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Rong Fan almost tripped over the threshold, and turned his head to look at Fu Qiufeng in surprise, but when he caught the regret that was hidden in Fu Qiufeng's eyes, he always felt that he was not injured on the left side of his face but collapsed in the middle .

Feng Ji hurried over after hearing the news, and when he saw Rong Fan, he was so surprised: "Your Majesty! This... this servant is going to pass on to the imperial physician!"

"You came at the right time. Zhou Fu entered the palace to ask for an interview. Didn't you search him?" Rong Fen frowned and asked for blame, and turned his cheek slightly, but Fu Qiufeng glanced again.

Feng Ji showed shame: "It's all due to the negligence of the servants. The guards searched the body at the city gate according to the usual practice, but because he has been the housekeeper of the palace for many years, he didn't ask to go to the clothes for a detailed inspection."

"Everyone is negligent, do you dare to entrust my life to you? Punish them according to Chongweiwei's rules, so that they will have a better memory in the future!" Rong Zhen said in a deep voice, "When I go to Zhuyun Pavilion, you will take me with you." An imperial doctor went to Lingyang Palace to see if the concubine was ill."

"Yes, the servant obeys the order." Feng Ji didn't dare to delay, bowed to accept the order and trotted away.

"That assassin obviously had the will to die long ago, and the hidden weapon in his body could not be found, which also shows that he is well-trained." Fu Qiufeng didn't know what was going on, so he looked at Rong Jing and lowered his voice, "He is the son of the King of Lingyang. people?"

"I hope he is, so that I can get angry." Rong Fan was disturbed by the burning pain on his face like a branding iron. He didn't really care about his appearance, but Fu Qiufeng stared at him like this. Instead, he was more concerned, so he simply pulled Fu Qiufeng hard, and said coolly, "Go to the right, Ai Qing's eyes can't be hurt."

"I don't mean it that way." Fu Qiufeng uncontrollably thought of the word "beautiful beauty" in his heart, and tried to cover it up by avoiding his eyes and palely explaining, and lifted the curtain of the car for Rong Fan, "Be careful, get into the sedan chair first."

Rong Fan angrily helped the carriage to get in, propped his forehead, tried to turn the left side of his face to the side of the carriage, closed his eyes and tried his best to calm down his anger.

Fu Qiufeng walked around twice in the Chongwei Guard who helped his comrades evacuate and clean up the scene, found the coat, pinned a bunch of poisonous needles scattered all over the clothes, followed the sedan chair, sat next to Rong Fan, Rong Fan Opened one eye, glanced at it, and asked without beginning and end: "Who?"

Fu Qiufeng came to his senses quickly, and whispered, "Excuse me for your boldness, King Yi."

Rong Fan was silent for a moment, Rong Yi was sitting in a sedan chair behind him, he turned his head, and said seriously: "There are many people with mixed eyes, let's talk about it in Zhuyun Pavilion."

Fu Qiufeng nodded, with his hands on his lap, his posture was a little stiff.

"All right?" Rong Fan raised his arm again and touched Fu Qiufeng's shoulder.

"It's good to rest for a while." Fu Qiufeng smiled, "I will re-bandage the medicine."

Fu Qiufeng's promise was very sincere. Rong Fan sat in the soft sedan chair. The more he relaxed, the more uncomfortable the presence of the wound became. Blood was dripping down his chin, and his cheeks were itchy. Wiped and hissed.

"Your Majesty, it's better not to touch the wound yet." Fu Qiufeng turned around to remind him, took out his handkerchief, leaned forward to put his head in front of Rong Fan, and said seriously, "Forgive me for your impoliteness."

Rong Fan blinked, and under the dim yellow lantern in the car, he caught a glimpse of the muddy blackness of his cuffs, and his palm, which had been rubbed with poisonous blood before, also felt a little burning pain, and he didn't need to look to know that half of his face must be in the shaking lights. The panic was terrifying, but the next moment Fu Qiufeng had reached out to support his chin, and carefully wiped the blood on his cheek with a handkerchief.

"...Don't get it on your hands." Rong Fan instructed softly, he thought aimlessly, he had seen Fu Qiufeng's cautious gaze many times, as sharp as his name, with a deep cold light, but this time it was definitely not his own. Thinking, Fu Qiufeng looked at his side face, behind that layer of caution, was the cherished tenderness and patience.

"Well, I will pay attention." Fu Qiufeng agreed, folded the dirty handkerchief with his fingertips and put it aside.

"What else are you looking at?" Rong Fan met his eyes and turned away subconsciously.

Fu Qiufeng followed the direction where Rong Fan turned his face and squeezed to sit on the left side of him, sighed, although he couldn't bear it, he still said sincerely: "It's a pity, but you are still the most mighty Majesty, and I will still watch you all the time of."

The corner of Rong Fan's mouth twitched: "I don't even know how mighty I am, you are such a flatterer."

Fu Qiufeng thought for a while, and said sincerely: "You should be tall and mighty in my mind."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan snorted, "It's a figure, not a shadow."

"Where does the shadow come from?" Fu Qiufeng tilted his head innocently and puzzled.

Rong Fan clasped Fu Qiufeng's shoulder with one hand, moved closer, and stared at Fu Qiufeng: "You will know when you have a nightmare."

Fu Qiufeng leaned lightly on the carriage, and secretly said that it seemed that Rong Fan really cared about his appearance. He quickly thought about his consoling words, put his backhand on Rong Fan's arm, and solemnly swore: "Didn't I say that I like your face?" Is it? So no matter what it looks like, as long as it is you, I will like it."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fen let go of Fu Qiufeng, although he knew that Fu Qiufeng's words were a bit flashy, but at this moment his chest was unexpectedly filled with dull, yet delicate and warm feelings.

He raised the corners of his mouth quietly, Fu Qiufeng always approached him like this, and then refused him in a self-talking manner, repeatedly beating his reason when he weighed an emperor's restraint and ruthlessness and selfish indulgence.

When turning in the narrow passage between the palace walls, Rong Fan hid the helpless and desperate arc of his mouth, swayed in the bumpy direction of the soft sedan, and leaned against Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng felt a little nervous, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm tired." Rong Fan said confidently, and leaned over to lean on Fu Qiufeng's lap, "Don't touch my injury, keep your legs apart."

Fu Qiufeng remained silent for a moment, and moved his legs as instructed.

"It's too hard, it's uncomfortable." Rong Pin thumped Fu Qiufeng's leg and said dissatisfied.

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng frowned sharply, and tentatively said: "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with your words?"

Rong Fen snorted twice: "Aiqing, I already look like this, you are still thinking about those frivolous things in your mind, there is something wrong with you."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Rong Fan quickly changed his tune and changed his tone melancholy, "Oh, it's just a joke, I know it well, Ai Qing is so handsome and powerful, if I delay you, my conscience will not let it go,"

Fu Qiufeng subtly didn't know what to do, he could only look up at the sky and keep silent.

When the sedan chair arrived at Zhuyun Pavilion, Fu Qiufeng obviously felt that Rong Yan's body temperature had risen a lot, and the wound on his face changed from an inconspicuous scratch at the beginning to a black and purple scorched mark occupying most of the cheekbones. Fortunately, Rong Fan's poison resistance is really good, and his injury has at least stopped deteriorating.

"Senior Lin!" Fu Qiufeng helped Rong Pin out of the carriage, let the bearers leave first, knocked on the door and shouted twice.

Not long after, the drowsy deer ran out to open the door, raised his eyes, and immediately woke up: "You two, please come in quickly! Master, don't sleep!"

Lin Ying was yelled at, and before he could go out, Fu Qiufeng blocked the door of the bedroom in a hurry. He complained that he choked back the moment he saw Rong Fan's face, and stopped putting on his clothes. He sighed for a long time. Said: "It's over, your harem has completely become a display."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fen's face hurts whenever he spoke now, and he glared at Lin Ying bitterly.

"What's the matter with putting people here? I've been looking for work for the old man twice in the last three days, for fear that the old man will live too long." Lin Ying swept away the debris on the wooden couch, "Xiaolu, go and get the detoxification set first. Guy bring it."

"Your Majesty was assassinated and was scratched by a poisonous needle." Fu Qiufeng carefully took out the needle from the coat on his arm, "This is it."

Lin Ying took the silver needle, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He was slightly taken aback, and then lightly licked the index finger that pinched the needle, his expression gradually serious.

"Senior, how long will it take for Your Majesty to recover?" Seeing his expression, Fu Qiufeng asked anxiously.

"Hmm..." Lin Ying murmured, bent his knuckles and turned around to wipe some blood from Rongpin's face, twisted it, and then carefully checked the pulse. After a while, he went back to the house to find a medicine bottle, and submerged the poisonous needle in it After that, the transparent potion poured into the white porcelain teacup gradually became colorful under the candlelight, as if covered with a layer of oil film. Lin Ying bit the corner of his lower lip with his canine teeth, then raised his head and took a sip from the teacup. do.

Fu Qiufeng was startled, and at this moment he finally realized that Lin Ying was indeed not an ordinary doctor.

He looked at Rong Fan, who shook his head, never seeing Lin Ying so silent.

Lin Ying stood there holding his teacup for a while, and suddenly his brows tightened, a trace of pain appeared on his face, which had always been smiling casually, Rong Fan stood up straight away, Lin Ying raised his hand to let him sit back, and rushed into the courtyard , coughing and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blackened blood.

"Don't get excited, sit down first, Senior Lin must have a solution." Fu Qiufeng held Rong Fan's shoulders to calm him down, his own hands were sweating unconsciously, and he squeezed Rong Fan's shirt tightly.

"He is almost immune to all poisons." Rong Pin said with difficulty, "It seems that I will accept my fate."

Rong Yi didn't know what kind of charades Rong Fan and his gang were playing. Why didn't he declare the imperial physician to see a male favorite after being poisoned? He stood in the courtyard inexplicably, feeling a little jealous, wondering whether he should enter the son's room or not. But judging from the medicinal materials in the courtyard, it can be guessed that this male waiter should know medical skills.

"Cough... this is offending some evil faction worse than the old man." Lin Zheng pouted twice, took a ladle of water from the tank to rinse his mouth, raised his eyes to see Rong Yi standing in the middle of the yard, and said displeasedly, "What are you doing? Such a big man standing here to block the wind?"

Rong Yi: "..."

Rong Yi said in a complicated mood: "My lord, I was also poisoned by the needle, but the flesh and blood of the wound was gouged out immediately, so the poison did not spread. Your Majesty was worried, so I ordered the king to come with me."

"Is it a prince?" Lin Ying sized him up, snorted, and turned around and shouted, "Boy, why are you so worried? As usual, poisoning him without anyone knowing it, is it the assassin's head?"

Rong Yi: "..."

Rong Yi took a step back: "I'm afraid that's not what it means."

Rong Yi also shouted: "Your Majesty, what's going on, give me a quick word!"

The person in the room raised his forehead and waved his hand, Fu Qiufeng went out dumbfounded and said: "The two of you should go inside and discuss in detail."

"He can't talk fast now, he can only be in pain." Lin Ying quickly regained his spirits, and smiled maliciously at Rong Yi twice, Xiao Lu brought in a box, and he turned over and ordered, "Go get Wan Ling Dan, cook with Qianyangen, weeping grass at night, watch the cooking time."

"Senior, do you have a solution?" Fu Qiufeng asked anxiously.

"There are many ways to remove putrefaction and regenerate muscle. If it is in other places, it's fine, but after all, the face cannot be perfunctory. The poison must be cleaned, otherwise even if the medicine is applied, it will have to be repeated." Lin Ying rarely said a few words seriously, He took out a medicine bottle, poured a pill and handed it to Rong Fan, took out a knife with a handle as thin as a cicada's wing from the box, folded the gauze and soaked it in medicinal wine, "Don't move around, or I'll accidentally poke your eyes out."

Rong Fan clenched his fists tightly, Fu Qiufeng took a step forward and silently held Rong Fan's hand.

Lin Ying's movements were firm and firm, and Fu Qiufeng felt the blue veins on the back of Rong's hands suddenly stretched. He sat on the couch, motionless and silent, his eyes closed as firm as a rock, only the violent pulse and the wet hair The cold sweat showed his almost masochistic endurance.

It was obvious that he was not the one who was injured, but Fu Qiufeng seemed to have been cut into pieces, his throat was dry and he bit his lower lip unbearably.

Rong Yi leaned against the door, and knew little about the relationship between the few people, but it didn't affect his secret admiration for Rong Fan now.

It took less than a quarter of an hour for Lin Zheng to deal with the flesh corroded by the poison. He looked at Rong Yan, wiped his sweat with gauze, put down the knife and poked in the medicine box: "Okay, open your eyes."

Just when Fu Qiufeng thought that Lin Zheng had finally begun to show his medical ethics and responsibility, he took out a bronze mirror from the box, placed it in front of Rong Jing, and said sadly: "What should I do? Forget about burial."

Rong Fan let out a breath he had held for a long time, dizzy, and leaned towards Fu Qiufeng as if he was exhausted, and squinted to look at himself in the mirror. It was black and red, and it was more messy than smearing mud on his face. He squeezed through the gap between his teeth. He complained hoarsely and out of tune: "Take it away quickly, it's disgusting."

Fu Qiufeng suddenly began to feel distressed again, grabbed the bronze mirror and threw it out along the door. The bronze mirror plunged into the wall with a bang, shaking off a piece of wall ash. With a sound, he choked back because of the wound.

Lin Ying looked at his empty hand, then at Fu Qiufeng, curled his lips and said aggrievedly, "I forgot my mother after marrying a daughter-in-law."

Rong Fan rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Water."

"I'll go!" Fu Qiufeng rushed to pour water before Lin Ying.

Lin Ying spread his hands, sprinkled powder on Rong Pin's wound, gave him a piece of gauze for him to press himself, and suggested: "It's okay, you go out, and when people ask you, you will say that you have a toothache."

Rong Fan didn't have the strength to stare at Lin Ying anymore. After the injury was dealt with, it was time to get down to business. His gaze passed Lin Ying and landed on the worried Fu Qiufeng.

Rong Fan wanted to laugh, but when he saw Fu Qiufeng's sad look, he had some ideas. He took a few sips from the water glass, then fell to Fu Qiufeng pretending to be weak, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered: "Your Guess, let's talk now."

"Aren't you going to drink?" Fu Qiufeng put his arms around Rong Pin's back, "Then minister, go get some cold water?"

Rong Fan shook his head weakly, suppressed his groans into a hoarse voice, and slowly raised his eyes: "...it hurts."

Fu Qiufeng's hand tightened when he took the cup, and almost cracked the cup. He felt that an arrow had been stabbed in his heart, not the kind of injury, but the shock that hit the soul directly. A silent howl exploded before his eyes.

Rong Fan continued to pretend to be pitiful: "You are hurt too, don't worry about me, I'm used to this kind of pain, it's fine."

Lin Ying puzzled and said, "It still hurts? The medicine just now contains my special medicine..."

"Cough cough!" Rong Pin coughed twice, preventing Lin Ying from demolishing him.

Lin Ying took a look, and suddenly realized again: "Hemostatic medicine! It's useless to stop bleeding, no wonder it still hurts, young man, be strong, think about Guan Gong's demeanor, get up! Don't always take advantage of others."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Rong Fan couldn't help but be a little confused about whether Lin Ye was an enemy or a friend. Just as he was about to sit up, Fu Qiufeng took the initiative to push him back, moved back, and said, "Your Majesty, it's better to lie down. You take the pillow, my minister." Not tired."

"...Let's get down to business." Feeling a little awkward, Rong Fan lay down slowly under the benefits of the door-to-door, and said with his pillow on Fu Qiufeng's leg.

"It's your turn, open your arms." Lin Ying asked Rong Yi to stretch out his hand while holding the knife.

Rong Yi, who had already stared blankly at the seamless switch between the strong and the weak, came back to his senses, and felt more and more that he was not blind, he didn't understand Rong Fin at all.

Fu Qiufeng regained his composure and said seriously: "Do you still remember that when you pretended to be poisoned, King Yi also came to visit you? At that time you asked him to take off a coat, and that coat and the sleeves that Tang Miao brought back The patterns and fabrics are all the same, and the word Yan left on the wall is written by the left hand, probably because he knows that his right hand handwriting is easy to be recognized by others, so I speculate that Gong Ziyu is King Yi."

Before Rong Fan said anything, Rong Yi couldn't believe it, there were too many things he didn't want to believe today.

Rong Yi frowned and said, "Pretending to be poisoned?"

Rong Yi recalled: "Why did you ask Rong Yan to take off his clothes?"

Rong Yi sensed something was wrong: "You are so deep in the city, Wei Yuan is your confidant, and he must know your decision-making well, so he was not in a hurry at that time..."

For the first time, Rong Yi felt that his mind was not enough: "So, if Rong Yan is the leader of the rebellious party, it is because he deliberately led me to hunt, so that when I confronted you as "Gong Ziyu", I was not in the capital? You Pretending to be poisoned...is it to test our reaction? No wonder I think it's strange that Rong Yao is arguing to see you, there really is a ghost in the house...but why is Rong Yan, he doesn't know martial arts at all, it's impossible."

"Hmph, you're not stupid, so don't deceive yourself. The brotherhood of the royal family is the most ridiculous. You only deserve to speak when you see strength. Don't you see that something that didn't exist from the beginning can't be replaced by strength? Come?" Rong Fan supported Fu Qiufeng's knee to sit up, and sneered, "Did you find out that Mr. Fu knows martial arts?"

Rong Yi was at a loss for words.

Rong Yi was quiet for a while, and said: "Talking aggressively, are you not in pain anymore?"

Rong Fan glanced at Fu Qiufeng out of the corner of his eye, and lay back down again.

The author has something to say: Rong Fan resorted to [Astringent Temptation] [Don't worry about me anymore], added buffs [Sick Beauty] [Xizi Holding Face] [Emperor's Fragility], causing 10000000 points of critical damage to Fu Qiufeng