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

Chapter 24 He Still Remembers

Feng Twelve usually didn't care about details, but the kitten opened its big black eyes and looked at him intently, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The other person looks like a cat on the surface, but is actually a girl at heart. She stared at his naked upper body without blinking or avoiding his gaze, which was really too bold.

After the doctor applied the medicine, Feng Twelve tied his belt and put on his outer robe.

Fang Tong didn't pay attention to his actions. She just thought that she was so lucky to meet a good person when she first came into this world.

When she was rescued by him in the mountains, she thought he was a very kind person. Just now she heard that he bravely rescued several children with his own hands, and she admired him even more.

Feng Twelve was a prince and had plenty of people under him, so there was no need for him to take the risk himself, but he went anyway.

At that critical moment, a person's reaction is often from his heart. He jumped into the water without hesitation, which shows that in his eyes, life is the most precious.

Fang Tong looked at him, admiration flashing in his eyes, and he felt that the face became more and more pleasing to the eye.

With an owner like this, she probably won't be caught even if her identity is exposed in the future.

Thinking of this, she felt as if she had taken a reassurance pill and felt happier.

She walked briskly to the small kitchen to ask Aunt Zhang for some goat milk.

Three dishes and a soup had already been prepared in the kitchen. Aunt Zhang was putting the dishes on the plates. When she saw her, she smiled and said, "You are so smart, you knew there was something delicious, and you came so soon?"

As she spoke, she went to the stove and opened a steamer. The rising hot steam dissipated like clouds.

"Come on, girl, let's not drink milk today, let's eat fish cakes instead."

She took a large bowl out of the steamer and placed it upside down on the plate.

Fang Tong jumped onto the table and watched curiously as she took away the big bowl, revealing a plate of golden fish cakes.

The fish cake is cut into slices, like small thin tofu cubes, stacked one on top of another and arranged in a circle. The side facing up is golden and attractive, while the part underneath is white and translucent, like a blooming flower.

Fang Tong's eyes flickered. Is this for her? Is Aunt Zhang so generous?
She tentatively reached forward with her paw and touched the edge of the plate.

Aunt Zhang patted her head lovingly and said, "Eat it. Your Highness bought it for you."

Fang Tong was stunned.

Your Highness bought it?

She suddenly remembered what Xiaonian said, that Feng Twelve brought her something good, and it turned out to be this plate of fish cake.

When Feng Twelve left in the morning, he did say that he would bring back food, but in such heavy rain and after he went to the river to act as a hero, she had forgotten about it, but he still remembered it.

Fang Tong's heart warmed. Where in the world could she find such a good owner? When she raised Fang Xiaohua before, she couldn't even say that she was so dedicated.

She slowly ate half a plate of fish cakes, then looked at the remaining half, feeling reluctant to finish it immediately.

Of course, more importantly, the fish cake was quite large and she was already full.

Fang Tong walked under the corridor for a while on his own initiative, and only returned to the main house when it was getting late.

Feng Twelve had finished his dinner and was sitting in the small study reading under the lamp.

Fang Tong jumped onto the desk and pressed the open geography book under his body with his claws.

She pretended to be playing, flipping through the pages of the book, but in fact she was taking the opportunity to peek.

In the past few days, Feng Twelve seemed to have gotten used to her way of playing, and seeing that she didn't damage the book, he let her do what she wanted.

Fang Tong lay on his side at the table, his eyes fixed on the words on the book, his thoughts having already drifted away.

She had bought fish cakes before. It seemed to be a rainy night as well. She was too lazy to cook at home, so she put fish cakes, meatballs, mushrooms and black fungus in a small casserole, added water and stewed them. The small pot was bubbling on the fire, and soon a pot of fish cake stew was cooked.

She carried a small pot, and she and Fang Xiaohua each sat at one end of the sofa, watching a movie amid the sound of heavy rain.

That night was filled with the aroma of fish and the steam of casserole, just as peaceful as tonight.

Fang Tong lay on his paws, tapping the desk with his tail from time to time, and gradually fell into a dream.

In the dream, Fang Xiaohua jumped onto the coffee table, buried her round head in the casserole, and ate up all the remaining fish cakes.

Fang Tong slapped the sofa: "Fang Xiaohua!"

She suddenly felt a chill on her tail and woke up from her sleep. She turned her head and looked behind her, only to see the tip of her tail fell on the inkstone, stained with a lot of ink, and the snow-white fur turned black.

Fang Tong raised his tail, looked at it carefully, and flicked it subconsciously.

A string of ink flew out, and a few drops splashed on the back of Feng Twelve's hand.

Feng Twelve put down the book.

He looked at his hands and then looked up at her.

Fang Tong was silent.

She didn't mean to.

Feng Twelve's gaze fell on her tail and his eyes moved.

Fang Tong stopped moving.

She half-bent her wet tail and looked at the ink stain with disdain. What should she do? Should she lick it off herself? Or wait for it to dry and become a black-tailed kitten from now on?

Seeing the kitten's gloomy face, Feng Twelve smiled silently, put down the book, stood up and washed his hands in the copper basin.

He came back with the copper basin and placed it next to the kitten.

He scooped up the kitten's tail and put the part stained with ink into the water.

Fang Tong shuddered suddenly.

It was cold in early spring and it was raining outside, so the water in the basin was icy cold.

Feng Twelve paused and called the servant: "Bring a basin of warm water."

The servant was quick and efficient and quickly brought warm water.

Feng Twelve put the kitten's tail in again, quickly scrubbed its dyed black fur clean, and wiped it dry with a towel, then had someone pour out the water.

Fang Tong was in a daze the whole time.

Feng Twelve's grip was quite strong, and she bet that he had rubbed off more than a dozen of her hairs.

She looked at the tip of her tail and was glad that she was not bald.

Feng Twelve frowned, and her expression seemed dissatisfied. Was he too abrupt and scared her?

But with her courage, it shouldn't be like this.

Fang Tong swung her tail in front of her, tilted her head and moved closer to sniff it carefully. Feng Twelve had used scented soap to wash her fur, and it smelled of sandalwood.

She patted Feng Twelve's wrist and raised her front paws to bow to him.

There was a hint of smile in Feng Twelve's eyes.

"Don't make trouble," he said to Fang Tong, "Go to bed early."

His tone was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child.

Fang Tong rolled her eyes in her heart. She was not doing anything naughty. She just had a dream.

At the same time, in a tent thirty miles away from Beijing, someone listened to the sound of rain on the tent roof and slowly opened his eyes.

"Chao En, what time is it?"

The emperor's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible amid the sound of wind and rain.

However, a voice came from outside the screen: "Your Majesty, it is only 2:45 pm."

"Really?" The emperor looked at the ceiling of the tent. "I just dreamed about the time when I first ascended the throne. That was about thirty years ago."

"Thirty-four years and seven months, Your Majesty," Chao En said, "Today's journey has been bumpy, Your Majesty must be very tired. I'll warm up some mare's milk for you, and you'll be able to sleep soundly after a few sips."

"No need," the emperor slowly stood up, "How is the prince?"

(End of this chapter)