Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

"...how many more." Rong Fan was speechless, "She told the imperial physician not to disclose it, but unfortunately she didn't know that the imperial physician also had my eyeliner."

"Maybe it's a temporary surprise, it's hard to accept, and I'm afraid of accidents." Fu Qiufeng said.

"What's her name, I forgot." Rong Pin shook his head slowly, "I don't like her."

"Oh." Fu Qiufeng didn't know how to pick it up. Being in the emperor's house, it doesn't matter whether he likes it or not. Besides, if the plot of "The Secret History of the Golden Luan" really comes true, it won't be long before this Zhou Jieyu will be thrown into the snake by the noble concubine. He didn't care whether it was a slander or a real thing, after all, he didn't intend to compete for favor with the harem.

"Drink." Rong Fan urged lightly, "It's just fruit wine. If you get drunk, I'll let Mo Dou bite you and give you a good dream."

The back of Fu Qiufeng's neck felt cold, so he reluctantly had a drink, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Your Majesty has a prince, congratulations, Your Majesty, and I respect you for a glass."

Rong Fan hesitated to speak, moved the corners of his mouth twice, then pursed it back, his eyes slanted to Fu Qiufeng, and fell coolly on the ornately cast peacock lampstand opposite, the dancing candle flame blurred into a gorgeous scene before his eyes Aperture, still didn't say anything in the end, bowed his head and continued to drink.

Fu Qiufeng looked at Rong Fan carefully, and found that he was not happy at all. Generally speaking, if his concubine was happy, whether he liked it or not, he would definitely go to visit.

"Your Majesty, do you like the prince or the princess?" Fu Qiufeng was at a loss for words in the eerie silence.

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan thought about it for a while: "I have a royal sister who went to Li country with the noble concubine for a visit. She will be back soon, and I will introduce you to her then."

"I am honored to meet His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess. I am really flattered." Fu Qiufeng got up and saluted, "If Zhou Jieyu gave birth to a girl, she is intelligent and gentle, and she will surely please His Majesty."

Rong Fan looked sideways and said: "The imperial sister is only seven years old, I am so annoying, what kind of girl do I need?"

Fu Qiufeng's expression froze, and he changed his words: "That boy is not bad, he is tough and eager to learn, and he must have the demeanor of His Majesty."

"What kind of demeanor do you have?" Rong Fan sneered, "The demeanor of drinking and having fun, accompanied by beauties?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng thought to himself, "Why are you so stubborn, you don't want men and women, what else can you have?"

Rong Fan leaned on the small table and looked at him with his chin in his hands, shaking the wine glass in his hand: "If you heard that your wife is pregnant, what would you think?"

"I don't have a wife." Fu Qiufeng said matter-of-factly.

"What if? What about the future?" Rong Fan frowned dissatisfied.

"I would like to serve Your Majesty, and I will never have any second thoughts throughout my life." Fu Qiufeng was not sure whether Rong Mei was tempting or drunk, and said cautiously, clasping his hands.

Rong Fen stared at Fu Qiufeng intently, suddenly got into trouble, stretched out his hand and pulled him from the side of the couch, Fu Qiufeng was unprepared, and held down Rong Fin's leg to keep his balance, when Rong Fen raised his eyebrows, Fu Qiufeng immediately raised his hand to prop himself up on the couch.

"I want an answer." Rong Fan insisted on pressing him.

"Minister..." Fu Qiufeng looked away. He lived a life of licking blood and being spurned by others. The diametrically opposite ends are destined to be untouchable, he thought for a moment, but still couldn't come up with a definite answer, "...Maybe he will be at a loss."

"That's the best." Rong Fan pushed Fu Qiufeng away and threatened, "You are my man, and I won't give you this if."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng wiped his sweat secretly, "Your Majesty, Zhou Jieyu is also yours, why don't you go and see her?"

Rong Pin took a heavy sip of the wine glass and said, "I asked you to drink, if I want to see her, why don't I ask her to drink?"

"Uh." Fu Qiufeng pondered for a while, "I'm pregnant, so I shouldn't drink alcohol."

Rong Fan: "..."

Facing Fu Qiufeng who was serious and telling the truth, Rong Fan felt even more annoyed. He gave a short laugh and pointed to the jug: "After you finish drinking this jug, I'm going to see Zhou Jieyu."

Fu Qiufeng estimated his drinking capacity, and changed his words: "Then you better not go."

"If I don't go, you will go to bed tonight." Rong Fan threw out a worse option.

Fu Qiufeng was in a dilemma for a while, struggling for a moment between serving the bed and drinking, and chose to drink.

He filled himself up one cup after another silently, raised his head to drink it up, his brows became tighter and tighter, a pot didn't look like much, but when Fu Qiufeng came back to his senses, Rong Fan had already walked to the door.

Fu Qiufeng's eyes were dazzled, the tassels of the door curtain made him dizzy, and in a trance, he saw the word on the top of Rong Fan's head lit up again, it was still "sign", more conspicuous than the warm white lantern.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng shook his hand, and the empty cup fell to the ground, his voice was low and hoarse, "Don't go..."

Rong Fan's steps were fast, and when he opened the door curtain, he turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth jokingly, and turned to leave.

Fu Qiufeng became quite dull, he supported Xiaoji and shook his head, he clearly wanted to follow, and began to calculate where the assassin might ambush, but his body was driven by drunkenness to hit the couch little by little, and fell asleep.

Rong Fen left the Bixiao Palace and asked Feng Ji, who followed diligently, to go back. His face was gradually covered with gloom, and anger and disgust were clearly reflected in his eyes.

Hui Yixuan, where Zhou Jieyu lived, was in the east corner. The palace still had no queen, and it was a quiet and secluded place. Rong Fan came to the gate of the palace alone, knocked on the door and waited for a long time before a maid came out to answer.

"It's so late, which one is it...Your Majesty!" When the maid opened the door, she saw Rong Yan standing with her hands behind her back, she took a deep breath, bowed her head quickly, and then shouted into the room, "Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty has come to see you!"

Rong Fan sneered in his heart, this slave girl's face turned pale and her expression was tense, it didn't look like she was meeting a happy event.

"Back down, don't come near without my order." Rong Fan waved his sleeves to retreat the maidservant, and went directly into the main hall of Huiyixuan, and took a look at the table of four immortals. Two tea cups were placed on both sides, and the tea was misty, Obviously new.

Zhou Jieyu came out in a hurry at this time, her eyes were clear and she didn't wear makeup, and she was dressed very plainly. She saluted Rong Fan solemnly: "I have seen Your Majesty before, and I was changing clothes when I informed you. I haven't had time to greet you yet. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Hui Yixuan has guests." Rong Fan glanced at the table, "Isn't it time for me to come?"

Zhou Jieyu's expression froze slightly: "How could that be, please sit down, Your Majesty. My concubine has nothing to do on weekdays. I feel like sisters with the dowry maid, so let her sit down and chat with my concubine to relieve boredom."

"You're kind." Rong Fan lifted his clothes and sat down, his gaze fell on Zhou Jieyu's face with a half-smile, "By the way, what's your name?"

Zhou Jieyu was stunned for a moment, biting her lower lip as if she was disappointed, and lowered her head to hide the flash of resentment: "Your Majesty, my concubine's small characters are like the moon, have you forgotten?"

"Except for when you entered the palace three years ago, I have never called your name. It is understandable for me to forget." Rong Fan recalled, "I have always cherished your chess skills, and it happens that you have nothing to do today, so I will accompany you again." Let's talk for a few rounds."

"Then, Your Majesty is going to play chess with my concubine in the study?" Zhou Wanyue probed softly, stepping forward to get closer to Rong Fan.

Rong Fan raised his hand to stop her: "I just want to play chess, after all, there will be no chance in the future."

Zhou Wanyue shuddered all over, pretending to be puzzled by suppressing her fear, and exited the door step by step.

Rong Fan glanced sarcastically at the teacup on the table, threw it out casually, called the hidden guards who followed, and gave some instructions.

Zhou Wanyue entered the bedroom in the dark, then started to tremble, and mournfully said to the figure hiding beside the canopy bed: "Cen Lang, His Majesty will come to Hui Yixuan at this time, I think the imperial doctor has leaked the secret, we can't escape tonight Now, before His Majesty finds you, hurry out of the palace and run for your life!"

The person called Cen Lang was wearing the armor of the imperial guards, and he didn't dare to move easily, for fear of making noise, he took Zhou Wanyue's hand, handed something into her hand, took a deep breath and decided: "Yue'er, don't you?" Do it endlessly, there must be hidden guards around Rong Fan, I will be targeted when I go out, and I can't escape, let's fight for a while, you swallow the antidote first, find a chance to pull the smoke away and solve Rong Fan, let's let go Get on fire and get out of the mess!"

On the other side, Fu Qiufeng was lying on the couch, ups and downs in the stimulation of alcohol and nightmares. He was covered in blood and screamed helplessly. Just when he was about to slash someone's neck with a knife, the dream was suddenly hit by a cry of concern. broken.

"Master Fu? Wake up, are you okay?"

Fu Qiufeng buckled along the sound, and accurately grasped the collar of a hidden guard. He saw it clearly in cold sweat, and then slowly let go, covering his dull aching head, and said, "What's the matter with the Frost Blade Platform?"

"It was His Majesty who ordered his subordinates to come over, saying that you are drunk, you should drink a bowl of hangover soup, take a bath and then go to bed to rest." The dark guard conveyed the truth.

"How can you be so spoiled... Are you all right, Your Majesty, have you arrived at Zhou Jieyu's palace? Is the trip safe and sound?" Fu Qiufeng snapped back to his senses, memories before he fell asleep came to his mind bit by bit.

"It's all right, Your Majesty said before coming down that he wants to play chess with Zhou Jieyu." The dark guard asked puzzledly, "Master Fu has found something? Where is the danger?"

Fu Qiufeng hurriedly stood up, turned around to find the washbasin and washed his face: "Is there anyone else around His Majesty?"

The hidden guard also became nervous: "No, the subordinate is on duty tonight."

"Go back quickly!" Fu Qiufeng said as he rushed out the door, "Confidential information, Zhou Jieyu has a problem."

Hearing this, the dark guard immediately leaped onto the palace wall at the premise of Bixiao Palace, and went straight to Hui Yixuan. He saw Fu Qiufeng to Shuangren Terrace, but Commander Wei would see him off in person within a meal. There are advantages.

Fu Qiufeng looked around, didn't care much, and rushed to Hui Yixuan.

When the billowing smoke first rose into the night sky, no one noticed at first, but when the flames licked the windows and glazed tiles, the black smoke was as thick as falling clouds, and the maids in the palace in the distance realized that Hui Yixuan had gone into the water.

Fu Qiufeng ran past the water-carrying crowd and took a breath. When he arrived at Huiyixuan, the hidden guards hadn't arrived yet. Rong Fan always moved erratically and didn't bring his followers. The eunuch carrying the bucket wasn't sure who was in Huiyixuan, so he just Dare to splash water from a distance, while shouting for Chongweiwei to come and carry water to put out the fire.

The noisy sound made Fu Qiufeng have a splitting headache. He watched a window fall down. Different from the violence of the flames, there was a softer white light swaying in the corner of the house. Bucket of water, torn off the hem of the clothes and soaked around the mouth and nose, turned into the window amidst a sound of exclamation, and passed through the barrage of flames.

Fu Qiufeng only needs to look around to understand that someone set fire against the wall, so the center of the room has not been engulfed by the flames, but the scorching temperature and crackling sound are enough to dry people's reason. With a sneer, he was sitting in the corner under the table, next to a woman laying on the ground coughing unceasingly, and a man dressed as a guard with a disheveled face was holding a knife and confronting the ink fountain with his head sticking out from the back of the calm hand.

"Your Majesty!" Fu Qiufeng yelled deliberately, and the guards turned their heads in surprise, at this moment Rong Pin threw out the ink fountain, and the nimble little snake directly wrapped around his neck, biting the side of his neck fiercely.

Rong Fan never expected that Fu Qiufeng would come, his face showed astonishment, the guard clutched his neck and swung a saber indiscriminately, slashing at Rong Fan head-on, Fu Qiufeng rushed forward, at the critical moment he controlled the instinct to use his internal strength, Standing in front of Rong Fan, he held the blade of the knife with his right hand, reluctantly exerted a skillful effort to push aside the force, took the knife and handed it back to Rong Fan.

Blood splattered down the handle of the knife. Rong Pin stared at Fu Qiufeng's injured right hand. The surrounding area was getting hotter and harder to breathe. Blunt discomfort.

Before he came to Huiyixuan, he knew how much he hated this gorgeous cage. The palace can make anyone crazy and disorderly. The concubine is, so is he. He just wants to prove once again that everyone is the same sin.

But Fu Qiufeng seemed to be different.