Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Rong Fan's whole body was shocked, in unbelievable surprise, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were flushed, the mist in his eyes moistened the fine eyelashes, and there was a clear tear trail on his face.

Fu Qiufeng was still a little dazed, the hand on his shoulder was at a loss for a moment, and he lifted it up after tightening his strength. He had never seen Rong Ping so frightened, and his heart was beating absurdly because of this fragility. He couldn't help but evade. Opening his eyes, opening and closing his pale lips, he said softly, "I'm fine, I'll always... be your secret guard."

Rong Fan casually touched his face, and quickly let go of Fu Qiufeng, happily rejoicing that all the makeup should have been washed away in the river, so that he wouldn't look too embarrassed at this time, and calmed down to reflect that his emotions were too fluctuating, and he had already lost Strictly judged, Fu Qiufeng just lost too much blood, and he was far from dying, definitely not.

"My eyes were only hurt by the river water. Since you are fine, you are fine. Why are you crying?" Rong Fan spoke hoarsely and dryly, turned around to get the fire bag, brought the pile of branches to Fu Qiufeng and tried to light the fire.

"Yeah, it's just that the water that I choked just now came out." Fu Qiufeng leaned sideways on the stone wall. Supporting his head was a burden. joking.

Rong Fan wanted to stare at him, but glanced over, looking at the bloodless and smiling face, but there was only great sadness and sorrow, he held the fire folder in his hand, fearing that it would be blown out by the wind, at this moment even the hell The Judge Pen is not breathless under its weight.

"Ha... If you dare to mock me, I will remember this account." Rong Fan also let out a few stiff laughs to join him, the faint light of the fire illuminated the gloomy cave more treacherously and gloomyly, and the sound of the wind and the river broke in Inside the cave, there was a creepy whining sound. He couldn't remember how long he had been lighting it. He didn't really feel happy until a bright flame sprang up and almost burned his hand.

Only then did he feel pain in his palm, and his left hand, which was too close to the flame, was hot and red, but the warmth of the campfire was slowly dissipating, and he couldn't care less about this little injury.

Fu Qiufeng has been looking at Rong Fan, his slender fingers are covered with mud, and his hair is still dripping, strands of water are hanging down his forehead and back. The temperature seems to make him more comfortable, so he cheers up and thinks about it , asked: "Your snake, is it okay?"

"Snakes can swim, of course it's fine." Rong Fan wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes, feeling anxious that he should do something else, the back of Fu Qiufeng's hanging hand turned blue, and he subconsciously held that hand, wanting to give it to him After a little bit of warmth, but when I touched it, I realized that my hands were also cold, maybe not as good as Fu Qiufeng, so I pretended to wrap my clothes with his sleeves to cover it up.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng was still sharp even though he was seriously injured, he directly grabbed Rong Fan's hand, and then took a few weak breaths, "This is not like you."

"What do you know about me?" Rong Fan paused, and then grabbed Fu Qiufeng with his backhand.

"Commander Wei will definitely come." Fu Qiufeng smiled, "This is not a dead end, you don't have to panic, you have always been confident and calm, and you don't have to mess yourself up because of the minister, this is the duty of the minister."

Rong Fan stared at him complicatedly: "You are different, you are the first... I always thought that I would die alone, maybe die young, and there are women in my harem who love me, and there are those who love glory and wealth." Women, there are also women who enter the palace for the benefit of the family, but no matter what kind, I never thought of spending this life with them."

Fu Qiufeng touched his forehead with the other hand, feeling a little hot vaguely, but he shouldn't be so burned that he couldn't understand Rong Fan's words, but at the moment he was really in a fog, and asked randomly: "What about that?" You are looking for Senior Lin, I mean to see a doctor."

Rong Fan suddenly laughed angrily, and let go of his hand through gritted teeth: "I'm not sick! I'm just... I'm not physically sick!"

Fu Qiufeng coughed twice, and sighed innocently: "I'm really not an imperial doctor, so what does this have to do with me?"

Rong Fan looked at Fu Qiufeng helplessly, as if saying that your injury can still be cured, but your brain is hopeless. He sat down beside Fu Qiufeng, carefully supported him, took off the blue skirt and folded it by the bonfire to warm up. Let Fu Qiufeng lie on his lap, take off his half-dry coat and cover him up.

Now that there is no wound medicine, and his dagger was thrown into the river, Rong Fan didn't dare to treat Fu Qiufeng's wound rashly, the arrow point on Fu Qiufeng's back was still pierced in the flesh, the blood was bleeding intermittently, and even his coat was stained red.

"Didn't you admit it all? If you don't tell the truth now, when will you wait?" Rong Fan slowly touched the broken shaft of the arrow with his fingertips, without even trying, he knew that the sharp arrow had already firmly bit the muscle, Pulling it out directly will only cause more serious injuries, the arrow...a nightmare he is all too familiar with,

Fu Qiufeng was resting on Rong Fan's leg, and he could see Rong Fan's expression clearly just by looking up a little. He became more and more puzzled, and asked, "What do you admit?"

"You! Don't you like me?" Rong Yan said bluntly in a fit of anger, "Why are you so cowardly? If you don't tell me, I will tell you that you like me! You are the first man who dares to like me!"

"How could this be so! There is such a thing!" Fu Qiufeng blurted out, his brain froze for a while, first he was thinking that he had protected Rong Fan on the suspension bridge, but his feelings would not be so fast, and then he wanted Rong Fan to take advantage of the danger to get along with him Confession, shouldn't it be said "I like you"?What is the first man who dares to like him, this kind of words makes the scalp tingle with embarrassment.

"When did I like you?" Fu Qiufeng forgot to insist on the etiquette, he insisted on standing up, and asked in a daze and astonishment.

Rong Fan clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground: "You still say it's good to be my friend!"

Fu Qiufeng was even more puzzled: "My God, wouldn't it be nice to be His Majesty's friend?"

Rong Fan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng was dizzy and forced to examine Rong Yan's uncertain and unpredictable expression, and he had a sudden realization, and finally understood the weirdness that they vaguely noticed when they talked before. He sat up in shock and asked, "Did you I always thought that I fell in love with you and wanted to be a queen?"

"Isn't it?" Rong Fan asked in shock.

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng clarified in a broken voice: "I don't have it! I have absolutely no feelings for you, and absolutely never want to do anything wrong with you. You are the emperor, and I will not dare to give you 1 courage!"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan closed his eyes fiercely, and said in grief and indignation: "Then what do you mean that dragons can only be viewed from a distance?"

Fu Qiufeng's mind buzzed continuously: "This minister deserves to die, I sent you away to divert your attention."

Rong Fan said unwillingly, "I'm close to you, why are you blushing?"

Fu Qiufeng said sincerely: "Your appearance is unparalleled in the world. Anyone who sees it will blush. Everyone has a love for beauty."

Rong Fan roared: "Then you have unreasonable thoughts about me!"

Fu Qiufeng also raised his voice: "It's two different things. Even if I like my minister, I still like your face."

"You..." Rong Yan's hands trembled angrily, "Superficial, ridiculous, vulgar!"

Fu Qiufeng hurriedly raised his hand to explain: "It's appreciation, I really don't mean to be dirty at all!"

"Then you're saying my thoughts are filthy?"

"I have absolutely no such intentions, any of your ideas are reasonable!"

Rong Fen turned his head, took a few deep breaths, his ears were red from embarrassment, and he was indescribably disappointed. He couldn't help but feel that his entanglement these days had become a joke, and it was all his own sad delusion.

Fu Qiufeng was also forced to calm down, and the atmosphere in the cave fell into a stalemate. When the excitement gradually calmed down, as if the last flash of light was draining his last energy, he propped himself up on the ground and coughed violently, vomiting out a pool of bright red blood .

Rong Fan's heart twitched, the blood splashed on the hem of his clothes seemed to burn his lacking skin, his heart softened immediately, and he was extremely wronged, he hugged Fu Qiufeng, and said viciously: "Of course my face is mine, I don't care, you just like me, if you dare to deny it again, I will..."

He talked for a long time, and he didn't even think of a symbolic cruel word.

Fu Qiufeng rested his head on Rong Fan's chest, but this time he couldn't exert any more strength, his weakness was visible to the naked eye.

"Your Majesty." It took Fu Qiufeng a long time to spit out these two complete words, "Pull out the arrow."

"I lost my dagger." Rong Fan said.

"I still have more." Fu Qiufeng reminded him.

Rong Fan was stunned for a moment: "The dagger I rewarded you was not sharpened."

"Then it depends on your Majesty's technique." Fu Qiufeng could hardly see the expression of Rong Fian who was close at hand. He was sweating and his mind was dizzy, so he lay down on Rong Fing's legs, trying his best to relax He said with relief, "You can also be used as a punishment for your misunderstanding by speaking out."

"How can I be such a small-hearted person! If you don't like it, it will save me racking my brains to reject a meritorious minister who saved my life!" Rong Yu scolded, he clenched his fingers, and took out the handle from Fu Qiufeng's waist It was the first time he was so hesitant when he drew the carved dagger out of its sheath.

He was bored and resentful for no reason, but all his emotions were diluted by Fu Qiufeng's blood, Rong Fan forced himself to be calm, calm, and indifferent, just like what he had been admonishing himself since he took the throne, he leaned over and put the knife on the flame, and followed him The dagger slowly stabilized while trembling with the hand.

Fu Qiufeng noticed that Rong Fan slowly opened his shirt, his hands were baked by the flames, warm and dexterous, he stretched to his chest little by little to pull open the skirt, and then slowly lifted it from the back of his neck, he bit it silently. I tied my sleeves, hoping that it would be best to pass out halfway.

Rong Fan suddenly sneered: "Since you don't like me, then let me like you instead."

The Bu Yisong in Fu Qiufeng's mouth, he was stunned by the momentary surprise and waves, but suddenly there was a pain in his back, the hot blunt knife pierced the flesh along the direction of the arrow shaft, every inch of meridians and bone marrow resisted and at the same time squeezed The tip of the knife was swallowed deeply, the pain flowed down the spine to the limbs and bones, even the fingertips trembled uncontrollably, scratching bloodstains on the rocky ground, Fu Qiufeng's breath was suddenly stuck in his throat, and he choked. Tune sobbing.

Rong Yan has a lot of experience in precise manipulation of internal force, even if it can't reach the level of flying flowers and picking leaves, it can hurt people, but it is more than enough to drive a dagger to rampage on flesh and blood.

The point of the knife attached with true energy splits the texture, and rubs against the arrow to make a horrible noise. Fu Qiufeng's shoulder blades stand up and close together like a butterfly resting on the petals. Fine beads of sweat mixed with blood stains form an ink painting on the snow-white back. , Rong Yan gritted his teeth, tasted a mouthful of fishy sweetness, he forcefully pulled out the barbed arrowheads, threw them away, tore off a piece of underwear to hold the bloody wound.

Familiar once, twice, the rest of the arrow has already become numb, Fu Qiufeng never opened his mouth, his eyes were a little distracted, he bit his sleeves tightly, and gradually let go of his struggle amid intermittent broken breaths.

Rong Fan almost finished tearing off the hem of his clothes, wrapped Fu Qiufeng tightly, and done everything he could do with acupuncture and bandaging. When he took away the sleeve that Fu Qiufeng was biting in his mouth, he saw a few fine wounds on his lips.

He wiped it with his thumb in a strange way, and the light blood stains spread on the pulp of the finger, which was soft and warm to the touch, Rong Fan rubbed his finger dazedly, rushed out of the hole to pick up dead branches and leaves, and burned the fire even more vigorously.

"Fu Qiufeng! Mr. Fu, wake up!" Rong Fan rolled up a leaf, went to the river to fill some water, picked up the back of Fu Qiufeng's head and slowly fed it to him.

"Cough..." Fu Qiufeng lay in Rong Fan's arms, regained his senses, and when he finished sipping the water, he asked eagerly for proof, "Before, I was just joking, in order to distract the minister."

The corner of Rong Fan's mouth trembled, and his smile took a beat to catch up: "Yeah, it's a joke, you should lie down and rest, you're fine."

"What about you?" Fu Qiufeng asked back, "Are you calm too?"

Rong Fen's smile became more and more bitter, he pursed his lips and tried his best to straighten his face, and said in Fu Qiufeng's familiar tone: "I'm already very calm, do you know why I used phantom poison to deceive my concubine? I... As long as I meet They will think of my mother, of the densely packed arrows on her body, wipe my tears with those thin hands when she has only one breath left, and the blood will be wiped on my face in a mess... Sometimes I will have nightmares again and again , dreaming that the blood turned into brown, dark green, cloudy mucus."

Fu Qiufeng blinked, and could only see the outline of Rong Fin clearly, and the voice of Rong Fen's flickering in his ear was drowsy, but he still insisted on talking with him, trying to stay awake: "...that must be a good mother. "

"Yes, if I arrived one step earlier, I could take her away, but I came late. What's ridiculous is that even so, I didn't blame myself for long. I blamed Rong Yu for all my faults." Rong Yu said. Shi's smile could be called cold, he mocked himself bluntly, "I am different from Gong Ziyu, I am selfish, I will never blame myself, I will only do things that are beneficial to myself."

Fu Qiufeng frowned hard, and refuted him: "You are not wrong, if you are really selfish, I would have died in the quicksand at the bottom of the river."

Rong Fan stretched out his hand to comb Fu Qiufeng's hair, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his cuff: "That's because you are still useful."

"If the minister is useless, he will not appear in front of His Majesty." Fu Qiufeng exhaled lightly, "Even if you have a purpose, it is normal."

Rong Fen was silent for a while, then lowered his head sadly.

"I was over the wall of the Lenggong at that time, and the rebels on the other road came to kill Rong Yu. In order to get rid of the rebels, he walked through the alleys of the Lenggong. One person fired arrows, and then there was a rain of arrows." Rong Fan continued, "The maid who looked after the cold palace had long since fled for her life, and my mother was wandering around at that time, Rong Yu pushed her to the entrance of the alley, and she was hit. The arrow is stuck there, a living person becomes a cold corpse in an instant."

Fu Qiufeng leaned on Rong Fan's thigh, raised his wrist, and patted him casually, but he didn't know where, so he took it as comfort.

"I have clarified everything strictly, so don't mess with me, or I will let you take responsibility." Rong Fan grabbed his hand and teased in a low voice, "... General Shen was in charge of breaking the queen, and he was the only one left. The team he brought was still in the imperial city, he knew my plan, and when he came to meet him, he fought against the rebels, so I was able to take my mother away."

"I was already in a daze at the time. I couldn't believe that she died like this. Then what's the point of my existence? Wei Yuan told me to leave quickly, but General Shen could only send three people to protect me and Wei Yuan who was chasing me to evacuate. I want to carry her on my back and refuse to let go, so I escaped from the imperial city, and when I arrived in the capital, there was chaos, even the emperor fled, so how can the people be safe?"

Fu Qiufeng seldom heard Rong Fen talk about the common people, but now hearing Rong Fen's tone, it's not that he doesn't care, maybe mentioning it will only add to the sadness.

"Those three soldiers were killed by the rebels who rode horses and looted wantonly in the capital. Wei Yuan and I fled into a house and hid in an abandoned cellar in the courtyard, hoping to wait for the patrolling rebels to leave before leaving the city. , but they saw that the family was relatively wealthy and it was a place facing the street with a wide view, so they used it as a sentry post." The more Rong Fan spoke, the slower he spoke, with a kind of tragic sadness, as if every sentence he mentioned was urgent The memory tightly pressed in the back of my mind now comes out, "I have been carrying her on my back, she has become so light, as if she is moving away from me, and has also become so heavy, as if being pulled down by this world that treats her unfairly. "

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help feeling regretful, he was also in a daze when he personally buried his parents and erected a monument, and moved the gradually stiff corpse.

"On the first day of hiding in the cellar, it was okay at that time. There were some vegetables in the cellar. I was very hungry, so I ate a piece of cabbage. Now that I think about it, Wei Yuan was more sensible than me at that time." Rong Fan let out a sound. With a short smile, she clenched her fingers tightly, "But my mother... I have always taken her with me, and brought her into the cellar."

At this moment, Fu Qiufeng felt that something was wrong. He licked his dry and cracked lips, and closed his eyes for a while, exhausted, "It's just a wealthy household in the city, it's impossible... cough cough, let's keep using it as a sentry post."

"Of course not all the time. The rebels stayed there for ten days, drinking and eating, and no one cared about a broken vegetable cellar." Rong Fan said awkwardly, "That's my mother, the strongest and most beautiful woman in the world, But in the past ten days, through the light from the cellar cover, I saw her limbs convulsed, stiff, and limp, and her corpse swelled and festered. Accepted... she is dead, so horrible, so disgusting..."

Fu Qiufeng was dumbfounded, not so much because he was shocked, but because he felt that Rong Mei survived well.

"I don't want to see her face again. I dragged her up and put her face down in a corner. Her arms and clothes were glued together. When I moved her, the solidified flesh and blood were separated from the clothes, as if torn. A pool of old cotton wool was opened, it is the kind of old cotton wool that has been crushed for years, no longer soft, dirty and heavy." Rong Fan raised his hand and pinched his temple, taking a deep breath, "Wait for the guards in the courtyard When I finally left, it was already the tenth day, I went to move the corpse, and then, her face and the ground..."

Rong Fan finally couldn't continue speaking, and covered his eyes and forehead with his right hand. Fu Qiufeng saw that he was not crying, but he was in pain.

"I ran away in a hurry, took Wei Yuan, ran away without looking back, and abandoned her in the cellar. When I returned to the capital, I sent someone to inquire. After the first emperor recovered the capital, some kind people found her and took her away. I buried her body, and I rebuilt the mausoleum in her former residence, but I always feel that I have not done anything."

"Three emperors and five emperors, saints and gentlemen, traffickers and pawns, prostitutes and servants...no one is special. If I die, I will rot and maggot and turn into a bone."

Fu Qiufeng suddenly wanted to hug Rong Fan, if it could make him warmer and make him feel better, just like when Rong Fan woke him up, tell Rong Fan that there are still people in the world who need you to wake up.

But he couldn't lift his hands, and his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall into a bottomless swamp.

"I've told you everything now." Rong Pin's eyes were full of mourning, and when he looked at Fu Qiufeng, he was a little inexplicably soft and sad.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng forced out a hoarse voice, "My name is Qiu Shui... Han Feng."

"What?" Rong Fan was mixed, feeling Fu Qiufeng's pulse while leaning over to listen. The words that Fu Qiufeng said were a bit vague, but he quickly realized that Fu Qiufeng wanted to tell him his real name.

"The sword crosses the autumn water, the cold front out of its sheath? So it's Fu Qiufeng?" Rong Fan clenched Fu Qiufeng's hand a little bit, and shouted, "I know, but it's not enough, don't try to use a single word to justify me! Fu Qiufeng !"

The pronunciation of the words was clearly the same, but Fu Qiufeng breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

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