Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

The weight of this token made Fu Qiufeng dazed for a moment, his consciousness seemed to travel back to a long time ago, he took the token representing the dark pavilion for the first time, and ruined his retreat again with another kind of eternal doom.

The moment he drank the poisoned wine, he never thought that he still had a choice. The shiny silver metal tentacles were icy cold, and he finally got what he wanted. Fu Qiufeng hesitated instead. If this is the opportunity God gave him, then Is it really making him repeat the same mistakes?

"Frost Blade Terrace is not so easy to advance." Rong Fan warned him ruthlessly, "If your performance dissatisfies me, your power and life will be taken back at any time."

Hearing the familiar domineering style, Fu Qiufeng came back to his senses and turned over the token to look at the newly engraved small characters on the back, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty will not disgrace your mission, so Your Majesty... just went to the Frost Blade Terrace to get the token." ?”

"Hmph, have you reflected on yourself?" Rong Fan glared at him.

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng smiled dryly, and saluted again, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your trust."

Rong Fan wanted to pour a cup of tea, but the cup was also dropped by the two of them. With a click of his tongue, he picked up the file on the table and opened it.

After only reading two pages, Rong Fan slapped the book on the table angrily: "It's Yanzhou again! Corrupt officials overshadow the sky and secure the position of governor. Of course Zhang Cai will blame me."

Fu Qiufeng was a little surprised when he heard the words. Zhang Cai's hometown was recorded in the file, but he also mentioned other things. Rong Fan became angry just looking at Yanzhou, so he must know something about local officials.

He waited for Rong Zhen to breathe a sigh of relief, and then whispered: "Your Majesty, the court clothes...?"

"The Frost Blade Terrace doesn't need to go up to court, what kind of court clothes do you want?" Rong Fan said with a frown.

"What about the official uniform?" Fu Qiufeng asked unwillingly.

"The case will be released after the case is settled." Rong Fan agreed casually.

Fu Qiufeng felt a little lost, a dark guard was incomplete without night clothes and official uniforms, he was depressed for a while, and seeing that Rong Fen seemed to be in a bad mood, he quietly took a tea tray to the kitchen to make tea.

He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to pour water, but Xiao Yuanzi hurriedly took over the hand, Fu Qiufeng looked at his wrist, and suddenly remembered something, if Rong Fian's ink fountain had phantom poison, which acted on people's consciousness, it would be the first time that Rong Fen put him When he pressed on the bed, he released the ink fountain... What did he want to do to him?

Fu Qiufeng thought about it for a long time but did not come to a conclusion. After the boiling water was finished, Zhang Cai also brought salt to his forehead and came back.

"What's the matter?" Fu Qiufeng pretended to be puzzled.

Zhang Cai smiled wryly with a scratched wound on his head: "It's okay, I fell down and passed out and had a nightmare. I wasted a lot of time on the road, so I have to cook quickly."

Fu Qiufeng observed Zhang Cai without any trace, he acted naturally, he really regarded everything that happened before as his own nightmare, Fu Qiufeng thought that this phantom poison was really extraordinary, he went back with the freshly brewed tea, Rong Fen leaned on the He was reading memorials by his bedside, and there were some freshly steamed snacks on the table.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng walked over lightly, glanced at the bed and couldn't help making a sound, the bright red cinnabar seeped into the bed sheet, and his mattress had to be scrapped after it was made, "The inkstone was spilled."

"Oh." Rong Fan replied lazily, glanced at the book in his hand, wrote "yes" at the end, put it together and stuffed it under the inkstone, and pointed to the table with the pen holder, "Bring me some pastries." Come."

The delicate and exquisite lotus flower cakes on the table were still warm. Fu Qiufeng was habitually wary of the food brought in from outside. He brought them over and touched his cuffs. The brush ticked off a "read".

There were no silver needles and no special medicine needles, Fu Qiufeng's brain twitched, and he picked up a piece and ate it.

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan threw the memorial on Fu Qiufeng's body: "Did I let you move?"

The lotus flower cake is pretty good except for being slightly sweet. Fu Qiufeng caught the memorial reflexively with one hand while holding the plate. A piece of crispy and sweet flower petals choked in his throat. He turned his head and coughed, and found a reason with difficulty: "My servant This is... acting as a beloved concubine... ahem!"

Rong Fan flinched in disgust and took the porcelain plate: "Hurry up and drink water!"

Fu Qiufeng poured a cup of hot tea, coughed and sipped half a cup, and finally calmed down, Rong Fan broke a piece by himself, and felt that it was too sweet after eating, and stretched out his hand to Fu Qiufeng, "Pour tea!"

Fu Qiufeng looked at the teapot, then silently handed over the cup in his hand.

"...Is this also acting as a favorite concubine?" Rong Fan smashed the memorial again.

"The cups are finished, and now there is only one left." Fu Qiufeng said regretfully, "There is no extra for Lanxin Pavilion."

Rong Fan: "..."

"I'm sorry for you." Rong Fan took the teacup and changed the side, took two sips, and dropped the last cup, "Forget it, when I go back, I'll ask someone to add something to your Lanxin Pavilion."

Fu Qiufeng knelt down to tidy up the memorials on the floor. He felt that Rong Fen didn't read much of the densely packed small characters, but he had just stacked up the folds when Rong Fen slammed one of the folds on the bedpost, and along with the brush, Throw it out.

"Your Majesty calm down." Fu Qiufeng persuaded.

"It's Chen Junde again!" Rong Fen gritted his teeth angrily, "Pick up the pen!"

Fu Qiufeng handed back the brush, and quickly remembered the name, which was the father of the virtuous concubine Chen Tingfang.

"What happened to Chen Shizhong?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

"I issued an edict to build a canal in Hezhou, and the old man brought the Ministry of Industry under his door to play together to make me think twice." Rong Fan clenched his fist and slammed it on the edge of the bed, "How dare you say that it is a waste of money and people, I really think I don't know what they are up to! Why go to court and approve papers!"

Fu Qiufeng lowered his head and moved the arranged memorials to the table. One book was stained with splashed tea. He turned his back to Rong Fan and wiped it with his sleeve. It was full of red letters, and the minister who played it was named Liu Zhixia, probably only this book was so serious. Fu Qiufeng didn't have much impression of this name, so he wrote it back without reading the content.

"Why didn't Qing speak?" Rong Fan's tone became a little calmer, and he continued to write his "Read".

"I'm afraid to disturb Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng stood beside the bed again.

"When I'm done approving, you take that memorial to Frost Blade Terrace and give it to Wei Yuan, let him deal with the last three joint names, and then walk around to identify the way." Rong Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, "What is it?" , and dare to entangle cronies to refute my orders."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng took the notebook and looked at Rong Fen secretly without saying a word. He frowned while watching Rong Fen take the last memorial, and fell into deep thought. He stopped writing several times and took a full moment to close it.

He seems to have a new understanding of Rong Fan, Rong Fan... as Zhang Cai said, the emperor who seems to only know how to have fun, is really just a foolish emperor?

"Why, are you infatuated with me?" Rong Fen rubbed his wrist and turned back with a smile.

Fu Qiufeng immediately put away his overly obvious gaze, and suppressed all his new knowledge about Rong Fan, and asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, how do you think you should deal with Eunuch Yang?"

Rong Fan thought for a while: "You really can't remember what you heard and saw on the night of the second day of March?"

"I may have been frightened, I really can't recall." Fu Qiufeng said shamelessly.

"You're frightened..." Rong Fan twitched the corner of his mouth to express his sarcasm, but he didn't doubt him anymore, "If you were silenced because you knew a secret conversation, it must be that Yang Huai was talking to someone , or take orders from this person to take care of the aftermath."

Fu Qiufeng thought for a while, then continued: "We might as well speculate boldly that the mysterious masked man who threatened the imperial guard Liu Ben and hired Jianghu assassins was Eunuch Yang's accomplices. They plotted something on the second night of March, and then I was heard by the minister."

"What about the evidence?" Rong Fan asked, "Even if Zhang Cai admits that Yang Huai ordered him to kill you, Yang Huai can refuse to admit the confession of an unknown person without evidence."

"Your Majesty also talks about evidence." Fu Qiufeng was a little incredulous.

Rong Fan snorted coldly and said: "Yang Huai used to be a close confidant of the Empress Dowager and stayed in the Prince's Mansion, and now he is a confidant of the Concubine Xian. He will not recognize Zhang Cai's confession or the accusation of participating in the assassination. At that time, there will be a sage The concubine protects him."

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a moment, and he had a dangerous idea. This proposal might be too hasty, but it was more likely to hit Rong Fan's mind. He leaned over beside Rong Fan and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty, do you think that Concubine Xian will be involved? ?"

Rong Fan lowered his eyes slightly, and leaned on the pillow half-lying and half-reclining, holding his forehead. He still remembered that after Chen Tingfang entered the palace, the first time he saw this dignified woman who was four years older than him, Chen Tingfang treated him gently He bowed his head to salute, and when he said the word "Your Majesty", there was a kind of peace like a spring breeze, but before he had time to return a smile, he saw the black character "九" appearing above Chen Tingfang's head.

Rong Fan knew that the Chen family was always a threat to him, but in the following three years, he became even more convinced that Chen Tingfang himself had no affection for him.

"What do you think, Qing?" Rong Fan reached out and picked up a strand of Fu Qiufeng's hair, twisting it in his hand to play with.

"It doesn't matter what I think." Fu Qiufeng said with extreme loyalty, "I will only make His Majesty's thoughts come true."

"If you fail, I will at most be a fool who was bewitched by the demon concubine, but you are afraid that you will die without a place to die." Rong Fan pulled Fu Qiufeng's hair to force him to approach, and smiled coldly by his ear, "Yang Huai, Chen Tingfang, Chen Junde, the mysterious envoys who dared to assassinate me... All those who hinder me, I want them to die, I can't do it with Liu Shilang, and my right-hand man Commander Wei can't do it, you How dare you say to make my idea a reality?"

Fu Qiufeng touched the token in his sleeve, and said firmly, "Because there is no better hidden guard than this minister."

Rong Fan was slightly taken aback, he saw a resolute look in Fu Qiufeng's eyes that he had never seen before, it was as cold as the extreme north wind and snow, but it made his blood, which was also dripping with ice, gradually burn.

He smiled lowly, let go of Fu Qiufeng, and his laughter became more and more crazily ferocious, then turned over and got off the bed, and fastened Fu Qiufeng's collar: "I also made a big gamble with confidence three years ago. I won, and I won. I appreciate you, since you want to be my bargaining chip, then prove your worth."

"Within three days, the ministers will escort Eunuch Yang to the Frost Blade Terrace with reasonable evidence, let him confess his guilt in person, and make him personally commit the crime." Fu Qiufeng said in a deep voice.