Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng gently wiped away the sweat from Rong Fen's hair with gauze. The touch under his fingers was cold and smooth, as if touching a fine silk. , trembling with the ever-changing eyes, making people's hearts itch.

Rong Zhen adjusted his position and lay down, stepped on the edge of the wooden couch, raised one leg calmly, licked his lower lip, the bloodshot from the bitten wound was swept away by the tip of his tongue, and blurred on the pale lip color light red.

He glanced at Rong Yi, thinking he had the upper hand in this debate, and sneered mockingly: "Rong Yanruo is really a scribe who is obsessed with calligraphy and painting, what is there to talk about with a vulgar person like you? Frequent visits to play the piano against cows? "

"He practiced calligraphy, but I can read, why can't I chat?" Rong Yi objected.

Rong Fan said: "Then just tell me about a master of running script and the characteristics of his brushwork."

Rong Yi held back for a long time, but didn't think of it, his voice was a little weaker: "He came to my house, and he didn't have to give lectures."

"Yeah, he can still talk about other people's clothes behind your back. It's really a gentleman." Rong Fan said with hatred, "Is the palace a vegetable market? If you like such boring topics, why don't you let the maid in the mansion talk about it?" Take one with you."

Rong Yi was angry, but when Rong Yan laughed, he realized that the friendship between him and Rong Yan really lacked real sense.

Rong Yan would give him plaques, copybooks, friends’ knowledge, or affairs of the palace and the palace. It would be difficult for him to talk in a polite atmosphere. As for the palace, he has no affection for the current queen mother. I don't care if the Queen Mother is dead or alive.

They had hardly met each other since they were young, and it was only after Rong Yan called him back to Beijing three years ago that Rong Yan frequently came to give gifts and chat, and he wanted to give gifts back because of politeness, so if he came and went, he would be familiar with each other.

"In hindsight." Rong Yi muttered in a low voice.

"Huh?" Rong Fan frowned.

"It's nothing." Rong Yi denied with squinting eyes, "Then why didn't you suspect that Rong Yan had ulterior motives to lure me into rebellion?"

"Heh, if you expect me to be more suspicious, you might as well kill yourself as soon as possible, so as not to implicate the innocent." Rong Fan sneered, "During the Jin Dynasty's rebellion, if you want to turn back to look for Wei Yuan, you will definitely not disturb others. I haven't heard of it all these years, how did Gong Ziyu know?"

Rong Yi's Adam's apple moved, and he sat down slowly against the door frame, and asked Lin Ying to bandage his wound. After a long time, he said dejectedly: "I told Rong Yan that he drank some wine that day, recalled the past when he was drunk, and said He is not good at socializing, withdrawn and dull, and his brothers don't like him. When the first emperor led people to evacuate, he was almost abandoned by his servants. I saw him depressed, so I said a few words, but when he woke up the next day, he said he had a headache , don't remember anything."

"The evidence is conclusive." Rong Fan concluded, "He deliberately approached you, tricked you, used you to frame you and used you as a shield. If I hadn't been insightful and speculated that you were not the mastermind this time, your life would have been ruined long ago. Rong Yan is planning layers upon layers."

Hearing his self-praise, Rong Yi couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he could only ask: "Then why did he do this? Did he really want to avenge Rong Yu? As far as I know, Rong Yu doesn't like this unprofessional job very much." brother."

"Don't forget, he is Rong Yu's younger brother." Rong Fan slowly lifted the gauze on his face, the blood had stopped, and the poisonous wound set off his sinister eyes, when he said the word Rong Yu, he was extremely ferocious .

Rong Yi suddenly snorted twice, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that the royal family's family relationship is the most ridiculous? Don't you still believe in the idea of ​​intimacy? Even with the same mother, there are many cases of brotherhood. In this case, it seems that your own point of view is also untenable.”

Rong Fan looked at him coldly, and said emphatically, "Thank you for your reminder, Ling, Yang, Wang."

"...Your Majesty." Rong Yi changed his words aggrieved, "Rong Yan is still in Yiwang's Mansion, no matter if it is him himself, or leave a substitute who disturbs the audience, let him enter the palace, everything will naturally come to light."

"I don't believe in royal family affection, but I believe in obsession." Rong Fan smiled inexplicably, "Now is not the time to startle the snake, so I can't let you go yet."

"Yes, how dare I resist the decree." Rong Yi's negative tone was full of reluctance, and he knelt down on one knee with his arms folded, "For the sake of the concubine's good treatment to you, I beg you to protect me." she."

Rong Fan happily raised his finger: "Brother Huang, don't be so indifferent, get up quickly, you have begged me, how could I not agree."

Rong Yi ground his teeth under Rong Fan's rapid face change, got up and said, "The minister has returned to the side hall?"

"Don't worry, what note did your housekeeper want to give you, and let me find out on purpose, aren't you curious?" Rong Fan said.

"He was the steward of the mansion when I got the fiefdom. I don't understand how he could betray." Rong Yi sighed sullenly.

"Rong Yu's minions are all over the place. Maybe he was Rong Yu's eyeliner in your house from the beginning." Rong Yu closed his eyes, wanting to yawn, his cheeks were aching, and he licked his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, Enduring it and going back, he tilted his head and said, "I'm tired, step back."

Fu Qiufeng stretched out his hand to take back the water glass again, and said softly, "Your Majesty, do you want to drink some water to moisten your throat?"

Rong Fan thought for a while, then sat up slowly, took a small sip from the water glass.

"I'm going to wash a towel and wipe your face." Fu Qiufeng bent down and packed Lin Ying's medicine box, closed it and stuffed it under the wooden couch.

Rong Fen nodded, covered his head with a water glass and smiled silently. When Fu Qiufeng's concerned gaze came over him, he quickly lowered his head to pretend to be depressed.

Fu Qiufeng found a water basin to fetch water, and finally calmed down in the cool air overflowing from the mouth of the well, remembering that the warning above Rong Fan's head had changed from a stressful "trillion" to a number of "ten thousand". Find out the rebellious party in Beijing, wipe out the rebel dens, and put Rong Fan's heartache, Chen Junde, in prison. Does this mean that Rong Fan's situation is no longer as dangerous as it used to be?

Thinking of this, Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being relieved. He carried the water basin to the kitchen, intending to add some hot water so that he wouldn't catch the cold, but he saw Lin Ying pressing his hands on the edge of the table, his eyebrows covered with a layer of haze, his expression was uncertain and he was exhausted, Fu Qiufeng was hesitating whether to go in and disturb her eyes, but Lin Ying raised his hand and slammed his fist on the table, causing the table to shatter in an instant.

"Go in if you want, what are you afraid of." Lin Ying said coldly with a frosty face.

"Senior, excuse me." Fu Qiufeng was slightly surprised, "I don't know what made senior angry?"

"He trusts you, so I'll just say it straight." Lin Ying kicked a table leg away, "The treatment just now can only save the emergency, and the medicine I asked Xiaolu to cook can only control the spread of toxicity."

Hearing this, Fu Qiufeng put down the water basin, he was stunned for a while, and then said: "So...you haven't thought of a prescription for detoxification yet?"

"There is no medicinal material!" Lin Zheng roared, "This is poison from Li Country. I am sure that it is from the same person as the poison in Rong Fen's last time. The other party has a helper who is very good at refining poison, and with Li country has a lot of connections, this old man has already identified the ingredients of this poison, so the antidote is naturally not a problem, but one of the medicinal materials is collected by the Li royal family and regarded as a national treasure, no one else can get it at all."

Fu Qiufeng's heart turned cold: "Is there no other medicinal material that can replace it?"

Lin Ying took a long breath, his face changed, and he smiled and said: "So, this is the decision you made for him?"

The fluttering lantern in the kitchen reflected this smile full of evil spirits. Fu Qiufeng felt the danger instinctively, and said vigilantly: "Senior, it is His Majesty who was injured. I cannot make any decisions for him. You should tell him the truth instead of pretending to be relaxed. Whitewash the peace."

"There are ways, you can make up your own mind." Lin Ying stepped over the broken table, walked up to Fu Qiufeng, swung his sleeve and dropped a blade, slowly reaching his heart, and said unhurriedly, " Do you still remember the cup of medicine soaked in poisonous needles that I drank, the poison entered the throat, it was like swallowing flames, and burned all inside, if ordinary people drank it, they would vomit blood and die within an hour, but at this time the body The toxicity is gradually weakening, I am best at refining poison with flesh and blood, then I can use your heart and liver to concoct an antidote to save him."

Fu Qiufeng glanced at the sharp blade, and said coldly: "In this case, why don't you use the death row prisoner His Majesty gave you?"

"Because that's boring." Lin Ying turned the blade viciously, "Don't worry, I won't tell Rong Fan the truth, so that he won't be sad and guilty for you, and you can leave without any burden."

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a while, and Lin Ying thought he was thinking about it, but Fu Qiufeng raised his eyebrows, pointed at the blade, and knocked the knife flying, Lin Ying twisted his wrist and clasped his five fingers towards his arm, Fu Qiufeng saw the move, and the two After dozens of moves at close range, Fu Qiufeng blocked Lin Ying's slap with both hands, his legs didn't move, and he gave way without dodging or dodging, allowing Lin Ying's left hand to point in front of his throat.

"Senior, I lost. You are a man of honor, so you wouldn't bully a junior who is injured." Fu Qiufeng said modestly.

"The younger generation is awesome, your martial arts are indeed commendable." Lin Ying withdrew his hands, brushed off his clothes, and took two steps back.

"Senior is highly skilled in martial arts, and the art of healing and poisoning is even higher than martial arts. In the eyes of seniors, I should not be worth mentioning. I am afraid that I will not be able to bring any joy to seniors. I hope seniors will be merciful." Fu Qiufeng nodded slightly and said politely, "I It is the hidden guard of the Frost Blade Terrace appointed by His Majesty himself, my duty is to protect His Majesty, and I put His Majesty's interests first in everything, and I am harming Your Majesty's interests by silently sacrificing like this, so please forgive me for not agreeing."

"Aren't you afraid that he will die from poison?" Lin Ying narrowed his eyes.

"With the pride of your Mandrill Mountain Poison Master, can you really tolerate things developing to such a point that an unknown drug refiner challenge your status and dignity?" Fu Qiufeng asked back.

Lin Ying was startled, and then laughed loudly: "I haven't heard of this title for three years since I moved to Zhuyun Pavilion. You have investigated the old man."

"The information on the Frost Blade Terrace is worthless." Fu Qiufeng half-jokingly said, "Besides, even if you really can't cure the poison, you can only sacrifice your majesty's face. I won't despise your majesty, I believe your majesty will He doesn’t want to trade me for his beauty.”

"Boy, you are eloquent." Lin Ying failed, so he curled his lips regretfully, lifted the lid of the pot, poured hot water into the basin, and said impatiently, "Hurry up and serve your majesty, don't delay the old man's thinking. prescription."

"Thank you, senior. The junior will take my leave first." Fu Qiufeng picked up the water basin, heaved a sigh of relief secretly, and walked out quickly.

He took a few steps, and if he felt something, when he turned around, he saw Rong Fan leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

"Your Majesty, why did you come out?" Fu Qiufeng couldn't help him, but luckily Rong Fan didn't look too weak, "...your habit of listening to the corner really scares me every time."

"You go back first." Rong Fan raised his chin calmly.

Fu Qiufeng thought of what he said just now, and wished to give himself a mouthful, nothing else, why use me for beauty, talk quickly, it's so embarrassing now.

He went back to the house first, Rong Fan turned and walked into the kitchen, staring at Lin Ying displeasedly.

"Oh, did you hear that?" Lin Zheng looked sideways, "I was just joking with him."

"You're serious." Rong Fan said firmly, "If he agrees, you can do it."

Lin Ying shook his head and said with a noncommittal smile: "But this treatment method is indeed a joke, otherwise he won't agree, and the old man will just get someone to pour the medicine and it will be over. Why would he still be thinking hard here."

"Lin Ying." Rong Fan sighed softly, unable to tell whether it was a warning or a request in his eyes.

Lin Zheng warned: "Is the minister here?"

"I, I like him. I'm sincere and have thought about it. I just want him." Rong Yan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

Lin Zheng: "..."

Lin Ying supported the wall and said, "I was scared to death. Seeing how sad you are as a hero, I thought you liked me."

Rong Fan: "..."

Lin Ying rubbed his arms: "If you like it, you will like it. I think this kid is not bad. He is pleasing to the eye. He is a talent. I promise to cure your face, can't you?"

"Promise me, don't hurt him." Rong Fan stepped forward and said seriously.

Lin Ying clicked his tongue and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, you are the landlord and you have the final say."

"There are quite a few Chongweiwei who have also been poisoned by poisonous needles. The imperial physician will deal with them urgently. When you are free, try to send some medicine there." Rong Yan continued.

"Oh, it's really a loss-making business." Lin Ying flattened his mouth.

"Then I'll go back first." Rong Fan nodded, turned and left.

"Oh, there is no need for the old man to hurt him, but what about you?" Lin Ying laughed twice, "Rong Fan, you are the emperor now, the emperor is more deadly than any poison."

Rong Fan took a deep breath, and quickly walked back to the front hall.

After Fu Qiufeng washed the towel, when Rong Fan came back, he handed it over and said with an apologetic smile, "Your Majesty, I hope you won't be offended by my words just now."

Rong Fan sat down on the wooden couch, looked at the towel, then continued to lie down as if there were no bones, and lazily said: "I don't have the strength, I don't want to move."

Fu Qiufeng squeezed the towel, slandering how perfectly you hid your breath just now when you listened to the corner, and you didn't have the strength yet.

"You're right, Qing understands me so well, why would I blame you?" Rong Fan smiled understandingly, and stretched out his hand to untie the knotted hair tie on the back of his neck, "Even ten faces can't be exchanged for me." My dear."

Fu Qiufeng said: "No, you don't have such a thick face either."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan brushed his loose hair, the soft strands of hair fell from the edge of the wooden couch to the ground, he said melancholy: "It's better for me to do it myself, it's all sweaty and dirty."

Fu Qiufeng hurriedly coughed dryly: "You don't need to move, I will wipe it for you, it's not dirty at all, and your sweat smells good!"

The corner of Rong Fan's mouth twitched: "It's not so flattering."

Fu Qiufeng put the towel on Rong Fan's forehead, knocked on his forehead with the back of his hand, and wiped Rong Fan's face as calmly as possible. When he wiped his neck, Fu Qiufeng wanted to put down the towel and come here, but Rong narrowed his eyes. Opening a part of the collar, he said troubledly: "You wet my clothes."

Fu Qiufeng's eyelids twitched, the snow-white neck was too eye-catching, he slowly moved his gaze away, and landed on Rong Fan's innocent face, it was clearly a horrifying wound, but at this moment he felt that it was a kind of wound. Broken, fragile and poignant.

"Minister... Let Xiaoyuanzi bring a set of clothes over." Fu Qiufeng's forced composure was crumbling.

Rong Pin grabbed his wrist: "Then I'm still wet, so you don't care?"

Fu Qiufeng shook his hands, threw down the towel, lowered his head and closed his eyes, sat down on the side of the couch, turned his head to look at Rong Fan and smiled wryly: "You actually did it on purpose, Your Majesty."

"What is it on purpose?" Rong Fan blinked and asked back.

Fu Qiufeng opened his mouth, his expression was concentrated, and he said seriously: "Because I used martial arts to go to the Frost Blade Platform and was almost injured in the poisonous needle, so you deliberately teased me, waiting for me to reflect and admit my mistake?"

Rong Fan choked in his throat and let go of Fu Qiufeng. Fu Qiufeng took the opportunity to stand up and said, "I'm going to get the clothes right now, you take them off first."

"Take it off...!" Rong Pin smashed the wooden couch, angrily holding back a swearing.

Fu Qiufeng quickly rushed out of the Zhuyun Pavilion, leaned against the cold palace wall in the breezy night, covered his head with his hands, and rumpled his hair into a mess.

The author has something to say: He is indeed Schrödinger's straight man! _(:з」∠)_