Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Rong Fan caught the knife that Fu Qiufeng handed over, his hand sank suddenly, and he grabbed the handle of the knife firmly and leaned on the ground.

Fu Qiufeng was wary of the guard who suddenly went mad, he laughed wildly as if he had slashed someone, clenched his fist and waved the non-existent knife, then turned around and rushed to the wall, shouting: "Yue'er, go, I've already chopped up the dog!" The head on the emperor's neck, I will take you out..."

The voice stopped abruptly, he slammed his head against the wall, and was knocked to the ground by a broken beam.

"Cen Lang!" Zhou Wanyue knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "I did you wrong!"

The ink fountain was coiled on the floor, its scales shone with a delicate iridescent color in the bright firelight, like sparks scattered in fear, shrank back, not daring to look for Rong Fan.

"Your Majesty, Miss Zhou, let's go out first." Fu Qiufeng frowned, seeing Zhou Wanyue intimately calling the guard Cen Lang, he knew that "The Secret History of Jinluan" was not worth trusting, and the imperial concubine did not slander Zhou Jieyu at all... No wonder he congratulated Rong Fan before, Rong Fan looked like a happy event or a funeral.

"I've been caught in a mist." Rong Fen struggled to stand up while supporting the knife, and said to Zhou Wanyue, "Do you want to die?"

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback for a moment, Rong Fan's words were neither angry nor threatening, and then he suddenly realized that it was because of him that Rong Fan took off the sachet to block the smoke, and it was because he was drunk that he sent the sachet. The dark guard went back and asked, if these two points hadn't happened, how could Rong Fan sit on the fire and wait to die.

"It's the minister who deserves to die for putting His Majesty in danger." Fu Qiufeng said complicatedly.

"I didn't ask you." Rong Fan looked at Zhou Wanyue in a daze, "Do you want to die?"

"...Why didn't you die!" Zhou Wanyue shouted sharply with red eye circles, "Rong Pin, what am I in your eyes?"

Rong Fan bent over and coughed twice in the smoke: "Jieyu."

"Then why don't you want to be lucky with me!" Zhou Wanyue slammed the floor hard, "If I could have a child to accompany me, how could I have come to this point!"

Rong Fan said lightly: "I don't like you."

"Then why did you come to see me in the first place?"

"It's the noble concubine who tried to persuade me."

"Then why don't you come again?"

"Because your father still fell for Chen Shizhong."

Fu Qiufeng listened to Rong Fan's unemotional answers, wishing he could just drag him out of the house. Wouldn't it be nice to go out and say something?

At this moment, the imperial guards outside finally arrived, and the hidden guard shouted anxiously at the door, Your Majesty, and he took the opportunity to forcefully support Rong Fan's shoulders and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, go out with the minister first, the beam may collapse at any time."

"Hahahaha..." Zhou Wanyue looked up and laughed at herself, ignoring the fireball falling beside her, "Did you hear that? It's all because of other people! I'm just a puppet manipulated at will. No one cares what Zhou Wanyue looks like. Why care about etiquette, honor and disgrace! Fu Qiufeng, you are the same as me, he treats you well in order to win over the Duke's mansion and the power of Duke Xiang!"

"I am happy to be able to use it for His Majesty." Fu Qiufeng said decisively, the ink fountain was startled by a cloud of sparks, and was about to climb up the burning table along the legs of the table. Fu Qiufeng quickly grabbed its tail, and the ink fountain turned back Grinning his head at him, he simply stuffed the ink fountain directly into Rong Fan's loose skirt, rubbing the back of his hand against a piece of chilly skin, shivering in the middle of the fire.

Rong Fen couldn't help turning his head to look at him. Fu Qiufeng grabbed Rong Fen with one hand and pulled Zhou Wanyue with the other, but his right hand was injured. When Zhou Wanyue struggled, Fu Qiufeng let go of his hand in pain, and she got up a few steps and stepped back. Beside the charred guards.

"Poor thing, if there is an afterlife, I only wish that I would drink a cup of clear tea with Mr. Ruyi at an ordinary home." Zhou Wanyue wiped her tears, turned around and fell into the flames.

Rong Fan was slightly taken aback, as if some memory that he didn't want to touch was awakened, he stood quietly in the distance, let go of his hand and put down the knife.

"Let's go!" Fu Qiufeng caught Rong Fan who fell forward, his clothes were almost dried, he tore off a piece of sleeve, and pressed Rong Fan to bend down and lower his head, covering his face.

Rong Fan couldn't lift his strength, let Fu Qiufeng push and pull, and said with a low smile: "My concubine can tear the cloth and catch a knife, is it because the quality of the clothes is too poor, or is it because my concubine is so brave? How did you come here? How do you know I'm in danger?"

"The quality of the clothes I brought at home is not good. I was a helper in Qianfeng Township and watched the training in the nursery. I rushed up in a hurry, but I didn't expect to catch it. I have always believed in my intuition. When His Majesty left, I suddenly had an ominous premonition. , just take a shortcut and rush here, if you make a mistake, there is no loss... Cough cough, Your Majesty, please stop talking." Fu Qiufeng forcefully explained, and finally reached the door with Rong Rong, but there was a crack above his head.

"The beam is about to break." Rong Fan raised his head with his eyes narrowed.

Fu Qiufeng also felt that something was wrong, immediately put Rong Fen in front of his body, raised his right hand to secretly channel his internal energy, he didn't care too much when his life was at stake, and prepared to slap the falling beams away.

The sword light came at exactly the right time, the sword of the dark guard flew from outside the house, smashed the red wood nailed into the fire, a few pieces fell on Fu Qiufeng's back, he hissed softly, restrained his inner breath and pretended to embrace the fire with his right hand On Rong Fan's shoulder, a large bucket of water poured down in front of the door. As soon as the flames subsided, Fu Qiufeng took the opportunity to drag Rong Fan and rushed out.

"Your Majesty?! Are you not injured?" The dark guard was astonished, knelt down and pleaded guilty, "Your Majesty is late to save you, please punish me."

The surrounding eunuchs and court ladies also knelt down, only Chongweiwei's submerged fire team was busy putting out the fire, and had no time to salute Rong Fan.

"Trash." Rong Fan barely stood up straight, and glared at the hidden guard, "Mr. Fu dared to come in to save me unarmed, why didn't you?"

The dark guard was speechless and could only bow his head in shame.

The hem of Fu Qiufeng's clothes was burning a little. He scooped up water from the storage tank and poured it on himself, then sneezed several times.

Rong Fan took two unsteady steps, and sat down beside a useless ladder not far away. His body was still numb under the influence of the smoke, and he couldn't use his strength.

A eunuch brought warm water and towels to Rong Fan, and Rong Fan drove away the trembling palace servants, propped his forehead and let out a deep breath, Fu Qiufeng came over with the ladder, and persuaded in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, you have been hit!" Fan Yan, let the imperial physician prepare the antidote first."

Rong Fan pulled Fu Qiufeng's right hand, there was a bloody gash from the tiger's mouth to the palm, the skin and flesh turned outwards was terrible, he wiped Fu Qiufeng's hand with a warm towel, Fu Qiufeng said awkwardly: "You can do it yourself."

"You really don't know martial arts?" Rong Fan raised his head to look at him, but there was no smile at all, "Now to be honest, I still have a chance to explain to you."

"...Really not." Fu Qiufeng squatted down and said bravely. He knew very well that Rong Fan did not connect him with the masked man that night when he first met. One was that his wrist was not bitten at the time, and the other was He doesn't know martial arts, if it is exposed, I am afraid that with Rong Xuan's sensitivity and suspicion, he will definitely guess him.

"When we were in front of the door, if Tang Miao didn't draw the sword in time, do you want to be smashed into meatloaf?" Rong Fan gently put his hand on Fu Qiufeng's shoulder and felt a bloodstain that was fainted by the water.

"If you die for your Majesty, I will have no regrets." Fu Qiufeng knelt in front of Rong Fan on one knee. Rong Fan held his right hand. There was a burst of flowering, and the depths of the brain seemed to swell and explode, and Rong Fan let out a faint sigh.

He wanted to see why Rong Fen sighed, but he seemed to be kneeling on the cotton, and the surrounding scenery was suddenly far and near, so he had to support Rong Fen's legs to keep his balance.

"She plays chess very well. She is one of the few people who can be my opponent. I only miss this. I don't know, and I don't care what kind of person she is, what she is thinking." Rong Pin put Fu Qiufeng's shoulder , staring at Hui Yixuan, who was in ruins as the fire gradually extinguished, "I... sometimes want to die, but I want them to die more often. I want to drag down the sun from the sky and burn everything clean. "

Fu Qiufeng couldn't understand the stubbornness in Rong Yan's eyes that was stronger than the fire. He was wandering on the verge of losing consciousness, inexplicably recalling the concubine who had seen the concubine who lost her child and washed her face with tears, and casually comforted: "Your Majesty, the fire in the palace has caused great damage, and we can't do it again." It’s burned, everyone doesn’t want this kind of thing to happen, don’t be too sad, your body is important, you can regenerate, and there will be children again.”

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan's turbulent and quiet emotions were completely disturbed by him, and he was about to push Fu Qiufeng away, but Fu Qiufeng had already leaned powerlessly on his lap.

Another fell into his arms.Rong Fan closed his pupils, and subconsciously probed for Fu Qiufeng's breath with his fingertips...it was fairly stable.

"Come here, send Mr. Fu back to Bixiao Palace, Xuan imperial physician." Rong Fan frowned and shouted, "Tang Miao!"

Tang Miao, the secret guard who felt that he was very negligent, came over in a low voice: "What is your majesty's order?"

"Hui Yixuan will treat it as an accidental fire. Detain Zhou Wanyue's personal maid, drag the body of the guard in the house away for detailed inspection, and check his file history to see if there is anything suspicious." Rong Fan carefully ordered, He slowly took out a chimney from his sleeve, "Chongwei guards guard the safety of the imperial city, and they must report when they enter and leave the city. A guard in charge of standing guard, how did he get such a thing?"

Tang Miao realized later: "There are guards in the room? Madam Zhou and the guards are in the room?"

Rong Fan stared at him coldly, and said with a smile, "Just ask one more question."

Tang Miao immediately cupped his hands and said, "This subordinate obeys the order."

Fu Qiufeng and Rong Fan went back to Bixiao Palace in the same sedan chair. Fu Qiufeng was still in a coma to avoid motion sickness. The imperial doctor was already waiting in Bixiao Palace. Two young eunuchs wiped Fu Qiufeng's face and changed his clothes. , After a lot of tossing, the east is about to dawn.

When Fu Qiufeng woke up in a daze, he looked at his hands, which were folded on his chest and abdomen, with bandages wrapped around his palms. He was dressed in a clean white underclothes with a clear scent of incense, and even his hair was tall. The tall one had her hair in a bun, and she was lying meticulously in the middle of the spacious bed, almost to the point where she could be buried in a coffin.

He didn't quite get used to it, rubbed his temples, he was injured and comatose before, usually what he was when he passed out, he would be what he was when he woke up. his weapons.

Rong Fan's bedroom was dimly lit and vaguely lit, voices could be faintly heard from outside the layered bed curtains, Fu Qiufeng listened attentively, it should be the old doctor's orders.

"The old minister has given acupuncture to Mr. Fu. He is in poor health and overworked. He caught a cold from drinking and was caught in a rush of fire. Then he developed a fever. But Mr. Fu drank alcohol before, and he needs to wait six hours before taking medicine. Old minister Let's go back to Tai Hospital first to study the prescription for Mr. Fu."

"go quickly."

When Fu Qiufeng heard this, he felt a little relieved, even the imperial physician diagnosed him as being in poor health, so Rong Fan should also believe that he does not know martial arts.

"Your Majesty, I have one more word from the old minister. Please be restrained, Your Majesty, and don't make Mr. Fu worse."

"..."

Then Fu Qiufeng heard a rush of footsteps, Rong Fan violently lifted two curtains in a row, walked to the bedside with a wet towel, and met his gaze.

"Are you awake?" Rong Fan put the towel on Fu Qiufeng's head, "How is Qing?"

"Chen..." Fu Qiufeng wanted to get used to saying it would be fine, but after a second thought, he was worried that Rong Fan would come back and continue to question him, so he said hypocritically according to the setting given by the imperial physician, "I have a headache."

"You have a fever." Rong Fan frowned, his tone was not very good, but he was not impatient, and after a while, he brought a glass of warm water, "Drink water?"

"My hand also hurts." Fu Qiufeng continued to pretend to be pitiful.

"Then I'll feed you." Rong Fan picked up the spoon, the bed was really big, he couldn't reach Fu Qiufeng, so he had to lift his legs to get on the bed.

"No, no, I still have my left hand." This scared Fu Qiufeng to the core, he quickly sat up and put up his pillow, leaning back, his back also felt a sharp pain.

"You have a wooden splinter on your shoulder blade, but you have picked it out and applied the medicine, so don't move around." Rong Fan handed him the water glass, and simply sat cross-legged beside Fu Qiufeng.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng held the glass of water, and took a sip weakly under Rong Pin's gaze.

"I shouldn't have forced you to drink." Rong Pin apologized, "I'm capricious."

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback: "Your Majesty doesn't need to care, and I don't care either."

"Zhou Wanyue is right. I like your face. I use you to contain the Duke's government and appreciate your ability." Rong Fan said calmly, "Even if you die to save me, I will not do it for you or for Fu Qiufeng. And sad."

"I understand." Fu Qiufeng gripped the water glass, this is what an emperor should do, the loyalty of the secret guards has never been expected in return.

Rong Fan's expression changed, and he smiled frivolously: "However, the concubine has contributed to saving her, and rewards are still indispensable. What do you want? How about a box of folk pornographic books?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..." Don't mention this, you are still a good emperor just now.