Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

This guarantee lacks credibility at first glance, Rong Pin narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Fu Qiufeng bowed his head respectfully, and raised his eyes to meet Rong Pin's deliberate scrutiny.

"What do you need?" Rong Fan asked warmly. When he restrained his expression and chuckled, his thin, phoenix eye tails were full of charm, and his thick eyelashes were slightly upturned, expressing affection and fickleness.

Fu Qiufeng also had to admit that Rong Pin's eyes were more special and more beautiful than any concubine and beauties he had ever seen, but with the arrogance and aggression of an emperor, it seemed that if he looked at it for a long time, he would fall into the glistening autumn water , but was corroded to nothing.

"Maybe we need to retrieve the files of some palace officials." Fu Qiufeng turned his head slightly.

"You can do it with your token." Rong Fan answered him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng stared at the floor, "If my minister's expectations are correct, the concubines in the palace are probably preparing to give gifts to the minister, so please don't come to Lanxin Pavilion for the next few days, Your Majesty, lest they can't let go. "

"You know the wind direction of the harem very well." Rong Fan let go of Fu Qiufeng's collar, patted him, and brushed his hair that was hanging down his chest back behind him.

Fu Qiufeng blinked with some discomfort, and suddenly realized a problem, he looked at Rong Fan's waist, and asked, "Why don't you wear your sachet?"

"If you don't like it, I won't wear it." Rong Fan said affectionately, "The sachet is used to weaken the effect of misty smoke, but I believe that my concubine will not harm me."

Fu Qiufeng secretly said that there are always people who want to harm you, so he wholeheartedly persuaded: "I put your majesty's safety first in everything, so you should wear it! You can stand far away."

"But I don't like you standing far away." Rong Fan continued.

Fu Qiufeng: "Then you stand far away?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan lowered his face, turned around and said, "I'll ask Mr. Lin to improve the formula, and Feng Ji will come and collect it."

"Where is your Majesty going?" Fu Qiufeng put down his worries and asked.

"Go to the Zhuyun Pavilion to find Mr. Lin for a drink." Rong Fan gave Fu Qiufeng a sideways glance, "Mr. Lin is the most elegant and considerate. He will listen to everything I say."

Fu Qiufeng said happily: "That's really a good man, I respectfully send it to Your Majesty!"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan flicked his sleeves and said, "Get off to Frost Blade Terrace and report later!"

Fu Qiufeng has always been proud of his anti-interference ability. He watched Rong Fen leave Lanxin Pavilion faster than flipping a book. After Feng Ji came to pick up the booklet, he called Xiaoyuanzi from the backyard and asked him to put the bed sheet on the bed. Replace them with new ones.

When Xiao Yuanzi saw that Fu Qiufeng was still intact, he pleaded guilty again and again excitedly, and when he saw the suspicious red spot on the bed sheet, he burst into tears of remorse.

"My lord, you have suffered! It's all because of your slaves talking too much. Stop standing, sit down and rest first... Can't you sit!" Xiaoyuanzi was sweating anxiously.

Fu Qiufeng wondered tiredly if all the eunuchs here were made of water, so they could cry: "Okay, I have to plead so hard that His Majesty didn't blame you, so be careful what you say in the future, don't cry, I don't blame you you."

"My lord, you are truly a living Bodhisattva!" Xiaoyuanzi wiped his eyes, his already a little fat face became more naive now, "Your life was saved by this servant, and this servant will definitely work like an ox for you!"

Fu Qiufeng waved his hand. He won the title of Living Bodhisattva after being beautiful and kind-hearted. He forced himself to go out, sacrificing a little reputation to get a loyal subordinate, which is also a good deal.

With the token of the Frost Blade Terrace, the guards guarding the gate bowed to let them go, and the passage from the harem to the outer court was unimpeded. This journey surprised many eunuchs and maids who saw it, and the shrewd ones had already returned to their masters.

The Frost Blade Terrace was set up in the southeast corner facing the outside. The location is quite remote, and it is covered by a lush forest garden. Outsiders without a handbook or internal tokens are forbidden to enter. From a distance, only a gloomy eaves can be seen. Branch secret strongholds are even less known.

Fu Qiufeng walked by once, and stepped into the main hall with ease. He guessed that Rong Fan should have given orders. Although the guards on duty in front of the door were curious, they did not peep too much.

"Where is Commander Wei?" Fu Qiufeng stopped a hidden guard and asked.

"You must be Mr. Fu." The dark guard looked at Fu Qiufeng, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Excellency is eating, this way please."

It was already afternoon, Fu Qiufeng followed him to see Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan was still sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the newspapers, eating and reading, he only glanced quickly when he heard the movement, and then said coldly: "Does the Lord have any orders? "

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng took out the memorial from his pocket, "It's just dealing with the last three people on the list."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan choked up, quickly raised his arm to block it, and pointed at the table to ask Fu Qiufeng to put down the memorial.

"Commander Wei is Guigeng this year?" Fu Qiufeng asked standing in front of the table, "I admire him so much for being so young and promising, and he has won His Majesty's trust. May Commander Wei accept my respect."

"No need!" Wei Yuan stood up, "...Seventeen, inquire about what this is, don't even think about trying to bribe me, since I have arrived at the Frost Blade Platform, I have my own rules of the Frost Blade Platform, and I will truthfully tell the Lord all my merits and demerits, rewards and punishments." I will tell you."

"I understand. Don't worry, Commander Wei." Fu Qiufeng smiled, and glanced at the dishes on the table, one meat, one vegetarian, two dishes and one soup, and he hadn't touched much.

"You still have something to do?" Wei Yuan tensed his nerves and was a little wary. The more approachable Fu Qiufeng was, the more his intuition sounded the alarm.

"I didn't eat." Fu Qiufeng said naturally, "Can Commander Wei treat you to a meal? I'll pay for it."

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment: "The public cook, the official's, I didn't hire either."

"That's kind." Fu Qiufeng turned his head and shouted, "Come here, bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Wei Yuan reminded: "I still haven't finished reading the secret report."

Fu Qiufeng said: "Then I will eat it for you, you can concentrate on watching."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng said: "Just kidding, sir, don't mind."

Wei Yuan said with a straight face: "Put away your frivolous laughter, this is the Frost Blade Platform, not the Lanxin Pavilion."

"To be honest, I hope Commander Wei will not take it too seriously." Fu Qiufeng raised his eyebrows lightly, "If Master Wei's serious and rigid style can handle things quickly, why did His Majesty give me the token of the Frost Blade Platform?"

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Be flexible, eat when it's time to eat, and the seal of the secret report is not too short of time." Fu Qiufeng picked up the newly added bowls and chopsticks, "When will you do your majesty's assassination order?"

"Of course, the sooner the better, tonight..." Wei Yuan replied subconsciously, and only halfway through the speech did he feel that there was no need to report to Fu Qiufeng.

"Why do you think His Majesty made this decision?" Fu Qiufeng asked again.

Wei Yuan stared at him this time and shut his mouth.

"Tell me, just give me back the favor of advising and interrogating Liu Ben for you." Fu Qiufeng tapped the memorial on the table with his index finger.

Wei Yuan read the memorial and thought for a while: "Because they disobeyed the will of the Lord, they deserve to die."

"Are you an executioner, a professional beheader?" Fu Qiufeng sighed, "What's the point? The rest of the fourth-rank and fifth-rank officials can't make it through the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment by killing them, but these three people are so soft-spoken that they die as soon as they die. The only usefulness is not to vent momentary anger, but to deter and oppress the unknown."

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment: "You mean, take your time, don't be in a hurry?"

"It's what His Majesty meant." Fu Qiufeng was slightly satisfied with Wei Yuan's comprehension ability, "I just interpret it for you."

"Does the lord have any other orders?" Wei Yuan asked.

"Do you want to ask about the way of death? There is nothing to explain." Fu Qiufeng said it as a matter of course. "Drowning while bathing, sudden death in the wind, and death by knocking on the threshold, as long as the accidental death is plausible, it will be even more frightening. Those who form a party with Chen Junde will never close the case in their hearts, and no one knows whether they will be next. At that time, everyone in the servants will be in danger, and they will think twice when they play again. This is the effect that His Majesty wants."

Holding the memorial, Wei Yuan looked at Fu Qiufeng with complicated surprises in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "What you said is true. This time, I want to thank you for your advice."

"It's all for His Majesty, you don't have to be polite." Fu Qiufeng saw that he looked like he had learned, and said that the tongue was not in vain, "I'm afraid I will trouble you in the next few days, so let me say hello first."

Wei Yuan always felt that he had fallen into some kind of trap, but he couldn't tell.

"By the way, why did Chen Shizhong reject His Majesty's order to build the canal?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

Wei Yuan showed a little anger: "Chen Junde has a proud student who is currently the governor of Yanzhou. Taxes and benefits can earn tens of thousands of silver, if a canal is built in Hezhou in the east to connect the north and the south, and it will be more convenient for caravans to travel by water, wouldn't it cut off the governor's money, and also cut off Chen Junde's money."

"So that's how it is." Fu Qiufeng murmured, "I have benefited a lot from our conversation today. I won't bother you anymore. Let me leave."

Wei Yuan got up to see them off and sent them to the gate of the hall, then remembered that the official position that Rong Fan gave to Fu Qiufeng was much lower than his, it seemed that there was no need to be so courteous.Fu Qiufeng wandered around the Frost Blade Terrace a few times, walked through the office and study room and the secret dungeon, and returned to the Lanxin Pavilion when it was dark. When he entered the main hall, he saw a few big boxes and almost thought he had gone through the wrong door.

"My lord! Where have you been? This afternoon will scare the slaves." Zhang Cai trotted over, "The empresses of several palaces sent people to deliver things to you, saying that you have just recovered from a serious illness, and hope that you can rest well. "

Fu Qiufeng thought that the time from the serious illness to the first recovery is enough for another illness, and this excuse is really casual: "I have to have it tomorrow, let Xiao Yuanzi tidy up and make a list for me, and then find an empty room to pile up."

"Oh." Zhang Cai seemed to be a bit regretful, "These here are also sent by His Majesty, and they are all for food and clothing, and the servants did not dare to touch them."

"Your Majesty's gift should be placed and shopped." Fu Qiufeng was blunt, "Look for tea sets."

"By the way, where's the teacup in your room?" Zhang Cai asked, "I want to make tea, but I can't find it."

Fu Qiufeng glanced at him: "Your Majesty doesn't like it, throw it away."

Zhang Cai nodded suspiciously, and began to dismantle Rong Fen's reward.

Fu Qiufeng planned to have a good sleep tonight, but just as he was about to take off his coat, Feng Ji came to him and sent an order: "Young Master Fu, Your Majesty invites you to Bixiao Palace."

"Isn't he in Zhuyun Pavilion?" Fu Qiufeng was puzzled, "Going back so soon?"

"Your Majesty's thoughts, how dare our family guess." Feng Ji urged with a smile, "Young master, please hurry up, don't make your majesty wait in a hurry. Our family saw that your majesty has prepared a altar of fine wine, and we are probably waiting for you to drink together."

Fu Qiufeng was reluctant, and followed Feng Ji to Bixiao Palace. Fu Qiufeng had seen many luxurious decorations, but this was the first time he had seen the decadent style of candle shadows flickering and gauze layers. Fortunately, he didn't hear a bunch of girls smile.

Rong Fan didn't know that Fu Qiufeng had already regarded him as a womanizer in his heart, seeing Fu Qiufeng coming, he said lazily: "My concubine came so slowly."

Fu Qiufeng first bowed his hands to salute, Rong Pin leaned crookedly on the couch, reached out to bring a glass of wine to him from the small table, Fu Qiufeng didn't want to take it, and politely refused: "Your Majesty, forgive me, I don't know how to drink."

"What's the difference between tea and wine?" Rong Pin persisted, "Could it be that wine is like a stone, which can choke people."

"Your Majesty... if you lose your temper after drinking, your Majesty may be unhappy." Fu Qiufeng lowered his head, he hadn't had a few drinks, and the secret guard must keep a clear head at all times, the best palace wine he's ever drunk is still poisonous .

"Take it." Rong Fan ordered.

Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to take it, holding the cup in his hand, and did not move for a long time.

"Sit down." Rong Fan gestured to the opposite side of the couch.

Fu Qiufeng sat leaning against the side.

"I just heard the report from the imperial physician." Rong Fan took a sip of his wine and raised the glass to Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng was heartbroken, frowned, raised his glass and dipped it a little, his fingers holding the glass turned white, but unexpectedly it was not strong wine, but rather sweet fruit wine.

"My Zhou Jieyu is happy." Rong Fan continued.

Fu Qiufeng: "...Pfft!"

Fu Qiufeng almost choked into his nose, and with a shake of his hand, half of the cup spilled on his clothes.

"How many Jieyu surnamed Zhou do you have?" Fu Qiufeng asked complicatedly.