly idlers. They usually engage in cockfighting and dog running, bully the weak, and like to form gangs and commit crimes on the run.

Fang Tong had seen a notice in the palace bulletin that as of the beginning of this year, local government officials had achieved considerable results in cracking down on local evildoers. The emperor was very pleased and highly praised the top ten prefectures and counties, including Guzhou.

"Do we need to provide clues to the government office?" Fang Tong asked, "Liu Congwen was an official of Prince Jing's Mansion. His death was obviously murder. The government will definitely investigate the cause of his death."

Feng Twelve shook his head: "I'll ask someone to get the news first. Even if I have to show up, you can't go."

"I understand," Fang Tong looked at the limerick in his hand, "I heard that he had been in Prince Jing's mansion for many years. Even if he was not well-known in Guzhou City, he was at least half-known. No one would assassinate an official for no reason. And the paper he gave me before he died, his death is really strange."

"Don't worry about this, leave it to me." Feng Twelve folded the paper as it was and put it in his arms. "Are you hungry? Eat something first?"

Fang Tong smiled bitterly: "I can't eat it."

Seeing Feng Twelve looking at her with a worried look on his face, she continued, "I ate a lot of honey candies and drank a big bowl of black plum snow drink before I went out, so I'm not hungry now. By the way, there's still a lot of black plum snow drink left, all in the well. You just came back, so let Xiaonian bring you a bowl to relieve your fatigue."

Feng Twelve saw that her face was calm, and the previous sorrow seemed to have disappeared. His eyes flickered, and he followed her words and said, "People here like to make some drinks when summer comes. There are at least fifty or sixty kinds. If you like, let's go to Donghuamen tomorrow. There are shops selling drinks there."

"Aren't you going to the government office?" Fang Tong asked, "I forgot to ask you, how was your trip?"

"We went to five counties and eight villages in the east," Feng Twelve said. "Guzhou is the fief of King Jing. The officials here have always been careful in their work, so there are no major mistakes."

"Where are you going next time?" Fang Tong asked again.

We have only been to one place in the east. There are still three places in the west, south and north. It feels like Feng Twelve will be on the road for the next month.

Feng Twelve's eyes fell on her brows: "Let's wait for two days and then talk about it."

Fang Tong agreed: "It's not easy to go on a long journey, you should take a good rest, go wash up and eat."

She was in a state of great emotional ups and downs just now and had no time to pay attention to anything else. Only now did she realize that Feng Twelve was covered in dust, with the hems of his robe and boots covered in dust. It was obvious that he had returned to the inn and had not changed his clothes when he came to see her.

Was he rushing to see her, or did he hear something from Hu Zi?
Fang Tong felt indescribable. He glanced at the sky outside and began to chase people away: "You should go to bed early. I also want to change my clothes. I will stay in the house tonight and not go anywhere."

After saying that, he felt that this was hinting at something, so he changed his words and said, "I'll read for a while, then I'll go to sleep."

Although it was a bit too early to go to bed at this hour, she had just been frightened, so anything she did was understandable.

Feng Twelve seemed not to notice her sudden indifference. He responded in a low voice, "The guards in the courtyard will be increased tonight, so you can sleep peacefully."

He left the room, closed the door for her, and said from outside: "Remember to bolt the door."

Fang Tong responded from inside the room, and watched him walk away through the window. Then he sat down on a chair, his brows slightly furrowed, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Was she being too self-indulgent? Why did she feel that Feng Twelve was in a hurry to see her? Was this post-traumatic stress disorder after Liu Congwen's death?
Feng Twelve happened to appear when she was feeling the most uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but become attached to him?
Fang Tong shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of the messy thoughts in her mind, but the more she shook her head, the more dizzy she felt. She slapped her forehead and muttered in a low voice: "What are you thinking about? This is not a storybook."

After saying that, she removed her hand, raised it in front of her eyes and looked at her clean palm.

The image of Feng Twelve washing her hands suddenly flashed through her mind. She didn't feel anything at the time, but now it was like an electric shock, making her face suddenly hot.

She is already such an adult, and she still has to ask others to wash her hands for her. Fang Tong wailed in her heart and fell headfirst onto the table, banging her head against it.

She hissed softly, touched her forehead, and felt that this was really stupid. She leaned back in her chair and stared out the window blankly.

The lights outside the window were bright, the wind was clear and the moon was bright, but her mood was not good at all.

Liu Congwen's death made her feel sad and shocked. She didn't feel better until Feng Twelve appeared. But now she has new troubles.

She stood up, grabbed the windows on both sides with both hands, and closed them with a "click".

She strode back to the bed, took off her coat, and lay down.

She lay quietly for a while, then suddenly turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

In the main hall on the other side, Hu Zi was summoned by Feng Twelve, who told him in detail about his trip to the bookstore in the evening.

"Miss Fang looked a little strange when she saw someone dead in the alley, but nothing happened afterwards," Hu Zi said. "On the way back to the inn, she even said hello to the porridge shop owner she knew and asked them to send some porridge over the next morning."

"Are the food in the inn not to your liking?" Feng Twelve asked.

"That's not the case," Hu Zi said truthfully, "but the brothers who were on duty at night did not change shifts until early in the morning. Miss Fang said that they stayed up all night and ate some soft and hot Yi Ke Hua before going to bed. So every time I go out, I will order some shrimp porridge from the porridge shop, and their soup dumplings, which are also a specialty."

Xiaonian was listening and smiled: "It sounds like you ate a lot."

Hu Zi blushed and chuckled twice: "We didn't take advantage of Miss Fang for nothing. We would bring her some snacks every now and then, and some little toys that she likes."

"What little thing?" Feng Twelve asked.

Hu Zi was stunned for a moment: "Just some collections of essays, spices, small ornaments and so on."

He smiled naively: "We are just rough men, how could we understand those things? It was Miss Fang who said that if we want to thank her, we should go to the market and ask her what she wants, and then buy it for her, which will be considered as a return gift."

Xiao Nian said with a smile: "We are living in the open air outside, while you are coming and going in the city, which is quite lively."

Feng Twelve glanced at him and turned to Hu Zi: "Fang Tong said that she saw three people from the underworld dressed as ordinary people in the bookstore. Did you see them later?"

Hu Zi thought for a moment and said, "When I was walking from the street corner to the bookstore, I seemed to have seen a few people like this, but they walked very fast, and I only saw their backs."

It was because those men had amazing leg strength and were obviously martial artists that he took a few more glances at them, but he was thinking about returning to the bookstore and didn't pay too much attention to them.

Feng Twelve hesitated for a moment, then said to Xiaonian, "Have someone keep an eye on the government office. If there is news of Liu Congwen's death, have them report the progress of the case."

"Your Highness, will you stay at the post house tomorrow?" Xiaonian asked, "When Prefect Song said goodbye today, I heard from him that he would visit you tomorrow."

"There's no need for him to come." Feng Twelve said, "I will write up the results of this inspection tonight. You can take it to the government office tomorrow morning and ask him to make corrections accordingly."

"Your Highness has worked hard on the journey, it's time to rest for a while." Xiaonian replied, "Then shall I also decline the visits from other officials on your behalf?"

Feng Twelve nodded and called Hu Zi over: "What are the things in the city market? Tell me about it."

(End of this chapter)