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Fu Qiufeng didn't understand Rong Fen's setback at all, he was still feeling physically and mentally comfortable about having a new weapon soon, Rong Fen felt that his emotional ups and downs in the morning were too frequent and made him extra tired, and he lost his appetite for breakfast.

"You have a good rest, I'm going to court." Rong Fan straightened his collar and went out with a complicated mood.

Fu Qiufeng was in high spirits. After breakfast, he saw that Lianyu was still in the main hall, so he asked, "Where are the other five female officials?"

"Grandpa Ji has told you that it is good for the slaves to stay in Lanxin Pavilion." Lianyu said proficiently, "Before the slaves became dancers, they were also servants of a rich family. The slaves can do cleaning and laundry."

Hearing this, Fu Qiufeng always felt a sense of regret. The dancers performing in front of Gong Ziyu were all excellent dancers, and Lianyu, who led the dance alone, must be one of the best.

"Speaking of which, why do you want to enter the palace?" Fu Qiufeng suddenly thought of this question, "Isn't it safer to get some rewards and find a lover to marry and live in the deep palace?"

Lianyu lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I was brought by Master Wei to meet His Majesty. Your Majesty wanted to give me money and a place to live. I took the initiative to dare to enter the palace. I know that I came from a humble background, and I did not overwhelm the country." Your Majesty will not take a fancy to me because of my beauty, but I think... Your Majesty doesn't even show a little disdain for dancing girls like me. If I can serve Your Majesty, even being a maid is better than marrying a man who despises dancing girls. "

After hearing this, Fu Qiufeng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Your Majesty always treats everyone equally. If you stay in Lanxin Pavilion, you can basically see His Majesty every day. You are close to the water. Don't give up too early."

Lianyu was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands again and again in panic and said, "Young master! You have broken your servant, I have no intention of seducing His Majesty at all, I know it well! You are His Majesty's male servant, and His Majesty likes you, I will never know At any rate, I will avenge my kindness!"

"Uh, I'm sorry, I made an inappropriate joke. Girl, don't mind. Being able to take the risk to send a signal to contact Wei Yuan is enough to show that your character is trustworthy." Fu Qiufeng quickly comforted him, "And your Majesty and I are only in the relationship between a monarch and a servant. Identity is just a cover, how could His Majesty like men."

Lianyu blushed, she didn't expect Fu Qiufeng to apologize, she was a little embarrassed, and said curiously: "But His Majesty's attitude towards you is completely different, you don't want those maids, he ordered them to leave immediately, and you all It is said that His Majesty treats all people equally, how can it be impossible to like men."

After being said by Lianyu, Fu Qiufeng fell silent for a moment and pondered for a while, and gradually noticed something strange, maybe it was because his vision was too narrow in Lanxin Pavilion, and he didn't know that Rong Fan cared about other courtiers.

"No, it's still not right." Fu Qiufeng shook his head cautiously, "I think with His Majesty's personality, it is likely that only one queen will be established. If he likes a man but cannot give birth to a dragon son, who will be the crown prince in the future? Who will inherit the throne? ah?"

Of course Lianyu didn't know Rong Fan well, but she raised her finger and said seriously: "Then your majesty is too dedicated, you dare not even write the script like that. When I went to see your majesty, he was reading the memorial, it seems After a minister urged him to choose a concubine, he looked very angry, and told Mrs. Wei that it would be easy and trouble-free to adopt a ready-made child from the royal family in the future. I was shocked when I heard that, and thought he was saying angry words."

Fu Qiufeng wanted to wipe off his sweat, he raised his hand halfway, and suddenly felt that this seemed to fit Rong Fen's style, but soon he was shocked again, if he was as dedicated as Rong Fen, and adopted a child to be the prince in the future, then he liked men Can't the guesswork become reality?

"...Let's stop this topic." Fu Qiufeng instinctively felt bad, as if he would be implicated if he continued to talk, he tried to avoid disadvantages to prevent this dangerous trend, and let Lianyu go to the courtyard. Watering the flowers and plants.

On the other hand, after the early court ended, Rong Fan was blocked in the political affairs hall by ministers who were eager to report on official affairs. Without Chen Junde, the comfort of giving orders on the dragon chair quickly turned into fatigue overwhelmed by reports.

"Your Majesty, this is the estimated amount of money needed to open the canal. I have calculated it overnight. If there is no need for improvement, I request that the funds be allocated to start construction as soon as possible, so that the construction can be completed before winter."

"Your Majesty, I want to impeach my servant Li Lian with his real name..."

"Here is the list of officials who accepted bribes from Yanzhou Inspector Liu Maoxue..."

Rong Fan wanted to go to Fu Qiufeng at noon, but he was dragged to Shenshi. After the ministers' report, he left the political affairs hall rubbing his shoulders. According to his previous habit, he basically didn't take a sedan chair, but this time he was really tired. I can't walk anymore.

"Your Majesty, my servant is not happy to see you." Feng Ji followed the sedan chair with a smile on his hand, "Why don't you take a nap in Lanxin Pavilion."

"I am very happy." Rong Yan said expressionlessly, "Chen Junde is in prison, Yang Wuwei's new general will come to Beijing to see him tomorrow, Mingfengwei is also cleaning up and rectifying, the nails in the capital have been pulled out, I will return What's the dissatisfaction?"

"Hey, I have been serving you since I was a child. Can you still not see it?" Feng Ji advised him, "You didn't eat much for lunch. How about asking Mr. Fu to prepare a table of wine and food for you when he is in good health? I really like Mr. Fu's craftsmanship."

The corners of Rong Fan's eyes twitched involuntarily, unwilling to admit it.

But when Feng Ji mentioned it, it still made him think a little bit, thinking of the days when he was homeless, now he went to the court to discuss and correct the memorials on time, and dictated the decree that there would be no more obstacles in the eyes of the ministers. Not long ago, he was still thinking about whether this is really the life he wanted, but now he fully understands that because Fu Qiufeng is here, he wants to be a good emperor who can be praised by Fu Qiufeng.

When he arrived at Lanxin Pavilion, Fu Qiufeng was leaning on the bedside to read a book, Rong Pin asked him to get into the sedan chair and go to Shuangrentai, Fu Qiufeng's bored and empty eyes suddenly lit up.

Rong Fan was inexplicably uncomfortable, and said, "Today I'm taking you to choose a weapon. Lan'er has some paperwork that you can't handle. You can finish it. If you get tired, you can go back quickly, you know?"

"Yes! The minister obeys the order." Fu Qiufeng formally promised.

When they arrived at the Frost Blade Terrace, Fu Qiufeng had just quickened his pace when he was dragged back to his side by Rong Fan, who firmly clasped his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, I just walk a few steps." Fu Qiufeng said helplessly.

Rong Pin narrowed his eyes and warned him: "It's only a few steps away, how about I hug you?"

"...Your Majesty, have mercy." Fu Qiufeng slowed down instantly, he didn't want to add more talk to the Frost Blade Platform.

The two first went to the storeroom and let Fu Qiufeng choose a dagger himself. Rong Yan looked at it and felt that the unified weapon equipped with the Frost Blade Platform was too ordinary, so they secretly planned to go to the treasure house to find some suitable daggers. The weapon was given to him.

But Fu Qiufeng himself was quite satisfied. As soon as he entered the main hall with a dagger in his hand, he saw Tang Miao running out to greet him in unlined clothes. He looked a little thinner, but energetic, with a thin scarf around his neck, and bowed to Rong Fen and Fu Qiufeng to salute. , and then quickly took out a piece of paper and spread it out in front of him.

Rong Fan took a look and wrote, "My minister sees Your Majesty, Mr. Fu".

Tang Miao took the paper back and took out another one from his sleeve. It said, "Congratulations to Mr. Fu for turning the crisis into safety and good health. May Your Majesty's son be blessed like the East China Sea and Shoubi Nanshan." Don't let me talk too much."

Fu Qiufeng grabbed the letter paper and patted it on him, smiled and said, "Be careful not to hurt your hands."

Tang Miao couldn't reply in time, he was choked up enough, Rong Fan glared at him, and helped Fu Qiufeng upstairs to the study where the recorder was.

"Is there no need for ministers in the dungeon?" Fu Qiufeng felt a little uncomfortable being held by Rong Yan's arm, but since the Frost Blade Terrace came, it seemed that there was something missing if he didn't go to the dungeon.

"It's cold and damp, it's not good for the wound." Rong Fan was not sure, "There is a dark one in the dungeon."

Fu Qiufeng was relieved a lot, and then said: "Does Commander Wei need help?"

"He went to hunt down a general who escaped, don't think about it." Rong Fan's attitude remained unchanged.

Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to restrain his thoughts temporarily. When he reached the door of the study room, the door was ajar. He saw Lan Er sitting opposite the desk, frowning and writing and drawing. Her hair was all tied up in a neat bun, and she was wearing an ordinary dark guard The black official uniform, and the gentle facial features all set off the heroism.

Fu Qiufeng turned his head, looked at Rong Fan and asked, "Can I change into the official uniform embroidered with leopards?"

Rong Jing said in his heart how persistent you are: "No, you haven't worn a few of the boxes I ordered for you last time."

"You can wear it for Miss Lan'er!" Fu Qiufeng said earnestly, "Her name is Lan'er, and she wears a beautiful orchid, how suitable!"

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan suddenly wanted to change Lan'er's name, and Mei'er and Zhu'er didn't care. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth coldly and refused: "Don't even think about it! You can only live in my Lanxin Pavilion, and I will choose it for you. I just like orchids, you have no right to pick and choose."

Fu Qiufeng was startled, and sighed: "I didn't expect His Majesty to be such a person who loves orchids. The pot of orchids in the minister's bedroom grows well. Would you like to move them back to Bixiao Palace?"

Rong Fan put one hand on the back of Fu Qiufeng's neck, pinched it slowly, rubbed it slightly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "No, I want to move your pot of orchids back to Bixiao Palace."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng became stiff and didn't dare to move his neck. There was no teasing in Rong Fan's gaze, but it was too aggressive. His heartbeat started to speed up unknowingly. At the point of the arrow on his back, the pair of uncontrollable eyes bursting with turbulent emotion in his hazy vision.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, Fu Qiufeng desperately tried to find a way to deal with it easily, but Rong Ping didn't let go, just kept staring at him, and after an unknown amount of time, the study was slowly opened.

Lan'er smiled at the two of them: "Your Majesty, my lord, if you are tired from standing, there are some refreshments I can make in the room."

"Oh, yes, Your Majesty, have you had lunch yet?" Fu Qiufeng took a quick step back and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Rong Fan turned his face away, breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and walked into the study: "Hmph, can I be hungry?"

"My lord, since you're here, I can finally unload my burden that weighs people down." Lan'er asked the two of them to rest on the couch, and put the cakes on the table.

Rong Fan glanced at Fu Qiufeng who was opposite, then turned to Lan'er, and took the few reports she had just finished writing.

"I didn't say to let you go." Rong Fan turned two pages, and then pointed to a paragraph, "The format is regular, the handwriting is dignified, and you can learn it quickly, but here you can save the troublesome allusions. What Lantingxiu Xie, directly stated that under the pretense of outings to discuss studies, in fact, private associations seek rebellion, there are many rural rough people who only know martial arts in the Frost Blade Terrace, and they know individual characters, but they don't understand the combination."

Fu Qiufeng was curious, so he took the report over and read it. Although it was a report of a civil servant's confession and the whole story, the rhetoric was more gorgeous than his. He couldn't help but admire Lan Er's talent after reading it. Practical, I'm afraid the dark guard may not understand it when reading it.

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Lan'er smiled shyly, "When Commander Wei was teaching me, I was worried that my knowledge would be too shallow to catch my eye. Could it be that His Majesty still has a suitable job arrangement for me?"

"Isn't this suitable now?" Rong Fan knocked on the table, taking it for granted, "If you are a man, you should take the imperial examination, but it doesn't matter if you are not, as long as I have the ability, Mr. Fu has a more suitable position than a recorder. So I plan to let you take over."

Lan'er was really stunned this time, she was modest in her words, but it wasn't like when she was depressed, Rong Fan really let a woman from a brothel be an official, this was her unexpected mind and courage .

"This..." Lan'er frowned hesitantly.

"Do you have the guts?" Rong Fan asked calmly.

Lan'er glanced at Fu Qiufeng, Fu Qiufeng was holding the teacup thoughtfully, she remembered that she had advised Fu Qiufeng not to follow the tide and submit to it, now that the opportunity was in front of her, she should also give it a try.

"Your Majesty's kindness to you, I would like to repay you with all my heart and soul!" Lan'er immediately knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a deep voice, "I will see Your Majesty."

"Okay, I appreciate your decisiveness, let's get back on your feet." Rong Fan stood up and smiled with satisfaction, then turned to Fu Qiufeng and said, "From now on, she will be your subordinate just like An Yi, and I will give you a captain's order." card, with the same authority as Tang Miao and others."

Fu Qiufeng had been thinking about one thing just now, and took the opportunity to mention it: "Thank you, Your Majesty. In fact, I always felt that the source of information on Frost Blade Terrace in the capital was not wide enough. Since Xisheng Pavilion was closed down, no one has taken over it now, sir. I thought it would be better to use Frost Blade Terrace to secretly fund and rebuild it as a secret post in Huajie."

Rong Fan rested his chin and murmured: "Indeed, I can send someone to be the landlord, but the one who is responsible for collecting information is the qin girl. I have never trained talents in this area."

"There is one person who should be able to handle it with a little training." Fu Qiufeng suggested, "Lianyu, she is a dancer, and the most important thing is that she is very loyal to you."

Rong Fan clenched his fist and smashed his palm, agreeing: "Well, yes, I will do as you say."

Fu Qiufeng was very happy, and felt more and more that Rong Fan and him were the best example of the relationship between monarch and minister. There was not much work left for Lan'er, and they were some important criminals deep in the dungeon who were not in a hurry to ask for instructions on torture. Departments like Dali Temple have regulations on punishment, but ordinary secret guards must also be careful not to miss when interrogating.

He slightly bent down to write the reply on the small table, Rong Yan directly and considerately put up a pillow behind his back, and asked him to move the small table closer so that he could lean on it to save some effort.

After Fu Qiufeng finished writing a sheet, he raised his head and glanced, and then realized that Rong Jing had been staring at him.

"Is your reply inappropriate?" Fu Qiufeng asked.

"No." Rong Fan sat cross-legged on the opposite side, folded his arms and yawned, then tilted lazily, and fell on another pillow, looking up at him with a smile, "I like your words."

Fu Qiufeng was dumbfounded for a while, and rolled over with the brush: "...What should I write for His Majesty?"

Rong Fan curled up his legs and shook his ankle outside the couch: "Well, let me think about it."

Fu Qiufeng said in his heart that you really asked me to write it, and he couldn't help complaining: "Then the female commandments you asked me to copy back then were burned for nothing."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan knocked down the small table with his knee in displeasure, Fu Qiufeng quickly picked up the inkstone, Rong Fan scolded him and said: "Of course I don't collect such things as women's commandments, for the sake of handling official business while you are sick, I will Choose one with fewer words for you, and write "Zi Jin" from "The Book of Songs."

"It's fine. Your Majesty doesn't need to take care of me too much. It's just writing. I can finish copying the Four Books and Five Classics slowly." Fu Qiufeng said briskly.

Rong Fan: "..."

Lan'er, who silently went back to the desk to bind the files, couldn't listen anymore. She coughed dryly and said with a smile: "Could it be that Mr. Fu can't memorize "Zijin"? Why don't you ask Your Majesty to recite it to you?"

Rong Fan secretly said that Lan'er did a good job, he took a sip from the teacup, and waited for Fu Qiufeng to ask him to read with great interest.

Fu Qiufeng raised his pen with a strong desire to win or lose and clarified: "I will still memorize such a popular article as Zijin!"

Rong Fan put down the teacup with a bang, turned his back to Fu Qiufeng, and said angrily: "I'm sleepy, catch up, don't bother me."

"Uh, there aren't many words, don't you want to read them?" Fu Qiufeng's pen tip fell on the last stroke that I didn't want to write, and his hand suddenly tightened.

Rong Pin didn't return him, and raised his sleeve to cover his eyes.

Lan'er shook her head, got up and carried a stack of books to Juanzong Pavilion.

Rong Fan stayed up many nights, originally he was just too lazy to talk to Fu Qiufeng, but he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already late, he sat up slowly while holding his dizzy forehead, his coat slipped onto his lap, and his boots were also taken off Neatly placed on the side of the couch.

Rong Fan grabbed the black coat and smelled a faint smell of medicine. On the couch next to him was "Zi Jin" written by Fu Qiufeng. He wrote it with ease. , folded the letter paper and put it in his bosom. When he went out to inquire, Fu Qiufeng was actually in the dungeon, and his smile disappeared immediately.

He quickly went down the steps of the dungeon, and before he could speak, he saw Fu Qiufeng standing at the door and did not go deep. An Yi and Lan Er were standing in the first cell in the corridor talking, Fu Qiufeng turned his head and gave Rong Bing a boo, and took the initiative to go After walking back a few steps, just as he was about to take the coat, Rong Fan put it on him directly, pulled his arms and stuffed them into the sleeves.

Fu Qiufeng's limbs were sluggish, allowing Rong Pin to fiddle with him, his mind was full of him asking His Majesty to serve and change clothes, and he didn't recover for a while.

"What are they doing?" Rong Fan asked Fu Qiufeng in a low voice.

Fu Qiufeng wrapped his coat quietly, and with a complicated expression, he replied: "Miss Lan'er said that she wants to learn from An Yi, so she can come to the dungeon to record the statement in time."

The tone of An Yi who was giving instructions was always indifferent, mixed with rigorous suggestions: "If you don't know martial arts, you should memorize the acupuncture point map first, and watch it when you do the autopsy. You must memorize all the musculoskeletal and visceral structures."

After visiting the torture room of the dungeon, her face was a little pale, but Lan Er nodded calmly: "Okay."

"Next time there is a prisoner who needs to be tortured, you go do it." An An handed a roll of needles to Lan'er, "Let's use the needles first, it doesn't take much effort, you can start with your fingers first, but you can't do it when you are tortured." If the stab is missed, if the prisoner sees that you are inexperienced, he will take chances."

"I will practice seriously." Lan'er clutched the needle roll, the urge to gag after watching those bloody scenes at the beginning has faded a lot, and she can't help laughing at herself thinking that maybe she is really suitable for this job.

An Yi was slightly skeptical: "Lan'er, it's easy to talk."

Lan'er looked up at him slightly, and gritted her teeth: "Then...then I..."

She thought about it, and wanted to say that if she pricked herself first to show her determination, then she would be accepted as a certificate of merit, but she was a little bit reluctant to play the piano with her fingers.

An Yi stretched out his left hand and spread it in front of her, and said flatly: "Try it first, I won't deliberately restrain myself, when you go to torture, you must suppress the prisoner's struggling strength."

Laner: "..."

"An Yi." Lan'er was stunned for a moment, stepped forward to hold his hand, patted it affectionately, and sighed deeply, "Although people's hobbies are free, I still want to chat with you. When you are young, you should cherish your body even more."

Rong Fan and Fu Qiufeng, who were listening to the class in the distance, looked at each other, and Rong Fan took the lead in emphasizing: "It's all the way of His Royal Highness, and his hidden guards are trained with each other. Frost Blade Platform doesn't have this habit."

Rong Fan went to push open the iron door, and warned the dark one: "Don't bring the style of your former master to the Frost Blade Platform, I don't want to see my own people fight each other, and I have to practice against the prisoner, it's getting late , all scattered to eat."

Fu Qiufeng stood at the entrance of the dungeon, pursing his lips lightly to hold back a smile. What he liked most was Rong Fan's human touch. He was clearly an emperor, but he could still miraculously look like an ordinary person.

An Yi knelt down and saluted to admit his mistake as usual, Lan Er listened to the order, and after Rong Fan went out, he stretched out his hand to help An Yi, and said in a gentle voice: "I admire you very much for your devotion to your duties and your desires and desires, but think about it from another angle, if you are yourself It is a sword for the master to drive, so you should protect yourself even more. If you easily get yourself injured and punished, isn’t it damaging the interests of the master? Even a real sword needs careful maintenance, let alone a master who can complete any order What? If you don’t keep in good shape all the time, can it really be called being on call at any time and doing your best?”

An Yi stood up slowly, a little surprised, he was a little touched, in front of this girl who had never been in contact with martial arts, and was not his master's boss, he lowered his head and said softly: "Maybe you are right, But it’s not true, I’m not without desires.”

"Do you want to go to the dining hall together?" Lan'er asked him with a smile, "But if you have the habit of not eating or sleeping, then we can also walk slowly. You speak slowly, and I will listen quietly, just as it is The secret of our friendship, I won't tell anyone."

Darkly glanced at his left hand, and the strange word "friend", he walked slowly up the steps of the dungeon, and said heavily: "I...I hid something, it told me, I still can't forget the Fifth Highness."

Rong Fan sent Fu Qiufeng back to Lanxin Pavilion, Fu Qiufeng told Lianyu of his plan, Lianyu was shocked and terrified, and then excitedly agreed, thanking Lianyu again and again.

Rong Fan still has memorials and ministers to see, so he has to go back to Bixiao Palace. Before leaving, he had a sudden idea and said to Fu Qiufeng: "Now you have Lianyu who collects intelligence, Anyi who is proficient in torture, and copying documents. Dear Lan'er, I might as well set up an inner platform on the Frost Blade Platform, under your control, to be responsible for these matters, so that internal and external work is divided, Wei Yuan doesn't have to torture him under pressure."

After hearing this, Fu Qiufeng's eyes lit up, and then he worried: "Will it give people the impression that the minister is entangled with cliques?"

"There are three people in total, can they get entangled?" Rong Xun rolled his eyes at him, "In short, although it is an internal station, the authority remains the same, and they work together, but it is more organized."

"Then I won't shirk it." Fu Qiufeng was a little tired after going out for an afternoon, bowed to Rongpin and thanked him, "I will definitely live up to your majesty's trust."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." Rong Fan instructed before leaving, "Remember to drink medicine after dinner and go to bed early."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Fu Qiufeng smiled dryly, rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, and sent Rong Fen to the sedan chair at the door. He couldn't describe the feeling of being carefully instructed by Rong Fen, but it was always good and warm .

Rong Fan: "..."

"I'm gentle!" Rong Fan turned his head angrily, "You have to listen if you don't want it."

Fu Qiufeng's smile welled up in his eyes, he watched Rong Fan's sedan chair go away, had a full meal, took a walk in two circles and then drank medicine, took a bath carefully avoiding the wound on his back with a towel, and finally opened the closet to find clean underwear Get ready for bed.

He held on to the door of the closet, then suddenly froze, remembering that he seemed to have noticed some clues in front of the closet before.

As he recalled, he glanced at the folded clothes in the closet, until a black coat that was folded in the middle grid came into his eyes.

He took out the dress and shook it off, it was cold and smooth to the touch, it was a fine satin fabric with dark patterns woven on it, and the workmanship was exquisite.

Fu Qiufeng looked at it, and suddenly felt as if he had seen the same fabric somewhere. This dress was given to him by King Yi when his clothes were poisoned. Xiaoyuanzi washed it and put it in the closet.

Clothing... dark pattern, good workmanship.

Fu Qiufeng took a sharp breath, and immediately put on the outer shirt, ignoring his injuries, he directly summoned his true energy and rushed to the Frost Blade Terrace as fast as he could.

He went to the warehouse, found the cabinet box according to the number, and took out the sleeve that Tang Miao tore from Gong Ziyu's body and brought back. Both were in his hand, and it was easy to compare. They were the same fabric.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't believe it, Yi Wang Rongyan's clothes must be custom-made, there can't be any similarities, since they are made of the same fabric, it can only mean that they come from the same set of clothes.

Gong Ziyu has something to do with Rong Yan, even Rong Yan himself.

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