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Fu Qiufeng's heart tightened slightly. The person in front of him was wearing black gauze, a black round-neck gown, a gluttonous beast embroidered on his chest, and a leather armguard. It is formal, like a public service.

With this set of clothes and cold eyes, just standing in front of the door was enough to cause the temperature to drop sharply. Zhang Cai came from the backyard, his face turned pale with fright, and he sat on the ground directly.

"Your Majesty summoned me, what's the matter?" Fu Qiufeng looked at Shuangrentai's elegant and neat official uniform without any trace, a little tempted.

"You'll know when you get there, offend me." Wei Yuan took out a black cloth to cover Fu Qiufeng's eyes, and bound his hands behind his back.

Zhang Cai cried and cried: "My lord, my lord is merciful! Why did you arrest my son?"

Wei Yuan said coldly: "With you..."

"It has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to annoy your lord, you should step back." Fu Qiufeng and Wei Yuan said at the same time.

Wei Yuan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng also felt that he seemed to be too proficient, and added: "Don't worry, this is His Majesty's intention."

Zhang Cai stared dumbfounded at Fu Qiufeng being taken away by the cruel officials of Shuangrentai, His Majesty's meaning turned around in his mind several times, becoming more and more complicated.

Your Majesty not only has some unspeakable secrets, but also has such a terrible hobby?

Rong Fan sneezed again in the dungeon of Frost Blade Terrace, thinking that Fu Qiufeng had contracted the cold, he rubbed his shoulders and neck and walked to the door, there was a sound of footsteps outside the torture room, he couldn't see Fu Qiufeng whose hands were tied behind his back He staggered two steps, paused, then fell forward and fell towards Rong Fan.

"Where's Pengci?" Rong Fan took a decisive step away and grabbed Fu Qiufeng's high ponytail.

Fu Qiufeng hissed silently, and said sincerely: "I see Your Majesty, but I can't see it, so I don't know where there is a threshold."

"You better not know." Rong Fan pushed Fu Qiufeng around, untied his hands, and took off the black cloth in front of him.

The strong blood energy dilutes the fragrance wafting from Cong Rongzhen's body, but it makes Fu Qiufeng feel a lot more relaxed. He opened his eyes, a chandelier full of candles hung above his head, and a ferocious shadow fell on the blood-stained stone wall. There is hardly an inch of intact skin on the upper body, half of the face is sprayed with blood, and it has been dead for a long time.

"How?" Rong Fan asked vaguely.

Fu Qiufeng recognized the corpse, and he missed the opportunity to leave the palace just to protect Rong Fan and catch the assassin, but he pretended to be ignorant, opened the assassin's mouth with his hands, opened his nostrils, and said with a frown: "Bite your tongue and kill yourself!" Choked to death by blood, did this person commit some serious crime?"

Rong Fan didn't see any strangeness on his face, took two steps away, and hummed: "Young Master Fu is really bold, if it were someone else, Hua Rong would have turned pale with fright and would have pissed off."

Fu Qiufeng slandered his erratic words, and said modestly: "I was born in Qianfeng Township, remote and barren, and worked in Yizhuang to make a living. I learned a little at that time."

Rong Fan was slightly surprised: "Although he is a bastard sent to the countryside, food and lodging are also the property of the Duke's family. Do you still have to worry about making a living?"

Fu Qiufeng recalled the memories in his mind. Fu Qiufeng and his mother lived in an old house that was leaky. The maids and servants knew that the mother and son were weak and deceitful.

Fu Qiufeng knew that there were many mistakes, his eyes darkened, and he sighed sadly: "Unfortunately, now I am appreciated by His Majesty, but my late mother died of illness, alas."

Rong Fan glanced at him twice, and changed the subject: "This person is the assassin that the imperial guard Liu Ben put into the palace, but he is just a desperate killer in the world, and he takes money to do things."

"What about Liu Ben's confession?" Fu Qiufeng asked with his head tilted.

"Liu Ben is still in a coma," Rong Pin said.

"Why didn't you wake him up?" Fu Qiufeng frowned, "The news has already spread, the longer it takes, the more time the main messenger will have to annihilate the evidence and plan to escape."

Looking at Fu Qiufeng's serious eyes, Rong Fan was inexplicably short of breath, and reminded with a sneer, "I'm still afraid that they won't succeed? I want to give you a chance to make Liu Ben confess. If you can make Liu Ben confess, I will spare you Lan." If you can't do the offense of Xinge, then I will settle the score with you."

When Fu Qiufeng heard this, he bowed and bowed happily to accept the order: "I obey the order!"

"Wei Yuan, the commander of my Frost Blade Terrace, he is on your errand for the time being." Rong Fan pointed to Wei Yuan who was waiting at the door, and sat back in his chair to watch the play.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng thanked him, and asked Wei Yuan, "Why didn't you torture the information immediately?"

Wei Yuan was taken aback for a moment. When the handsome male waiter in front of him turned around and questioned him again, he felt a sense of oppression that made him shudder. He subconsciously looked away, thinking that there were no snakes. It's too stupid, so he retreated and said: "There is no water prison."

Rong Fan rubbed his temples, and silently cursed at Wei Yuan behind Fu Qiufeng: Shame on you!

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a long while, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Rong Fan.

He finally understood why he played casually in Tingluan Palace, and Rong Fan went to Lanxin Pavilion with great interest. The leader of the hidden guards beside him was such an honest kid, and the emperor had to do everything himself. It's not that the regular imperial guards make meritorious deeds by fighting.

"Prepare a few things according to my instructions, and come over with your ears." Fu Qiufeng hooked his fingers to let Wei Yuan approach, and whispered a few words.

With a complicated expression, Wei Yuan nodded numbly, and then hurried out.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Rong Fan hesitated to speak, deeply feeling that his imagination was not enough.

Liu Ben was bound tightly from head to toe by iron chains, thrown into a large water tank brought from the kitchen and hung up, his eyes were covered with cloth strips, Wei Yuan held a teacup in his left hand and a bucket in his right. The fat loach caught.

Fu Qiufeng raised the corners of his mouth slowly, smiled, and cupped his hands to Rong Fan, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's a secret matter, can Rong Chen avoid it?"

Rong Fan said, "Are you afraid that Concubine Ai knows too much?"

"If Your Majesty is willing to let the minister know, then the minister will not be afraid." Fu Qiufeng said.

"Forget it, let's go down first." Rong Pin raised his chin to signal the door.

"Resignation." Fu Qiufeng took a few steps back, and quickly opened the door to the corridor.

The light in the Frost Blade Terrace dungeon is dim, the torches are far apart, and the echoes of a drop of water falling on the ground are chilling, but Fu Qiufeng prefers this place to the comfortable Lanxin Pavilion, the coolness of the walls and the faint screams, These things that ordinary people can't avoid have been engraved in his bones, and they can't be washed away even by resurrecting the dead.

If he could enter the Frost Blade Terrace... Fu Qiufeng leaned against the wall with his arms folded. After all, the official uniform of the Frost Blade Terrace was not bad.

He didn't stand for a long time when the torture room started to roar. He pricked up his ears to listen carefully. Liu Ben shouted, "Don't go, I say, I will recruit! I don't know that person. My details... I am the great-grandson of General Dayan Liu, if you don't help him, His Majesty will kill me if he finds out!"

Fu Qiufeng took two steps away, thinking about Liu Ben's confession secretly. He had read "The Secret History of Jinluan" several times, even if he couldn't memorize it fluently, he knew everything about it. In 80, there were still many remnants of the former dynasty who intended to overthrow the Yi Dynasty and restore Dayan, but the stragglers did not make a difference.

He was contemplating, when the door slammed suddenly, Rong Fan rushed out of the execution room with a strange expression, leaning on the wall to take a few breaths.

"What is that bowl of tea?" Rong Fan fanned the wind with his sleeve and glared at Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng said calmly: "For laxatives, feed a loach and fill a bowl with laxatives, and feel colic in the abdomen. Anyone really has this kind of snake."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan pursed her lips, and was about to get angry, but seeing Fu Qiufeng lowered his head slightly, and looked at him quietly again, as if waiting for an evaluation, he couldn't hold back, turned around and laughed.

"Your Majesty has not been disappointed." Fu Qiufeng asked.

Rong Fan suppressed his smile, pointed at Fu Qiufeng and cursed: "Two words, immoral."

"Thank you for your appreciation, as long as your majesty gets the information you want." Fu Qiufeng said faithfully.

"Stop flattering, let's go by yourself, and ask the hidden guard at the door to borrow your token for entering and leaving the palace. I trust you." Rong Yan slowed down his voice.

Fu Qiufeng bowed respectfully and left, and went upstairs along the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Standing outside the door, Rong Fan's smile faded a little bit, and he was a little puzzled.

If Fu Qiufeng was really sent by Duke Xiang with some other purpose, then he should keep a low profile in the palace instead of actively showing such dreadful skills... Could it be that he is really a rural widow with ambitions.

When Wei Yuan left the execution room with a bitter face, Rong Yan immediately walked a few steps away, held his nose and ordered: "Send two secret guards to monitor the Lanxin Pavilion in shifts at twelve o'clock, and strictly investigate any suspicious letters and books. , if Fu Qiufeng has any movements, follow up and report at any time to see if he is being instigated by others."

Wei Yuan hesitated and said: "If the lord really doubts him, why didn't he send him out of the palace?"

Rong Fan glanced at Wei Yuan, his delicate and handsome face showed a little coldness: "Because I like his face, if he really has a problem, I can only peel off this face and keep it for collection, it's a pity."

Wei Yuan didn't dare to ask any more questions for a moment, and hurried to arrange people.

Fu Qiufeng knew very well that the emperor's demeanor was all lip service and reality, and just after he said he could trust him, within half an hour, surveillance eyes pierced through the tree trunks of the palace wall next door.

Recently, he was planning to take some exercise while resting and recuperating, and there was nothing suspicious to do. According to the report from the dark guards, Mr. Fu ate, ran, and basked in the sun on the first day, and on the third. So is the sky.

On the fourth day, Rong Fan finally couldn't sit still, and asked Feng Ji to inform Lanxin Pavilion in the afternoon that he was going to see Fu Qiufeng at night.

Fu Qiufeng had only been quiet for a few days, and when he heard the news, he felt a headache again. Rong Fan came to Lanxin Pavilion, not to call him to Shuangren Terrace, and he was afraid that he would have another idea of ​​letting him sleep.

He folded his arms and tapped his fingers and walked around the kitchen, but he couldn't find anything suitable. Zhang Cai fetched water and came in to prepare dinner, and asked him, "Master, why are you here? What do you need to tell the servants to come?" good."

Fu Qiufeng asked him in embarrassment: "Is there anything that makes you vomit after eating?"

Zhang Cai: "..."

Zhang Cai said tactfully: "Ah, well, you are a man, so it might not be very useful if you vomit."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng looked left and right, as if he had nowhere to go and was very desperate: "Let me tell you the truth, your son doesn't want to be in bed, it's better to let His Majesty see that he's not sexually interested."

Zhang Cai thought about it, thought of Fu Qiufeng's exhaustion a few days ago, and thought of Fu Qiufeng being taken away by the Shuangrentai, he was startled, and thought that His Majesty's hobbies must be too special, and the young master couldn't bear it.

"My servant understands, then you eat a clove of garlic, and here are fresh green onions!" Zhang Cai rolled up his sleeves to make a plan, picked up a head of garlic from the kitchen basket, and poked out a green onion.

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng sighed, "I'd better go to bed."

In the end, Fu Qiufeng chose the latter because of his face and body. He gritted his teeth and went back to the bedroom, thinking about how to sprinkle some bugs on the bed to make him sick, but before he opened the door, he realized that there were people in the room.

Fu Qiufeng kicked the door open, and then met Rong Yan who was standing on the bed and groping for the top of the bed.

With a trembling of his hands, Rong Fan took down a copy of "The Secret History of Jinluan" from the top of the dusty bed. He was blinded by the dust, coughed twice, barely opened a slit to glance at the cover, and asked, "What is this?" What kind of treasure secret book? The concubine is well hidden."

Fu Qiufeng's palms turned cold, and he thought that I had hidden it so well, why did you still find it? Fortunately, Rong Fan couldn't open his eyes yet, so he rushed forward to snatch it, knelt down and apologized: "Your Majesty, this... this is a folk pornographic book. ! You must not stain His Majesty's eyes!"

Rong Pin jumped out of bed and rubbed his eyes. It's not easy to be dirty now, so he doubted: "Really? Then read a paragraph to me."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."