Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

The Son of Heaven went on a tour, the Jingzhong Street was cleared in advance, and the imperial guards took strict precautions. For a while, there were only the collision of armor and the sound of cars and horses rushing around.

Fu Qiufeng was accompanying him, and occasionally saw Rong Pin from behind the wind-blown car curtain. He was leaning against the car, his posture was boneless, the corners of his mouth were raised casually, his eyes were also on the car curtain, but there was no smile in his eyes, only Impatient and bored.

Fu Qiufeng thought to himself that Rong Fen probably didn't like this kind of grand patrol team, the last time he went out to eat with Rong Fen, even though he couldn't see it at that time, he could feel the relaxation from Rong Fen's heart.

He is very contradictory. He likes power, but he doesn't like to show power.

After leaving the capital, the Spring Hunting team speeded up. Fu Qiufeng urged the horse to keep up, and the sound of hoofbeats behind him suddenly caught his ears. When he turned his head, he saw Shangguan Yu riding a white horse and wearing red clothes.

Shangguan Yu did not follow behind in a car, and pointed to Fu Qiufeng at a distant mountain: "Compete with me?"

"My riding skills are poor, and I dare not show my shame in front of the imperial concubine." Fu Qiufeng declined modestly. He glanced back slightly, and the carriage closest to Rong Jing was taken by Shangguan Yu, but she didn't sit in it, and the next one was Chen Tingfang. At this moment, she was poking her head out of the window, frowning and secretly cast a disapproving look.

"Sister, have you recovered from your illness? How about my sister taking you for a ride to get some air?" Shangguan Yu slowed down, raised his eyebrows and said to Chen Tingfang.

Chen Tingfang's plain make-up looked like she was just recovering from a serious illness. She retracted her body and smiled and said, "I'm timid, unlike my elder sister who is quite masculine. Elder sister should go by herself and be careful."

"Your Majesty, I'm bold, why don't you take me to play!"

As soon as Chen Tingfang finished speaking, a crisp and tender voice came from the carriage in front of Shangguanyu. A decent little girl in a red dress and exquisite features shouted at Shangguanyu through the window, and the maid in the carriage hurriedly supported him. Protect her arms: "Your Highness, be careful, don't fall!"

"Sure enough, only His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess is willing to praise my palace." Shangguan Yu laughed, grabbed the rein with one hand, and galloped past the car with the horse's belly, and grabbed the little girl's hand amidst the maid's exclamation .

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the little girl kicked hard at the window, and was firmly pulled by Shangguan Yu from the window onto the horse, and sat in her arms.

Fu Qiufeng watched the two flamboyant figures, one big and one small, run away, the hand holding the rein was always itchy, Rong Fan pulled the curtains and hung them up, took a look outside, feeling a little headache.

"Is that the princess Your Majesty mentioned?" Fu Qiufeng found a topic.

"Her name is Rong Yao, she is too playful." Rong Fan sighed, "If I don't take her with me, she will cry until I return to the palace."

Fu Qiufeng praised sincerely: "His Royal Highness is extremely alert and vigorous, she must be a good seed for martial arts."

"She's a girl, or the eldest princess." Rong Fan stared at him speechlessly.

Fu Qiufeng rubbed his nose: "It's the minister who made a slip of the tongue."

"However, I agree with her learning martial arts with the imperial concubine." Rong Fan leaned against the window, and changed the topic, "The emperor and the common people, men, women and children, all have only one life, and there are never too many ways to save one's life."

"Your Majesty has great insight, and I admire you." Fu Qiufeng glanced at Rong Fan from the corner of his eye. Rong Fan never seemed to mind juxtaposing himself with ordinary people, unlike the late emperor he once loyal to, who was ashamed to confuse himself with ordinary people.

Fu Qiufeng was presumptuous for a while, and secretly said that Rong Fan was broad-minded anyway, so he asked curiously: "Your Majesty, I wonder why you don't practice swords?"

Rong Fan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he asked Fu Qiufeng, "How do you know that I don't know how to use a sword?"

Fu Qiufeng cupped his hands respectfully and said: "You don't have the calluses that people who learn swords often have, and you don't wear a sword, so I speculate wildly, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Rong Fan looked at his fingertips and palms, and said with a faint smile: "My concubine is really careful, maybe she has some thoughts about my hands."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng wondered if the morality of his sacrifice would be invalidated so soon, and besides, Rong Yan was such a big person here, why bother to limit his ideas to one hand.

"I'm serving in the Frost Blade Terrace, and I've practiced my ability to recognize people and things." Fu Qiufeng said in a business-like manner, "Of course, this is to serve His Majesty more carefully, and there is absolutely no other intention."

"Hmph." Rong Pin clenched his fingertips, put his arms on the window, and turned his head to look at Fu Qiufeng, "Maybe I don't have the talent for swordsmanship, but I'm not useless either. Let's ride with me first?"

Fu Qiufeng looked at Rong Zhen who was by the window without a trace, convinced that Rong Zhen's talent was all on his face where it shouldn't be. He somehow remembered the scene of Shangguan Yu picking up Rong Yao on the horse, and silently measured the width of the window. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, the window of this carriage...is probably a bit narrow for you."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Pin gritted his teeth and said, "The carriage has doors, and I have horses, but you have no brains."

Fu Qiufeng coughed dryly, looked up at the sky, and felt that his sudden brain twitching thought was very funny.

Rong Fan rode his horse all the way to Beishan for the last time. There was a flat wilderness under the mountain that was taken care of by someone. It has always been the royal hunting ground. Going up the mountain, the plants will become more and more lush and complex. The bluestone path winds into the forest until halfway through The octagonal gazebo on the mountainside, the sound of bells and the gurgling water under the pavilion complement each other, you can see the mist and clouds in the morning, and the sun is bright, and the sun is shining through the forest and leaves in the evening.

The team set up camp at the foot of the mountain. Rong Fan introduced to Fu Qiufeng several places to rest on the mountain. There was also a garden on the top of the mountain. After noon, most of the concubines had their meals in the tent, but Rong Fan happily took the bow and arrow. He also picked a light bow for Fu Qiufeng, and led a group of Chongwei guards to the foot of the mountain.

"The grass over there is more lush, and there are many wild rabbits." Rong Fan hung a quiver on the side of the saddle, and rode the horse slowly with a bow in one hand, "If you can't hit anything, you can save lunch."

Fu Qiufeng followed Rong Fan on horseback, a little behind him, and said with a smile: "The minister can go hungry right now."

"It seems that the punishment is not serious enough." Rong Fan glanced at Fu Qiufeng's left hand holding the bow. On the surface, it looked extremely unprofessional, even a little too bad.

"I really don't know how to do it." Fu Qiufeng emphasized helplessly.

Rong Fan looked around, and then pointed to a dead tree in the distance. There was a dark tree hole in the trunk, which was a fairly regular ellipse. He looked sideways at Fu Qiufeng and said, "Take that tree hole as a target." , can you hit it?"

Fu Qiufeng estimated the distance, and his vision was clear, about [-] feet. It would not be difficult for him to hit the bull's-eye with his real strength.

After Rong Fan finished speaking, he took a deep breath, shook the reins and rushed out, bent slightly, picked up an arrow, put his head on the bowstring and aimed at the loose string, and released the arrow in one go. The arrow branch was nailed to the dead tree, making a sound With a slight muffled sound, Rong Fan immediately turned his horse's head and ran back to Fu Qiufeng's side, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

Fu Qiufeng squinted his eyes and looked over, the arrow was a little too high, it was not a hit, and Rong Fan almost ran ten feet away before firing the bow, but he still said against his will: "Your Majesty's arrows are precise, Houyi is reborn, and your minister Eye-opener."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan pursed her lips and said, "Ai Qing, if you want to mock me, you don't have to be so eccentric."

Under Rong Fan's unwilling gaze, Fu Qiufeng slowly drew the bow. He didn't intend to show off riding and shooting, so he took an arrow and purposely put it on with a bad novice posture, aiming slowly. If you don't believe me, if it's too accurate, Rong Fan will doubt it again, so why not just shoot a tree root to mean it, and let Rong Fan save face.

Seeing his cautious expression, Rong Fan raised his hand to beckon Chong Weiwei behind him: "Wei Yuan, try it."

Fu Qiufeng turned his head back. Wei Yuan was wearing ordinary armor of Chongweiwei and mixed with the soldiers. After a long distance, he loosened the rein and aimed sideways at the dead tree, and released the bow with a full bow. The arrow left the string like a shooting star, pierced the sky and hit the bull's-eye, and the two arrows on the tree stood apart.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being shocked, it wasn't Wei Yuan's archery skills, but his uprightness that made Rong Pin feel ashamed. With a shake of his hand, the arrow flew straight out, drawing a parabola, within a distance of the dead tree. It plunged into the soil at a distance of several feet.

Rong Fan glared at Fu Qiufeng with a sullen face: "It seems that you really don't care about the crime of deceiving the emperor."

Fu Qiufeng quickly took the second arrow, and said with a dry smile, "It doesn't mean that your arrow skills are accurate."

"I know how much I am, so I don't need you to let me go." Rong Pin urged the horse to get closer, held Fu Qiufeng's right hand, let him loosen the string, and took off the wrench on his thumb and put it on for him, "It's suitable Is it? Be careful not to hurt your hand by the string."

Fu Qiufeng was stunned: "...a little tight, but it's okay."

"Tsk." Rong Fan stretched out his hand to compare with him in dissatisfaction, then stepped back a little, and warned, "If you dare to shoot arrows indiscriminately this time, you won't have dinner."

Fu Qiufeng rubbed the cold ivory finger with his index finger, sighed helplessly, hooked the bowstring and drew the bow again.

When Wei Yuan came back behind Rong Fan, he looked at the third arrow on the tree in surprise, and it hit the range of the tree hole, almost stuck at the bottom.

"I really did my best." Fu Qiufeng looked at Rong Zhen sincerely and said.

"Master Fu has practiced?" Wei Yuan asked.

"When I was helping others in Qianfeng Township, I learned a little from the nursing home." Fu Qiufeng used the old excuse again.

"I knew it." Rong Fan secretly rolled his eyes, "Let's go down the mountain."

Fu Qiufeng heaved a sigh of relief, hung the bow and arrow on the saddle, and wanted to return the finger to Rong Fan, but he took it off, twisted it, but the finger didn't move, and the embarrassment slowly rose at this moment, he then secretly gritted his teeth and tried hard After digging for a while, I still couldn't take it off.

Rong Fan asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Qiufeng let go and moved his right arm without changing his face: "It's nothing, my hands are a little sore."

"How dare you call it hard work." Rong Fan sneered, turned his head and rode his horse towards the foot of the mountain first.

Other Chongwei guards also followed, Wei Yuan had a strange expression on his face, he stayed where he was, stared at Fu Qiufeng's hand holding the rein, and asked, "This is the master's finger pull."

"Yes, Your Majesty loaned it to me temporarily." Fu Qiufeng said.

"You can't take it off?" Wei Yuan looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"No." Fu Qiufeng flatly denied it.

Wei Yuan said with sharp eyes, "Then what were you doing just now?"

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a moment: "Move your fingers."

Wei Yuan insisted: "You take it off now."

Fu Qiufeng's expression became more and more cold: "No, maybe it will be useful later."

"This is the Lord's most cherished finger wrench." Wei Yuan said.

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng supported his forehead and said, "Okay, I can't take it off, I will take responsibility."

Fu Qiufeng turned his head: "Your Majesty is very clear about what His Majesty likes."

Wei Yuan said with a blank expression: "I was talking nonsense just now, my lord has so many fingers."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Wei Yuan continued: "I learned from Mr. Fu's flexibility with an open mind, and I've made a fool of myself."

"...I hope Your Majesty will not blame me for teaching Mr. Wei badly." Fu Qiufeng shook his head and sighed.

"I can cut it open for you." Wei Yuan finally came up with an idea, "Otherwise the blood will not flow smoothly, and your thumb will be in danger. Then it's time to apologize to the Lord."

"It's not to this extent." Fu Qiufeng twirled his finger, but he was still able to twist a little, "We'll try it with oil when we get back."

While the two were talking, Rong Fan's figure was getting further and further away. Fu Qiufeng shook his hands, remembering that Wei Yuan should stay by Rong Fan's side to protect him. The meteor freezes in midair, and that position is just above Rong Fan's head.

Rong Fan's crisis came unexpectedly, and Fu Qiufeng didn't have time to think of excuses, so he said to Wei Yuan in a low voice: "There seems to be a light under the mountain, hurry up and take a look."

Wei Yuan's eyes flickered, the light usually represents the weapons and bows of the ambush, even if there is a possibility of misreading, one must be vigilant, the short-distance explosive speed is faster than riding a horse, Wei Yuan slapped the saddle and flew away, Fu Qiufeng also Then he urged his horse to gallop to catch up.

Rong Fan didn't know the danger around him yet, he finally found a hare curled up in the grass, stopped his horse and bent his bow to shoot an arrow, but the strange vibration on the ground became more and more impossible to ignore.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" A guard was the first to be alert, and drew out his sword to block the front of Rong Fan.

Rong Fan turned over and got off the horse, closed his eyes and pressed the ground with one hand to carefully identify it. After a while, he looked up at the hillside, got back on the horse and shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way!"

Dust was flying on the hillside, and in the outline of the smoke and dust, five muscular stags could be seen running down, taller than adult men. After the Chongwei guards saw it clearly, they quickly evaded to the side, and one went berserk. But the stag came after him.

"Protect Your Majesty!" The guards drew their swords one after another, and Rong Fan stepped back to judge the stag's route. Someone threw a long sword and stabbed it in the front leg, but the deer just bowed its head and staggered a step, and instead became more manic under the drive of pain. .

Rong Fan shot the deer in the neck with an arrow, and later found that the arrows were all shot in the hind legs and buttocks of the deer. The arrow shafts were thick and hard, and the tail feathers were longer. They were special arrows. These deer were deliberately driven away by hunters. come.

Rong Fan rode his horse around the front of the stag, ready to shoot it in the eyes, but at this moment the horse was frightened and raised its front hooves and neighed, refusing to be controlled any longer. Rong Fan had to tighten the reins to steer the horse, surrounded by two guards They rode their horses closer, leaned over and cut off the stag's front legs, and finally let it lie down, but the cold stars flashed past on the hillside, and the screams resounded through the forest.

A sense of tension rose from the bottom of Rong Fan's heart. He raised his head, and all the scenery seemed to slow down in his eyes, except for the light spot on the tree that was fast and piercing.

It was an arrow that was supposed to hit the stag, but the stag happened to fall, followed by himself.

It took only a moment to judge the trajectory of the arrow. Rong Fan raised his longbow and frowned, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, his mind concentrated to the extreme calmness and madness, if he split that sharp arrow right away out of control, he might be injured , but should not die.

But at the same time, Wei Yuan dodged past Rong Fan, pulled out an arrow and threw it into the air. Amidst the clanging of sparks, the arrow was deflected, pierced into the grass with a whizzing sound, and the shaft sank three points. One, it can be seen that the strength is strong.

"Your Majesty, reach out!" Fu Qiufeng finally caught up with Rong Fan and shouted not far behind him.

Surprised, Rong Fan turned around and raised his left hand. Fu Qiufeng galloped past him and grabbed his wrist.

"...It's ugly sitting behind my concubine's horse." Rong Pin flew up, let go of the frightened horse, followed Fu Qiufeng's strength, and landed lightly behind him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, his tense nerves relaxed. Slowed down a bit, and played a joke in Fu Qiufeng's ear.

"Then you sit in the front?" Fu Qiufeng laughed softly.

Rong Fan thought for a while, then refused, "That's even uglier."

"Ha, what Your Majesty said is true." Fu Qiufeng pursed his lips and relaxed secretly, "Your Majesty, you should return to the camp as soon as possible, and let Lord Wei find out who broke into the hunting ground to assassinate."

"No, I recognize that arrow." Rong Fan frowned, "It's King Lingyang, another brother of mine."

The author has something to say: After the vaccination, my arm hurts a little, I will knock less willfully _(:з」∠)_