Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng only met Rong Yan once, but judging from that brief meeting, he is a humble, rigorous, and gentle prince, no different from the Rong Yan in Rong Yi's memory, even Fu Qiufeng can hardly distinguish Rong Yan from him. Gong Ziyu, who is almost crazy, really draws an equal sign.

"If you are sure that this is Yi Wang Rongyan himself, then Yi Wang in the mansion is a substitute to cover up Rong Yan's whereabouts." Fu Qiufeng slowly frowned, "This substitute must be very familiar with Rong Yan's habits and experiences, and be proficient in disguise." Only by being good at imitating can Rong Yan perform impeccably in the mansion when he goes out."

"Transfiguration is usually a trick of the rivers and lakes. Few of the top masters in the rivers and lakes are willing to work for the court, let alone stay in the palace all year round and follow the red tape of the royal family." Rong Yi said, "Rong Yu died three years ago, only three years ago. In a few years, can such a talent really be recruited?"

"Maybe it's the cronies who have been following Rong Yan or Rong Yu?" Fu Qiufeng guessed, "Rong Yan's low-key behavior is not noticed, but this possibility cannot be denied."

Rong Yi quieted down, and didn't speak for a long while.

Fu Qiufeng glanced at the human figure outlined by the white cloth, and said: "Find the maids who served Rong Yan in the palace when he was young, and ask them to confirm again, so as to ensure everything is safe."

"I'm more convinced now." Rong Yi laughed twice, "If his fanatical love for calligraphy is not a disguise, it would be better for him to die if he loses his right arm."

Fu Qiufeng was noncommittal, he went out to find Rong Pin who was leaning against the door, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I think the scars can be forged by comparison, but the birthmark cannot. I still think it is necessary to find someone and carefully confirm Gong Ziyu's identity."

"I think so too, but when Rong Yan lived in the palace, he was withdrawn and reticent, and he didn't interact with others. Now, apart from Yiwang's mansion, there probably is no personal maid who has served him in the palace." Rong Yan shook his head and said regretfully, "If you wantonly search , and I’m afraid that the wind will leak out.”

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng turned his head slightly, looked at the melancholy Rong Yi who was standing next to the corpse, pulled Rong Fan a few steps away, leaned over to support his shoulder, and hinted in a slow, persuasive tone, "Have you considered a Anyone close at hand?"

"Who?" Rong Fan was puzzled, turned his eyes slightly, and saw Fu Qiufeng's mouth twitching slightly. This smile was different from his usual one. There was only a balance of interests in his eyes, and the smile showed a ruthless coolness.

"Queen Dowager." Fu Qiufeng nodded and said, "She is King Yi's biological mother, how could she not recognize her son?"

Rong Fan was stunned for a moment, silent for a long time, with an uncertain expression, as if hesitating on an invisible boundary, Fu Qiufeng also looked at him quietly, until he let out an inaudible sigh and let go of his clenched fist.

"When you say that, I think of another person, the nanny who delivered the concubines in the palace." Rong Pin said.

Fu Qiufeng's eyes lit up: "Where is she?"

"She has been out of the palace for the elderly, not far from the capital, I asked Feng Ji to send someone to pick her up." Rong Fan stepped away, stood in the courtyard, looked up again, and said softly, "I think of my mother in the cellar, I My hatred has never diminished, I want to kill the Queen Mother, but I don't want her to see my son beyond recognition, have I become weak?"

Fu Qiufeng's gaze softened immediately, he chased after him and comforted him, "Your Majesty, I will always be the sharpest sword by your side, so no matter whether you are weak or strong, as long as it comes from your original intention, that's fine."

Rong Fen's throat was dry, and he thought that Fu Qiufeng's sour and serious declarations seemed a bit too much today, but he was very useful, took a deep breath, and looked back at Fu Qiufeng impulsively, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Fu, speak up!" But you have to be responsible, I want you to..."

"I've finished identifying the corpse, so the humble minister will go back first?" Rong Yi came out of the mortuary, and cupped his hands to Rong Fan.

Rong Fan's words choked in his throat, and a burst of anger rushed straight to Tianling, he gave Rong Yi a vicious look, and snorted coldly, "Do as you please!"

Fu Qiufeng was puzzled: "Your Majesty, what task do you have to explain?"

Rong Fan's agitated courage dissipated quickly, his eyes wandered around, and he coughed: "...the office room of the inner office has been cleaned up, and you need to take an inventory of the official files that need to be moved."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng bowed his head and accepted the order.

Rong Fan hesitated to speak, but finally bit the corner of his lips reluctantly, and walked away quickly in annoyance.

The new study is at the rear of the main hall of Shuangrentai. The front door is next to the Martial Arts Arena, and the center is partitioned by a screen cabinet. Morning glory climbs up the fence, and the afternoon sun gradually moves to the window, casting a clean and bright sea of ​​light.

Fu Qiufeng and Lan'er each brought a box of books over, Lan'er pointed to the front hall and introduced: "The table above is yours, and the two on the left and right are given to me and An Yi, but An Yi should not be used often, and the latter one is yours. The hall can be regarded as a tea room, and you can drink tea, play the piano, play chess and chat during the break."

"It's hard work." Fu Qiufeng turned around, a little sincerely happy. Although this place is not as luxurious as his former secret pavilion, it is much warmer than there.

Lan'er smiled gracefully, actively cleaning the dust accumulated in the gap with a feather duster and a rag.

Anyi finished the interrogation work in the dungeon. He didn't have any important work at hand, so he also came to the inner stage, holding a long sword in his left hand and guarding the door like a guard. Fu Qiufeng was reading the confessions of the prisoners in the past two days. After looking at it, before he could speak, Lan Er went over and stuffed the rag into his hand.

"Master An, put the sword away. Our study room hasn't been tidied yet, so it's not officially started, and we don't need to stand guard." Lan'er raised her head and gestured to the bookshelf, "Wipe the top shelf clean for me."

"Lan Er." An Yi squeezed the rag, and glanced at her without warmth, "I only obey Mr. Fu and Your Majesty."

The corners of Fu Qiufeng's mouth twitched subtly, and he thought that you put down the rag and were talking, and when you heard Lan'er, a name with a gentle and gentle tone, you always felt an uncomfortable chill.

"Don't take me out for anything." Fu Qiufeng pulled back resolutely, "Whether you want to help or not is your own problem."

Lan'er pursed her lips and snickered, coughing dryly: "We are colleagues at the same level, of course I can't order you, if you really don't want to help, then I will move the stool and wipe it myself."

An Yi kept his footsteps with a cold face, Lan'er was not angry, took back the rag, moved a drum stool by herself, stood on it carefully with the hem of her clothes in hand, tiptoed to support the bookshelf and raised her head.

The floor tiles were uneven, and the drum stool was shaking back and forth, which looked a bit dangerous, Fu Qiufeng turned his head twice, and decided to help her, but before he got up, An Yi finally opened his legs.

An Yi came to the bookshelf, stepped on the base of the drum stool to stabilize the shaking, and watched Lan Er wipe the cabinet silently.

Fu Qiufeng couldn't bear to look directly at his forehead, turned his head back, continued to read the confession, and then examined himself, and suddenly realized that after Rong Ping's slightly fierce tone of "I want you", it seemed that he shouldn't have accepted such an ordinary order.

Rong Jing...doesn't she want to express her feelings to him...

When he thought of this, he felt extremely complicated for a moment. He slowly lay down and buried his head in his arms, sniffing the fragrance of pen and ink and secretly made up his mind. possibility.

Lan'er finished wiping the cabinet, put the two boxes of books one by one, and suddenly suggested: "By the way, it might be a little presumptuous. If my name is not easy to call, you might as well call me Sister Lan."

An opened his mouth, a little hesitant.

Fu Qiufeng held back his chin and suppressed a smile, he blocked the list of personnel sent to Xisheng Pavilion as eyeliner in front of his face, looked away, and waited for An Yi's reply.

"Sister Lan." An Yi said calmly, "You don't have to call me Sir either."

Lan Er smiled and agreed: "Okay, An Yi."

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help feeling a little relaxed, and said, "Don't you guys introduce your age to each other?"

An Yi felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and bowed his head speechlessly.

"Mr. Fu, An Yi knows that a woman's age cannot be casually asked." Seeing that he seemed to be in trouble, Lan'er smiled and said to Fu Qiufeng, "He takes care of me, so how can I ask him."

"I'm sorry, I was being rude." Fu Qiufeng pretended to cup his hands, "I'm still secretly understanding."

An Yi remained silent, and took the initiative to take the rag from Lan Er's hand to wash it off.

At dusk, the study room was completely tidied up. The pens, inks, papers, inkstones, books and files were all sorted and stored in an orderly manner. The piano that Laner often played was placed by the window, and steaming tea was brewed on the tea table.

Fu Qiufeng rubbed his shoulders and prepared to go back. He inquired about the situation of the concubine and the progress of Lin Ying's antidote. He secretly walked up to him, hesitated a few times, knelt down on one knee and said, "My lord, I want to ask for a night's leave."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng directly approved, "Do you want to leave the palace?"

"Yes." Dark One admitted.

"The reason?" Fu Qiufeng picked up the brush and continued to ask, "I will record it for the record."

An Yi slowly lowered his brows, as if his throat was blocked, and after struggling for a while, he said: "Go get something, I will be back on time, can you please forget this time?"

"What are you afraid of? It's just that you won't deduct your salary for one night." Fu Qiufeng snorted and put down his brush, "Can I trust you? The hidden guard of His Highness the Fifth Prince."

"Yes." An Yi raised his head and said, "This minister is your secret guard now."

"We are all His Majesty's secret guards." Fu Qiufeng stretched out his hand to help him up, "If you are not in a hurry, we will leave after dinner."

An Yi was silent for a moment, then nodded cautiously.

Fu Qiufeng finished sorting out the official documents on the table, and before he left the Shuangrentai, he heard a commotion in the front yard. He walked around the main hall and hurried over, only to see Zhao Liang, the dark guard who was not seriously injured, carrying a unconscious man in black, panting He ran back from the gate, threw the man in black on the ground, and lay down on the ground exhausted.

"Little Er? You are back! Your Majesty is annoyed that you have no news." Tang Miao squatted beside Zhao Liang and poked him, pouring him a pill.

Zhao Liang chewed the elixir and rolled his eyes: "Aren't Master Liu or Commander Wei here? I was watching at the Yiwang Mansion, and found a sneaky figure sneaking into the concubine's room. As soon as I approached, I heard the concubine fell unconscious. This person ran away." The thief is quick, I don't have time to send a message, I chased him all the way out of the capital and almost a hundred miles away, and it took several fights to subdue him... Cough cough, pour me some water!"

Hearing him explain the situation, Fu Qiufeng stepped forward and grabbed the man in black by the collar, searched all over, only found an empty medicine bottle: "Tang Miao, you go and report to His Majesty that the concubine has been poisoned, and then go to the inner court to see the empress dowager. How is the concubine's condition, if the imperial doctor can't treat it, go to the Zhuyun Pavilion and ask Senior Lin what it means."

"Yes." Tang Miao stood up and flew away.

Fu Qiufeng took the man in black to the dungeon and tied him up, and called Shang Lan'er to observe and record the statement. He poured a bucket of cold water on the man in black to wake him up, picked up the whip and wrapped the rough whip wrapped in barbs around the handle Go up, lift the man in black's chin, and ask: "Who ordered you to poison the concubine when?"

The man in black shook his head, barely regained consciousness, glanced at the whip and sneered, "Hmph, if you want to kill or cut, see..."

"I've had enough of your old-fashioned rhetoric of being a hero. In the end, you just confess obediently. Why bother to humiliate yourself." Fu Qiufeng interrupted him impatiently, loosened half of the whip and slapped him on the face, pinching his jaw Forcibly stuffed a section of the whip with the handle into his mouth, "I'm running out of time today, and you don't have any antidote on you, so it's worthless. I'll count to five. If you don't, I promise to let you swallow it alive." You can still live well with this whip, five."

The man in black couldn't close his mouth, blood foam mixed with saliva dripped down his mouth, and his breathing gradually became difficult.

"Four." Fu Qiufeng said coldly.

"Woooo..." The man in black struggled desperately, and tears were forced out.

"Three." Fu Qiufeng continued.

The blood from the whip flowed down the handle of the whip to Fu Qiufeng's hand, Fu Qiufeng blew it casually, and raised his eyes nonchalantly.

The man in black finally blinked his eyes hard when he counted to two, and Lan'er saw Fu Qiufeng make a move for the first time, so she couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm herself down, glanced around, and then saw Rong Yan standing by the door of the torture room.

Rong Fan pointed to Lan'er not to disturb her, turned around and leaned against the wall, touched his neck, remembered the scriptures and albums he bought when he went out of the palace last time when he went back to Bixiao Palace, and then He secretly swallowed his saliva, feeling a little palpitation.

The author has something to say: Don't make up for Mrs. Fu who is serious about his work, he will be soft (serious)