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

Chapter 114 Do you like it or not?
Fang Tong feels very painful now.

She had just bought the things in her hands and had very little money left. Not to mention snacks, even two bowls of noodles were difficult to come by.

This was all thanks to the fact that she had a hundred-liang silver note in her arms, otherwise she would have to buy on credit from Minghe.

No wonder they say a poor home makes a rich journey. When you are away from home, no matter how far you are from home, you must bring every penny you need.

She strode forward for a while before she realized that it was Feng Twelve who was leading her.

He placed a few slender fingers on her wrist, holding it not too tightly through her sleeve.

Feng Twelve noticed her gaze and let go of her wrist.

"There are so many people here, watch your step."

Fang Tong uttered a soft "oh" and his hands involuntarily held the brocade box in his arms.

Feng Twelve saw that she was very fond of him and asked, "What did you buy?"

Fang Tong smiled and pointed to a nearby alley: "There are fewer people over there, let's go there."

The alley was quiet and deserted. The two men walked through the endless stream of people and arrived at the entrance of the alley.

Fang Tong stopped, took a deep breath, turned around, raised his hand and handed over the brocade box: "For you."

Feng Twelve's eyebrows moved: "For me?"

Fang Tong nodded emphatically: "I said I wanted to celebrate for you, but you are a prince, you have everything you need, and I don't know what you like. I see that your clothes are mostly dark in color, and this leather belt matches them very well, and it also has a good meaning, so I bought it as a gift."

As she spoke, she unconsciously pinched the edge of the box and smiled shyly, "I just realized that the clothes in Tianyixuan are very valuable. What you gave me before was really a waste of money."

Tianyixuan was the name of the clothing store they had just visited. Fang Tong had heard Feng Twelve say before that the clothes he gave her were all from Minghe. She had just had a conversation with Minghe and only then did she know how much those clothes cost.

In comparison, the leather belt she gave to Feng Twelve was nothing.

Feng Twelve looked at her with deep eyes.

"Do you know..." He only said three words, looked into Fang Tong's eyes, and swallowed the rest of the words.

He originally wanted to say that a man's leather belt is a close-fitting item, just like a woman's jewelry. If a man and a woman give each other such things, it mostly expresses their admiration for each other.

But Fang Tong's eyes were clear and bright, and it was obvious that she had no distracting thoughts about him. If he rashly reminded her, it would embarrass her.

He lowered his eyes and smiled softly, then took the brocade box: "You forgot that Tianyixuan is my property. I brought those clothes with me just in case. It makes no difference whether I give them to you or to others."

Fang Tong nodded doubtfully: "Even so, I still accept your favor. Take a look at this gift. Do you like it?"

"I like it." Feng Twelve said.

Fang Tong raised an eyebrow: "You haven't seen it yet."

"Everything in Tianyixuan is good," Feng Twelve said, opening the lid of the box. "How much silver did Minghe take from you?"

"Shopkeeper Ming gave me the lowest price." Fang Tong said with a smile, "She was afraid that you would be unhappy, so she asked me to tell you that she didn't dare to make more money."

Feng Twelve smiled: "I don't believe it."

Fang Tong was slightly surprised: "You are the boss, there is no reason for her to lie to you."

"She is also a businessman," Feng Twelve said, "Even if I come to her house to buy things, she still gets the money she deserves."

Fang Tong was stunned, and looked back at the sign of Tianyixuan, and couldn't help laughing. "No wonder Tianyixuan is the largest shop on this street," she said with a smile, "With such a powerful shopkeeper, Your Highness will surely make a lot of money and earn a fortune every day."

Feng Twelve picked up the leather belt from the box and stroked the lion-head buckle on it with his thumb: "She made money from you, aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Fang Tong's eyes curved. "She quoted the price, I paid the money, I bought it if I could afford it, and left if I couldn't. How much she earns is her ability, it has nothing to do with me."

"You are quite open-minded," Feng Twelve put the leather belt back into the box, "I like it very much."

"Hmm?" Fang Tong looked at him.

"I mean, I really like this leather belt." Feng Twelve closed the box. "Do you have money for food?"

He asked this suddenly, as if he guessed that Fang Tong had all his hair plucked out.

Fang Tong gave an awkward smile and took out a shriveled purse from his sleeve: "It's only enough for the two of us to buy noodles."

She paused and added, "It's still plain."

After saying that, he glanced secretly at Feng Twelve.

She had wanted to take him to Xiaoyao Tower for a big meal, but now it seemed that they could only find a roadside stall, and they might not even be able to find one that was cheap.

Feng Twelve listened to her honest story, the corners of his lips moved, and he said calmly: "There are many fishermen under the Weeping Willow Bridge. They usually sell some cheap food by the water after fishing. There is a family that sells good locust leaf cold noodles. Do you want to try it?"

The so-called cold noodles are similar to cold noodles. Everyone in the capital, from officials to ordinary people, likes to eat it in summer.

Fang Tong listened and said with a smile: "I know Chui Liu Bridge. You brought me dried fish from there before."

"I brought it for Little Mianhua," Feng Twelve said, "but later she became picky about food and only liked to eat on the table. She didn't like to eat dried fish anymore."

Fang Tong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that "Little Cotton" was her name when she was a cat. She had so many names when she was a cat, Little Cotton, Little Fairy, and Nannan. Compared with the latter two, Little Cotton was called only a few times.

She suddenly realized that Feng Twelve was teasing her, and she couldn't help but feel angry and amused: "Who are you saying is picky about food?"

"What do you think?" Feng Twelve raised his eyebrows slightly.

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, a look Fang Tong had never seen before. Seeing him so relaxed, Fang Tong glared at him and couldn't help laughing himself.

"It seems that I have left a lot of black history with you," she said slowly, "but I also know that you are a fluff addict."

"What's the fluff?" Feng Twelve had never heard of this word.

"You like small animals, especially cats, dogs, and other fluffy things." She looked at him and raised the corners of her lips. "Others may not know that although His Highness the Twelfth Prince looks unkind, he is actually very kind-hearted."

Feng Twelve looked at her quietly for a while: "I just saved a cat, your judgment may be wrong."

Fang Tong shook his head: "When I was still a cat, I stayed in the prince's mansion for so many days. I have seen more than you. I can see clearly what the people around you are like. They say that if the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked. Do you think Commander Wei and his men are crooked?"

Feng Twelve looked at her, and suddenly a bright color appeared in his dark eyes. It was the street lanterns that lit up.

As dusk falls, the lights of various shops are lit one after another, like stars rising at night, gathering into a galaxy on the long street.

Fang Tong blinked, dazzled by the sudden bright color.

Feng Twelve's voice sounded at this moment: "In your eyes, I am soft-hearted and upright?"

His tone was light, and his eyes were also light. His dark pupils seemed to be blurred by the lights in the street, and it was hard to tell whether they were warm or cold.