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An Yi's head lowered his gloomy and dangerous smile, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his words. He solemnly promised: "If anything happens to the young master, I will definitely commit suicide and apologize."

Rong Fan didn't bother to listen to anyone's guarantee now, he wrapped his coat tightly and tied it on his belt, and arrived at the Frost Blade Terrace first, almost all the hidden guards were dispatched, leaving only one middle-aged man, Zhao Laowu, who was in charge of repairing weapons and logistics.

When Zhao Lao Wu saw that Rong Fan was about to salute, Rong Fan raised his hand to stop him, and asked directly, "Where's the corpse?"

"Here." Zhao Laowu led Rong Fan the way in grief and indignation, and when he pushed the shady room to look at the three corpses covered with white cloth, his voice trembled, "Your Majesty, it's Yan Peilan, Sun Qi, and Tang Miao... ..."

Rong Fan slowly closed his eyes, turned his head and told An Yi: "Prepare the horse for me."

Hearing this, Zhao Laowu felt inappropriate, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, this thief is bold and vicious. You should not go into danger yourself. With Mr. Fu leading the way, General Qi and Commander Wei will lead people to encircle and suppress this thief. I will surely capture this thief and serve as a brother." revenge!"

"When has I ever been safe? An Yi, go do it." Rong Fan insisted, he reached out and lifted the white cloth, two pale, dripping corpses lay quietly on the mat, their necks twisted at a terrifying angle, He opened the last one again, and Tang Miao's neck was surrounded by purple-black strangle marks, and there were countless fine wounds left by scratching with fingernails.

He still remembered Sun Qi and Yan Peilan, Rong Fan was a little dazed, this was the first person to follow him, the one who had gathered around him before he thought of the name Shuangrentai, their martial arts were indeed no better than Tang Miao and Wei Yuan, but Enthusiastic, naive to foolish enough to believe that the world can be changed by manpower, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old when he left the village to follow him.

Rong Fan remembered that he had promised to give them a Dayi who was surnamed An and the world was peaceful, but at that time he only had revenge in his heart, and he didn't necessarily care about the common people, but they believed it.

Now that he has taken revenge, he is working hard to stabilize the imperial power. He connives at Fu Jingze and his ilk to do harm to one side. Already paid with his life early.

Rong Fan didn't grieve over their deaths. He had seen too many corpses, and he no longer easily got involved in emotional waves. It was just a little empty, as if he had lost something and couldn't remember it.

"Give it a good burial." Rong Fan covered the white cloth back and ordered Zhao Lao Wu.

"Yes." Zhao Laowu bowed and accepted the order.

As for Tang Miao...Rong Fan looked at Tang Miao who closed his eyes and stopped laughing, and didn't really believe that he would die. Tang Miao didn't have the temperament of An Yi who was ready to die with honor at any time, so it was difficult for Rong Fan to accept it immediately.

He stretched out his hand to feel Tang Miao's pulse, but there was no response. He pinched his wrist, but it was still not stiff. His intuition was wrong, and he raised a trace of true energy to flow into the silent meridian.

"Have you checked the corpse?" Rong Fan frowned. The forbidden technique he practiced was very sensitive to breath, and he could detect clues that ordinary masters would not be able to detect. However, Tang Miao's condition was not right.

Zhao Laowu shook his head: "Not long after the brothers were sent back, the minister has been cooperating in the warehouse and has not checked yet... Could it be?"

"There is still help! Send it to Zhuyun Pavilion!" Rong Fan shouted loudly, "There is still imperceptible true energy in his body circulating in the dantian of Qihai. It is a profound method of turtle's breath. Senior Lin can save him!"

Zhao Laowu was very excited, and immediately carried Tang Miao on his back and rushed out.

An Yi got his horse ready, and looked at Rong Fan at the door with a fleeting, delusional chuckle, as if he was relieved, he thought to himself that the hidden guards of the Frost Blade Terrace could actually make His Majesty's mind move, but he didn't wait for him After sighing for a long time, Rong Fan's face sank again, and he walked away quickly: "Follow me to find Qi Jianshu, and prepare to meet Mr. Fu."

The undercurrent was raging in Beijing, but Shuangrentai and Chongweiwei had long been used to acting in secret, Rong Fan's order was finalized, and Fu Qiufeng's arrangement had been carried out in an orderly manner one by one.

At this time, Fu Qiufeng was following Mo Dou's instructions and was chasing after him in the streets. He really wanted to know where Gong Ziyu would hide. He said in his heart that with Gong Ziyu's caution, the stronghold must be far away from the entrance of the secret road.

But when he chased to the west of the city, there were more and more drunk pedestrians, wandering on the road at seven turns, he had to abandon his horse and tie it to the side of the street, so as not to hurt passers-by, and to avoid being disturbed by the saddle with the logo of the Imperial Guard. alert.

Mo Dou came down from Fu Qiufeng's wrist, he seemed to be a little hesitant, Fu Qiufeng raised his head, only to see that the night was lit by the lights as bright as day, and a faint melody came from afar, mellow and sweet.

This is the famous Flower Street and Willow Lane in the capital, and the restaurants and singing houses are open all night. Even if the people are uneasy under the shadow of powerful officials and tyrants, this shadow can't cover the soft red and rich.

Since it is a flower street, there is no shortage of spices and powders. Seeing this, Fu Qiufeng couldn't help admiring the place Gong Ziyu chose. What's the matter with the ministers visiting brothels? At most, they will be reprimanded by noble people.

Fu Qiufeng knelt down and asked Mo Dou, "Can you still find it?"

Mo Dou circled around vigorously, then climbed back onto Fu Qiufeng's shoulder, and proudly patted his shoulder with his tail.

"I knew Mr. Mo Dou is capable of supernatural powers." Fu Qiufeng smiled and tilted his head to praise, and Mo Dou spit out the letter in satisfaction.

Fu Qiufeng drew a contact signal for the Frost Blade Terrace on the stone brick floor, walked into the street, and nimbly dodged the two soliciting bustards. Bian Qiao smiled sweetly, and the guests who lifted the red gauze door curtain and entered the building were dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a bit of etiquette on the surface.

The place indicated by Mo Dou is a Qin Pavilion that sells art but not body. Next to it is the more lively Wenfangyuan, where art is also sold. Mo Dou doesn't like the smell here, so he got into Fu Qiufeng's sleeve and couldn't get out. Fu Qiufeng touched his money bag, pulled out a rash and flamboyant smile with confidence, walked around the piano pavilion, and walked into the Wenfang courtyard.

"Please, Xiangli!" The madam was talking to a girl. When she saw Fu Qiufeng, she shrewdly looked at him and knew that his black clothes were low-key but the material was expensive. Miss Die and Sister Lan'er are here, let them accompany Xianggong to introduce our Wenfangyuan."

The girl stepped forward cleverly, and Fushen raised her eyes and said coquettishly, "Master, my servant's small character is Xiangdie."

As she spoke, she came to take Fu Qiufeng's arm, Fu Qiufeng blocked it back calmly, Xiangdie's makeup was very heavy, the corners of her eyes were bright red, and flowers were pasted between her eyebrows, Fu Qiufeng looked around, and the layout next door was also different Similarities, the front hall is noisy and not suitable for discussion, if there is a secret stronghold, it is either in the backyard or underground.

"I can't come here to open my eyes. I really dare not monopolize these two beautiful girls." Fu Qiufeng pretended to be curious, nodded slightly to Xiangdie, and apologized with a smile, "I like orchids. Where is the girl named Lan'er? She The name of her is destined for me, I want to meet her, and I will talk to Miss Xiangdie some other day."

"Well, the officials all like my sister, but my family is so jealous." Xiangdie blamed her aggrievedly, and wittily flicked her handkerchief and blinked, "Master, next time you must come to see my family."

Fu Qiufeng's ears were still mixed with the teasing laughter of the guests and girls in the hall, he was unmoved, but felt that Xiangdie's makeup was too heavy, and the original facial features could not be seen, and the forced red eyeliner was too deliberately emphasized The charming look is not as natural as the eyebrows and eye tails raised by Rong Fan when he was joking.

Once Rong Yan was used as a comparison target, it seemed that all the girls around her lost their colors. When the madam called Lan'er, he finally saw a woman with light makeup and pleasing to the eye, and then realized that there is nothing to compare with different genders. It's not the hall he entered.

...But it seems wrong to say that, no one can compare Rong Zhen casually.

"Young master." Lan'er saluted leisurely, neither humble nor overbearing, elegant and reserved. Seeing Fu Qiufeng thoughtful, she stretched out her hand to lead him to the backyard, "I guess you are a quiet person, this way please."

Fu Qiufeng thought it was just right, and immediately followed.

"Young master, do you want to listen to the qin, the zither, or the pipa?" Lan'er took him for a walk, asking as she walked.

"Young lady is so knowledgeable?" Fu Qiufeng said with a smile.

"It's just a meager skill to make a living." Lan'er said modestly, "But if Lan'er is allowed to guess, nothing I have learned is in the eyes of the young master. The young master has something on his mind."

"Ordinary people, ordinary things, how dare you disturb the girl's interest." Fu Qiufeng walked a few steps quickly, the Qin Pavilion and the backyard of Wenfang Courtyard were next to each other, only a wall separated him, he wanted to climb over the wall from this side, and casually chat with Lan'er so that the purpose would not be too much too obvious.

"Young master is really special. How can the girls here have any interest?" Lan'er smiled flatly, "I usually play the piano for people, and today I also want to be a string listener to see if I understand your elegant intentions, but if you don't Wish, I can also present a song, just to relieve my heart."

Fu Qiufeng paused, secretly thought that this Lan'er really had the ability to talk heart-to-heart, her tone was gentle, although she was asking questions, she didn't intend to force her at all.

"I'm thinking about someone." Fu Qiufeng simply said the truth.

"A man?" Laner speculated.

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback for a moment: "Why do you see that?"

"If there is a woman like you who cares about you, she must be a fairy couple with you. Why do you come to Wenfangyuan with so many worries?" Lan'er said half-jokingly.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help laughing: "It's indeed a man. I think of him inappropriately, and I have to worry about my future situation."

"Could it be that the young master likes this man, and is afraid that he will be angry and jealous because of your visit to the brothel?" Lan'er's eyebrows and eyes were curved, revealing a trace of narrowness.

"How is that possible!" Fu Qiufeng hastily denied it. Although he had to admit that Rong Zhen's appearance was outstanding, it was definitely out of aesthetics and admiration, and he liked the emperor... I'm afraid it could only turn out that he was angry because the emperor visited the harem. Jealousy, which round will get Rong Jing.

He shook his head again and again, and added: "I just admire him."

"Ha." Lan'er put away the joke, looked at him carefully, and asked tentatively: "Are you from the Gongmen?"

"...Why is this?" Fu Qiufeng was slightly surprised.

"I saw upstairs that you came from the east, and there is a section of road on the east street that is being repaired, and it is very muddy. Your boots and clothes are not stained with mud, which means that you came on horseback. Stables and fodder, guests who come on horseback will tie their horses here, you come alone, you must not bring the public's horses to the brothel." Lan Er said, "And from the folds of your clothes and belt Look, you are wearing a badge, and you look around, it shows that you are not an ordinary guest."

Fu Qiufeng had already walked to the wall, raised his hand to touch the front of his clothes, and stretched into his bosom to rearrange the position of the token and the tassels. He did pass a dirt road when he was riding, and he abandoned the horse shortly thereafter. He did not expect such a hurry Careless, it was actually discovered by a brothel woman.

"Young lady is as meticulous as a hair, and I admire you." Fu Qiufeng cupped his hands, then raised his eyes coldly, "However, smart people often die faster."

"Don't worry, my lord, I won't reveal half of today's conversation." Lan'er did not change her face under Fu Qiufeng's murderous aura, "My lord, you can go on errands as much as you like, and I will wait for you at Youlan Residence overnight. If you need to go out through the front door, then I will cooperate with the young master and send you away."

Fu Qiufeng slowly withdrew his murderous aura, thinking in his heart that this is also a talent, if she has such insight and courage without training, this girl is only in her twenties, and her future is estimated to be limitless in the Frost Blade Platform regardless of her background.

He subconsciously started looking for someone for the Frost Blade Platform, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Excuse me for being abrupt, but I don't know why the girl fell into prostitution?"

"This happened a long time ago." Lan'er lowered her eyes indifferently, "My brother went to Beijing to rush for the exam. In order to raise money, my father had to sell me as a slave. , taught me how to read and write on the piano, and then someone redeemed me for the top card, so I had to look at people and do odd things to practice the piano. Until a month ago, the newcomers in Xisheng Pavilion were booming, and I was no longer an old man, so they sold me to Wenfangyuan. They're arty."

"I see." Fu Qiufeng nodded, "Miss, have you thought about changing your life?"

"What kind of life?" Lan'er looked at Fu Qiufeng with a smile, "My lord, don't think about me, a lowly person, just because of impulse. , but within a year, she was abandoned in the countryside."

Fu Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Shu Wuyan is the number one person who taught you the piano?"

"Exactly." Lan'er lowered her head slightly, "I'm 25 years old this year, and I've met a lot of people, I usually don't say so much, but seeing that you look a little like her today, I can't help it, let's talk more A few words, I hope you don't mind."

Fu Qiufeng wanted to laugh for a moment, and secretly said that it was a coincidence that he met Fu Qiufeng's mother's former apprentice.

Fu Qiufeng was about to say something, but a few low voices from the next yard caught his attention, he listened carefully, and the two said: "Come in quickly! Why are you so careless, didn't you say you seldom see each other these days? ""You are timid and afraid of getting into trouble! Your Majesty is crazy, what are we afraid of? I just received the news yesterday that 10 taels have been prepared in advance. Why don't you come here to announce the good news to you?" "I'm timid? I'm timid I won’t come! In short, everyone will be leaving soon, if you have anything to say, come in and say it.”

Lan'er couldn't hear the voices from the other yard, but seeing Fu Qiufeng's concentration, she didn't speak.

"You go back first, thank you for your heartfelt words today, I will come to you again." Fu Qiufeng greeted Lan'er, Lan'er returned the gift and turned away. It would not attract Mo Dou to complain, so he kicked on the wall pretending to be reluctant, but still jumped into the next courtyard without making a sound.

Fu Qiufeng hid behind a tree. The two people who spoke were walking into a side room where servants lived. There was no light in the room. Except for the two men who had just entered, there was another person's breath, which was light and even. Step, steady footsteps...the sound of the machine, there is a secret room.

He listened quietly for a while, waited for the secret passage to close again, and judged the location of the entrance of the secret passage, then lightly tapped on his sleeve, and said to Mo Dou: "Mo Dou, go get some air first, when your majesty comes down, you Go straight to him."

Mo Dou understood what he meant, and crawled off the ground into the grass, away from this fragrant place.

Fu Qiufeng finally breathed a sigh of relief after being able to move Mo Dou without looking at him. Hearing what he just said, there are still many people present in the room who just agreed to leave. , Waiting for Chongweiwei's support.

He looked around. There were two guards at the gate of this independent courtyard, both of which were facing the side room. There were three other guards patrolling the back of the house and the left and right sides of the courtyard wall. When he came down just now, the patrolling guard was walking to the south. He was about to come back, and the guards at the rear were also walking towards him. If he was discovered, it would be an enemy.

Fu Qiufeng weighed it, stepped lightly on the ground, his body was floating like a cloud, and he flew under the eaves, flashed to the back of the house, the guard suddenly raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked around suspiciously, Turned back.

The moment the guard stepped back into the house, under the shelter of the house, Fu Qiufeng jumped down silently from the roof, covered the guard's mouth with one hand, and put a dagger across the guard's throat with the other.

"Do as I say." Fu Qiufeng threatened in a deep voice.

The guard raised his hands, glanced down, and then was taken aback, and found that the dagger was not sharpened.

"Just kidding! Can you kill me with a blunt knife?" Fu Qiufeng muffled the guard and scolded him. He knocked his elbow back and didn't touch anything, but his neck felt cold.

Holding the unsharpened dagger, Fu Qiufeng ducked low to avoid the elbow, wiped the blood on the back of the guard, and then stopped abruptly.

The guard fell on his back in disbelief, blood spattered out, Fu Qiufeng raised his toes to catch the corpse, kicked him lightly and turned him over, causing him to fall silently into the weeds.

Looking at the corpse, Fu Qiufeng thought of chopping off his subconscious hand while remembering the feeling of using the magic weapon in the past.

How does this explain the long-suffering hysteria in Qianfeng Township?

The author has something to say: Angry and jealous in the next chapter, Rong Fan: Whose perfume smells on you? ? ?