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The dancing girl fell to the ground, and the tray also fell down. Fu Qiufeng put the dagger on her neck, and saw that the dancing dress was quite exotic. The fiery red top was wide open at the neck and had no sleeves. Gold tassels, paired with a light and wide-sleeved blouse, bells are hung on the belt of the lower garment, and layered tulle is exposed at the hem.

Fu Qiufeng said solemnly: "Your Majesty... After all, we are here to take a huge risk. If you don't want to return empty-handed, then you have to make up your mind and make a sacrifice."

Rong Fan picked up the clothes, shook them, and two pairs of golden armbands and anklets fell out. He solemnly agreed: "I... It's extremely luxurious. Your master is hiding in a cave, but he doesn't forget to enjoy himself in time. Young Master, I am very glad that you have the consciousness of sacrifice."

The dancing girl twitched and covered her mouth: "Heroes, those are the pure gold jewelry given by the master. You can take them all away. The servants were just kidnapped here with the madam. They don't know any secrets. Please treat them as if you were two good men." Do good deeds and let the servants go."

"When did I say I wanted to kill you?" Rong Pin glanced at her with a half-smile, "You're still useful."

"Yes, yes, no matter what the hero says, I will definitely do it." The dancer nodded knowingly.

"It's colder here than in the mountains." Rong Pin picked up the jacket and threw it on Fu Qiufeng, "Be careful to catch a cold, wear it lightly, and don't tear it... Oh, I forgot, you are a frail scholar, how could you Rip your clothes with all your strength."

Fu Qiufeng's eyelids twitched, he hooked the tray with his toes, picked up the outer shirt, quickly hung it on Rong Fan's arm, and said with concern: "It's underground, it's a bit cold and damp, you'd better wear two more."

Instead of being angry, Rong Fan smiled, and his red lips were slightly pursed, showing a trace of deliberate affectation, but in the bright eyes, it became heart-stirring and lovable: "If you don't want to return in vain, you can only do this trick. If you don't help me, young master, who else can I count on? I think young master is just lying to me, and only relying on sweet words to ask me to forgive you, what a mean and despicable man."

Fu Qiufeng shuddered all over, Rong Pin's sad look made the dancer feel ashamed, her eyes widened and she secretly guessed the weird relationship between the two.

"I decided to refuse because of my master's consideration." Fu Qiufeng turned his head and raised his hand to cover Rong Fan's face with a straight face, and said in a deep voice with considerable distress, "I know that I am ordinary-looking, I don't understand Fengyue, and I don't have a How can you share the master's worries with your skills? If you insist on driving ducks to the shelves, you will be embarrassed and easily expose your identity, which will only delay the master's plan."

"We've come here, we're on the verge of getting here, and we may be discovered by the guards at any time. You have the time to talk eloquently, so why don't you think about how to solve the problem?" Rong Chen criticized him displeasedly, "What are you afraid of when you look ordinary, look, here There's a veil."

Fu Qiufeng stared at the veil that Rong Fan had turned over, and said overjoyed: "My lord! I have always been afraid that your stunning appearance would be too dazzling. If you were to be icing on the cake with this dress, it would definitely attract too much attention and increase danger. Now that you have the veil to cover it , everything is ready!"

Rong Fan took a deep breath silently: "My son's words are wrong. If you still hold the pipa and half cover your face, wouldn't it be more eye-catching? Don't shirk it and change it quickly."

Fu Qiufeng thought to himself that you are fat and you are still panting, but he refused fearfully: "No, no, no, I am bloated, and no one can change my clothes when they are worn out."

"It's okay, I brought a hidden weapon flying needle, and I will sew it for you on the spot."

"Then with the master's dexterity, he must be the best candidate for dressing up and dancing."

The two held the clothes and gave way to each other. The dancer looked at it for a while and said weakly: "This is not suitable for the two heroes. We also have the clothes worn by the sisters who are dancing."

Rong Fan squinted at her, threw his coat back to Fu Qiufeng, and talked nonsense with him, and the irritability when he first went up the mountain disappeared inexplicably, reminding him of the days when Fu Qiufeng was not exposed in the palace. Retelling a few sentences of Fu Qiufeng's words was astonishing, and my impetuous and confused mood subconsciously settled down with the tangible memories.

"That's the end of the joke." Rong Fan lowered his face and threw a porcelain bottle to Fu Qiufeng, "No one wants to steal your clothes, but you have to do something for me. This is a colorless and odorless poison. Your master Since you want to watch the singing and dancing, you must have some food and wine, so find a way to bring us to meet your master, and then pour the medicine into his food and wine."

The dancer's face turned pale: "My family has never done such a thing, my family dare not..."

Fu Qiufeng forced the medicine bottle into the dancer's hands, then squeezed her chin, stuffed another pill into her mouth, and threatened sinisterly: "Either you hit the wall and commit suicide right now, or follow my orders. I will give you the antidote, otherwise the poison will break out, and your intestines will be pierced and your whole body will rot and die."

The dancer turned pale with fright, scratched her throat and retched desperately.

Fu Qiufeng was used to doing this kind of thing, so he got up with his usual expression. From the corner of his eye, he saw Rong Fin, but he saw that Rong Fen was downcast and thoughtful, and his expression was not very good.

"I didn't bring that kind of poison." Fu Qiufeng went a few steps and explained in a low voice next to Rong Fan's ear, "It's just the medicine for internal injuries and blood congestion from the Frost Blade Terrace."

"So what, I will pity a dancing girl." Rong Fan came back to his senses, pushed him away, and said to the dancing girl, "Girl, don't worry, we don't want to do more evil, take us to a safe place first." Here, not only will I not kill you, but I will also reward you with a thousand gold."

The dancer shivered, wiped her tears and got up, tremblingly said: "I will do it, you must give me the antidote!"

Fu Qiufeng conscientiously put on a bad face: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

The two followed the dancing girl through the winding corridors. Fu Qiufeng silently memorized the route. The three of them came to a spacious hall. It's like a place to practice dance music.

The dancing girl entered the door first, and there were two other girls in the hall, they asked in surprise, "What's wrong with your eyes, are you crying?"

"I... I fell down on the road and it hurt." The dancer prevaricated, "Why haven't you left yet, you're going to perform a dance for the master soon."

"Let's go now, did you fall seriously, can you still jump?" a sister asked concerned.

"It's okay, I'm proficient." The dancer was relieved, and then she stood by the door, trying to block Rong Ping and Fu Qiufeng in the corridor.

The two girls left one by one, the dancing girl let out a long sigh of relief, and when she turned her head, Fu Qiufeng let go of the ceiling of the corridor and jumped down. Rong Yan then flashed out from the corner, looked left and right, entered the hall and closed the door.

The bedrooms at the back of the hall are the residences of the dancing girls. There is a full bed and a lot of mirrors for dressing and dowry. The dancers who are preparing for the next show, watch from the outside, and if there is a chance, they can also pour tea and wine for the Lord."

"Yeah." Rong Fan nodded, and flicked through the folded clothes in the closet twice.

Fu Qiufeng hesitated for a moment: "Can't you pretend to be a servant?"

"The master doesn't use young and strong servants, only weak girls." The dancer explained.

"Hmph, he's really afraid of death." Fu Qiufeng sneered, and then realized that Rong Fan was really choosing seriously, and said in shock, "Your Majesty...is it necessary? Are you really going to pretend to be a maid? It's too...too dangerous Disrespectful, too disrespectful."

"Otherwise? I'm waiting here?" Rong Fan asked back as a matter of course, "Disguise and disguise is an essential skill for assassins, and it's not something that scholars like you can understand."

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being speechless, deeply feeling that he still didn't understand Rong Fan's determination, and sighed: "So you are already proficient."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan couldn't help clarifying emphatically: "Having said that, I actually don't! Wear! Pass! Women's clothes."

"Yes, you didn't wear it, I did, really." Fu Qiufeng also stepped forward, took a relatively normal water blue skirt from the hanger next to him, compared his height, and muttered, "Just This one."

Rong Fan was still picking and picking, and when he tilted his head, Fu Qiufeng had already quickly taken off his coat, packed up the odds and ends, put on the skirt, untied his hair belt, and sat in front of the mirror stand, looking at the mirror seriously and professionally. turned away.

Just now Rong Fan thought that Fu Qiufeng's crossing was perfunctory, but now he believed it, and he couldn't explain it: "Could it be that some squire in Qianfeng Township has this habit, and you are happy to have a chance to work part-time to make money?"

Fu Qiufeng took out a wooden comb and began to divide and toss his hair. He was a little rusty after not doing it for a long time, and said while braiding: "This is wronging me. A gentleman loves money and obtains it in a proper way. How can he betray his integrity."

Rong Jing rolled his eyes, he finally chose a golden red dress, this style reminded him of Shangguan Yu, he gritted his teeth and put on his coat without taking off, tightened the collar tightly to cover the black night clothes inside, and waited. After he changed, Fu Qiufeng even finished his makeup.Fu Qiufeng got up and spread his hands, turning around naturally, the blue skirt seemed to raise waves in a circle, his waist was narrow and thin under the belt embroidered with floral flowers, and looking up, the double bun was lively and pure , the broken hair in front of the forehead covered the slightly tough slanting eyebrows, only revealing the bright eyes and bright red lips under the eyelashes, like a heroic young girl.

Rong Fan awkwardly tugged at his tense collar, his eyes fell on Fu Qiufeng's generous smiling face, and he said expressionlessly, "I'll just wait here."

"This is the disguise you admire so much. I even cut some bangs, which won't grow back in a month." Fu Qiufeng ruined all the atmosphere as soon as he opened his mouth, "Sit down, with an imposing face like yours, As long as you add a little bit of embellishment, it will definitely be more beautiful... Well, in short, when I am by your side, it is like leaning on a jade tree."

"Remember it for me. I will reward you with the best cell when you return to the Frost Blade Terrace." Rong Fan sat down angrily, gritting her teeth in a low voice as a warning.

If makeup and combing hair are also within the scope of disguise, then Fu Qiufeng's technique is indeed commendable. Rong Fan stared at the mirror, that bit of annoyance mixed with curiosity about what Fu Qiufeng learned, gradually fermented into deeper resentment, and couldn't help clapping hands at Fu Qiufeng When he was finished, he asked in a cold voice: "Where did you learn this? Anyway, the crime of deceiving the emperor is not overwhelming, so let's lie to me a few more times."

Fu Qiufeng hesitated to speak, Rong Fan slowly turned around from the chair, habitually raised his legs, different from his concealed style, he boldly exposed his forehead to Rong Fan, but it was different from the gorgeous suit on his body. The matching of her dress didn't feel inconsistent at all, and she looked more aggressive, arrogant and arrogant.

"Minister..." Fu Qiufeng couldn't help but look away, "After returning to the palace, I will definitely report everything to His Majesty."

The author has something to say: Don't set a flag, Mr. Fu!