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When Rong Fan returned to Bixiao Palace, the side hall where Rong Yi was under house arrest was still lit, he thought for a while, and went to the side hall first.

There were only two maids on standby in the palace, Rong Yi slumped on the couch, using his uninjured arm toss and pick up teacups in boredom, when he saw Rong Jing, his movements slowed down, the falling teacup hit his forehead, he took a subtle breath, Looking at Rong Fan rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice, "Hiss... bad luck."

"You can speak louder for me." Rong Fan leaned against the door and waved his hand to push the maid away.

"It's not important, why say it three times." Rong Yi got up with the messy hair rolled out on the couch, and strode up to Rong Fan, with the candlestick behind him, a tall shadow instantly enveloped him.

"Then what's important to Brother Huang?" Rong Fan folded his arms calmly, raised his head and smiled, and met Rong Yi's unfriendly eyes.

"Of course it's a courtesy to His Majesty." Rong Yi said in a deep voice, then slowly knelt down, bowing his head to pay his respects, "I will see Your Majesty."

"Hmph." Rong Fan bypassed him, sat on the couch by himself, and raised his legs. He still didn't know what Wei Yuan said to Rong Yi, which made Rong Yi engrave his displeasure on his face. He said vaguely, "I actually don't like these hypocritical things, have you figured it out?"

"It couldn't be clearer. I can tell you everything I've done or said these days." Rong Yi stood up abruptly and turned around, his tone suppressed and angrily glaring at Rong Fan, "I'm not sure about that broken piece of paper right now." The chair has no interest at all, and I don't want to drag the palace into troubled waters. I don't care whether Rong Yu lives or dies, let alone avenge him. , if I blink my eyes, I am not a man, but if you are still a man, don't take your anger out on Wei Yuan."

Rong Fen raised his eyebrows, and became more and more curious about what Wei Yuan had said to Rong Yi. With Wei Yuan's honesty and seriousness, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to say anything.

"Have you never vented your dissatisfaction with him before?" Rong Fan asked calmly, "Every time I have the cheek to go to the imperial hospital to ask for medicine, now whatever I do to him, he is willing."

"When I'm angry, I only hit the wall!" Rong Yi roared, "Didn't I teach him martial arts? How can you practice martial arts without getting hurt!"

"At that time, he only wanted to read the books of sages, and it was your wishful thinking that forced him to practice martial arts." Rong Pin said coldly.

"Freedom of will without the support of strength is empty talk." Rong Yi's piercing eyes showed a bit of undisguised guilt, "I saw this clearly in the palace. Neither you nor I were favored by the late emperor, but they dared to Bully you, but dare not do anything to me, they are afraid of my martial arts, that's why I wanted Wei Yuan to protect himself a bit more, but I was too young at that time, my attitude was a little more aggressive, I really feel sorry for Wei Yuan, I admit it this point."

Rong Fan pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Rong Yi shook his head in disappointment and said: "I used to think that you wanted to be the emperor because you had the same idea as me, in order not to be bullied anymore, but also to protect the people around you from being bullied, but I didn't expect... What is it? The corruption of power changed you, or I was wrong from the beginning."

Rong Fan thought to himself that his words became more and more outrageous, so he directly turned the topic back to the beginning, and said, "So where have you been these few days? As long as I am satisfied with the answer, Wei Yuan will naturally be fine."

Rong Yi gritted his teeth hard, knelt down again, and talked about everything from Rong Yan's visit to the palace and enthusiastically recommending calligraphy brushes for him to practice calligraphy, to the time when he went down the mountain to be assassinated.

After listening to Rong Fan, he pondered for a while, and the Yiwang Mansion also had secret guards under surveillance. Rong Yan never went out these days, and was always arranging copybooks to dry old books at home. I am willing to go into the mountains to find materials to redo.”

"Yeah, although Rong Yan is a bit old-fashioned and not good at words, he is still sincere enough among the brothers. He is also obsessed with calligraphy and painting and does not involve in government affairs. He has no threat to you, so you keep him, don't you?" Rong Yi sneer.

Rong Fan stood up, dusted off the hem of his clothes: "You see clearly."

"How long do you plan to lock me up." Rong Yi tilted his head, and glanced over from the corner of his eye.

"Is the food in the palace not good?" Rong Pin asked nonchalantly, "I'm not like the former emperor, who will treat you badly."

Rong Yi clenched his fists secretly: "Congratulations..."

"Your Majesty Qizuo, the housekeeper of the Lingyang Palace asked to see the King of Lingyang, saying that the concubine was seriously ill and was in critical condition." Feng Ji hurriedly preached at the door.

Rong Fan was taken aback for a moment, the secret guards he sent to Lingyang Palace did not send back the news.

"When did you get sick? What's wrong?" Rong Fan quickly opened the door, and asked Feng Ji with a frown. Although he didn't have a good impression of Rong Yi, he had been to the Concubine's Palace a few times when he was a child. He made pastries and took him on horseback rides.

"Where is Zhou Fu? My mother has always been in good health, why did she suddenly get sick?" Rong Yi almost rushed out the door, holding on to the door frame and asking Feng Ji repeatedly.

Rong Fan was pushed back a few steps by him, glanced at the door frame, suspecting that Rong Yi was going to close the door.

"The servant girl will bring Steward Zhou here and ask him to explain the whole story in detail." Seeing the situation, Feng Ji hurried down to lead her.

Rong Yi took a few deep breaths, then turned his head and asked Rong Fan: "Have you sent someone to monitor the palace, I just ask you to tell the truth, are you hiding the news from me?"

"No." Rong Fan frowned and clicked his tongue, "I just heard that too."

Rong Yi's face was gloomy, and when Feng Ji came over with an anxious Zhou Fu, he grabbed Zhou Fu by the collar and said loudly, "What's going on?"

Zhou Fu held Rong Yi's hand, and burst into tears with a wow: "I don't even know, just now the empress dowager was about to go to bed, when Axiu ran out and called someone, saying that the empress dowager fell unconscious on the ground, The villain hurried to see, the concubine couldn't wake up, she kept calling your name like she was having a nightmare."

Rong Yi's heart tightened, and the palms held by Zhou Fu were itchy at this moment, he lowered his gaze, and saw Zhou Fu quietly trying to slip a rolled up note to him.

He didn't know, and kept hesitating whether he should pick it up, but Rong Fan suddenly laughed.

"What about the doctor's diagnosis? If you're really in such a hurry, why did you ask to see the King of Lingyang, who is recuperating, instead of asking me to see you directly, and take the concubine to the palace in a carriage for consultation at the Tai Hospital?" Rong Pin's tone was aggressive, and his eyes moved. , with a half-smile, "Also, hand over what's in your hand."

Rong Yi was startled, took a few steps back, and raised his hands: "Zhou Fu, what happened in the mansion, this king has always behaved and sat upright, there is no need to be sneaky."

As soon as Zhou Fu's crying stopped, the simple and honest face in his forties calmed down, and he swallowed the note in his hand unexpectedly.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, Rong Fan looked at Rong Yi angrily, while Rong Yi was at a loss for not knowing why.

"It has nothing to do with His Highness King Lingyang! It's all done by me alone!" Zhou Fu shouted loudly, then suddenly pulled out a short knife from his boots, and stabbed Rong Fan fiercely.

"Are you crazy?" Rong Yi almost didn't react, Rong Fan dodged backwards, and he hurried forward, slapping Zhou Fu's shoulder with his left hand, knocking down the dagger, Rong Fan took the opportunity to make amends , kicked Zhou Fu to the bed, kicked away the dagger, and retreated to the door by himself.

"Come on, escort!" Rong Yi yelled into the courtyard, pulling Rong Fan away behind him, in disbelief, "Zhou Fu, what are you doing? You are trapping me in injustice!"

Zhou Fu closed his eyes: "Hehe...don't talk about it, the villain is incompetent, but the villain will definitely not implicate you."

"What incompetence? It's not that this king ordered you!" Rong Yi looked back at Chong Weiwei who was surrounded by him, and felt hard to say. The more Zhou Fu said to distance himself from him, the more it seemed that he was behind the scenes. It is precisely the darker and darker the description, which clearly intends to frame him.

When Fu Qiufeng rushed to Bixiao Palace with his clothes, he saw several groups of Chongweiwei rushing towards the side hall. He followed up with a group and asked, "Shuangrentai, what happened to Bixiao Palace?"

"Your Majesty was assassinated in the side hall!" Chongweiwei's soldiers answered him in a deep voice, "I don't know if there are any other accomplices, and the hidden guards should quickly spread out and investigate."

Fu Qiufeng became tense all of a sudden, touched the ground, his figure formed a series of afterimages in the night, turned over and landed in front of the side hall gate surrounded by many layers. When the token was shown, the head of Rong Fan standing at the gate was shining brightly .

He was slightly taken aback, because the number in the light actually changed, from "trillion" to "ten thousand".

Chongweiwei tied Zhou Fu Wuhuada out of the door, and Rong Fan held a dagger and was guarded by Chongweiwei. He kept staring at Zhou Fu, blinked, and then saw a cloud of black air floating slowly above Zhou Fu's head. Gathered into a gloomy "Lu" in the dark night.

It's just that Lu... Rong Fan couldn't help suppressing his anger and began to meditate. It wasn't too much of a threat, and he didn't particularly want him to die. Then he was ordered by others, lacked subjective hatred, and was not the leader of a certain organization's conspiracy.When he thought of this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He had never seen the numbers above Gong Ziyu's head. If it wasn't that Gong Ziyu's emotions were well concealed, but because he had seen the warning that Gong Ziyu had shown?

Rong Fan's expression changed, and as soon as he lost his mind under deep thought, he heard a stern warning not far away.

"Rewind!" Fu Qiufeng's attention was diverted from the good news of the number drop, and he was about to rush to Rong Fan's side, but there was a stabbing pain in his back, forced luck made his chest stagnate, and his figure slowed down.

Hearing this voice, Rong Fan backed away without thinking, but at this moment, Zhou Fu made a sudden struggle, his clothes bulged suddenly, and the sound of machine locks followed a long needle as thin as a cow's hair all over the sky.

The two Chongwei guards pushed him down in time, but the mechanism behind him was still working. The battered Rong Yi immediately grabbed the Chongwei guard next to him and retreated into the house. He instinctively raised his right arm to move his palm, but the wound was still there. It was not healed, and one of the falling silver needles was missed when the silver needles were scattered, and the right arm suddenly felt hot and painful.

Fu Qiufeng shook his head, raised his spirits, and judged the situation a little. Chong Weiwei, who had only been hit by a few needles, fell to the ground. Throwing it over, the dagger pierced Zhou Fu's back with a clicking sound, and the needle rain began to weaken in an instant.

Chong Weiwei stood in front of Rong Fan one after another, but everyone who got the needle fell down and writhed in pain. Seeing this, Rong Fan shouted: "Don't come here, spread out!"

He tried his best to dance the dagger so that it was airtight, the thin needles could not even be seen clearly under the night, and the slight metal humming could be heard endlessly, and then a shadow hit him, throwing him down under the eaves.

Bloodstains spread from Zhou Fu's back, the organ was completely destroyed, and the rain of needles stopped. Rong Yi tore off his sleeve, picked up the short knife on the ground, gritted his teeth, and gouged out the blackened scratch on his forearm. Going down, clenched fists, bent down and let out a hoarse roar from the throat, directly cut off a piece of flesh and blood, and the black and purple blood slowly returned to bright red.

"Why did you come here? The needle is poisonous, are you not injured?" Rong Fan took a breath, immediately dragged Fu Qiufeng back into the room, and patted the pale Fu Qiufeng all over his body carefully, but did not find him After getting the needle, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, my minister?" Fu Qiufeng raised his eyes slowly while holding his forehead, then froze, and reached out to wipe Rong Jing's face, his slightly confused expression due to dizziness turned into serious worry in an instant , frowning tightly, tremblingly said, "Your face?"

Rong Fan also touched his left cheek, at first he just felt a little hot, he looked at the blackened blood on his finger, and stopped worrying about Fu Qiufeng, the pain hit him belatedly.

A gash was cut on his left cheek by a poisonous needle, black and purple blood trickled down, and the area around the wound gradually became scorched black and festered.

"It's over." Rong Yi tore off a piece of clothes wrapped around his arm, walked in front of Rong Fan, and said complicatedly, "It should be too late to goug out the poisonous wound, isn't it because you don't have half a face, anyway, you are a man, so don't worry too much about it." sad."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan covered his painful face, got up and supported Fu Qiufeng, and ordered as calmly as possible: "Prepare the sedan chair, go to Zhuyun Pavilion, Rong Yi, I don't know if this poison can be easily removed, you go too , settle the wounded soldiers, send the imperial physician first, send Zhou Fu's body to the Frost Blade Terrace and open it up, what kind of note did he swallow, you must find it... By the way, you came to see me, do you have something urgent?"

Hearing his weak tone, Fu Qiufeng felt sour in his heart: "If there is anything urgent, wait until you see Senior Lin. You should rest and maintain your strength first, and don't talk about hurting the wound."

"I'm somewhat resistant to poison, so don't worry too much." Rong Fan closed his eyes, leaned on Fu Qiufeng's outstretched arm, turned his head away from his face, and said bitterly, "...Isn't I particularly scary now? Are you Say you only like my face, if Lin Zheng can't cure it, will you despise me?"

"Don't make such jokes. You like all the officials, and the face is the least important." Fu Qiufeng couldn't laugh, he saw Rong's tightly clenched fingers, and for a moment he didn't know who Rong was. Because of the pain, I was really afraid that he would judge people by their appearance.

"Really?" Rong Fan gave him a sideways glance, then turned back, "Forget it, I know you are comforting me, don't worry, I'm not a woman, the injury is only on my face and it doesn't affect my actions, I should be thankful."

Standing in front of the door, Rong Yi glanced at the two of them intermittently. He secretly said that it was strange, if Rong Yan used Chongweiwei as a shield to block the front and moved into the house, he would not necessarily be injured, but In order to reduce casualties, he even took the initiative to order Chongweiwei to disperse and stay away from the range of the agency, so he was stabbed at the short distance under the eaves.

"Master Fu, why did you come here?" Rong Yi asked.

The clothes that Fu Qiufeng was carrying were thrown outside urgently just now, so he had no choice but to take out the sleeves, glance at Rong Jing, and then at Rong Yi.

"It has nothing to do with King Lingyang? Let's talk about it." Rong Fan cast an annoyed look at Rong Yi, "Hmph, if my face can't be cured, it's all Rong Yi's fault. Make a cut too!"

"I don't care." Rong Yi spread his hands.

The sedan chair outside the door had already been lifted, Fu Qiufeng supported Rong Fan, and said cautiously: "I guessed Gong Ziyu's real identity."

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