Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng didn't expect that he was still playing straight, pretending to be regretful on the surface: "My Lanxin Pavilion is shabby and embarrassing, I unpacked and washed the bedding today, and there is nothing I can replace. Forgive me for being rude, Your Majesty might as well go back today."

"If I want to live here, even if the house collapses, I have to move to a new one." Rong Fan didn't believe in evil, he opened the cabinet and checked the suitcase, and it was really clean.

"Come on!" Rong Fan shouted unhappily.

Fu Qiufeng immediately answered, "The minister is here."

Rong Fan squinted at him: "... I'm calling you a slave in the palace."

"One of them is repairing the potter's wheel, and the other is cooking." Fu Qiufeng glanced out of the window, "The other one is going to borrow saponins."

Rong Fen was silent for a while, but looking at the empty bed board and door frame at this moment, it seemed to be bleak and desolate.

"My lord, come and eat quickly, this servant has cooked four dishes today!" Zhang Cai's cheerful voice and the sound of bowls and plates colliding together, "I don't know if His Majesty will come to see you, do you want green onions? New servant girl Deep-fried chili sauce, guaranteed to be delicious!"

"Ahem!" Fu Qiufeng coughed fiercely, "Go get another pair of bowls and chopsticks, Your Majesty has already arrived."

Rong Fan leaned against the closet door and looked at Fu Qiufeng leisurely, but Fu Qiufeng averted his eyes in embarrassment.

"Aifei really did it on purpose." Rong Fan said firmly.

"Chen... just not ready." Fu Qiufeng forcefully explained.

"It seems that one pornographic book is not enough for you to prepare." Rong Fan teased, "How many more books will I buy for you?"

"No way!" Fu Qiufeng begged sadly, "Your Majesty, please forget about this!"

"Forget it, since the dinner has been prepared, it will be cold after a while." Rong Ping generously opened this article, walked past Fu Qiufeng, and patted him on the shoulder heavily.

Fu Qiufeng rubbed the center of his brows annoyedly, Rong Fan sat down at the table, the four dishes were of average quality, he stood behind Rong Fan and lowered his head and said: "The food is simple, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Rong Fan turned his head when he heard the words: "What are you doing here?"

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback for a moment, and he subconsciously walked to the most accustomed position, but he didn't expect Rong Fan to turn around and call him.

"Your Majesty has not issued an order, so I dare not act rashly." Fu Qiufeng said sternly.

Rong Xuan clicked his tongue, and stretched out his hand to drag him to the round table: "You don't have to be polite, just sit down and eat, isn't I kind enough? I want to get along with you like a folk couple."

Fu Qiufeng shivered secretly, the last time he heard this kind tone was the hypocritical guilt and regret when the new emperor handed him the poisoned wine.

"Your Majesty dare not presume." Fu Qiufeng pulled a chair over and sat down beside Rong Fan, "When it comes to husband and wife, it should be Your Majesty and the Empress."

"I don't have a queen." Rong Fan said indifferently, "Besides, what I say is the rule now, you can do whatever you want, don't worry about me."

"I understand." Fu Qiufeng glanced at Rong Fan quietly, picked up the chopsticks, and then began to make trouble.

Rong Fan just took a spoon to stir the winter melon pork ribs soup, and there was only a pitiful piece of ribs in it. As soon as he put the spoon back, Fu Qiufeng picked up the soup bowl and scooped up all the winter melon.

Rong Fan slowly swallowed a sip of soup, quietly watching Fu Qiufeng quickly pick up vegetables and refill the rice, he didn't seem rude, but he had the demeanor of marching and fighting without delay.

Fu Qiufeng finally poured a glass of warm water, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, satiated and looked at Rong Xi who hadn't moved a few mouthfuls, and then heard a grunt.

The dishes have been swept away, only one piece of ribs is left, Fu Qiufeng took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty, if you are not full, why not go back to Bixiao Palace and let the imperial kitchen..."

Rong Fan raised his leg and kicked the table, got up and said angrily: "You are sincerely teasing me, aren't you!"

Fu Qiufeng hurriedly stood up, "You said you don't have to worry about it."

"Hmph, I'm not going back to Bixiao Palace." Rong Pin sneered, "Within a quarter of an hour, prepare four more dishes for me. You cook them yourself. If you can't finish them, I'll chop off your hands."

Oh, folk couples.Fu Qiufeng depressingly accepted the order to put away the bowls and chopsticks. He is not very good at cooking, but the simple ones are okay, and he brought back the tray after a while.

"Your Majesty, since you don't need a courtier, why don't you want to go back to Bixiao Palace?" Fu Qiufeng asked curiously standing behind him.

Rong Fan stared at the slightly mushy scrambled eggs in distaste, and touched the shredded cucumber with his chopsticks, and suddenly said: "Ai Fei is very good at knives, but her cooking skills are average."

Fu Qiufeng was startled, and secretly said that he had forgotten this point: "I have helped the restaurant in Qianfeng Township, and the cook..."

"I've learned a million points, right?" Rong Fan hummed and laughed inexplicably.

Fu Qiufeng said with an apologetic smile, "Your Majesty's magistrate." "My papers are all piled up in Bixiao Palace, and recently those old things have started urging me to stand up." Rong Fan leaned back in his chair and said gloomily, "I look like I'm going to die soon. One bite at a time, worrying about Dayi Guozuo so soon, saying that I should be exposed to both rain and dew, if I am the master of rain, I will kill these talkative old guys first."

Fu Qiufeng didn't know how to respond, the emperor Rong Pin acted too casually, and his style was completely different from what he knew, he thought about it, and tentatively said: "The imperial concubine and the virtuous concubine should both be among the candidates for the posthumous position. Well, why should His Majesty be angry about this?"

"The noble concubine is the holy daughter of the southern Li country. If she is made the queen, the officials will definitely oppose it. The concubine Xian has come to trouble you today." Rong Fan said, "If I make a concubine Xian the queen, your life will be difficult." Better off."

Fu Qiufeng said: "I believe that the concubine Xian is kind-hearted."

"The kind-hearted women in the harem have died long ago." Rong Fan put down the bowl and chopsticks, showing a trace of sarcasm, "Boil the water, I want to take a bath."

Fu Qiufeng sent Zhang Cai to prepare hot water, thought about what Rong Fan said, and seemed to have no liking for these concubines.

After Zhang Cai adjusted the water temperature, he waited tremblingly for Rong Fan to change his clothes. Rong Fan waved him out and opened the screen.

Fu Qiufeng stood behind the screen and asked, "Do you need to serve me?"

Rong Fan wanted to say no, but hearing Fu Qiufeng's indifferent voice and being interested in flirting, he said lazily, "Then come."

Fu Qiufeng said so, but in fact he never did this kind of work. He is a secret guard and not a maid, but it is just taking off clothes, so it is not difficult to think about it.

Fu Qiufeng did what he said, and looked at Rong Fing with his arms outstretched. Fu Qiufeng thought hard.

... Where should I start?

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help regretting that he talked too much. He pondered for a while, thinking that he should first remove the small objects that may be afraid of falling. With a goal, the action would be much easier. He frowned and raised his hand to touch Rongpin's chest, inch by inch Patting around, calmly took out a secret letter from Rong Fan's chest, put his hand back on the square stool without looking sideways, and pressed his shoulders to smooth his sleeves, and then touched Rong Fan's right forearm through the clothes. to a soft, slowly moving thing.

This felt a little creepy, it should be a little snake named Mo Dou, Fu Qiufeng let go and changed the other sleeve.

Rong Fan finally couldn't help but said, "Are you doing a body search?"

Fu Qiufeng had no choice but to confess: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, I am just learning how to change clothes for others."

"No, no, no, I still have to learn, it sounds so nice." Rong Fan waved Fu Qiufeng away, "Go on."

Fu Qiufeng breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the belt he had just untied and ran.

He took a cold shower in the backyard by himself, and when he returned to his room after washing, Rong Fan had already curled up on the bed and fell asleep again.

Fu Qiufeng was a little puzzled, judging from Rong Rong's unruly words and deeds, it seemed that he had nothing to do, he didn't know why he always looked like he didn't have enough sleep, even lying on this kind of cold wood, he could fall asleep.

He quietly walked to the bed, turned around and stood still, leaned against the bedpost and closed his eyes.

After a while, I heard Rong Yan on the bed say quietly: "I'm going to kill you."

Fu Qiufeng woke up from a light sleep, turned around and lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down on one knee: "I am guilty."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Fan rubbed his waist and sat up: "I'm just joking."

Rong Fan scolded: "Let your dumb servants get some sets of quilts!"

Fu Qiufeng called Zhang Cai to let him do it, and was about to light the wax, when Rong Fan lay back with his arms pillowed on his head and said, "Chat with me."

"What do you want to say, Your Majesty?" Fu Qiufeng put down the torch and stood back beside the bed.

Rong Fen glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, with long damp hair and a cotton white coat, standing with his head down in the dark room, like a female ghost.

"Come to my side." Rong Fan patted the bed board.

Fu Qiufeng lay down silently, there was not much space left for him by Rong Fan, if he stepped aside, he would fall, so he could only squeeze Rong Fan.

The two of them froze on the bed for a while, Fu Qiufeng spoke first: "Can you make room for me a little bit?"

"No." Rong Fan said decisively, "That's the nest I left for Mo Dou."

Fu Qiufeng raised his head and glanced, the area occupied by a bunch of snakes was bigger than him.

"I have another request." Fu Qiufeng said wearily.

"Talk." Rong Fan said.

"Can you move the sachet on the bed a little further away." Fu Qiufeng asked, if he didn't tell the truth, the bed would be marinated, "I feel dizzy after smelling it."

Rong Pin squinted his eyes, and said unexpectedly: "How is your martial arts?"

Fu Qiufeng tried his best to be calm: "I don't know martial arts."

"Really?" Rong Fan snorted, "Mr. Lin, when he gave me this sachet, said that only those with profound inner strength would respond."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng moved his fingers, and Rong Fan suddenly pressed his hand and pinched the pulse gate.

"I...have been allergic to overly strong smells since I was a child." Fu Qiufeng didn't resist, and quickly wove an explanation in his mind.

"There is indeed such a saying." Rong Fan turned over, put his arms on Fu Qiufeng's chest, and climbed up with half of his body. Fu Qiufeng tilted his head back, wondering if Rong Fan would attack him suddenly next time. His martial arts, but Rong Fan just stretched out an arm, reached the belt and sachet hanging on the bed, threw it away from a distance, and then looked at him with a smile, Fu Qiufeng swallowed, there was no smile in his eyes , he uncontrollably felt that Rong Fan was a capricious poisonous snake.

"Do you want to know the follow-up of Liu Ben's incident?" Rong Fan asked.

Fu Qiufeng was about to answer when Zhang Cai, who was holding a quilt, hurried in and saw Rong Pin pressing on Fu Qiufeng in an ambiguous posture. Immediately in a hurry, he threw the quilt on the bed and retreated all the way: "Slaves, damn it! Slaves don't disturb Your Majesty and Young Master Interested slaves leave!"

Rong Pin, whose head was covered by the soft quilt, lay on Fu Qiufeng's body, gritted his teeth angrily and said, "It seems that I won't do anything, I'm sorry for your talkative slave."