Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng finished bandaging the wound himself, and when he was lying side by side on the bed with Rong Fing, he felt a sense of absurdity that shouldn't be like this.

The two pairs of shoes were neatly placed under the bed, and the clothes were placed on the hangers. Although there was only one thin quilt, half of it was evenly distributed to each person.

Rong Fen lay down for a while, then suddenly said: "I still haven't finished reading the memorial."

Fu Qiufeng comforted him: "Your body is important, tomorrow...it's okay to watch after today's court."

"There is still today's excerpt." Rong Pin said calmly.

Fu Qiufeng blinked: "Then let's sleep first."

He sighed in his heart that it was like the dormitory atmosphere when he was studying in an academy. He worked so hard and thought about the love between his children and his children.

Rong Fan gave Fu Qiufeng a sideways glance slowly, accepting this short-term suggestion to escape from reality, he closed his eyes, and wanted to turn around, not facing Fu Qiufeng, but as soon as he moved, Fu Qiufeng stretched out an arm and pressed it on his chest.

"You can sleep peacefully, I will take good care of you, don't be afraid to turn over and touch the wound." Fu Qiufeng said seriously.

Rong Fan wondered for a moment whether Fu Qiufeng deliberately took the opportunity to get close to him, but the icy blue moonlight shone through the bed curtains, and Fu Qiufeng was bathed in a calm and peaceful radiance, it was hard to believe that he had ulterior motives.

After Rong Fan fell asleep, Fu Qiufeng silently buried his face in the gap between the pillow and the mattress, Rong Fan's even and powerful heartbeat seemed to resonate in his chest, he bit the corner of his mouth and thought complicatedly, Lin Ying's outrageous It is suggested that he can't accept it, but if it's just like this, it's only based on the premise that Rong Xing likes him from now on... He doesn't seem to hate such intimate contact.

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In the early morning, Fu Qiufeng woke up amid the indistinct voices, feeling his arms were a little stiff, he turned over and rubbed his shoulders, and then dreamily recalled that he actually slept half the night with his arms around Rong Pin.

Rong Fan had already got up, and Feng Ji's sighing report came from outside the window, Fu Qiufeng got up and walked to the window, listening quietly through a second floor of the window.

"My servant came out of the imperial hospital, so I rushed to Zhuyun Pavilion to look for you. The last time I saw the concubine, she was in good health, and she was able to ride a horse and shoot arrows. How could she fall ill in such a hurry?" Feng Ji said puzzled.

"Didn't you see the hidden guard in the palace?" Rong Fan frowned.

"No, if there are any of our people, they will definitely say hello when they see the servants bringing the imperial doctor to the palace." Feng Ji shook his head.

"Tsk." Rong Fan felt a little bad, remembering the last time Gong Ziyu assassinated two of his hidden guards, if the hidden guards in charge of monitoring the palace were silenced, then the concubine was not sick, but was poisoned, "Legend The order is to take the concubine into the palace and let the imperial doctor go to see it."

After Fu Qiufeng waited for Feng Ji to leave, he pushed open the window, Rong Fan looked back at him, his gaze fell on Rong Fan's face, the miracle of half of the recovery after waking up did not happen, the scar was still lingering clean like a cloud Fair cheeks.

Rong Fan seemed to have gotten used to it, and said with a normal expression, "I'm going to court."

"Well, I will also go to Shuangrentai later." Fu Qiufeng nodded to Rong Jing through the window frame, "Respectfully see you off, Your Majesty."

Rong Fen smiled slightly, took a few steps closer, leaned over naturally against the window sill, stretched out his hand and squeezed Fu Qiufeng's arm that had been holding him for half the night: "Ai Qing, it's hard work, I'm going to work tonight too. Continue to serve the bed." '."

There was a moment of embarrassment on Fu Qiufeng's face, and before he could speak, Rong Fan walked away with a smile on his face.

He rubbed his arms, washed his face with cold water, and was about to say goodbye to Lin Ying and return to Lanxin Pavilion. Once he entered the main room, various boxes and medicine buckets were scattered in the front hall. Lin Ying sat on the floor and weighed Medicinal materials, pick and choose and pour them into porcelain basins.

"No...it's still not right." Lin Ying muttered to himself, pushed the porcelain basin, and fell into deep thought again.

Seeing this, Fu Qiufeng didn't bother him, and left quietly. This poison was so difficult for Lin Ying, and he couldn't help but make him feel heavy, and worried about Rong Yu even more.

Under the horrified eyes of the maids of Bixiao Palace, Rong Fan finished his breakfast and changed into court clothes. The jade crown of Pingtian Crown somewhat covered his face, but it only made the scars under the shadow more terrifying. He used this appearance Going to the court, even if the well-informed minister heard that he was assassinated last night, he gasped. When he announced the dismissal of the court, Fu Chuanli took the lead in prostrating and praising him loudly for his diligence and love for the people. You must take care of your dragon body, and A few veterans wiped away their tears without knowing whether it was true or not.

He was upset and wanted to go straight back to the imperial study, but Wei Yue, Minister of Dali Temple, stayed in the end and asked the eunuch to send a message to him to report on something important. Rong Fan turned back and saw Wei Yue wandering on the imperial road in front of Ziwei Hall.

"My minister sees Your Majesty." Wei Yue bowed and saluted, and carefully looked at Rong Yan, "My mother is sick all the year round, so I have a lot of rare medicinal materials at home. If the imperial hospital needs it, I can send it at any time."

"Wei Qing pays so much attention to my face?" Rong Yan took off the crown, thinking that what the hospital lacks is not medicine but talents, "Since there is nothing wrong, then I will go back."

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Wei Yue hurried to catch up, "It was Chen Junde who was assassinated in prison, but fortunately the police found out and stopped him in time. He has already confessed, but he said that he has a piece of information about Beiyou that he wants to report to you personally. If you don’t see him, even if he crashes to death in prison, he won’t tell the second person.”

Rong Fan sneered: "The Minister of Dali Temple, who is in charge of the prison, was threatened by a prisoner, heh."

"Ashamed, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Wei Yue bowed his head, "Chen Junde is old and dare not use torture at will. If His Majesty does not want to condescend to go, I must let him confess."

"Forget it, I'll go there in person." Rong Pin waved his hands, not wanting to argue, changed into a normal suit, put on a bamboo hat to cover his face, and drove to Dali Temple.

The prison where serious offenders are held is heavily guarded. The door is covered with iron sheets and copper nails. It takes four people to work together to open it. It is locked on the outside and has no handle on the inside. Withered, sitting on the old bench in the cell, when he heard the footsteps stop, he turned around slowly after a beat.

Rong Fan didn't take off his bamboo hat, and stood in front of the cold prison door, with his hands behind his back and said, "I'm here, what do you have to say?"

Chen Junde supported the table and got up, tremblingly walked to the railing, knelt down and kowtowed, and sighed: "The sinful minister sees your majesty, the sinful minister... I have long thought that this day will come, I dare not ask for anything else, I just ask your majesty to remember the past. For the sake of love, let Ting Fang go, if... If she wakes up one day, please don't kill her, and the criminal's wife and children, they are all innocent and never know the evil things that the criminal has done."

"You should know your partner better than I do. Can she still come to her senses?" Rong Fan sneered, "You don't need to beg me, I don't like to implicate innocent people, I won't kill them, but I won't protect them either. As you said, they really don't know anything, otherwise you should beg your accomplices to show mercy, and if you want to confess something, hurry up and recruit, my time is precious."

Chen Junde collapsed on the ground, and said after a long while: "Gong Ziyu can't let Beiyou and Dayi negotiate a peace. The guilty minister has heard that he has contact with the eldest prince of Beiyou. If the third prince personally brings a mission to negotiate a peace, Among the generals led by Shen Xingcheng, there are his secret agents, and he will cooperate with Beiyou to send people to assassinate the third prince on the land of Dayi, so that the two countries will have a blood feud, and there will never be a day of peace."

After hearing this, Rong Fan thought it was absurd, and he kept saying that he wanted to avenge Rong Yu, but the methods he used were as if he had enmity with the people of Dayi.

He slowed down and walked back, thinking about sending a secret letter to Shen Xingcheng, telling him to carefully screen the people around him. If the third prince led a mission to come, it would be better to send the imperial guards from Beijing to be on the safe side Go to escort... and the concubine, if the imperial doctor can't make a diagnosis, Lin Ying has to go to see it.

He walked while thinking, and when he reached the prison door, he was stunned, and Fu Qiufeng's voice came through the heavy door.

Fu Qiufeng was wearing a black long gown, with long hair and high bunches. Looking at the indistinct man, he showed his token to the jailer in front of the prison gate and said, "Fu Qiufeng is at Xiashuangrentai, please do me a favor, I have something important to do." See Your Majesty."

The jailer stared at the token and raised his head to look at Fu Qiufeng in surprise: "Young Master Fu...Master Fu, this, the lowly position is also very embarrassing. Before entering, His Majesty ordered the lowly level not to be approached by anyone. Even the guards were sent away, leaving only the lowly level." one."

"Don't worry, I will bear the consequences alone." Fu Qiufeng promised.

The jailer hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Okay, then wait a moment, my lord, I will find someone to open the door."

Fu Qiufeng looked at the dark door, and stretched out his hand to push it. It was very heavy. He was really anxious, so he simply exerted all his strength, stomped on the door, and called back to the jailer, "Brother, give me a hand."

"Ah? This is a special prison door made by Dali Temple, only we can't push it open." The jailer shook his head repeatedly, but Fu Qiufeng raised his chin, thinking that the adults in the palace really don't hit the south wall and don't look back, so he simply pushed along. for a moment.

But before he could use much strength, the cell door opened a gap, the jailer turned his head in surprise, Fu Qiufeng pressed his slanting eyebrows, his eyes were piercing, and with his breath, the cell door was pushed out by an angle enough for two people to enter and exit .

"Thank you, you go down first." Fu Qiufeng withdrew his strength, stood up straight and rubbed his shoulders, smiled at the jailer, and walked straight into the prison.

"No, you're welcome! You're welcome, sir!" The jailer stood at attention and shouted with admiration.

Fu Qiufeng approached the prison where the torches were flickering. If he felt something, he turned around and saw a mysterious man standing behind the door with a bamboo hat covering his face.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help laughing dryly: "Your Majesty, you are too scary."

"Why didn't I see that Aiqing was afraid." Rong Fan walked out from the darkness behind the door, "Is there something important to do on the Shuangrentai?"

Fu Qiufeng's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice: "The guards who just came back from Pingxia Town brought a corpse, and it was discovered by the villagers near the lower reaches of the river. Judging from the clothes and the poisoned and festered right arm, this corpse is exactly Gong Ziyu."

Rong Fan couldn't help laughing out loud: "This is a great thing!"

"But King Yi is still in the mansion." Fu Qiufeng dare not take it lightly, "Whether it is King Yi who ordered Gong Ziyu, or the current King Yi is just a stand-in, I'm afraid I have to ask Yi King personally."

"I have already sent the secret guards to investigate." Rong Fan was in a good mood, and greeted Fu Qiufeng to go back, "Go, I want to pay my respects to Gong Ziyu's remains."

"You'd better watch it after lunch." Fu Qiufeng kindly reminded, then hesitated, "Your Majesty, after all, King Yi is your imperial brother, can you recognize him from his figure or other features? ?”

"I don't like him, and I haven't seen him a few times at all." Rong Pin pouted, "And my dead brothers, I almost forgot what they looked like when they were born."

"It's the minister's slip of the tongue." Fu Qiufeng felt a little bit embarrassed, and bowed his head to make amends.

"I will never blame you." Rong Fan raised his hand and landed on Fu Qiufeng's back, and patted it lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's scabbed over, so it doesn't affect the movement." Fu Qiufeng said.

Rong Fan seemed to be pointing: "No action will affect it?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng found a trace of familiar seductive appearance, and suddenly became nervous, not knowing how to answer.

The repatriated jailers gathered in the shed not far away. The man who saw Fu Qiufeng just stood up, made an exaggerated horse stance, gave a deep drink, and stretched out a finger to gesture: "Master Fu just so gently As soon as I push it, our door will be opened wide open, and Master Fu has finished pushing it before I use any force!"

"You are talking nonsense. That door weighs several hundred catties. He is a servant of His Majesty, so weak that he can push it open? I don't believe it." Another companion said contemptuously.

"Frog at the bottom of the well! If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself later." The jailer glared at him, "I won't brag to you, Mr. Fu is definitely a hidden master, his muscles, his footwork, are so powerful Unparalleled! The key is that he has good conduct, is polite, and even thanked me, unlike yesterday's scoundrel from the Ministry of Punishment, who was not a senior official, and would yell and look down on us."

Fu Qiufeng and Rong Fan paused. Fu Qiufeng looked at his arms, and he couldn't see how strong they were even though he clenched his fists through his clothes.

Rong Fan suppressed his smile and jokingly said, "Fu Yingxiong, a real man."

The unbelieving man was still dubious, and put forward a new angle: "I heard you say, this Mr. Fu must be a strong man. I was lucky enough to meet Tianyan before. Your Majesty is...how should I say it? With a pretty face, thin and pretty, can he handle this kind of male servant?"

The jailer thought about it carefully, and whispered: "Master Fu is actually not that strong, he feels about the same as His Majesty, and judging from Master Fu's attitude, he is not afraid of His Majesty's punishment at all. Understood."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed upwards, and the man was greatly shocked: "Impossible, that's His Majesty, how can you let a man dote on it, lie down and give it to others... oh!"

The veteran jailer who had been silent for a while covered his mouth, and warned helplessly: "You are getting bolder and bolder, and you dare to talk about Your Majesty. You think your head is too heavy and you don't want it?"

Several jailers hurriedly sat back and looked around guiltily.

Rong Fan and Fu Qiufeng had already walked away, but Fu Qiufeng's mind echoed the jailer's comments, and he casually glanced at Rong Fan, Rong Fan suddenly stretched out his hand to lift off the black veil of the bamboo hat, and looked over with a smile, Fu Qiufeng quickly turned his head and pretended to look sky.

"I forgot about this possibility." Rong Fan stretched his arms around Fu Qiufeng's shoulders, leaned towards him softly and bonelessly, and asked lightly, "Are you a man too, after all, I'm so beautiful, you treat me a little bit less It's normal to commit crimes, come on, Mr. Fu, be frank and be lenient, do you want to do something wrong to me?"

Fu Qiufeng was shocked by the icy breath sprayed in his ears, and Rong Fen could praise his own appearance without hindrance, he couldn't help crying and laughing, and stammered in denial: "I have no such intention, I dare not, I swear that I have never thought of this before, the majesty of the Son of Heaven cannot be offended!"

Rong Fan raised his eyebrows happily: "Oh, that means I'm on top?"

Fu Qiufeng was eager to get rid of his closeness, and blurted out: "Yes, yes, there is no reason for the emperor to subdue others."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan let go of him: "Hmm."

Fu Qiufeng closed his eyes fiercely, his face was flushed, he glanced at Rong Fen from the corner of his eye, Rong Fen's ending voice was light and playful, but his ears under the black veil seemed to be a little red too.

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng yelled at you in his heart for molesting others, why are you popular!He explained with difficulty: "Uh, Your Majesty, I'm just stating my point of view, and I don't substitute anyone..."

"I was just joking. I didn't expect Aiqing to have a point of view. It seems that she has studied a lot, and she really didn't substitute anyone?" Rong Fan stepped forward again and put his hands behind his back, and said leisurely.

Fu Qiufeng rubbed his face, and caught up with Rong Fan, a little unwilling to be teased by Rong Fan blindly, he boldly said: "At the beginning, it was you who frequently let the minister sleep, and of course the minister did the research for you. The poses in a book of erotic pictures have been replaced, and it's all you."

Rong Fan: "..."

Fu Qiufeng continued: "However, I am your secret guard now, so of course I won't have such unreasonable thoughts. You are joking, and I won't care."

Rong Fan raised his hand to press down on the bamboo hat, quickened his pace, his tone was half complacent and half annoyed, and hummed: "Stop talking nonsense, go back to the palace!"

The author has something to say: Rong Pin & Fu Qiufeng: giants of speech, dwarfs of action

The capital three days later: pass on, Mr. Fu is a mighty and strong man nine feet tall and capable of crushing boulders in his chest