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When Fu Qiufeng heard this, not only did he not lose his mind, but he was terribly worried.

Feng Ji could only say yes, and left after taking his orders. Fu Qiufeng wanted to speak a few times, but held back, and silently brought the teacup to his lips, but he still couldn't hold back, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, is there only one carriage? You don't plan to bring more people?"

"What do you do with so many? I want to visit privately in a micro-service, not to parade around the streets." Rong Pin said.

"I'm afraid that leaking the news will be dangerous." Fu Qiufeng was worried.

"I'll take Wei Yuan with me," Rong Fan said.

"A person lacks the skills to separate himself, at least send a team of guards in normal clothes to accompany him in disguise, plus hidden guards for covert protection. Someone will monitor the situation and report back on time while traveling along the route?" Fu Qiufeng said.

"You know the defense arrangement very well." Rong Fan looked at him with a smile.

"I learned it at the Frost Blade Terrace." Fu Qiufeng immediately pretended to be innocent, "Although I don't have a photographic memory, I do have some experience in reading."

"It's not Qianfeng Township anymore." Rong Pin teased him, "Don't worry, I will protect you if something happens."

Fu Qiufeng thought that I would be satisfied if you can protect yourself, he thought for a while, and insisted: "Then please be sure to send a secret guard to accompany you secretly."

"Hmph, when I was out of the palace with the imperial concubine, she was never so wordy." Rong Fan raised his eyebrows and turned his head.

"The imperial concubine is highly skilled in martial arts, and the minister has no strength to restrain the chicken." Fu Qiufeng emphasized, "Let's take it as the minister's request."

"Alas." Rong Fan sighed and pretended to be troubled, "I will serve you tonight, I promise you."

Fu Qiufeng: "..." You should still be assassinated.

"It's just a joke, I'm sure it will be." Rong Fan smiled narrowly, "Go and cook two dishes, it's time for dinner."

Fu Qiufeng put down the teacup, he was always in deep confusion, he was self-aware, he knew how much his cooking skills were, and Rong Yan asked him to cook several times, either because he was used to delicacies from mountains and seas and wanted something purer, or because of his sense of taste Something is wrong.

Fu Qiufeng said politely: "Your Majesty, haven't you seen the imperial physician?"

Rong Fan: "What's the matter with the imperial physician?"

"Uh, it's okay, it's nothing." Fu Qiufeng went down cautiously.

After they had dinner, Rong Fan went to Zhuyun Pavilion to get a new sachet, and came back more than an hour later, and saw Fu Qiufeng running in the courtyard again, with his tall hair shaking from side to side, his long and well-proportioned figure wrapped in moon white Under the dark clothes, the belt outlines a thin and straight waist, which looks even more vigorous in the courtyard where the bright moon is shining.

Rong Fan stood at the door watching for a while, and when Fu Qiufeng ran over, he said with a smile: "If you want to practice martial arts, you can ask the hidden guards at Shuangrentai for advice."

Fu Qiufeng paused and breathed a sigh of relief: "If you practice internal skills at this age, I'm afraid it will be difficult to improve."

"I only learned it in my teens." Rong Fan comforted him.

Fu Qiufeng thought to himself, no wonder you are so good, he invited Rong Fan in: "Xiao Yuanzi has already boiled the water."

"You go, I have bathed in Zhuyun Pavilion." Rong Fan said.

Fu Qiufeng didn't pay attention just now, and when he entered the brightly lit room, he found that Rong Fan had changed into similar clothes, his hair was also slightly damp, and a faint fragrance lingered around him, much better than the greasy sachet before.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized that Lanxin Pavilion and Zhuyun Pavilion were both in Sijing Palace, so it would take an hour and a half to come back, they must have done something that needed a bath by the way.

"I understand." Fu Qiufeng nodded understandingly, "It's so late, and you still come here, Mr. Lin will inevitably be sad and lonely, Zhuyun Pavilion is not far from here, even if you live in Zhuyun Pavilion, it will not delay your trip tomorrow morning , look..."

"What do you understand?" Rong Fan frowned, "He is brewing medicine, do I live there and smell the smoke?"

"Is Mr. Lin ill? Mr. Lin is sick and you have received His Majesty's favor, so you should care about him more." Fu Qiufeng urged him to leave.

"What favor?" Rong Fan was speechless, "It was he who knocked over the medicine and stained my clothes, so I went back to Bixiao Palace to change."

"Then you are angry with Mr. Lin?" Fu Qiufeng guessed.

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan sighed: "You don't know Mr. Lin, why do you care so much about him?"

Rong Fan explained: "I'm not angry, and he's not sick, I just took a sachet."

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a moment: "You didn't talk to Mr. Lin...?"

Rong Fan pushed him and yelled at him impatiently: "Don't mention him again, go take a bath, I'm going to bed, don't bother me when it's late."

"The minister will definitely be late!" Fu Qiufeng said decisively, "So it is better for the minister to sleep in the main hall."

Rong Yan choked, and raised a tone of warning: "You are so energetic, then come and sleep."

Fu Qiufeng quickly retracted the preface and went to wash and change clothes.

He was really curious that Mr. Lin could make this kind of sachet, he must be able to do something extraordinary, and he should work in Tai Hospital instead of staying at Zhuyun Pavilion.

Rong Fan got into the quilt and yawned. He felt a little tired when he closed his eyes. The injury on his right arm was aching. He wanted to sleep all day tomorrow, but according to the plan, he had to leave in the morning.

Fu Qiufeng laid down on the side of the bed lightly, Rong Fan moved to the middle to make room for him, Fu Qiufeng was a little surprised, and whispered: "I sleep well, don't move much, it doesn't matter if you move to the side."

"As you like." Rong Fan said lazily, he was about to fall asleep, and after a while, Fu Qiufeng lay down quietly, and he threw the quilt over, and the slight warmth came, and he couldn't hold it anymore Sleepy and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the female officer of the Shangfu Bureau came to the Lanxin Pavilion, and took someone to measure Fu Qiufeng's size in detail. When asked about his preference, Fu Qiufeng solemnly ordered: "Black is good, it doesn't need to be too complicated. Love black."

"Don't you think it's boring?" Rong Fan came out of the bedroom and asked.

"I'm used to it, and it's easy to wash off if it's stained with blood." Fu Qiufeng said seriously.

The female officer at the side looked at each other in blank dismay, and retreated with complicated emotions in the face of this slightly scary reason.

The carriage prepared by Feng Ji has already parked at the door. It looks plain on the outside, but inside it is covered with padded diptero incense, which is indeed more comfortable than ordinary carriages. Step whispered: "My lord, can I take a step to speak."

Rong Fan nodded, and walked a little further away from Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan took out three pieces of letter paper and unfolded them, and said solemnly: "Look, my lord, this is a letter sent back by the people sent to Qianfeng Township in a hurry. It is the letter that Fu Qiufeng once wrote. The family letter that was written for someone else belongs to two people, and the handwriting is the same, but it is completely different from the one you gave to your subordinates."

"...Are you sure?" Rong Fan clenched his fists, slowly frowned, and looked back at Fu Qiufeng, who was standing quietly waiting in front of the car.

"It's sure." Wei Yuan said in a low voice, "There must be something wrong with Fu Qiufeng's identity, do you want to take it down immediately?"

Rong Fan took a deep breath, his eyes became colder and colder, he felt bored, thinking of the words of loyalty that Fu Qiufeng said, he only felt extremely ironic, disappointed but also took it for granted.

There is no such thing as a country widow with outstanding ability, every mouthful of His Majesty, it's all a conspiracy, he was really so obsessed with this set of sweet words that he forgot to teach him a lesson.

"Continue as planned today, and we'll wait for the trial when we return to the palace." Rong Fan let go of his right hand calmly, turned around and smiled at Fu Qiufeng, "Get in the car."

The three of them and a hidden guard in charge of driving the car left the palace early, Fu Qiufeng and Rong Fan sat on one side, Wei Yuan sat on the opposite side, staring at the floor with his sword in his arms, sitting upright.

Fu Qiufeng realized a problem: "Your Majesty, what should I call you after leaving the palace?"

"What do you say?" Rong Fan asked back.

"Master?" Fu Qiufeng glanced at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan frowned, a little displeased.

Fu Qiufeng thought to himself that he was afraid that someone would take your place, Rong Fan was noncommittal, and he thought again: "Then how about calling the young master?"

"Hum." Rong Fan exhaled a syllable lightly.

Fu Qiufeng thought hard and waited until the carriages had left the city gate before deciding: "Then forgive me for offending, brother."

Rong Fan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng said in a deep voice, "Brother, Rong Fan felt that he had grown ten years out of thin air, not like an emperor, but like a bandit leader in the rivers and lakes. He raised his hand and said: "Let's call the Lord, after you go out, you will be my followers." nursing home."

Fu Qiufeng was a little breathless, it seemed that he had tried his best to arrange several plans, but the superior slapped his head and said it was better to be the first one. Wei Yuan turned his eyes away and switched his sword from left to right.

"It's just a temporary title. Commander Wei, bear with it and don't take it to heart." Fu Qiufeng comforted.

"I didn't." Wei Yuan argued.

"Thoughts are written all over your face." Fu Qiufeng laughed, "The Lord has ordered, everyone, don't be restrained. The important thing about private visits on microservices is not to reveal your identity."

The three of them left the imperial city, and the carriage drove directly to the most prosperous street in the capital. There were not many people in the early morning, and many of them were children from rich families who came out to eat.

Since Fu Qiufeng came to Dayi, it was the first time he saw such a bustling street scene. All kinds of shop signs beside the buildings were blowing in the wind, the vendors were all smiling, the running children and the mother who raised her voice to pay attention. The capital he was in was just as alive...but there was a difference, there were two more people walking by his side.

"Whatever you want to eat, buy it yourself." Rong Pin generously threw a money bag to Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng bargained: "If I don't buy it, can you give me the money?"

Rong Fan stared at him sympathetically, and patted him on the shoulder: "Aqiu, I won't let you live the old life again, you don't need to save money that should be spent."

Fu Qiufeng shuddered secretly, thinking why didn't you give me a few hundred taels? They were planning to go to the restaurant to have breakfast first, when they walked to the door, they heard a woman screaming, and then they saw the private room on the second floor A girl holding a pipa stumbled against the window sill.

Fu Qiufeng took two steps back, and seeing someone approaching and forcing her, Fu Qiufeng immediately looked at Rong Fan, but there was no writing above his head, this commotion should not be an assassination.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the girl suddenly and unexpectedly turned around and leaned on the window frame, closed her eyes and jumped out of the window.

Just as Wei Yuan entered the store, Fu Qiufeng pretended not to know martial arts and didn't move, but Rong Fan flew up into the air, caught her before she fell, landed smoothly, and put her down on his knees.

"Girl, what happened to be so extreme?" Fu Qiufeng went over and asked softly.

The girl trembled and burst into tears, she was speechless for a while, and drunken shouts and curses came from the second floor.

"Bah! A singing prostitute, I'm not willing to let you have a good time with the young master!"

Fu Qiufeng looked up, and was shocked to find that the man was actually the playboy young master of the Duke's Mansion, Fu Qiufeng's third brother, Fu Jingze.

There were a few cronies around Fu Jingze, they all pulled him back and persuaded: "Third young master, it's early in the morning, calm down, it's that woman who doesn't know how to flatter her, let's not argue with her."

"Damn it! That bastard controls the wind and rain in the palace, and he has more means than women. The singing girls are all vixen, so why should they be so noble?" Fu Jingze spat, "When my young master goes out now, others point and say I have a good sister who can twist her butt, and I was laughed to death."

Fu Qiufeng clicked his tongue secretly. Fu Jingze didn't recognize him, and he didn't bother to care about it. He was about to give the girl some money to let her go, but the girl sat on the ground and looked at Rong Fan worriedly, and said at a loss: "Benefactor, you... Are you okay?"

Rong Fan's face turned pale, he was half-kneeling and lowered his hands, his fingers were trembling, and he was looking towards the void.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Fu Qiufeng squatted down carefully to test, Rong Fan shouldn't suffer internal injuries if he picks up a girl.

"Help me." Rong Fan said in a low voice.

Fu Qiufeng quickly grabbed his arm and stood up, and gave the girl a silver ticket, telling her to go first.

"My lord, are you feeling unwell?" Fu Qiufeng asked nervously, "Do you want to go back to the palace first?"

Rong Fan lowered his head and panted for a while, closed his eyes, calmed down a bit, pushed his hand away and turned to the restaurant: "It's okay, I'm going to kill someone."