Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

The space in the interlayer of the box is enough to hide a person of normal stature. The box is exquisitely made, more than three feet high and five feet long. It can hold more than a guzheng. The interlayer is located at the base. Moisture-proof and padded solid wood.

"This is really..." Fu Qiufeng was rarely able to think of a response, "Unexpected."

"I not only play the qin, but also know how to make the qin. I am used to working with wood, and because I like to study some simple mechanics." Lan Er said modestly. There are several layers of black velvet, and a group of silk strings are hung casually on the side of the box. It is very natural, and it is almost impossible to detect the mystery at the bottom of the box just by looking and touching. , There are countless boxes and boxes, and unless they are destroyed with a knife and an axe, it is difficult to find what I have hidden."

"A girl from a brothel has a lot of spare time." Rong Fan hummed inexplicably.

"It is precisely because I have spent my leisure and reward money on these useless efforts that I am still a brothel woman." Lan Er said calmly, "I have seen countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries, but today I am able to meet nobles With the young master, there should be no regrets in this life."

"I haven't seen how many surprises and honors you have." Rong Fan raised his eyebrows, "I'm curious, how did you guess my identity?"

Lan'er looked out the window: "I recognize Chongweiwei's armor. The guards downstairs let you two go upstairs. Your identities must be unusual. I wasn't sure at first, but until you took out the handkerchief, The dragon patterns embroidered on it are unique to the royal family."

Fu Qiufeng secretly glanced at Rong Zhen, thinking that he exposed really quickly.

Rong Fan tightened his fingers holding the teacup, and instantly made up his mind that he would never wear such fancy handkerchiefs again.

Lan'er turned her eyes to Fu Qiufeng, nodded her head slightly and made a salute: "Actually, the young master is beside the nobleman, doesn't that also confirm my guess? If your appearance is not a coincidence, you are the master of Lanxin Pavilion, so I can come here with you Who else is there besides today's people?"

Rong Pin curled his index finger and rubbed his chin: "I heard that you are Shu Wuyan's disciple, so guess again, what is the purpose of me and Mr. Fu coming here?"

"I don't dare to be a disciple, I'm just Miss Yan's maid." Lan'er said humbly, looking at Fu Qiufeng from afar, nostalgia and regret flashed in her quiet eyes, "I was only seven years old at the time, and I could only do some things. The work of sweeping the floor and cleaning the windows, but it is always a personal servant girl, and she follows her every step of the way. If you want to get something from me, it must be about Miss Yan. Are you doing it for Mr. Fu?"

Rong Fan subconsciously tilted his head, saw Fu Qiufeng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, then coughed dryly, and said deliberately serious: "It seems that you are nothing more than that, Mr. Fu deserves my trouble to go out of the palace in person?"

Lan'er thought for a while, and added: "Minnv believes that Mr. Fu is worth it. Mr. Fu has a mission, and only you can order Mr. Fu, the owner of Lanxin Pavilion. The current situation must also be in your plan, Mr. Min What the girl said is for Mr. Fu, but also refers to your official business."

Rong Fen couldn't help but feel the frustration of being seen through, or even overestimated. This situation was not in his prediction. Lan Er's unhurried tone seemed to say that his denial of Fu Qiufeng was trying to cover up. He took a deep breath and forced himself Don't deliberately hide anything: "There are very few civil servants and military generals who dare to talk in front of me and speculate on my intentions. Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Your courtiers have high-ranking officials and rich salaries, and they have responsibilities and missions. They are naturally afraid of offending you and being entrusted with heavy trust." Lan'er lowered her eyes gently, "And I have nothing, why should I be afraid?"

"Everyone has life." Rong Fan reminded with a cold tone, threatening.

"...But people will eventually lose their lives." Lan'er closed her eyes lightly, and a short sentence crossed her lips like a sigh.

Rong Fen looked at her for a while, Lan Er had put away her short-term sadness, and regained her composure.

"Forget it, I really want to know everything about Shu Wuyan." Rong Fan took the lead to put away his stalemate, "Shu Wuyan, is this her real name? Where did she come from, when, and why did she come to Xisheng?" Pavilion?"

"As far as I know, it's her real name. She is from Yuzhou. Her parents died early and she made a living as a performer. Later, she was seriously ill and was rescued by Xisheng Pavilion. It was the 21st year of Youxing. If you want to inquire about any Qin who is a certain age Even female singers can know about it," Lan'er said.

"So what I want to hear is news that I can't get from those people." Rong Pin crossed his fingers and pressed his hands on his knees, with a half-smile, "I have been offended enough today, if you can't give me If you have a satisfactory answer, I will free you from this boring and indifferent world."

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng's tone was a bit suspicious and persuasive, "You..."

"Okay." Rong Fan said lightly, "Qing, step down first."

Fu Qiufeng was a little at a loss in the sudden distance, but he took a few steps back and closed his mouth.

Lan'er recalled for a moment, most of her memories of being seven years old were blurred, but these fragments filled all her happy moments scatteredly. Although it was only less than two years, the firm encouragement seemed to last as long as 20 years.

She can recall many episodes. Shu Wuyan's smile is always peaceful and gentle, and he tirelessly taught her to write, read, and play the piano, telling her that the nightmare will always end, as if she would never get angry or disappointed.

"I've seen something she wears before." Lan'er said hesitantly, "It's a long-life lock, not very valuable, but there is something else in that long-life lock, it's more like a box, open it After that, wrap the jade pendant inside."

Fu Qiufeng's eyes lit up when he heard it, and asked quickly, "What kind of jade pendant is it?"

"I can't remember clearly, but Miss Yan cherishes it very much. When I saw it, she told me not to tell it. It is a precious jade handed down from her family." Lan'er felt a little guilty, "I was more interested in Changshou Lock at the time. The mechanism of the lock is very delicate, so she gave me the Longevity Lock to play with, and put away the jade pendant carefully, but for some reason, the news leaked out. A guest came and talked with her alone for a long time. After the guest left, I saw her Covering your face with a handkerchief and crying, you only said that the customer bought the jade pendant, so I must never mention it to others."

"What kind of guest?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

"I don't know." Lan'er shook her head slowly, and glanced at Rong Fan's cuff, "But I still remember the handkerchief that Miss Yan used to wipe her tears. He must be a certain prince."

"My lord?" Rong Fan was stunned for a moment. At that time, the princes of the late emperor were still young, so I'm afraid they could only be one of his uncles.

"In the summer of Youxing's 21st year, there was a celebration in the capital." Lan Er tried to recall, "It seems because of winning a battle."

Rong Fan compared these conditions with the files he had read, and he was almost sure that the person who took the jade pendant was the later Jin Wang who rebelled.

Most of the first emperor's younger brothers had fiefdoms far away, only King Jin was in the north of the capital, and he could arrive in the capital in time for any celebration banquet.

"What's so special about that jade pendant, didn't Shu Wuyan mention it?" Rong Fan asked.

"No." Lan'er replied, "Only this matter is special, and Miss Yan never talked much about it."

Rong Fan thought for a while and said nothing. After a long while, he got up and raised his hand to Fu Qiufeng: "Let's go."

"Your Majesty, Miss Lan'er and Fan Xuan..." Fu Qiufeng tentatively asked.

Rong Fan walked to the door, and slowly glanced back at Lan'er who bowed her head respectfully: "Take Fan Xuan, Lan'er returns to Shuangren Platform."

Fu Qiufeng blinked: "Miss Lan'er, do you want to take her back too?"

"I don't want to say it a second time." Rong Fan warned him with displeased sideways eyes, "I will take you back. After I have dealt with this group of rebels, then there will be the words on your wall. Anyone who has anything to do with the remnants of the previous dynasty will be sent to me." Will not indulge."

"...Yes." Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to agree, he watched Rong Fan go downstairs quickly, and sighed slightly when he turned his head.

"My lord, don't blame yourself." Lan'er poured herself a cup of tea, calm as usual, "Fortunately, I still had time to finish this cup of good tea, and I was able to see with my own eyes the gloomy Frost Blade Terrace that was rumored to be like a hellish underworld. It's a brothel girl, even the ministers of the court, there are not many people, right?"

"The girl is really open-minded." Fu Qiufeng couldn't help admiring.

"I miss Miss Yan very much, and I want to become more like her." Lan'er smiled, "She always believed that the suffering would pass sooner or later, but it's a pity that she left first, and I can't see you following His Majesty."

"It's not a good reputation, so don't worry about it." Fu Qiufeng laughed at himself. He lived in his forties and spent most of his time stubbornly closing himself off. At this moment, he actually feels that Lan'er is much more mature than him. "Miss Lan'er also believes that ?"

Lan'er put down her teacup, walked down the stairs with Fu Qiufeng, put away her smile, "I don't believe it, waiting for the suffering to pass is just drifting with the tide and falling into a more turbulent river, so I don't want you to just wait."

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback: "I don't understand."

"I didn't reveal one thing just now." Lan'er said in a deep voice, "Miss Yan is a descendant of the royal family of the Yan Dynasty. Your Majesty will find out about this sooner or later. If you have this ability, you must do something, I don't want to see Miss Yan's child suffer like her."

Fu Qiufeng held on to the handrail of the stairs, and was taken aback by Lan Er's bold and dangerous words: "It's the most taboo to speak lightly and deeply, if I report this to His Majesty, you can imagine what will happen to you."

"Just think I'm talking about the girl." Lan'er's tone quickly became gentle again, even a little sly, "I bet you are a good man and won't betray me."

Fu Qiufeng handed Lan'er to Chongweiwei with complicated emotions, thinking that the cheapness of this body is really not for nothing, and it has such serious fatal flaws.

He didn't think he was a good man, but he really didn't want to betray Lan'er. He caught up with Rong Fan, and Rong Fan got into a carriage. He was used to following, but this time Rong Fan stretched out his hand to block the carriage curtain.

"General Qi has prepared a horse for you." Rong Pin pretended to be relaxed, "I will not wrong you to ride with me again."

Fu Qiufeng's fingers holding the carriage trembled, then moved away little by little, opened his mouth, and said in a low voice: "I am not wronged."

"Go back to the palace." Rong Fan lowered the curtain, pretending not to hear Fu Qiufeng's whispers, he saw Fu Qiufeng standing there blankly through the gap in the window, and suddenly became inexplicably depressed.

A forbidden soldier brought a horse, and Fu Qiufeng held the reins, feeling more and more strange. He felt that Rong Fen seemed to be angry with him, so he deliberately targeted him, but it didn't seem to be the case. After all, Rong Fen is now calmer than when he was angry too much.

He was depressed and complained about what kind of wind Rong Xuan was having, so he could only get on his horse and follow the team back to the Frost Blade Terrace.

The dungeon of Frost Blade Terrace was almost full. Fu Qiufeng took a pen and paper to record his confession. There was actually a monk in the dungeon. That man was Master Hong Shan from Zhaofa Temple. He confessed that when he was a young novice, he was often bullied It was the prince Rong Yu who came to offer incense to save him.

"...Gong Ziyu only asks the poor monk to provide an empty room for discussion, and has no other requirements." Hong Shan sat cross-legged in the cell without any regrets, "Gong Ziyu is the most loyal person to the prince. Master said that the poor monk The six sense organs are not clean, and the poor monk does not seek to achieve the right fruit, so I am content to be able to repay the prince a little in this life."

"Who did Gong Ziyu meet in Zhaofa Temple?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

Hong Shan kept silent, but the torture chamber in the Shuangrentai could not be vacated now, so Fu Qiufeng could only write down what he said first, and save it until the Shuangrentai cleared away a group of people before torture.

The dungeon was noisy, there were the curses of the rebels, the begging for mercy when they entered the prison, and the dark threats from the hidden guards. The son was locked in a room alone, lying on the straw mat, his eyes were closed, his face was slightly pale, as if he had had an uneasy sleep.

Fu Qiufeng frowned, opened the cell door, approached lightly, dragged the back of Lan'er's head and lifted it up slowly, and found a light bite mark on the hairline of the back of her neck as expected.

Rong Fan must know.

Fu Qiufeng began to sweat on his forehead, as long as Rong Fan gave a little hint, he could create an illusion for Lan'er who could tell the truth. Lan'er didn't know martial arts and had no internal strength, and would only fall faster.

He frowned and closed the door and went out, weighing whether to pretend not to notice this, and sincerely told Rong Fenshu that Wuyan may be the blood of the former royal family, so that Rong Fen would have more trust in his loyalty.

While thinking about it, Fu Qiufeng took the pile of confessions in his hand back to the main hall, then paused, saw that Rong Fan and Wei Yuan were also here, and Wei Yuan was crossing out the names of a list one by one, seeing Fu Qiufeng coming, he didn't intend to avoid him to stop Next talk.

But Rong Fan stretched out his hand, signaling Wei Yuan to be quiet.

"You know what to do." Rong Fan said coldly, "I'll go to the Political Affairs Hall to find Liu Zhixia first."

"Yes." Wei Yuan nodded, looked at Fu Qiufeng, hesitantly said, "My lord, what about breakfast..."

"When did you start talking nonsense?" Rong Fan glanced at him impatiently.

Wei Yuan was taken aback, and bowed his head deeply: "This subordinate is talking too much, and this subordinate knows his mistake."

Standing by the door, Fu Qiufeng was a little cautious by the suddenly cold atmosphere. He bowed and saluted, and caught up with Rong Yan when he walked past him without looking sideways: "Your Majesty, in fact, when you were in Youlan Residence, ..."

"Mr. Fu, if you have something important to do, please do so." Rong Fan folded his hands behind his back, raised his head solemnly, and left without stopping.

Fu Qiufeng has been in Dayi for nearly a month, and he has written many reports to Shuangrentai, but he has not yet written a single memorial. He watched Rong Fan quickly walk out of the gate, his voice was a little dry, no matter how dull he was, he should have noticed Liao Rongpin is deliberately alienating him.

Rong Fan stepped out of the Frost Blade Terrace and got into the soft sedan chair. Feng Ji waited by the side of the sedan chair and asked with a smile as always: "Your Majesty, you came out early, didn't you have dinner with Mr. Fu?"

"I'm not hungry." Rong Fan said irritably while covering his head in the sedan chair.

"The servant Liu came to the Political Affairs Hall early, he must be hungry." Feng Ji was very understanding.

"...Chuan Shan." Rong Fan took the opportunity to go down the steps, and tucked his loose hair back behind his ears. He didn't even dare to stroke his hair in front of Fu Qiufeng, pretending to be a calm emperor, but he shouted in his heart He stopped, and finished talking to Fu Qiufeng. This kind of desire to forcefully suppress himself made Rong Pin sigh, and Feng Ji turned his head frequently.

"Your Majesty, if you feel unwell, you'd better take a rest first and see the imperial physician." Feng Ji advised, "You really don't care about your health recently."

"I just... don't know what to do." Rong Pin was rarely troubled, "Suppose, suppose Liu Zhixia likes me, what should I do?"

After he assumed it himself, he couldn't even imagine it.

Feng Ji: "..."

Feng Ji was at a loss for words for a while, he thought that Rong Pin was going to say something about the crux of the situation between the DPRK and China, but it turned out that Liu Shilang shot an arrow out of the air.

"My servant feels that Your Majesty Xiaozhi refuses with reason because of emotion." Feng Jidao, "Liu Shilang is a reasonable person, and he will give up when his feelings are hopeless."

"What about Qi Jianshu?" Rong Fan grabbed another person, and then gave him a slap in the face.

"General Qi is cynical and sentimental. If His Majesty sternly refuses, he will definitely give up." Feng Ji felt that this assumption was incredible as he said.

"What about Wei Yuan?" Rong Fan clicked on the nearest confidant, and barely imagined the scene, a sense of guilt welled up.

Feng Ji quietly wiped his forehead with his sleeve: "Uh, Commander Wei is the most devoted to his duties. His Majesty politely refuses, and I believe he will not change his loyalty."

Rong Fan was lost in thought, Feng Ji couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, who made you be so careful that you can't bear to be hurt?"

"Is there?" Rong Fan asked back, "It's just a hypothesis."

"Forgive me for speculating on the holy will." Feng Ji bowed, "You would rather hypothetically ask your servant again and again. It can be seen that you don't care about it. If you are willing to refuse directly, why bother to think hard?"

Rong Fan was stunned when he heard this, did he care about Fu Qiufeng?Of course he cares, he appreciates Fu Qiufeng's ability and courage, and is willing to talk to Fu Qiufeng about the past. He can feel at ease around Fu Qiufeng, which is rare, but when it comes to feelings...he has never been in love with anyone, and he never trusts him Who will fall in love with, and hate the emperor for taking possession as a favor, he feels that he only regards Fu Qiufeng as a friend.

"He is a person who knows how to measure." Rong Jing sighed, Fu Qiufeng must have guessed about his identity, maybe he would give up because of this, that would be the best, he twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, "Be the emperor's pillow man , will not end well.”

Fu Qiufeng looked at the back of Rong Fan leaving, Wei Yuan looked at the back of Fu Qiufeng standing still, and the two of them stood at the entrance of the hall. After a while, Wei Yuan asked Fu Qiufeng inexplicably: "Are you offending the Lord? Although you acted without permission, you can It counts as meritorious service, what happened to you?"

Fu Qiufeng lamented in front of Wei Yuan, "I'm hurt."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Wei Yuan unbuttoned his lower armor from his waist and covered his face, looking at him indifferently.

Fu Qiufeng waved his hand: "It's not moaning without illness, it's a real injury."

Only then did Wei Yuan scrutinize him: "Is it serious? By the way, Tang Miao has saved his life. Now at Zhuyun Pavilion, if you are injured, you might as well go by."

"This is really good news. Senior Lin concentrates on treating Tang Miao. I'd better not join in the fun." Fu Qiufeng sighed with relief, and sighed, "It's just a small injury. I'm used to it, but His Majesty wants to bandage me up." Healing the wound, waiting for the golden sore medicine to make the wound hurt, making it difficult for me to ignore it, but His Majesty left first."

The corners of Wei Yuan's eyes twitched, he pondered for a while, and said, "What kind of metaphor are you talking about?"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Fu Qiufeng shook his head.

At this time, Wei Yuan finally began to miss the days when Tang Miao was here. With Tang Miao's personality, he would definitely go around to find out the truth and come back to share melon seeds and peanuts. Now he can only watch Fu Qiufeng pacing slowly back to the hall with his hands behind his back in a daze. , as if depressed and lost is about to return home.

He looked awkward, but finally decided to tell Fu Qiufeng the news: "My lord is going to the Zhuyun Pavilion to get the antidote tonight."

Fu Qiufeng clenched his fingers behind his back: "Then what does it matter to me? I still have to write a memorial."

"Go and see Tang Miao." Wei Yuan said, "If he wakes up, ask him to come back to work as soon as possible."

"...All right." Fu Qiufeng thought for a while and readily agreed.

The author has something to say: the countdown of Mr. Fu abandoning literature and joining martial arts

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I have cried a ton of tears in the past two days, why is knocking on cp so painful, I want to be a ruthless sugar sender, and I will definitely add more sugar in the future 〒▽〒