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"If I don't serve His Majesty, I don't know what else I can do well."

Fu Qiufeng lowered his eyes, two lines of bloodstains seemed to cut his face, and answered the question mechanically in a forbearing and empty expression.

Rong Fan's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced back the emotion in his heart, and continued to ask: "Duke Xiangguo, did you have anything to tell you?"

"Proceed with caution, and don't offend Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng's mind was filled with noisy and sharp explosions, as if in a dream of drifting with the tide, he struggled to gather attention, tried his best to restrain his words, and still hugged the dead wood in the flood Like a person in distress, he will be overwhelmed and crushed by an irresistible force in the next moment.

"Which direction is the Frost Blade Platform in Lanxin Pavilion?"

"East, southeast."

"Who ordered you?"

"Not..."

"Do you really trust Yuanzi?"

"I do not believe."

Rong Fan asked a few irrelevant questions one after another. The poison of Mo Dou had not dissipated. Even a professionally trained assassin would find it difficult to fabricate a lie. Fu Qiufeng's answer was without hesitation. He sighed shortly and stretched out his hand to gently support Fu Qiufeng. back.

"Do you really trust His Majesty?"

"I don't have to doubt it."

"Do you know martial arts?"

"...I'm practicing."

Hearing this answer, Rong Fan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little. He hesitated a little, but still held Fu Qiufeng's wrist hanging by his side, but found that the hand felt cold even to him, and there were two newly ground soft palms. blisters that look like scars from practice holding a knife.

"Does it hurt?" Rong Fan asked softly.

"It hurts." Fu Qiufeng moved his fingers subconsciously, and his thin voice revealed a trace of real emotion, "I didn't, it's half a lie, it seems... give me a good time."

Rong Fan was slightly taken aback, even if he really whipped the whip, he would not want to die, he sighed again in his heart what Fu Qiufeng had come up with, and finally asked: "Before the Frost Blade Terrace, where did you work? "

"Lanxin Pavilion."

The corner of Rong Fan's mouth twitched: "What happened before Lanxin Pavilion?"

"Darkness..." Fu Qiufeng spit out a word, the resistance deep in his consciousness made him wake up for a moment, and swallowed back the words that were about to blurt out, "According to the family situation, I will do part-time work."

"Go to sleep, I understand." Rong Fan finally heaved a sigh of relief, a little thankful, he gently wiped the blood and cold sweat on Fu Qiufeng's face with his cuff, but Fu Qiufeng turned his head away, curled up and trembled under the torture rack.

Rong Fan sat beside him, turned his face and smashed his fingers to the ground in annoyance, Wei Yuan fetched a basin of water, twisted a towel and handed it to Rong Fan, Rong Fan took it and touched it, then threw it back, dissatisfied: " It's so cold, if you don't know how to take care of others, don't be courteous."

Wei Yuan looked at Fu Qiufeng and went to pour hot water aggrieved.

Fu Qiufeng sat quietly for a long while, and finally blinked his dry eyes. His disconnected mind came back to Tianling Gai from the erratic and confusing world, connected to his body, and hurriedly looked at his hands. He could still see them, but his hands were gone. broken.

Questions answered before came to mind one by one, he was stunned for a moment, squinted at the ceiling and said hoarsely: "Mo Dou's phantom poison."

"Yes." Rong Fan admitted, "You have also solved many difficult problems for me, and I don't want to torture you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your tolerance." Fu Qiufeng's tone was surprisingly calm. He propped himself on the ground and got up a little bit, leaning on the torture frame and lowering his eyes, "Since I have cleared my suspicions, can Your Majesty allow me to return to Lanxin Pavilion?"

Rong Fan suddenly had a dark fire, he wanted Fu Qiufeng to watch him, even if he complained a few words.

But Fu Qiufeng lowered his head, was poured cold water all over his body, and his drenched temple hair was sticking to his cheeks. Even so, Rong Mei didn't see the slightest number on his head, not to mention Jiu being so tall, not even one.

"Don't you blame me?" Rong Fan stood up with deep eyes.

"I dare not." Fu Qiufeng said distantly.

Rong Fan raised his breath sharply, flung his sleeves and turned his back, angrily said: "You go back now!"

Fu Qiufeng bowed and saluted, with shadows in his vision, as if there was a lantern flickering in the wind hanging in front of him, covering the scene with flickering light spots, he closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them again, the light Suddenly, it fell into darkness like a thick cloth.

He froze for a while, and covered his eyes with trembling fingertips in disbelief, even though he opened and closed them several times, he still couldn't get rid of the sticky black.

"Master Fu? You're awake."

Wei Yuan finally came back with a basin filled with hot water, Rong Pin gave him another gouged look, Wei Yuan became more and more unable to guess what Rong Pin was thinking, so he had to withdraw to the side.

Fu Qiufeng walked towards the door stiffly based on his memory, his pace was very slow, and his vision showed no signs of recovery. He wanted to move forward tentatively but bumped into the chair, groaned and nearly fell down.

Wei Yuan felt strange, he stepped forward to help Fu Qiufeng up, the arm he was holding was trembling slightly, his fingers subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, and opened it again as if in pain, he looked up at Rong Fan, not knowing what to do Cuo said: "Master? You..."

"Why can't you even go on the road?" Rong Pin bit the corner of his mouth, pretending to be impatient and dragging Fu Qiufeng back, "Mo Dou doesn't have the ability to paralyze people."

"Your Majesty knows your mistake." Fu Qiufeng broke away from Rong Pin's hand, "I have upset His Majesty, so I will step back."

"I didn't...huh." Rong Fan had nowhere to vent his anger, and watched Fu Qiufeng stagger out while supporting the wall, and kicked over the chairs in the room with his legs.

When his eyes were still good, Fu Qiufeng had never touched the texture of the dungeon wall so clearly.

I don't know if it's because the poison is still there, or because his brain hasn't let him go, but he can still feel the sharp pain of the nail being snapped off by the pliers. This feeling fades slowly, but his nails are still intact on his hands. There was a dry rubbing sound against the wall.

He couldn't hate it, but he was a little depressed, as if the poison dug out something from his chest, allowing the damp coolness of the dungeon to sneak in. He walked along the wall, but he still didn't know how to return to the Lanxin Pavilion. All kinds of injuries, but at least he has never been blind. The pavilions and pavilions in the palace are complicated and scattered.

You can't let the dark guards on duty send you back, how can the former leader of the dark cabinet be so incompetent and embarrassed.

Fu Qiufeng sighed softly, and when he lifted his foot, he suddenly knocked on the steps, lost his balance and knelt down.

Rong Fan didn't want to go with Fu Qiufeng, seeing his cold and drooping face, Rong Fan couldn't help thinking that it was his own fault, he was pacing around the room irritablely, Wei Yuan was almost dizzy by him, and then At this time, there was a muffled sound in the corridor, and there was no other movement for a long time.

Wei Yuan tentatively said: "My lord, don't you want to go and have a look? Mr. Fu doesn't seem to have gone out yet."

"Didling, delaying my return to Bixiao Palace." Rong Fan said in a cold voice with his sleeves flicked, and strode out of the execution room.

Fu Qiufeng sat on the steps, leaning against the wall to adjust his breath silently, when he heard the door of the torture room slam, he opened his eyes and stopped, slowly stood up and wanted to leave.

"Stop." Rong Fan shouted coldly, "Let's drop by and talk at Tianyuan Gate."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng followed Rong Fan, he still had the ability to listen to voices to distinguish his position, and he followed Rong Fan vainly.

They walked for a while, Rong Fan turned his head several times, and gradually realized that something was wrong, after standing still and holding his breath, Fu Qiufeng also stopped in place, looking around blankly.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Rong Pin clasped Fu Qiufeng's shoulders, forcing him to raise his head to face himself, those eyes that were supposed to be sharp were now dimmed, and they were not focused when looking at him.

"Dug out by His Majesty." Fu Qiufeng said flatly, "In the hallucination."

Rong Fan was stunned: "What did I goug out your eyes for? How can you do things for me even if you are blind?"

Fu Qiufeng bowed his head: "I'm blind now, I can't do things for His Majesty, it's useless for me."

Rong Fan took a tight breath, raised his fingers and shook them in front of him, but there was no response.

"Impossible, this dose of phantom poison won't hurt anyone, even if a weak woman is poisoned..." Rong Fan finally became impatient at this moment, staring into Fu Qiufeng's eyes, "You, what else do you feel uncomfortable about?"

"No." Fu Qiufeng said sullenly.

"Tell the truth!" Rong Fan growled in a low voice that could not be refused. He bent down and lifted Fu Qiufeng's legs to hug him horizontally.

"It's the truth." Fu Qiufeng said, "I can leave."

"Hmph, didn't I break your leg in the hallucination?" Rong Pin said coldly.

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a while, and said: "You broke my hand."

Rong Pin choked, even though it was an illusion, it didn't sound like it, he thought he was good to his subordinates, even if Wei Yuan failed the mission, he never hit anyone hard.

"I won't break your hand. What are you going to do to write official documents when you don't have a recorder?" Rong Fan snorted, "But you are so talented, you can write with your feet, right?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng said honestly: "I really can't do this, I'm already a useless person, and I don't have the right to stay in the Frost Blade Terrace."

Rong Fan was angry and helpless, and frowned: "You are not qualified to leave the Frost Blade Terrace, and you have sworn allegiance to me, even if you are blind, you have to sweep the floor and wash your clothes on the Frost Blade Platform."

Fu Qiufeng became silent again, the night wind blew through his wet clothes, he was so tired from the cold, he agreed nonchalantly: "Yes."

"What is it?" Rong Fan wanted to get angry, but Fu Qiufeng had no expression on his face, even his eyes were lacking in brilliance, his handsome pale face was full of repulsive aura, so he didn't know where to vent it.

Fu Qiufeng simply closed his eyes and shook his head half asleep, only to be woken up by Xiaoyuanzi's surprise.

"My lord, you are back... What's the matter with you?" Xiao Yuanzi rushed out with his clothes tied up in a mess, wanting to pick up Fu Qiufeng, but Rong Yan passed him and went directly into the bedroom, and put Fu Qiufeng on the bed.

Rong Fan said with a sullen face, "I've been poisoned, so I can't see."

"Ah? Young master, who killed a thousand swords poisoned you?" Xiaoyuanzi took off Fu Qiufeng's shoes and wiped his face in a panic.

Rong Fan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng prevaricated with a headache: "I was accidentally bitten by a snake."

"You've suffered... Your clothes are wet anyway. Get up, and this servant will change you into clean ones." Xiao Yuanzi took off his underwear, helped Fu Qiufeng up, and untied the belt that was tied up indiscriminately. The red and swollen scar on the chest, gasped and said in surprise, "Oh, this wound, which bastard dares to bully you?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan interjected and ordered: "Xiao Yuanzi, go to the Zhuyun Pavilion and invite Mr. Lin to come over, and just say that I have something important to do."

Although Xiao Yuanzi didn't understand what he meant, he didn't dare to disobey Rong Fan, so he nodded and walked away quickly.

Fu Qiufeng changed his inner clothes by himself, his fingers were not very flexible, and he didn't bother to tie them, so he wrapped himself in the quilt and nestled in the bed.

Rong Fan sat down by the bed, the phantom poison consumed a lot of energy, Fu Qiufeng fell asleep quickly, his brows were tightly locked in sleep, he stretched out his hand to press, trying to loosen the fine lines, but Fu Qiufeng frowned tighter.

Rong Fan took a deep breath and sighed, he also died once, and then he made up his mind, if no one agrees with him, then he will give this ridiculous life the meaning of continuation.

Be loyal to me... Is it what you mean?

Fu Qiufeng realized that he was in a dream, and the surrounding scenery was chaotic. For a while, it was the snow field in the extreme north, and for a while, he was by the wet lake. He saw himself lying on the bank covered in blood, and someone was crawling out of the lake in the night. Before he could look at that person's face again, the scene turned to the burning main room and the boy holding the knife. He shouted at himself and hated to stop him, and finally everything settled and stopped in the main hall of the dark pavilion. middle.

Could it be that Mo Dou bit him again.

Fu Qiufeng was thinking wildly, the flower window behind him shone with clear light, the flowers, leaves, birdsong and the dust in the beam of light sprinkled on the desk, the people in the dark pavilion were lifeless, but the decoration was spacious and bright enough, he stood by the desk After quietly listening to the new emperor's will, he took the glass of poisoned wine.

"I have some questions, it's my own curiosity." The new emperor watched him finish drinking, put his hands on the table with trembling hands, and the wine glass rolled to the ground, "Father has believed in you the most in his life, even if he has been drinking for two years. I can't even listen to what I say, but he still stubbornly believes in you, don't you have any selfishness?"

"My lord, I will be Your Majesty all my life...with no selfishness at all." Fu Qiufeng said intermittently, dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, soaking a book that was too late to read, and he couldn't bear the pain of burning his chest and abdomen , Accidentally swept away the "Secret History of Jinluan".

The warm light fell on him, and the black clothes soon became warm, but the cold sweat had already soaked the sporadic white frost on his temples.

"I believe in you." The new emperor nodded, "Do you still have a wish? Because you are the late emperor's confidant, I will give you the whole body."

Fu Qiufeng struggled against the flower window and fell down, buried his face in the crook of his arms, and bit his sleeve. He is the master of the dark pavilion, the leader of the dark guard who is feared by the government and the public. He doesn't want to make his expression too embarrassing. If It is too ironic that the Lord of the Dark Pavilion died just like the corpses of those nameless barren tombs.

But he still has a trivial wish, he wants to ask the new emperor to agree, he raises a little corner of his vision, and realizes that the new emperor kneels beside him at some time, his face gradually blurs, and suddenly changes into Rong Feng.

Rong Fan put his hand on his shoulder and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare."

……

In the quiet bedroom where you could hear needles falling, Rong Fan leaned against the bedpost and did not leave. Fu Qiufeng babbled in a trembling voice. ".

Rong Pin had mixed feelings, and wanted to pull the quilt for Fu Qiufeng, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Fu Qiufeng suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaved violently, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, he uttered a request that he didn't have enough time in his previous life: "Your Majesty, bury the bones of my minister in my hometown..."

He was stunned for a while, then let go of Rong Fan, and fell silent.

"Qianfeng Township is so good?" Rong Yu said coolly, "You hurt me too, let's get even."

Fu Qiufeng didn't speak.

"Lie down, I'll give you the medicine." Rong Pin dug out the wound medicine from the drawer. The last time I asked Feng Ji to give me a variety of medicines, I just need them now.

Fu Qiufeng didn't move.

"You really blame me." Rong Fan sighed, "I have sent someone to invite the doctor."

"I dare not." Fu Qiufeng said in a muffled voice.

"If you're disobedient, I'll let you sit in bed." Rong Fan used the old trick to scare him.

"Okay." Fu Qiufeng lifted half of the quilt and sat up, with a calm tone, "Since it is His Majesty's order, do you do it or take it off yourself?"

As he spoke, he tore off the loose undershirt, the placket slipped from his shoulders, revealing a piece of snow-white skin, his damp hair was disheveled behind him, and his eyes were blank, which made the bright red wound less ferocious and added a bit of temptation .

Rong Fan looked at his rough movements in astonishment, opened his eyes subconsciously, and then got angry from his heart, turned on the bed and pulled back the underwear, took the quilt into his arms, and sternly reprimanded: "Take off what! You Do you still have the guts to be my secret guard?"

"Isn't the secret guard just obeying orders?" Fu Qiufeng asked him back, "Besides, I can't help myself when I'm under you. If you ask me again, I don't need phantom poison to make me truthful..."

"Shut up!" Rong Fan's ears felt hot when he heard it. He didn't expect Fu Qiufeng to say such words indifferently. His roiling anger was mixed with a trace of remorse, and he raised his hand to cover Fu Qiufeng's mouth without thinking, " You... you really..."

He didn't think of words for a long time, and he didn't let go until Fu Qiufeng tugged his sleeve, allowing Fu Qiufeng to catch his breath.

"It's okay for me to apologize to you." Rong Fan turned his head and said in frustration, "I'm sorry for you."

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