Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Yang Huai's cursing stopped abruptly, and the roots of his teeth trembled under the slowly approaching footsteps.

"He died of a sudden illness, you dare not ask someone to examine the prince's body, and he was buried in a hurry against the rules of etiquette, you must have poisoned the prince!" Yang Huai snapped his chains.

"Poison? I won't be so tolerant." A few flames sprang up in the charcoal basin, and the corners of Rong Fan's eyes were cast with a shadow in the swaying yellow. His voice was long and long, as if it could quietly corrupt people's hearts, "37 Arrows, I have always remembered, I stabbed them one by one, inch by inch, on Rong Yu's body, and nailed them into his flesh and blood."

Yang Huai was stunned, Wei Yuan also rushed back to the dungeon at this time, subconsciously looking at Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng's expression didn't change, he closed the door, bowed his head and stood by the door with Wei Yuan, it was too late to avoid it now.

"My good emperor brother can bleed." Rong Pin sneered contemptuously, "He is the noble son of the empress. I thought he was different from those lowly people. He is blessed by God and protected by dragon energy."

"You are an unfaithful and unfilial traitor who seeks to rebel and usurp the throne. In my heart, only the crown prince can claim the title of emperor!" Yang Huai burst into tears, "You are a promiscuous, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty slave girl, and so is Fu Qiufeng. The concubine born to a singer, a man who favors and misleads the palace to confuse the crowd, Dayi will surely die in your hands!"

"Enough scolding?" Rong Fan asked.

Yang Huai wanted to say more, but Rong Fan suddenly choked him by the throat, and pressed hard on the torture rack, dark marks appeared around the wound on his right arm.

Yang Huai's eyes widened, and a vein popped up on his forehead.

"Your Majesty." Seeing this, Fu Qiufeng stepped forward and knelt down, and said urgently, "Please calm down!"

Wei Yuan followed closely and saluted to persuade: "Your Majesty, calm down, your injury..."

"Your Majesty, although killing him at this moment is quick, you have missed the opportunity to attract the people behind the scenes. Please think twice, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng bent down a little more.

Rong Fan slowly turned his head and stared at Fu Qiufeng. He loosened one index finger, allowing Yang Huai to take a breath, and then tightened it suddenly. He only heard a series of hoarse breaths squeezed out from the extremely oppressed throat. Yang Huai His eyes were bulging, and his entire purple face was distorted out of shape.

"You dare to stop me." Rong Pin's voice was set off against the wailing of the dying, like snowflakes in the cold winter, a piece of weightless, but the accumulated storm is enough to shake the city and the mountains.

Fu Qiufeng held his breath slightly, he felt a thousand-thousandth of pressure in Rong Pin's sight, as if he was slowly suffocated by a soft and tight snake wrapped around his neck, and the most primitive tremor appeared in the murderous aura and desire.

"Your Majesty... everything is planned by His Majesty, but I am willing to obey His Majesty's will."

Rong Fan narrowed his eyes a little bit, his slender eyelashes covered some sharp eyes, then smiled and let go, shaking the drool and tears from his hands in disgust.

Fu Qiufeng stood up, took a few steps to the corner to fetch a water basin, and brought it to Rong Fan.

"Just listen to you once." Rong Fan washed his hands, dried Fu Qiufeng's lapel, and ordered back out of the torture room, "A detailed examination, let him spit out everything he can vomit, and then tie him to the Imperial Garden Here, chop off a finger every day, and send Chongweiwei elite guards, neither too strict nor too loose, and then release the news that this person colluded with the former rebel party, intending to kill the king and usurp the throne to overthrow Dayi, but the evidence is convincing, but he still stubbornly resists If you don’t confess, you will be tortured severely to show the public, to imitate others, and anyone in the palace who defends this traitor will be punished with the same crime!”

Wei Yuan immediately cupped his hands and said, "This subordinate understands."

Rong Fan looked at Fu Qiufeng and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Your Majesty is wise." Fu Qiufeng praised decisively, "Your injury needs to be bandaged as soon as possible."

"Based on what you heard today, I can silence you." Rong Fan leaned against the cold wall, "Is there still room to worry about my injuries?"

"Your Majesty needs me now, and when Your Majesty doesn't need me, I will let you handle me." Fu Qiufeng bowed his head obediently.

"Hmph." Rong Fan glanced at him lukewarmly, walked quickly into the next door, and looked at Hui Yixuan's maidservant sitting in the room. The candlelight and makeup made her somewhat similar to Chen Tingfang, Tang Miao and Liu He stood in the room, the two rooms were not soundproof, and they opened the door to let Yang Huai hear clearly, they didn't dare to listen to what Rong Fan said later, but Yang Huai yelled clearly.

Tang Miao was quite clever, he secretly grabbed Liu He, knelt down and said firmly, "I will follow His Majesty to the death!"

"Get up." Rong Fan waved his hand, "Go to Chongweiwei to transfer people, surround the Zhuque Palace, search Yang Huai's residence, do things better, change the fine from March to January, Mr. Fu, let's go."

"Yes." Tang Miao took the order.

Tang Miao was still thinking about how to be so beautiful. Fu Qiufeng passed by him and reminded: "Remember to be public."

Liu He thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

Fu Qiufeng followed Rong Fan to the pharmacy of Shuang Ren Terrace, and the hidden guards were inevitably injured. Although the scale of this place is far smaller than that of Tai Hospital, the golden sore medicine related to Jin Ren trauma is all of the best quality. The medical officer who was reading a book quickly got up and saluted Rong Fan .

"Prepare warm water in an empty room." Rong Pin ordered, and the medical officer guided the two of them to the inner room with ease.

Fu Qiufeng observed that the medical officer prepared the warm water gauze as usual, and he seemed to be familiar with it, which made him even more surprised that Rong Ping, as the emperor, could have suffered some injuries in just three days.

"Since I sat on this dragon chair, countless people have stared at me, wanting me to die." Rong Fan sat down on the couch, "But it's been three years, and I'm still alive and well."

Fu Qiufeng stood beside him silently, the room was surprisingly quiet, so he had no choice but to answer: "Won't Your Majesty call the medical officer?"

"I don't like other people approaching." Rong Fan stared at Fu Qiufeng jokingly, raised his right arm and put it on the middle and small table of the couch, "But you are my beloved concubine, and this opportunity is given to you."

The corners of Fu Qiufeng's mouth were slightly pursed, and he bent down to untie Rong Fen's gauntlet belt, and opened one of his sleeves. The white undershirt was already wet with blood, Fu Qiufeng frowned, and his movements were much faster, and he unbuttoned the undercoat gently. After peeling off the cloth attached to the skin, Rong Rong took a slight breath.

"It hurts me." Rong Fan tugged Fu Qiufeng's wrist with his left hand, "Be gentle."

"...Yes." Fu Qiufeng's ears were itchy when he said it in a coquettish tone, and then he looked at Rong Jing's clothes half uncovered, his complexion was pale, but unexpectedly there were some muscular contours, showing a faint sense of flexibility and strength, not as it appeared on the surface fragile.

"Look again, I want you to be responsible." Rong Fan smiled.

Fu Qiufeng became embarrassed under Rong Fan's playful eyes, turned his head hastily, picked up the towel in the basin and wrung it dry, lowered his head and wiped off the blood on Rong Fan's arm without looking sideways.

"I don't want to ask why I got hurt?" Rong Fan asked.

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask." Fu Qiufeng said politely,

"I want to hear your question." Rong Fan insisted.

"Your Majesty...but you went to Yangwuwei to investigate in person?" Fu Qiufeng turned his head slightly to look at him.

Just as Rong Fan was about to speak, there was a sharp pain in the wound. Fu Qiufeng quickly poured the medicine powder on it, wiped off the excess with gauze, and wrapped it tightly twice. The number of weapons in the Yangwuwei warehouse in the suburbs far exceeds the records of the Ministry of War, and there are heavy crossbow artillery hidden in it. Xu Wenbin, the general of Yangwuwei, is Chen Junde's son-in-law, and I am afraid they have turned their backs."

Fu Qiufeng was a little surprised: "Yang Huai also said that the mysterious person may be in the imperial army, but even Yang Wuwei, it is impossible to disappear without a trace in Da Nei... Since your Majesty is under attack, then the Does Xing expose his identity?"

"I've already dealt with the sentry post who shot cold arrows. Others will just think that he died suddenly while drunk." Rong Fan moved his fingers, "You don't need to be a recorder at the Frost Blade Platform."

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback, and tentatively asked: "What's wrong with me?"

Rong Fan looked at him with great interest, until he looked down at Fu Qiufeng a little bit, and then said mercifully: "Don't worry, I am very satisfied with your performance, the word inspection will be omitted, and you will be the Frost Blade Platform from now on." The only record."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Fu Qiufeng's heart relaxed, and he bowed to thank him, "Yang Wuwei secretly hid weapons and concealed military information, when will His Majesty plan to deal with Xu Wenbin?"

"Shh." Rong Fan covered his lips with his index finger, "I have a plan to promote my martial arts, so I cut off Chen Junde's minions first, and then asked the secret, are you going to sleep with me?"

"You are injured." Fu Qiufeng was no longer afraid of Rong Fan's tricks, "It's better to fasten your clothes first to avoid catching cold."

"Hmph, go back to Lanxin Pavilion, the harem is very lively now." Rong Fan slightly raised his chin, "I'll look for you later."

Fu Qiufeng also wanted to know Chen Tingfang's face at this time. When he returned, he deliberately went around the Suzaku Palace. Shuangrentai and Chongweiwei deliberately did not disperse the palace people when handling the case. The secret letter was found in Yang Huai's room.

Chen Tingfang couldn't believe it, she lost her composure and hid her face in public, weeping and sat down on the ground, saying that she was not strict in controlling her subordinates, and that she was ashamed to apologize to His Majesty with death, which made people feel sympathetic.

Fu Qiufeng returned to the Lanxin Pavilion, Xiaoyuanzi was in a hurry for a long time, he was relieved when he saw Fu Qiufeng came back intact, wanted to go up to ask, but seemed to be a little apprehensive, and waited timidly by the door.

"Concubine Xian didn't make things difficult for you, did she?" Fu Qiufeng smiled and asked warmly.

"No." Yuanzi said.

"Relax." Fu Qiufeng gave him a soothing look, "You are different from Zhang Cai, I can trust you, otherwise how could I entrust you with such an important task."

"Young Master said that you are His Majesty's confidant, so you don't need slaves to be mediocre." Xiao Yuanzi lowered her head in embarrassment, and saw bloodstains on Fu Qiufeng's shoulder with sharp eyes, and said nervously, "Young Master, where are you hurt?"

Fu Qiufeng glanced at his shoulder, took off Yuebai's coat and handed it to him: "This was wiped by His Majesty, there is no need to wash it."

Xiaoyuanzi thought for a while, and said clearly: "Yes, I will put it away, slave girl!"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng sighed: "I mean throw it away, light-colored fabrics can't be washed clean."

He took back the recorded confessions from Shangguan Yu's maid, looked at them one by one, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with them. He wanted to find another coat, but he searched through the wardrobe, but there were no more decent clothes.

In the evening, when Rong Fan came to Lanxin Pavilion, it was the first time he saw Fu Qiufeng standing at the door so formally, and he went out to greet him as soon as he came.

"Please sit down, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng seriously invited Rong Fan into the main hall, "Your Majesty, please have some tea."

Holding the cup of tea, Rong Fan felt a little awkward instead, and looked at him with his eyes: "I have nothing to do to show courtesy, if you have any needs, just tell me."

"Yang Huai has already confessed, and the only thing left is to catch the mysterious person behind the scenes. This case is temporarily over." Fu Qiufeng asked standing beside Rong Fan.

"It is." Rong Fan reluctantly said.

"Then you promised me the official uniform?" Fu Qiufeng reminded, "Your Majesty's golden words, I believe you will still remember."

Rong Fan couldn't help laughing: "Sit down, I will send someone to measure the size for you tomorrow and order a few sets."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng saluted, "How did you deal with Concubine Xian?"

"How else can I deal with it?" Rong Fan raised his eyebrows, "She and her father kowtow in the palace and the other outside the palace. No matter how angry I am, no matter how thorough the investigation, I will have to ask the imperial doctor to see her injuries."

"Your Majesty is merciful." Fu Qiufeng echoed.

"I changed the servant girl in her palace, she will not come to you again in the future." Rong Pin raised his teacup.

Fu Qiufeng didn't know why, so he got up and looked at Rong Fan suspiciously.

Rong Fan laughed happily and poured him a cup of tea himself: "Tsk, I really don't win."

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help but want to laugh, he didn't react, he lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, this was an experience he had never experienced before, an emperor asked him to celebrate with tea instead of wine while calculating.

Fu Qiufeng stepped forward to take the cup, he should have slandered this meaningless action for losing the majesty of the emperor, but at this moment he was smiling lightly from Rong Jing, unexpectedly feeling pretty good.

Feng Ji came to Lanxin Pavilion quickly, and said at the entrance of the main hall: "Your Majesty, the empress dowager wants to see you."

Rong Fan and Fu Qiufeng clinked glasses, sipped slightly bitter tea, and said casually: "No, if the Empress Dowager wants to care about the virtuous concubine, she can go to Suzaku Palace. I am annoyed by the assassins of the rebellious party, and I don't have to go to court tomorrow morning." Now, prepare a carriage and go to Lanxin Pavilion, I will take Mr. Fu out to relax."