Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Rong Fan became angry from embarrassment, and a burst of irritability exploded in his heart. He lost control of himself again, and suddenly reached out to grab Fu Qiufeng by the throat, pressed him against the door frame, and said with a sneer, "My concubine, you are implying me, right? I don't mind putting you in front of this quack doctor..."

"This wandering doctor can cure you first." Lin Ying stepped forward and pulled a bowl of medicine from Rong Fan to his mouth, then turned his head and complained to Fu Qiufeng: "I've had enough of this poison, little friend Tang is in the back room , fainted, there is nothing to see."

"Senior, it's hard work." Fu Qiufeng thanked him sincerely. He retreated into the room and rubbed his neck. After the pain in his throat subsided, there was still an intermittent itching, which made him cough in a low voice, and he couldn't help being casual. Let's imagine that when Rong Fen's courtiers make Rong Fen angry, at most he will be scolded a few times and fined some monthly salary, but if he really becomes Rong Fen's male favourite, the punishment might change. People are speechless.

Tang Miao was lying on the only wooden couch in the messy room, his face pale and haggard, two layers of swollen strangle marks on his neck, and his breathing was weak. Fu Qiufeng tried Tang Miao's pulse. Although it was vain, the pulse was at least regular. jumping.

Tang Miao's clothes and weapons were placed on the side of the slightly narrow wooden couch. Fu Qiufeng pulled the thin blanket off the ground and covered it back for Tang Miao. A dagger and some odds and ends fell down again. He thought to himself that Lin Ying was really here. It is not suitable for patients to recuperate. He bent down and packed away the boxes, benches, lamps and a boot around the wooden couch. He picked up a rag mixed in Tang Miao's coat and touched it. The texture and weave were obviously not of The commoner clothes Tang Miao wore.

Lin Ying rolled into the room with a needle in his hand, and Fu Qiufeng took the opportunity to ask, "Senior, is this your thing?"

"It was brought by Tang Miao." Lin Ying glanced at the piece of cloth that Fu Qiufeng was holding, and frowned slightly, "Look carefully, he has broken three nails, and there are bloodstains on the cloth, which should be from when he resisted." Tear it off the enemy's body, and you can still carry the cloth with you at a critical moment, it must be a clue, you can take it back to the Frost Blade Platform."

Fu Qiufeng folded the rags and nodded, then asked: "Is Your Majesty okay?"

"Huh, that's great! He hesitated when I thanked me, but he was full of energy when he scolded me." Lin Ying tossed and turned in the box on the ground, and finally took out a porcelain jar, dipped the silver needle into the liquid in the jar, The vacant lot that Fu Qiufeng cleared up was piled up again.

"Excuse me, senior. It's all that poison and insidiousness. Your majesty still respects you very much when you are awake." Fu Qiufeng apologized, "Thank you for your painstaking efforts to treat your majesty. Tang Miao will continue to bother you to take care of your majesty."

Lin Ying raised his brows, and waved his hand comfortably: "Okay, okay, you should hurry him back to Lanxin Pavilion."

Fu Qiufeng went out to find Rong Fan, Rong Fan was still sitting in the yard adjusting his breath, he waited for a while, Rong Fan opened his eyes and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng said, "Senior Lin asked me to send you back to Lanxin Pavilion."

Rong Fan nodded and got up slowly: "The road is not far away, so let's walk with me."

Seeing him staggering, Fu Qiufeng was about to reach out to help him. Before he got close, he felt a burst of vigorous heat. Rong Fen's face was slightly flushed, and his thoughts were chaotic due to the rising body temperature when his internal energy was transporting and dissolving residual poison. In front of Fu Qiufeng, he gasped for a while, and raised his hand to reject Fu Qiufeng's support.

Fu Qiufeng raised his arms in the air, a little embarrassed, Rong Fan was already walking slowly, he licked the corner of his mouth, put his hands behind his back, looking for a topic to ask: "Has the imperial concubine already left?"

"Well, I'm going to arrange the Suzaku Palace." Rong Fan said softly.

"Did Gong Ziyu leave any clues to find out his identity?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

Rong Fan shook his head: "Gong Ziyu has another way out in Xisheng Pavilion's secret room. He is more than just a cunning rabbit, he has nothing to gain except the trick box."

"Has the mechanism box been opened?"

"...No, Liu Zhixia is helpless."

"The officials who participated in the secret meeting can always be convicted."

"It's not difficult."

Fu Qiufeng heard Rong Fan sigh secretly, he stopped this questioning which was as rewarding as it was stressful, and thought hard about a light topic: "Your Majesty, have you had your dinner yet?"

"Not yet." Rong Fan said, "Dine with me?"

Fu Qiufeng hesitated for a moment: "I have eaten at the Shuangren Terrace."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan raised his hand and pressed his forehead, thinking whether Fu Qiufeng was upright or stupid, he didn't even need to give him the chance to eat with him! "It seems that the food at Shuangrentai is very popular with you." Rong Fan said rather unbalancedly, "My imperial dining room should be closed."

"Absolutely not." Fu Qiufeng said hastily, "I thought His Majesty wouldn't invite you to have dinner with me again."

Rong Fan looked sideways: "Since you are worried, why don't you keep hiding it?"

He thought to himself that if Fu Qiufeng hadn't expressed his heart so blatantly in the secret room, he wouldn't have discovered the truth so quickly.

Fu Qiufeng wondered what to hide, with Mo Dou's phantom poison, Lan'er couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, so how could he hide it.

"Perhaps it's because I have a good gambling luck." Fu Qiufeng sighed, "Use the meager power I can do for His Majesty as a bargaining chip, betting that His Majesty needs me, and betting that His Majesty has a heart that no one doubts."

After hearing this, Rong Fan felt even more complicated. Fu Qiufeng threw everything at his fingertips. While waiting for his answer, did he also feel anxious as if his life was hanging by a thread? ?

As soon as he thought of Fu Qiufeng's struggles, an instinctive impulse began to attack his reason. Fu Qiufeng's identity, background, and suspicious points all seemed to be irrelevant at this moment.

Fu Qiufeng who was at the side didn't know why Rong Fan suddenly lost his voice, he asked hesitantly, "Your Majesty? Are you alright?"

"Help me up." Rong Fan stretched out his arm in front of Fu Qiufeng, looking at him with regret mixed with some kind of comfort and wrong indulgence, as if this hand was making Fu Qiufeng drink poison to quench his thirst.

Fu Qiufeng shuddered silently. If Rong Pin handed him a knife at this time, he could still understand it as compensation for the minor injuries he suffered from life and death. Can't figure it out.

He helped Rong Fan back to the Lanxin Pavilion. As soon as he stepped into the gate, he heard the sound of chiseling the wall. Fu Qiufeng tilted his head inexplicably. The Frostblade was peeled off and stored properly, the wall should be repairing now."

"...The minister returned to the Shuangren Terrace?" Fu Qiufeng couldn't help but eager to try.

Rong Fan turned his head and said tentatively: "I didn't want to go too much at first, and I'm staying in Lanxin Pavilion tonight, but now it seems that I still want to go back."

"Then Your Majesty is going back now?" Fu Qiufeng blinked, "Shuangrentai and Bixiao Palace are on the way, I will see you off."

Rong Fan hissed, hating iron for being weak: "When I go back to Bixiao Palace, you just send me off?"

Fu Qiufeng wondered if he had used a wrong word, he pondered cautiously: "Your Majesty, I respectfully send you off?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan angrily thought that Fu Qiufeng really deserved it.

He was about to leave in a flick of his sleeves, when he heard the sound, he hurried over, knelt down in front of the gate and kowtowed in pleading guilty: "I refer to Your Majesty, my lord, I should be punished for dereliction of duty."

Thinking of this incident, Rong Fan snorted displeasedly: "What did I say?"

"If Mr. Fu has any problems, let the minister be buried with him." An Yi repeated.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help turning his head: "Your Majesty, that's not the case! The minister has come back intact, and even if there is an accident, the Frost Blade Terrace should not lose a general. If the subordinates cannot complete the tasks within the scope of their abilities, they should indeed be punished." , but Gong Ziyu's martial arts are so strong and unpredictable, it is not An Yi who can fight against him, I hope His Majesty will be more lenient."

"Aiqing is magnanimous, but I still have lingering fears." Rong Fan folded his arms slowly, "If the offender cannot be punished, wouldn't everyone have nothing to fear?"

"My lord, you are kind-hearted, I appreciate you, but please stop pleading for me." An Yi lowered his head in shame.

"...Forget it." Fu Qiufeng felt bored when someone praised him for his kindness, "Have you finished the official duties of the Frost Blade Terrace?"

"Yes." An Yi replied.

"Your Majesty, I still ask for your mercy." Fu Qiufeng cupped his hands and looked at Rong Fan.

Rong Fan didn't think how important An was to Fu Qiufeng, it was just for the sake of the people in Shuangrentai, but he was still a little unhappy, staring at An Yi and sneered: "Young Master Fu suffered a sword wound."

An Yi raised his head in surprise, then skillfully put his left arm against the scabbard, and suddenly pulled out a section of the saber. The light from the blade brushed against his forearm, cut his sleeve, and the blood splattered around with the blade. , kowtowed deeply and begged: "Young Master, I dare not commit any crimes again. I will definitely protect you. I beg Your Majesty to continue to let you be Master Fu's guard."

"Next time, Mr. Fu's intercession will be useless." Rong Fan's tone turned cold.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." He secretly said happily, "Thank you, Young Master!"

"Get up quickly, and bandage first." Fu Qiufeng sighed helplessly, and pushed his sword back into its sheath, "The weapons of the dark guards should be stained with the blood of the enemy."

An Yi supported the injured arm, looked at Fu Qiufeng carefully, and said stubbornly in his tone of persuasion: "I will use this injury to remember today's shame, and I will risk my life in the future to protect your son. !"

Fu Qiufeng touched his cuff, took out a handkerchief, and simply tied it around An Yi's arm, and said with a smile: "You kid, how can you not understand it?"

An Yi slightly raised his eyebrows: "I'm already 27 years old."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng was stunned and thought that this baby face was too deceptive, he always thought that An Yi was similar to Wei Yuan, so he wanted to treat the young man more leniently.

"Brother." Fu Qiufeng patted An on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Then you can do it yourself. After treating the injury, help with the decoration first. I will return to Shuangren Terrace later."

Rong Fan squinted at Fu Qiufeng from the shadow of his eyelashes. He was also really surprised. When An Yi went to him, he asked many questions, but he didn't ask An Yiyue. Become a confidant, and catch up with the unlucky brat whose master has fallen.

"Mr. Fu, how long are you going to stay?" Rong Pin sneered coldly, "Do you need me to send you a bottle of golden sore medicine and a knife so that you can cut his clothes and bandage him?"

"Hey, I'll be here soon." Fu Qiufeng quickly caught up with Rong Fan, and touched the cloth still wrapped around his shoulders through his clothes.

Rong Fan no longer needed to pretend to be poisoned, and walked on the road with Fu Qiufeng ostentatiously. The maids and maids who passed by bowed and saluted, and at the same time they all quietly looked at Rong Fan. Seeing that Rong Fan's expression and behavior were very normal, they began to speculate about the past few days The news is indeed a rumor.

"That's right." Rong Fan deliberately walked slowly with his hands behind his back, "Have you changed your medicine yet?"

"Not yet." Fu Qiufeng said honestly, "I will talk about it at the Frost Blade Terrace."

"Bixiao Palace also has wound medicine." Rong Pin had hinted to a certain extent, "Since you are not a martial arts practitioner, it's better not to waste time, so as not to leave scars."

"Dark guards, injuries are commonplace, and scars are also..." Fu Qiufeng waved his hands nonchalantly, and felt that Rong Bing's eyes were very piercing while talking.

"Come to Bixiao Palace!" Rong Fan had no choice but to say angrily, "I will give you a chance, so don't know what to do."

Fu Qiufeng secretly thought about the opportunity, he really doesn't care about the so-called beauty.

"Yes, I obey the order." Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to agree.

When he arrived at Bixiao Palace, Rong Fan took out a medicine box from under his bed and threw it on the table, asked the maid to pour warm water, prepared towels and cleaned the clothes, and when Fu Qiufeng was about to untie his belt, he said, "I just care about you." It's just an injury, don't think too much about it," Strangely emphasized, got uprightly and went out to avoid it.

Fu Qiufeng was confused a lot today, he faintly felt that the conversation between Rong Fan and him seemed to be subtly off the center, but he couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up thinking about it and change his medicine first.

Standing in the spacious courtyard, Rong Fan had just washed his face with cold water. The wind blew on the dripping skin, and there was a constant tension. The bright galaxy is dazzling, the stars spread into the gray shadow of the palace, and then gradually thinned out, dyed gray and transparent on the horizon that is not far away.

He likes looking at the starry sky, the sea of ​​clouds, and the flower fields, but he doesn't like the dead and silent palace. Looking at these high and vast natural scenery, it seems that he can also be separated from the hustle and bustle of the world, floating in the world like the wind. For a while, he got a momentary respite, but this time he wanted to escape for a slightly different reason. He didn't know what to do to Fu Qiufeng...he didn't know whether it was right for him to consider Fu Qiufeng's feelings in every possible way. correct.

When Wei Yuan came to Bixiao Palace in an emergency, he hesitated for a moment, then cleared his throat and let out a bewildered look.

"My lord." Wei Yuan approached a little closer, and reported in a low voice, "The secret guard found a corpse in the well in the backyard of Xisheng Pavilion. It was not killed by the imperial guards or the secret guard. It looks like the bodyguard was bought by Gong Ziyu. He was killed by a blow to the throat, but the body was soaked in water, and the exact time of death is hard to judge."

Rong Fan frowned, and quickly remembered the spot of blood on Fu Qiufeng's dagger: "I'll go and have a look."

He walked a few steps, went back and shouted again, called the palace maid and said: "Pass on my oral order, let Mr. Fu stay in Bixiao Palace to rest tonight, don't wait for me, if there is no order from me, don't leave Bixiao Palace a step .”

Wei Yuan followed and asked tentatively, "My lord, do you doubt Mr. Fu?"

"In your opinion, does he know martial arts?" Rong Fan asked.

Wei Yuan shook his head: "This subordinate has poor eyesight, but if he is lurking undercover, it is very likely that he has deliberately practiced the method of concealing the breath of internal energy."

"If you send a secret guard to pretend to be assassinated, try him?" Rong Fan suggested.

"I'm afraid it won't work. Mr. Fu is extremely sensitive, and he is familiar with the hidden guards of the Frost Blade Terrace. If you rashly send someone to expose it, Mr. Fu will hate you." Wei Yuan remonstrated.

"There are too many people who hate me in the world." Rong Pin closed his eyes, and said coldly, "Since the dark guards are familiar with it, then let Qi Jianshu send someone who can be trusted by the Chongwei guards to directly attack the vital points. Wu, you have to guard against it."

"Then if you can't stop?" Wei Yuan was startled, seeing Rong Fan clenched his fists in secret.

"Seek your luck." Rong Pin's voice was dry and hoarse, "He dares to show off his gambling luck to me, and I will believe in his gambling luck."

Wei Yuan hesitated to speak, as if he felt that it was inconvenient for him to presume, he thought about it and did not speak.

"Speak frankly, I never really blamed you." Rong Fan stopped and waited for him.

"My lord, if you don't care about Mr. Fu, why is the order so difficult?" Wei Yuan really couldn't bear it, "You care about him, and if you give such an order again, you are torturing yourself."

Rong Fan's heart tightened, and he forcibly argued: "Why should I care about a man who is only a little smart?"

"If you don't care, you won't become more like you before." Wei Yuan's voice was very soft, a little cautious, watching Rong Fan's expression, "...you have become more and more lethargic in the past three years The subordinates are unfamiliar, and the subordinates have been afraid to speak out, not because they are afraid that the Lord will punish you, but because they are afraid that your faith will be shaken."

Rong Fan was taken aback for a moment, then slowly turned his head: "You said I've changed?"

"We worked hard in the country of Li, and went back to the border to calculate. There were countless dangers and our lives were on the line. But at that time, you planned with Shangguan Yu, traded with Lin Ying, and used the time when the country of Li stationed troops on the border to force the late emperor to make you king and allocate military power to help you. You fought against the enemy, we climbed from desperadoes to commander in chief of the armed forces, from uncertain future to full of ambition, you could still smile from the bottom of your heart." Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, "At that time, my subordinates thought that the throne would be the end."

Rong Fan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Can't I laugh now?"

"My subordinates have watched you step by step until today, but since you really won the throne, you really...killed Rong Yu for revenge." Wei Yuan said the name slowly and complicatedly, and glanced at Rong Yan, " You are only angry, disappointed, ridiculed, and contemptuous, and you never laughed because of joy again. Forgive me, the throne is not the end, it is a quagmire, it cannot end the pain, it can only make people sink deeper and deeper in the pain. "

"...I seldom hear you say so many sincere words." Rong Fan smiled wryly, "I understand, some words are more comfortable than holding them in my heart. To get it, you have to sit still, and even sit better... Sometimes I don’t know whether I have taken revenge on the late emperor? I should be a foolish king, a tyrant, I should ruin Dayi, so that the late emperor can live in Jiuquan. Beat your chest and stamp your feet."

"You are a wise king." Wei Yuan praised sincerely, "Your subordinates are incompetent, neither can share your worries in the court, nor are they qualified to be your confidant."

"Mr. Fu told me that he regards me as a friend." Rong Pin pursed his lips and smiled, Wei Yuan was used to it, a smile from the bottom of his heart, "I said I don't have many friends, and I have already made you Count it in."

Wei Yuan was a little flattered: "What is the virtue and what is the ability of this subordinate!"

"Besides you, who else will accompany me in our troubles?" Rong Fan stepped back to the Shuangren Platform, sighing and laughing at himself, "The burden on my shoulders is too heavy, and the power in my hands is too great, so I will inevitably lose myself. In the past three years, I have sometimes been angry ...Have I ever done anything? You were injured while chasing a fugitive, and I pinched your shoulder. Thinking about it now, it was just venting my anger. It was I who insisted on coming to the cold palace alone without a guard. It is my fault to blame you, and I want to apologize to you."

Wei Yuan didn't expect to find out this matter by digging up old accounts, he was a little at a loss: "I didn't blame you, and the master who was unknown at that time, my subordinates really failed to capture him...Speaking of it, That person mysteriously disappeared in the palace, which is really puzzling."

"He didn't come to assassinate me, and I don't have time to investigate him now, that's all." Rong Pin bit his lower lip in distress, "I will never go back to the past after all, I have to be cautious."

"There are other ways." Wei Yuan reassured, "Mr. Fu should be very special to you."

"He can just listen to my nagging." Rong Fan tried to clarify.

"Actually, my subordinates think that the best way is for you to do it yourself." Wei Yuan said, "Your ability to hide your breath has reached the peak, if you add another disguise, Mr. Fu will definitely not be able to recognize it."

Rong Fan took a deep breath: "... If I start to assassinate, I can't take it in and out freely. Even if he doesn't die, he will lose half of his life."

Wei Yuan looked at the flickering eyes of Rong Yan when he said this from the corner of his eye, and suddenly thought: "If the subordinates replace the previous 'care' with 'like', what does the master think?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Wei Yuan said complicatedly: "You smashed the subordinate five times with the memorial, slapped the subordinate once, touched the injured arm of the subordinate twice, and whipped the subordinate while interrogating the prisoner...Although it was just a whip If the clothes are damaged, the rest of the subordinates will not talk about it, but you have forgotten it so many times, you must not have forgotten the whip that beat Mr. Fu, and when else did you touch him?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Standing at the gate of the Shuangrentai, Rong Fan slowly turned his head: "Master Wei, you still say you don't hold grudges?"

"Although this subordinate remembers it, he really doesn't hold grudges." Wei Yuan said solemnly.

Rong Fan thought about the word "like" with a straight face, and always felt that it was not appropriate. If he liked Fu Qiufeng, and Fu Qiufeng also liked him, wouldn't it be all right?Then what?

Rong Fan was a bit at a loss, and couldn't find a reason to refute Wei Yuan. If he was really so special to Fu Qiufeng, it meant that he must have some equally special feelings towards Fu Qiufeng.

Is there any special emotion other than liking?There must be, there must be!

He shook his head, refusing to continue thinking about the unanswered question, and went straight to the morgue at Frostblade Terrace.

The corpse that was fished out of the well was swollen and pale, the skin was transparent and rotten. Rong Yan squinted his eyes, staring at the wound on the neck of the corpse, and poked it open with a knife.

"The most puzzling thing is that the wound looks like a blunt weapon." Wei Yuan said.

"I, I sent Mr. Fu a blunt weapon." Rong Fan let out a long breath, and covered the body with the white cloth.

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