Time-traveling Bastards Are Politics

Chapter 102 Notes
Feng Yong opened the task list, only to find that most of the tasks and the task locations were displayed in Wenzhou, and she just wanted to scold the street in her heart, who would care about doing tasks in such a place...

Slowly pulling, Feng Yong realized that some missions are unlimited, such as this one:
"Side Quest 3.1
Zhao'an is an undercover agent.

Task time: 24 hours
Selectable objects for the mission: Hehuan, Hemeng, Yin Jishan
Mission reward: Move up the ranking list."

Yin Jishan?Feng Yong checked, it turned out that it was the prefect of Wenzhou, and it turned out that the prefect of Wenzhou belonged to someone else, it seemed that she really had to be careful.

But the task time is too short, these three are not easy to handle, Feng Yong shook her head, forget it, let's look at other things.

"Main task 5.1
Transfer back to the capital.

Task time: three months
Mission Reward: A list of monthly leaderboards"

This reward is very good, even this transfer back to the capital...isn't it easy?

Feng Yong is helpless, there are no tasks to do... It's so annoying.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Feng Yong sat up and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, brother, I'm Zhengchu." A familiar voice came from the door, Feng Yong felt a little relieved.

After tidying up his clothes a little, he said lightly, "Come in."

When the door was opened, it was discovered that Bai Lan had come in with him, and did not bring anyone else. After entering, Zhengchu closed the door, as if he had something to say.

"Let's talk about things, what else can I not bear now?" Feng Yong said helplessly.

Zheng Chu took out a note from his bosom and handed it to Feng Yong. Feng Yong took it and opened it. The beautiful handwriting was written by a woman: "I've noticed it. I'm on guard. I can't find it. My righteous sister, Hidden with a veil, his identity is suspicious."

After reading it, Feng Yong frowned and asked, "They wrote it? Did you check where it was sent?"

"I don't know where to send it. I used a flying pigeon to send the letter. The pigeon has been intercepted by Ma Lin and the others. It is said that the direction is the capital." Zhengchu was a little worried.

Feng Yong nodded: "Lan'er, you can imitate handwriting, right? I think this font is quite satisfactory, and it's not practiced all year round. Can you imitate it?"

Bai Lan took the note and took a look at it: "It's okay, but it may not be exactly the same. If I succeed in getting them to send a message next time, and compare it carefully, I'm afraid the secret will be revealed."

Feng Yong shook her head: "It doesn't matter, this kind of note is burnt after reading it, it is impossible to keep it for comparison. Just write it, follow her writing in the front, and delete the one about you in the back."

Bai Lan nodded, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the desk and began to write. After finishing writing, Feng Yong took it over for comparison, and they were [-]% similar.Feng Yong nodded in satisfaction: "Your kung fu is really good."

Bai Lan smiled embarrassedly: "This kind of trick deserves your praise."

Feng Yong smiled and handed the note to Zhengchu: "Go to Furong and ask for some medicinal powder that will make you seriously ill if you smell it, and put it on the note. She must have this thing. She also knows how to deal with this, and the content is hers It doesn’t matter if you see it.”

Zhengchu took the note and was a little puzzled: "Brother, how did you know that Sister Furong would have such a medicinal powder?"

This question made Feng Yong a little embarrassed, did she tell him that she was checked by the system?Feng Yong could only laugh: "Hehe, the lord said it, the lord said it."

Although Zhengchu still had some doubts, he had nothing else to do, so he turned around and went out.

Bai Lan saw something strange on Feng Yong's face, as if she was hiding something, but she knew that if it was not convenient for Zheng Chu to know, then it was generally not convenient for her to know, so she didn't ask.

Feng Yong looked at Bai Lan's thinking, and smiled: "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I'm just wondering, can we talk about everything... friends?" Bai Lan originally wanted to say something else, but she still said friends because she had always felt that the person in front of her was not interested in her. She didn't have that kind of thoughts, and she no longer expected the person in front of her to have that kind of thoughts. It was like this anyway, it didn't matter.

Feng Yong was a little surprised when she heard this and asked. Thinking of Bai Lan's data just now, she was even more embarrassed. She didn't know how to respond, so she could only say casually: "Of course we are friends who talk about everything. I, you , Zhengchu, Furong and the others, Ma Lin and the others are all friends who talk about everything..."

Hearing that everyone was counted, Bai Lan felt even more sad, yes, everyone is a friend who can talk about everything, just friends.

Feng Yong looked at Bai Lan's face with a veil that only exposed her forehead and eyebrows. Her complexion was so pale that there was no blood in it. Between her brows and eyes, there was a look of exhaustion, but she alone missed it. sadness.

Feng Yong smiled and changed the subject: "I was so tired last night, why don't you go and have a good rest, you don't have to go to this kind of trivial matter, I will ask Zheng Chu to go to your room."

Bai Lan looked at Feng Yong, and really wanted to say what was in her heart, and also wanted to ask the question she wanted to ask for so long, but she didn't say it after all, and replied lightly: "I can't sleep during the day, and I can't sleep when I hear the I called you at the door at the beginning, and I came to see what happened."

Feng Yong looked at Bai Lan in front of her, but she didn't see any difference. She smiled and said softly, "Even if you can't sleep, you should lie down and have a good rest. Wenzhou is still far away. Your face is so pale now. If you fall ill along the way Yes, but what's the matter?"

"Do you also care if I fall ill?" Bai Lan muttered.

Feng Yong didn't hear clearly, and asked: "What?"

"It's nothing. I said I'll take a good rest, so you don't have to worry." After all, Bai Lan is still timid. Although she knows that the person in front of her is not the real Feng Yong, she doesn't know if the person in front of her is just for her. It's the same as Feng Yong's to Bai Zhi.She is afraid, afraid to ask, the other party will be embarrassed, the years are quiet, time flies, and they still have to go through ups and downs together, if they talk about it now, what will they do in the long years to come?Could it be that they are speechless?
When Feng Yong heard this, she nodded and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child: "If you are sick, isn't it you who suffer? I am fine. I can leave when the time comes, or If you leave Furong and the others with you, I can go directly to the post. But you are so troublesome. Besides, I don’t feel relieved to leave you alone. What if someone with a heart finds out? So we all have to take good care of ourselves, don’t sick."

When Bai Lan heard this, she felt even more depressed. It seemed that he was just worried that she would be sick and delay her schedule. It turned out that she was just overthinking and being sentimental.Thinking of this, her eyes were a little moist, but thinking that she couldn't shed tears in front of him, Bai Lan quickly turned around and said coldly: "I understand, I'm going back." Then she turned around and went out.

(End of this chapter)