Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng firmly believed that Rong Fan's blunt anger was caused by embarrassment. He quietly reached out to touch the teacup by the table. Going out to buy a few copies, and doing this kind of demeaning behavior for the first time, it's normal to feel a little forbidden excitement.

Fu Qiufeng pursed his lips slightly, and said truthfully: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I didn't see anything."

Rong Fan gritted his teeth and warned: "You dare to mention one more sentence."

Fu Qiufeng promised: "I will never mention that you have read such vulgar scripts again."

Rong Fan: "..."

The dishes ordered by Rong Fan came up one after another, he handed the chopsticks to Fu Qiufeng, and gave Fu Qiufeng an annoyed look: "Lin Ying told me that if you feel better, your qi and blood will flow smoothly and the remaining poison will dissipate, and your eyes will recover automatically. I racked my brains to make you smile."

Fu Qiufeng had mixed feelings for a while, and deliberately put on a polite smile: "I often laugh."

"Really?" Rong Fan said coolly, "I thought you were Bao Si, and you would only show your joyful face if I were to be You King for you once."

Fu Qiufeng nodded: "I dare not."

"Hmph." Rong Yan snorted, he stopped talking, and only occasionally changed two dishes to Fu Qiufeng and told him his name.

A meal without changing cups and boasting to each other usually doesn't last long, Xiao Er finally served a fruit plate of sweet soup, and Rong Jing asked Fu Qiufeng to reach out his hand viciously, and threw a clear crystal into his palm.

Fu Qiufeng subconsciously withdrew his arms and clenched his hands tightly. His palms were icy cold. Smooth water trickled down his wrists and slipped into his cuffs. He asked in a daze, "...Is it ice cubes?"

"Taste." Rong Fan smiled and pushed over a bowl of cold ice drink. The tray was covered with a layer of crushed ice, and the silver cup in the center was decorated with candied fruit, surrounded by a layer of crystal water drops.

Fu Qiufeng wiped his hands, picked up a silver spoon and took a sip. The sweetness and coldness melted in his mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his index finger, and the sweetness lingered in his mouth for a long time. The old things will inevitably evoke some feelings of the passage of time.

He had seen the crisp mountain iced drink and dessert fruit served by the maid countless times at the banquet in the palace, but at that time he could only stay on the tree, alert to the possible dangers around him.

In fact, he is not addicted to sweets, and he never lacked these snacks when he was young. It is only after thinking about it today that he suddenly feels that his life for decades has been so monotonous.

When was the last time you got upset over such insignificant things?

Fu Qiufeng pinched the spoon and fell into deep thought. After a while, he frowned and said, "Senior Lin told you to avoid raw, cold, spicy and greasy food after drinking the medicine."

Rong Fan couldn't help curling his lips: "So you've been thinking about this for a long time?"

"I should obey the doctor's orders." Fu Qiufeng said seriously.

Rong Fan reached out to reach for the tray and said angrily, "You are sick, but I am not."

Fu Qiufeng kindly reminded: "Your Majesty, eating too much ice will cause diarrhea. You just ate a bowl."

"Tsk, I want you to mind your own business." Rong Fan said indifferently, "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Fu Qiufeng only regarded him as capricious, and drank hot tea with a cup in his hands.

Rong Fan laughed while eating, with a leisurely and casual tone, as if he was telling some story: "When I was young, General Shen would take me out to play every time he entered the palace. At most one or two trips a year."

Fu Qiufeng listened quietly, being curious about General Shen, he also expected that Rong Fan would start to talk about his difficult past again.

"Tianzaishui has opened a shop for nearly a hundred years. General Shen told me that one time I took advantage of the palace to hold a banquet, sneaked into the carriage of the princes and ministers, and left the palace. I bought a bowl of iced drink that I have always wanted to eat. "Rong Fan stirred the soufflé that had already started to melt with a spoon, "But I only took one bite, I thought, I should take it home and let my mother taste it, I was so stupid at that time, I didn't even think that the ice would melt, wait When I quietly sent it to my mother, it had already turned into a bowl of thick soup."

Fu Qiufeng noticed Rong Fan's words, he didn't say "mother's queen", Fu Qiufeng hesitated what to say, but Rong Fan didn't seem to ask him to ask questions, so he got up and clapped his hands and said, "Let's go."

Fu Qiufeng followed silently. The two canceled their afternoon schedule and went back to the palace directly. Rong Fan sent Fu Qiufeng back to Zhuyun Pavilion and went to the Imperial Study Room. Fu Qiufeng could only continue to work as a laborer for Lin Ying. "How is it, how does the eye feel?" Lin Ying sat beside the medicine mortar and inquired.

"It's okay." Fu Qiufeng tugged at the gauze, "...a little itchy."

"Normal reaction." Lin Ying reassured, "The last little girl said the same thing."

Fu Qiufeng was suspicious: "Have seniors treated patients who were blinded by phantom poison?"

Lin Ying laughed inexplicably: "No, she has other problems. Since it's fine, let's continue. After these medicines are crushed, come to the pharmacy to pull the bellows to add firewood."

In the imperial study room, Rong Yan was flipping through today's papers, and there were three books accusing Fu Qiufeng of misconduct, he wrote a review and threw it aside, Feng Ji knocked on the door, and said: "Your Majesty, King Yi is asking to see you. "

The brush in Rong Fen's hand paused, and a dark look flashed across his eyes. He hung the pen back on the pen holder, put the booklet under the table, took off his hair tie, leaned back on the soft couch, and said lazily: "Let him Come in."

A moment later, I saw a tall and tall figure walking through the courtyard, and was led to the door by Feng Ji. The man was handsome with a jade crown and black hair, and was wearing a green shirt and a crane cloak with gold borders around the edge of his clothes. He was elegant and noble.

"My minister sees Your Majesty." Yi Wang Rongyan walked to the bed, lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down to salute.

Rong Fan propped up one leg and supported his head on a half-recumbent half-lying position. After he finished kneeling, he waved and smiled: "Excuse me, get up quickly. Brother Sihuang and I are one family, so why are you so reserved."

"There is a difference between the monarch and the minister, how dare the minister make mistakes." Rong Yan bowed his head and retreated to the side, with a soft smile and a gentle voice, and he asked in a calm and unhurried manner, "How is your majesty?"

"Of course it's good, but it's not rare to have a few assassins." Rong Fan stretched out his hand and patted the soft couch, "Yiwang's Mansion is in the middle of the capital, and you don't often come to see me. Once you come, you will be born once. Sit down and chat with me. .”

Rong Yan glanced at Rong Fan from the corner of his eyes, Rong Fan was crooked, his neckline was open to his stomach, his snow-white skin was covered with soft long hair, he reached out to pick a grape from the small table and brought it to his lips, biting his teeth On that layer of pitch-black fruit skin, the dripping juice moistened the bright red lips, and the dexterous tip of the tongue swept away the soft flesh, then frowned again, and the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing a little annoyance.

Rong Yan quietly withdrew his gaze, looked directly at those eyes full of all kinds of charm, and unconsciously lost his composure, he bowed in a rigid manner and said: "This, I dare not."

"If the emperor wants to resist the order, I will be angry." Rong Fan chewed the grapes and said vaguely, "...so sour."

Rong Yan took a deep breath, sat next to the soft couch, and begged: "Your Majesty, I'm here to invite your Majesty to leave Beijing in a month to participate in the calligraphy and painting appreciation meeting at Fengzhu Residence in Daizhou. Famous calligraphers and painters are all invited."

"You really didn't come to visit me sincerely." Rong Fan sighed in disappointment.

"I'm afraid to disturb Your Majesty, so I don't dare to come here often." Rong Yan quickly explained, "If Your Majesty refuses, I can send my servants to buy a few copybooks."

"How could I not allow it?" Rong Fan said generously, "I know that the emperor's best way is this way. I used to practice calligraphy into obsession, and refused to put down my pen when I fainted from starvation. If I don't allow you to go, in case What should you do if you are in a hurry."

Rong Yan's expression froze, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"At that time, do you want me to send a team of Chongwei Guards to accompany you for protection?" Rong Yan asked.

"I don't plan to go there with great fanfare. If I reveal my identity, I might cause trouble for Your Majesty. Besides, if my book friends know my identity, I'm afraid they won't dare to criticize my clumsy work truthfully." Rong Yan said embarrassingly. .

Rong Fan nodded and yawned: "That's right, then you can take some guards of the palace to go by yourself... I want to go out too, the weather is getting hotter and hotter recently, and in a few days I will also think about where to escape the summer heat. "

Rong Yan saw that he looked tired, so he got up to leave, pressed his hand on the couch, and a corner of the book under the soft pillow slipped out, he subconsciously glanced at the words on the cover, "A Romance of Gathering Flowers".

"Oh, this is an idle book I have recently passed the time." Rong Fan picked it up and shook it, and looked at Rong Yan with a smile, "Speaking of which, Brother Huang is two years older than me, and there is no princess in the mansion. Could it be that it's hard to tell which son you're looking for?"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is obsessed with calligraphy, and keeps company with writing and ink all day long. He has no one he likes, and he doesn't want to hurt innocent women. I hope Your Majesty will understand." Rong Yan's face turned red, and he bowed deeply.

"Ha, I'm just joking." Rong Fan leaned out, hooked Rong Yan's collar with his fingertips, and forced the book "A Romance of Gathering Flowers" into Rong Yan's arms, "I'm giving you this book, wait When you come back from the exchange, copy it for me, and let me appreciate Brother Huang's calligraphy."

Rong Yan clenched his fists, as if carrying this kind of book would make him uncomfortable, let alone copying it by himself, he bit his lower lip, moved his eyes away from Rong Yan's opened skirt, and stepped back. A few steps later: "Yes, that minister will take his leave first."

"Will you not stay with me for a while?" Rong Pin reluctantly tried to persuade him to stay, "At least go after dinner."

Rong Yan repeatedly declined and left the imperial study. The accompanying guards were waiting at the gate of the outer court. He strode down the steps with an increasingly annoyed expression. He raised his hand and took out the book and threw it to the following guards.

The guard picked it up in a hurry, flipped it roughly, and then stopped on an illustration of two men going up and down a rockery, his brows trembled, and he looked at Rong Yan in surprise.

"It's from His Majesty." Rong Yan gritted his teeth.

The guard quickly closed the book and held it up with both hands.

"How ridiculous!" Rong Yan cursed in a low voice, "Go back and burn it."

The guard immediately relaxed, rolled up the book and put it in his belt.

Rong Fan sneezed, the weather wasn't that hot recently, he pulled up his clothes and tied his hair, opened all the windows, and let the wind blow away the fragrance of ink in the room.

After reading all the memorials, it was dusk, and Wei Yuan came to the imperial study to find Rong Fan to report the progress of the search, but there was not much joy on his face.

"The interior and exterior of the unoccupied palaces in the northwest and southwest have been thoroughly searched, and no secret passages have been found, only the residences of the concubines in the Tingluan Palace on the east side have not been searched." Wei Yuan said in a low voice.

"You don't have to worry about stopping Luan Palace. Tell Shangguan Yu to search privately. After all, she can't keep an eye on every corner of the palace. It's better to be just in case." Rong Jin rubbed his temples, "If there is really a Secret way, now the scope has narrowed down a lot.”

"Then what should we do with the rest of the palace?" Wei Yuan asked, "If my subordinates lead people to search the palace, the news may leak out."

"Then turn the tiger away from the mountain." Rong Fan said, "Tomorrow I will announce a spring hunt and take them away, and then you will send someone who is good at Shuangrentai to search carefully."

Wei Yuan paused slightly, even though it was an idiom, it was the first time he had heard a concubine in the harem compared to a tiger: "Yes, then this subordinate will go to the Luan Palace."

After Wei Yuan left, the imperial study room was dead silent again. In the past three years, a steady stream of noble ladies have been sent to the palace. Rong Fan saw that the empty palaces were becoming more and more alive, but he always remembered the desolate appearance. The sparrows in the middle are trapped together, exuding infinite desires in this limited palace, becoming more and more depressed and suffocating.

Rong Fan felt a little headache, he got up and walked outside, after thinking about it, he went to Zhuyun Pavilion.

He didn't know if Fu Qiufeng, who was blind in both eyes, would go to bed very early, so he walked lightly to the wing room, slowly opened the door, and saw Fu Qiufeng wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, bent over and poked with scissors The candles on the candlestick flickered, making Fu Qiufeng's figure stretched out in the dark night.

Rong Fan stood in front of the door and asked, "Are you playing with fire?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng put down the scissors and turned around: "No."

He just lit a candle to test it, and when he got close, his eyes would slowly light up, and it was no longer a heavy blackness.

Rong Fan looked at Fu Qiufeng: "Tomorrow, I will go to the Duke's Mansion with me, and then I will go hunting in Beishan."

Fu Qiufeng accurately walked to the table to pour tea for Rong Fan, and asked in surprise, "You also know how to hunt?"

Rong Fan felt uneasy about being underestimated: "It's just riding and shooting, what's the difficulty?"

Fu Qiufeng looked at Rong Fan with admiration: "If there are ten arrows, how many arrows can your majesty hit with one ring?"

Rong Fan couldn't help being silent, thinking to himself that it would be good if he could hit a horse with a shot, and he also paid attention to several rings.

"You can see for yourself when the time comes." Rong Fan said without changing expression, "The premise is that your eyes can heal."

Fu Qiufeng nodded, but he didn't speak, and Rong Fan didn't start. The two sat in the room for a while, and Fu Qiufeng said first, "Does Your Majesty want to take a bath? There is water boiling on the stove."

"I'm afraid you'll burn yourself." Rong Fan looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Qiufeng stood by the table, and said naturally: "You mean to tell the deer to pour water."

"...Fortunately, I thought you were sincere." Rong Fan hummed disappointedly, "Go."

Fu Qiufeng went out to find Lin Ying's book boy, Xiao Lu, who was reciting the prescription. When he saw Fu Qiufeng, he hurriedly reminded him: "Young Master Fu, you should change your medicine soon, don't forget."

"Well, thank you." Fu Qiufeng touched his eyes through the gauze, and asked Xiao Lu to add water to the tub.

Rong Fan changed his clothes behind the screen and stepped into the bathtub. The water temperature was a little hot, which made him drowsy. He raised his spirits and lay down on the edge of the bathtub, lazily calling Fu Qiufeng: "Do you know why I want to go hunting? "

Fu Qiufeng leaned against the wall and went over: "I don't know."

Rong Fan sighed with a complicated mood: "Then you guess, I count on you."

"...Could it be related to secret way?" Fu Qiufeng asked tentatively.

"You can guess right every time, it really makes me unhappy." Rong Fan sank into the water, feeling a little suffocated when the warm water reached his neck. Topic, "Yi Wang came to see me today."

Fu Qiufeng thought about it for a while, and remembered that King Yi is one of Rong Pin's two surviving imperial brothers. He heard that he is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he is good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"I'm tired of him." Rong Pin's tone became harsh, "I wish he could die, but I have no reason to kill him."

Fu Qiufeng touched the side of the washbasin, poured some water left in the bucket, took off the gauze in front of his eyes to wash off the remaining ointment, and said, "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Every time he comes to see me, it's for some famous calligraphy and paintings. I also have things I like, why can't I concentrate like him?" Rong Jing frowned, "I was pushed into a pond before, and I didn't know how to do it at that time." Swimming, calling for help like crazy, he was passing by holding the inkstone bestowed by the late emperor, his face was full of excitement, he didn't even look at me."

Fu Qiufeng wiped his face and walked to the screen, opened his eyes and blinked, suddenly a messy light and shadow appeared in front of his eyes, he hastily looked carefully, and the outline of the tub gradually became clear.

"I don't know if he is really intoxicated in his own world, or if he doesn't care about my life or death at all, but every time I see him, I can't bear the jealousy that wants to burn me down. Have you been struggling until death in the intrigue?" Rong Jin's breathing became more urgent, and he pinched the edge of the tub, his knuckles turned white, "When will the things I want completely belong to me? I really want to Do you want it?... Sometimes I also envy you, if you can only be loyal to someone, you can have nothing else to do, maybe you won't have these troubles from me."

Fu Qiufeng was slightly taken aback, Rong Fan's back appeared in his eyes, although it was still a little blurry, he could indeed see it, but what made him even more unbelievable was that Rong Fan would also envy him.

He is not without distractions, and Rong Fan is not without confusion.

"After tonight, I still want to convince Duke Xiang to find out where the secret way is, to make Chen Junde plead guilty, to punish his party members and others, and to make Beiyou dare not invade Dayi again..." Rong I straightened up and leaned back, breathed a long sigh of relief, and smiled slowly, "I am very tired. I have never said these words to anyone. If you dare to betray me, I will dig out your brains one by one." Come out, this is not a threat."

Fu Qiufeng licked his dry lips, and his gaze rested on Rong Fan's half-hidden back. There were scars on his shoulder blades, which were very large, as if they were caused by hard grinding on a rough wall. Very light, it should have passed for a long time.

Fu Qiufeng lowered his eyes, and in an instant a leaf fell from his heart. The insignificant weight caused ripples in his emotions in an instant.

He didn't need to look back, he could feel the cold fireworks and determination in Rong Fan's eyes. He could hear the hostility in Rong Fan's threat, even if he was a little confused, he was still unwilling to stay, and he didn't allow any doubts to stop him.

Rong Fan suddenly noticed a scrutiny from behind, he turned around, Fu Qiufeng lowered his head, his eyes blinked quickly.

"Can you see it?" Rong Fan asked him.

Fu Qiufeng shook his head and said, "No, I will change the medicine later."

Just after Fu Qiufeng finished speaking, Mo Dou, who was left on the screen by Rong Pin, leaned out from above and landed on his shoulder with a slap. Fu Qiufeng glanced at his shoulder reflexively, Mo Dou and him looked at each other for a moment, then turned their heads to meet each other He hissed a few times.

Rong Fan's eyes suddenly became playful: "Ai Qing, it's not good to bully the king."

"...I just regained my vision just a moment ago." Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to confess, "It's just that I still can't see clearly."

"Hmph, do you want me to call you Concubine Ai?" Rong Fan raised his eyebrows, "I can't see clearly, so I still saw something."

Fu Qiufeng felt a little embarrassed and speechless, turned his head away: "I just accidentally saw some old wounds."

Rong Pin narrowed his eyes and stared at the water, the room was quiet for a while, and he said flatly: "Give me a set of clothes, and go somewhere with me."

Fu Qiufeng turned out of the screen as if he had been pardoned, took the new clothes that Rong Fan bought for him today, and lowered his head as if he would not look at evil.

After changing his clothes, Rong Fan sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I look better in this color than you."

The corners of Fu Qiufeng's mouth twitched, thinking that you really know how beautiful you are, he secretly raised his eyes, the taupe-colored robe was embroidered with a few wintersweets, and was covered with a transparent gauze, which was radiant under the candlelight, Rong Fen noticed He raised his head, blinked at him intentionally, picked up a strand of wet hair behind his fingertips, stretched out his hand to take the ink fountain with a smile like a flower.

"Where is Your Majesty going?" Fu Qiufeng asked calmly.

Rong Fan stared at him without answering, then took a few steps closer and looked into his eyes.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being a little wary: "Your Majesty, you have no such intention."

"Where did you think, before you..." Rong Pin pondered inexplicably, Fu Qiufeng's gaze was still sharp through the upturned eyelashes, and was set off by the thick black feather fan with a bit of mystery and depth.

"Before?" Fu Qiufeng was even more puzzled, his heart trembled, he wondered if he had some strange sequelae, he closed his eyes and rubbed it.

Rong Fan looked at the shadow that fell when Fu Qiufeng closed his eyes, coughed dryly, grabbed his sleeve and left: "Go to Lin Ying and ask, this old doctor's medicine should not be ignored."

Fu Qiufeng was dragged in front of Lin Ying by Rong Pin for no reason, Lin Ying looked at Fu Qiufeng, thumped, and pointed to the mirror for him to see by himself.

There is nothing wrong with the eyes in the mirror, only the eyelashes have grown a lot, like a black line on the eyelids, adding to the look without makeup, Fu Qiufeng buckled the mirror, feeling helpless.

Lin Ying deliberately covered his face with one hand and pretended to whisper to Rong Fan: "Actually, that box of ointment is eyelash growth medicine for the little girl who loves beauty. It doesn't cure the disease. Now that he has recovered, it means that he has completely forgiven you!"

Fu Qiufeng listened to the ostentatious ending, afraid that he would not be able to hear it, he felt a little powerless again, turned his head and said: "Senior Lin, it's not good to deceive patients like this."

"Just as long as I'm happy." Lin Ying spread his hands, and then asked Rong Fan, "Do you want to have some too? It's safe and harmless and has miraculous effects."

"Good intentions, don't bother seniors anymore." Rong Fan dragged Fu Qiufeng away with a straight face, and then cursed in a low voice when he left the Zhuyun Pavilion, "This doctor Hu is still so unreliable... You really don't blame me gone?"

Fu Qiufeng sighed deeply: "I didn't blame you at all, I just calmed down."

"Then you're done calming down now, are you ready to be enthusiastic?" Rong Fan joked.

Fu Qiufeng thought for a while and asked, "How do you count as enthusiasm? How about serving the bed with sincerity?"

Rong Fan raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back, and said coldly, "If you dare to say such things again, I will lock you up with Fu Jingze."

Fu Qiufeng coughed and followed Rong Fan, couldn't help laughing, and apologized earnestly: "I have no intention of molesting Your Majesty."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan glared at Fu Qiufeng, and Fu Qiufeng immediately changed the subject: "Where is Your Majesty going?"

"Lenggong." Rong Fan raised his head, looking at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, and the night wind also brought a little coolness just right when the words fell.

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback, he didn't know if Rong Fan had put any concubine in the cold palace, but the route Rong Fan walked made him more and more familiar, until they stopped under the palace wall where they first met, and the willow leaves were already verdant.

"There is no one living here." Fu Qiufeng was a little puzzled.

"It used to be someone's." Rong Fan's voice was a little ethereal in the lonely night. He and Fu Qiufeng walked to the door and pushed open the heavy door with all their strength.

There were moss in the gaps in the floor tiles, the wind blew through the dead branches, and there were many holes in the window paper, and cobwebs hung on the window lattices and eaves.

Fu Qiufeng keenly felt a vague sense of loneliness. He didn't bring anything, but he still asked Rong Fan, "Do you want to clean it?"

Rong Fan didn't come here very often, more often he just stood quietly outside the palace wall overnight. He reached out and touched the dust on the window lattice, shook his head and smiled wryly: "When the moon is still full, people die but cannot be resurrected. What's the use of cleaning the palace?"

Fu Qiufeng also fell silent, he knew this feeling very clearly.

"Aren't you curious about how I got the injury on my back?" Rong Pin pointed in a direction, and led Fu Qiufeng along the palace to the backyard. He pushed aside a piece of weeds and dead branches, revealing a narrow opening under the palace wall. "When I was a child, I often hid from the palace people and crawled in here to bring some steamed buns and leftovers for my mother. But when I grew up, even if I tried my best, I couldn't get through the injuries all over my body from being rubbed by bricks and stones."

Hearing Rong Fan's flat tone, Fu Qiufeng's throat suddenly began to tingle and become sore.

This palace was like a ruin, he stared at the mottled and cracked palace wall, as if passing through the irreversible torrent of time, he saw the thin and stubborn child.

Rong Fan paused for a moment, then looked back at the hazy palace in the night, as if in a daze, but also like a memory, and said after a long time: "The Queen Mother is not my mother, she just snatched away a mother's child, my mother She was originally the daughter of the Xiangfu, but the late emperor was so stupid that he listened to the slander and mistakenly killed Zhongliang, so she had no choice but to become a servant in the palace. The late emperor forced her, made her a concubine, and loved her in every way, but because she begged the late emperor to be the prime minister, he made her In the cold palace, I was only five years old that year, so I had to recognize another woman who looked at me coldly every day as my queen."

Fu Qiufeng stood beside Rong Fan, Rong Fan should have never said these words to others, he raised his hand lightly, hesitating, and lightly pressed Rong Fan's back shoulder as a comfort, and then quickly took the Get up and put your back on your back.

The corners of Rong Fan's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Later... something happened in the palace, the late emperor left all his concubines, princes and princesses and fled to the south, and I also took advantage of the chaos to escape. Half a year later, the late emperor led his troops Take back the capital, but I don't want to go back like this."

"The first emperor didn't care about me, and the queen mother didn't approve of me, so I will stand on the top of these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, making the world bow its heads and lower its eyebrows!" Rong Fan turned his head in a deep voice, and looked at Fu Qiufeng. Excellent dark guard, do you have the consciousness to fall into the abyss and hell with me?"

Fu Qiufeng opened his eyes slightly, as if there was a majestic roar reverberating in his ears, making his heart tremble, but he couldn't help stirring up desolate and heroic feelings, he rolled his Adam's apple lightly, then lifted his clothes and put his knee Kneeling down, cupping his hands, he agreed, "I swear to follow His Majesty to the death!"

He stared at the grass stalk on the ground that had just broken through the cracks in the bricks. If his previous allegiance was only to avoid the continuous choices in life, and he was just afraid of being hurt again, then now that he heard Rong Yan's indomitable determination, Fu Qiufeng mentioned it for no reason. Courage, he wanted to choose again, not because Rong Fan was the emperor, but because he was only loyal to this person.