Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng came on horseback, Wei Yue sent Rong Fan away from Dali Temple, Rong Fan simply let the carriage parked in front of the gate go back to the palace first, and walked back with Fu Qiufeng.

"I said before that I want to go on a boat trip with you on the lake again." When passing an arch bridge, Rong Fan slowed down a little, looked at the gurgling water under the bridge and said with a smile. The stone bridge is white and dazzling in the early summer sun, "The last time we left the palace and passed this white jade bridge, I was still trying to make you happy."

Fu Qiufeng was shocked by his doting tone, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, your purpose at the beginning was to restore my eyesight quickly, not to make me happy. I think there is a big difference .”

"The results are the same, what's the difference?" Rong Fan said forcefully, "You are happy, your eyes can recover, and you continue to serve me at the Frost Blade Platform, it's not all the same thing."

Fu Qiufeng laughed dryly, backed down and said: "Your Majesty said yes, that's it."

Rong Pin squinted at the past, and snorted at Fu Qiufeng's perfunctory.

Fu Qiufeng hadn't been here yet, so he got off the stone bridge and strolled leisurely along the willows on the lake embankment. The cool wind quickly brought the elegant fragrance of flowers, Rong Fan turned his head to remind him to look to the right, Fu Qiufeng turned his eyes and stood in the shade of the tree Looking down, the field of vision suddenly becomes clear.

The flowing clouds and sky are reflected on the clear lake, and a zigzag plank road stretches into the lake surrounded by large green lotus leaves. The octagonal pavilion is built at the end of the plank road. Several young people dressed as bachelors are reciting poems and Fu, playing piano and singing songs in the pavilion. The painting boat stops along the coast, venting the peace and prosperity of the capital in countless brightly lit and colorful long nights.

"Come again at night next time, you can watch lanterns, rent a boat, enjoy the moon and stars." Rong Fan said softly.

"As long as your Majesty wants, you can come anytime." Fu Qiufeng lowered his head, pretending to agree with Rong Fan's proposal, but his eyes fell on the reflection on the water surface. No gentleman in the storybook can compare to him.

"I'm too busy now, I don't have much time left, make a plan for next time so I won't forget." Rong Fan turned his head and tugged on Fu Qiufeng's sleeve, "I'm hungry."

Fu Qiufeng led the horse, but he didn't expect that Rong Fan really regarded this as a plan, he pursed his lips and chuckled, turned on the horse and stretched out his hand to Rong Fan: "Your Majesty, go back to the palace."

Rong Fan got on the horse and sat behind Fu Qiufeng with his strength. He wanted to take the reins and take the initiative for a while, but when Fu Qiufeng said, "You sit still", he suddenly leaned back at a sudden speed, and the horse under him was gone. He spread his hooves and ran wildly.

Rong Fan hurriedly hugged Fu Qiufeng's waist with one hand, and pressed down his bamboo hat with the other. The black veil covered his face, and he shouted in the wind passing by his ears: "It is forbidden to ride horses on the Jingshi Avenue!!"

"Let's take a small road!" Fu Qiufeng turned back and assured, "I have seen the topographic map, don't worry! No problem!"

"I'm not in such a hurry!" Rong Fan's hand began to move forward from clasping Fu Qiufeng's waist. The horse jumped up the stone steps and rushed into the woods, turning around nimbly. He had to wrap almost his entire arm around Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng is very confident in his horse riding skills, but Rong Fan's hand has completely pressed his abdomen, which distracted him a little, and his muscles became more and more tense unconsciously. When he arrived at the west gate of the imperial city, there was actually An illusion that is more tiring than riding a horse to Pingxia Town.

Before the horse stopped, Rong Fan couldn't wait to fly down to the ground, took off his bamboo hat and fanned the wind, breathed a sigh of relief, and angrily warned Fu Qiufeng: "I will never ride on your horse again!"

"I think so too." Fu Qiufeng got off his horse and bent over, quite agreeing, "I won't lose my temper even if I run to the west gate."

Rong Fan threw the bamboo hat to Fu Qiufeng and went back to the palace first. Fu Qiufeng patted the lapel of his clothes and shook his head helplessly. But he just wanted to catch up, and he wasn't unhappy at all.

The Frost Blade Terrace was also at lunch time. In the dining hall, four ordinary guards were sitting at one table, and Lan Er, Tang Miao and An Yi were at the other table. After looking at the soft and fatty meat on the belly of the braised fish for a long time, he said solemnly, "Do you look at this, does it look like Gong Ziyu's corpse?"

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, turned his head and laughed intermittently: "Gong Ziyu, braised fish, what a coincidence, they are all fish hahahahaha..."

A hidden guard at the next table heard his joke and started to laugh. Infected by the laughter, the hidden guard who thought the joke was inexplicable also covered his face, with a few words about Gong Ziyu's tragedy in the middle, and the whole dining hall They were all enveloped in a joyful and weird atmosphere. Only Lan'er, who was just getting used to all kinds of disgusting corpses, took a deep breath and drank a glass of wine, while An Yi remained unmoved from the beginning to the end and continued to eat.

Tang Miao's confused smile lasted for a while, he coughed and raised his head, was slightly taken aback, then stood up with a stern face, put down his chopsticks and cupped his hands and said, "My minister sees Your Majesty!"

Everyone finally noticed Rong Fan, and all of them stood up and saluted while holding back their laughter.

Standing at the door, Rong Fan had lost most of his appetite before seeing the corpse.

Fu Qiufeng's level of tolerance towards these hidden guards has been refreshed a lot, and today he has seen it to a new height, rolled his eyes and entered the room and said, "Master Tang, is your voice okay?"

Tang Miao bit the corner of his mouth guilty and said, "I'll just shut up."

Rong Fan pulled away the rest of the seats, sat across from Lan'er, and said casually: "Sit all, continue, just pretend I'm not here."

Tang Miao looked at Fu Qiufeng quickly, not daring to sit down. Fu Qiufeng glanced at the table, turned around and said, "Your Majesty, I'm going to serve the meal."

"Sit, do you want me to break your leg?" Rong Fan tilted his head to Tang Miao with a smile, "Sit."

Tang Miao sat down tremblingly, and said: "I am guilty of this crime, please forgive me."

Lan'er quietly grabbed An Yi's sleeve and made him sit down too. She wanted to pick up the jug, but when she saw the injury on Rong Fen's side face, she got up to change the tea and poured Rong Fen a cup of tea.

Rong Fan took a sip, making Qing Ku feel nauseous: "What's wrong with you? You are a hero. You don't need to deduct your salary. I will reward you."

Tang Miao was overjoyed, and without asking where the credit was, he cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is wise! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Are you sure the corpse sent down is the person who fought with you?" Rong Fan asked him.

Tang Miao said sternly: "According to the autopsy results, the corpse does not have the bone shrinking technique. From the estimation of the height and shape, I am sure that the corpse was disguised and drifted in the river. The head was hit by a rock. When the disguise material was removed , has been blurred, who can't be identified."

Rong Fan frowned and clicked his tongue.

"But judging from the fight between the minister and Gongziyu, the minister believes that he is a nobleman in Beijing, and there may be many people who know him, so he is so cautious and does not show his face." Tang Miao said, "Jianjing point on the right side of the corpse A birthmark the size of a fingernail, and some old scars, perhaps identifiable features."

"I know." Rong Fan nodded slowly. Of course he didn't know about Rong Yan's birthmarks and scars. After the Jin Dynasty's rebellion, almost all the maids serving in the palace changed, and there was probably no one who knew.

Fu Qiufeng came over with a tray at this time, put the food in front of Rong Pin, and said honestly: "If your majesty has no appetite for fish, why not use some light side dishes, I know the taste is mediocre, I hope you don't dislike it."

Rong Fan looked at the fresh yellow and green colors on the plate, it seemed to be scrambled eggs with cucumbers, only the cucumbers were sliced ​​evenly and thinly, some of the egg pieces were mushy, and some were not cooked through.

"Sit down and eat, too." Rong Fan picked up the chopsticks without a word.

Fu Qiufeng glanced at Tang Miao: "I dare not."

Rong Fan also glanced at Tang Miao: "Why don't you dare to order me?"

Tang Miao looked around and picked up his rice bowl: "Then the minister will go first?"

After eating this simple lunch, Fu Qiufeng and Rong Fan went straight to the mortuary. Only then did Fu Qiufeng lift the white cloth covering the corpse, and the rancid smell inevitably hit his face. Rushed to Dali Temple to find Rong Fan, and now this corpse was even more frightening than before.

Rong Fan frowned, his face was not very good, but he reached out and tore off the white cloth, revealing the gray and swollen body.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng was a little worried about him. The light in the mortuary was not good, and the windows were hung with curtains to block the sunlight. The room, which was not considered spacious, became more and more cramped, and only a sliver of cold white came in from the door with a gap.

"I'm fine, I've seen a lot." Rong Pin said in a firm tone, with a hint of sarcasm, "Spreading nonsense and arrogance in front of me, it's not like you end up dead in the end, huh."

The chest of the corpse on the wooden board was stitched with stitches, the bones on the face were broken, many teeth were missing, and the entire face was deformed.

Fu Qiufeng put on his gloves and examined the corpse carefully, feeling a little suspicious: "The scar on the left arm of the corpse looks like a scald. It may be something like a branding iron, but if this person is pampered and secretly serves as the leader of the rebel army , who dares to torture him?"

Rong Fan also noticed this: "... If torture is used, it is impossible to only have this one wound, maybe it was an accident?"

"Your Majesty, King Lingyang is at Shuangrentai, why not find him first?" Fu Qiufeng suggested, "If the corpse is King Yi himself, maybe King Lingyang, who has frequent contacts with King Yi, can recognize it."

"Go and let him come." Rong Fan nodded and asked Fu Qiufeng to find someone.

Fu Qiufeng hesitated for a moment, and said, "You and I should go to get some fresh air together."

"It won't affect me here." Rong Fan raised his voice a little bit, his eyes were serious, "Young Master Fu, don't underestimate me."

Fu Qiufeng lowered his eyes, raised his head after a while and said stubbornly: "I have never underestimated Your Majesty, but since I am your secret guard, I do not hesitate to eliminate any displeased ministers."

Rong Fan paused for breath, then avoided his gaze, walked out the door quickly and said, "I want to allocate funds to rebuild a spacious morgue."

"Your Majesty is wise." Fu Qiufeng followed out and laughed.

Rong Yi added injury to injury, his arm was hung with gauze around his neck, and he was bored sitting in the martial arts arena in the backyard of Shuangrentai watching the dark guards practice martial arts.

When Fu Qiufeng came to him, he was eager to challenge the hidden guard with one hand.

"Your Highness, you should be careful." Fu Qiufeng rushed up to persuade him, "Your Majesty wants you to identify a corpse."

"What corpse?" Rong Yi asked, "How is the concubine?"

"Your Majesty has taken the concubine into the palace and sent an imperial doctor to make a detailed diagnosis and treatment. Please rest assured, Your Highness." Fu Qiufeng comforted her, "This way please."

Rong Yi followed Fu Qiufeng to the Lianfang, raised his sleeves and fanned the scent, walked to Gong Ziyu's body, squinted his eyes and looked at it again: "Who is this person? Is this Gong Ziyu you are looking for? His face fell like this, How can I recognize who it is, there is no such thing in the world that can be recognized even when turned into ashes."

The corner of Fu Qiufeng's mouth twitched, and he turned the corpse over: "Have you ever seen anyone with this birthmark?"

"It's impossible for me to see it!" Rong Yi said naturally, "Why would I want to see a naked man? I'm not Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty doesn't have such a hobby either!" Fu Qiufeng angrily clarified for Rong Jing, pointing out several scars and burns on his arm: "Your Highness, be serious, are you sure you haven't seen it?"

"I don't need to lie...wait." Rong Yi's emphasis stopped abruptly, he stared at the square scar, "...I seem to have seen it before."

"Is he King Yi?" Fu Qiufeng asked in a deep voice.

Rong Yi took two steps back, his tough and resolute outline was instantly lost in a sense of loss, and his dark green eyes were like lake water churning in the night wind.

"Your Majesty is right, maybe there really is no brotherhood in the royal family." Rong Yi smiled wryly, and stretched out his hand to cover the white cloth back, "I remember when Rong Yan first came to my house, I didn't want to talk to him, so he brought It is said that there is only one jug of good wine here, warming it on the stove in the courtyard, and said that he wants to watch me dance the sword and find inspiration for his new work."

"I drank wine, and I gave him a short hand, so I danced a sword for him. I didn't know why that day, I was so drunk that I accidentally knocked over the stove. He went to protect the altar of wine, but his arm was scalded by a piece of charcoal, and the wine splashed. On the wound, the eye circles were red from the pain, but she still smiled and said it was okay, luckily the wine was fine."

Rong Yi shook his head: "I thought he was a fool, but it seems that only I am...so who is King Yi now?"