Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

Fu Qiufeng pulled the whip out of the black-clothed mouth, shook it, and wiped the blood on his front twice with the handle of the whip: "Tell me, who it is."

"Ahem..." The man in black let out a violent cough mixed with wheezing and nausea, he was out of breath, and stared at Fu Qiufeng in fear and annoyance.

Fu Qiufeng washed his hands in the water tank, scooped up another bucket of salt water, approached him leisurely, pinched his chin and poured him a scoop as usual.

The man in black choked a few mouthfuls, growled and struggled gradually, and lowered his head half-deadly, his throat hurt like a pinprick, and he could hardly squeeze out a complete syllable.

"Don't tell me yet?" Fu Qiufeng made a gesture to scoop up another ladle.

The man in black trembled all over, and with his wrist-bound right fingertips desperately knocking on the torture frame, he whimpered hoarsely twice.

"Isn't it about killing or cutting? Is it up to you? Heh." Fu Qiufeng mockingly took a writing brush, tied the chain on the wrist of the man in black to his upper arm, put the writing brush in his hand, and asked Lan'er to write it down first. Then show him the paper to answer the question, "I ask, you write, if you make a mistake, I will crush a phalanx of yours."

"Oh!" The man in black nodded hurriedly.

"You don't need to repeat my previous question." Fu Qiufeng said.

The man in black gripped the brush tightly, and carefully wrote Gong Ziyu on the paper, on the third day of April, let me do it after King Lingyang enters the palace. If King Lingyang does not enter the palace, I will stand still.

Fu Qiufeng recalled a little bit, on the third day of April, these two days they found Gong Ziyu's stronghold in Xisheng Pavilion, Rong Fen was busy dealing with a group of rebels involved, and Gong Ziyu probably went to Pingxia Town to arrange, thinking Introduce into the urn.

"Why did he order you to poison the concubine?" Fu Qiufeng asked again.

The man in black shook his head violently, and wrote: It is not a poison, but a slow poison that makes people sleepy. I use money to do things, and there is no antidote.

"Do things with money? Haven't you heard the rumors about Pingxia Town?" Fu Qiufeng glanced at the letter paper.

The man in black coughed sullenly, and frowned deeply: I heard from Gong Ziyu's subordinates that he has disappeared, which is more or less auspicious, but Gong Ziyu has already ordered that even if he dies, my salary will be paid as usual, and he has a deputy staying behind. Beijing, you will meet me.

"How do you make an appointment?" Fu Qiufeng continued to ask.

In Shunfu restaurant in Xishi.The man in black dipped the ink on the inkstone that Fu Qiufeng handed over, hesitated for a moment, and continued to write: According to the rules, after the task is completed, go to the Shunfu Restaurant, where there is a waiter who is Gong Ziyu's eyeliner in charge of contacting, let me go, I can help you catch Gong Ziyu's confidant in the capital.

"You have no right to negotiate terms with me." Fu Qiufeng said coldly.

The man in black wrote like a fly to persuade: that deputy is very skilled in disguise. I have never seen his true face. If the court sends someone to disguise himself, he will see through it directly. Please give me a chance, my lord. Yu only seeks money in his work and has no loyalty at all, so there is no need to offend the court for him.

"If I had known today, why would I have the audacity to poison the concubine of the court? I committed a crime of cutting into pieces, but my bones would be broken with a single blow." Fu Qiufeng smiled faintly, "First I said I never asked more questions, but in the end I still know Quite a few, brother, you are really dishonest."

The man in black froze for a moment, a layer of cold sweat dripped from his forehead instantly, and he wanted to write a few words of defense, but Fu Qiufeng moved the paper, took the pen from his hand and handed it to Lan Er, and pressed his wrist on the torture rack superior.

Rong Fen couldn't hear the confession outside the door, so he was a little curious, and turned around to lean against the door to watch. Fu Qiufeng hooked up the little finger of the man in black's right hand with his index finger, and rubbed it casually, as if he was weighing how much strength he needed.

Obviously it was just a scene where the prisoner's sense of oppression exploded, but Rong Fan felt inappropriately uncomfortable. He looked at his hands, and even he had never had such an intimate contact with Fu Qiufeng, so he took advantage of the prisoner.

Fu Qiufeng finally let go of the man in black. Just when the man in black thought he had found out, he was shocked to see Fu Qiufeng find a pair of pliers from a cabinet full of torture instruments, insert them into the charcoal fire and start roasting them.

"I... trick, to tell you the truth..." The man in black tightly grasped the wood of the torture rack, and forcefully squeezed out broken words. Seeing that Fu Qiufeng was unmoved, he turned to look at Lan'er, and begged, "Girl, please!" you……"

Lan'er blinked innocently: "You shouldn't call me a girl."

"Mother, Fairy!" The man in black immediately changed his words, and when Fu Qiufeng picked up the red-hot pliers, he shouted: "Grandma Zu, living god... ah!"

Lan'er corrected him regretfully: "This is an official office, of course it must be called an adult."

Rong Fan leaned against the door, and when Fu Qiufeng opened the little finger of the man in black with a smile on his face, clamped the fingertips with the pliers, and slowly closed the handle with a little force, the weird atmosphere just now was overwhelmed by the man in black. There was not a trace of Chong Dang left, Rong Pin rubbed his temples, deeply feeling that when he had the opportunity to hold Fu Qiufeng's hand in the future, he would definitely think of the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The cry of the man in black changed from the desperate and intense pain at the beginning, and then quickly became weak and silent, his head drooped, and his body was hanged on the torture rack by chains.

"Nothing will happen." Lan'er bent down to look at the face of the man in black, and stretched out her hand to test his breath.

"Don't worry, the injury is not critical, and there is not much blood loss. You can't die after a month of interrogation." Fu Qiufeng explained skillfully, "An Yi is a master who doesn't teach according to his aptitude. For a martial arts practitioner like him, you can't hold him back." , you can tie it up first and then use pliers, awl, and scissors."

Lan'er nodded carefully.

"Wake him up." Fu Qiufeng glanced at the man in black's closed eyes, "Use salt water."

The man in black took a deep breath. He listened to the conversation between the two vaguely. He dared to use him as a tool for on-site teaching. He didn't dare to pretend to be dizzy any longer, but Lan Er had poured a bucket of it with all his heart in the next moment. brine.

When the man in black fought with Zhao Liang, the dark guard, he was stabbed in the left leg. The wound burst after several struggles, and a pool of light red accumulated on the ground in an instant.

"Give him the pen, if you have anything to do." Fu Qiufeng put back the pliers, walked out of the execution room, and nodded to Rong Fan in salute.

"How do you know I'm outside the door this time?" Rong Fan laughed.

"When you opened the door, there was a wind blowing in." Fu Qiufeng closed the door, he only said there was wind, but he didn't mention the unique fragrance on Rong Pin's body in the cold and bloody torture room, "The concubine was raped by others." poison, this assassin has no antidote, does the imperial doctor have any solution?"

Rong Fan shook his head and sighed: "No, Tang Miao has already gone to inform Lin Ying."

"Looks like I'm going to trouble Senior Lin again." Fu Qiufeng smiled, he inadvertently looked at the wound on Rong Fan's face, a day passed, and he was more anxious than Rong Fan, but the wound was no different from the morning, and there was no sign of healing at all.

Rong Fan was still keenly aware of Fu Qiufeng's focus, raised his hand to touch his cheek weakly, and comforted him: "Don't look, it won't be so fast even if you make a cut."

Fu Qiufeng's mind was pierced, and he turned his head and rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

Rong Fan saw some blood on the outside of his raised palm, and grabbed his hand when he lowered his arm.

Fu Qiufeng's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this is a dungeon."

"What happened to the dungeon?" Rong Fan asked seriously, taking out a handkerchief to wipe off the bloodstain.

Fu Qiufeng realized that he was thinking too much, and coughed dryly: "Anyway, I might get dirty later."

"You are not allowed to touch other people's hands casually in the future." Rong Fan raised his eyes, his sharp eyes mixed with willful jealousy, and met Fu Qiufeng, then fell back into his warm and flexible palm, and pinched his knuckle fingers by the way: "... ...and you are not allowed to put things in other people's mouths casually."

"This is what I do." Fu Qiufeng couldn't laugh or cry, and joked, "You're telling fortunes by touching bones."

"That's right, I count you as the fate of one person under ten thousand people." Rong Fan said lightly, walked away from Fu Qiufeng by a mistake, pushed the door open and entered the execution room.

Fu Qiufeng turned his back silently, raised his head to ponder over the words, took a while to let out a breath, and followed back to the execution room seriously.

Lan'er handed the confession written by the man in black to Rong Fan, and Fu Qiufeng also leaned over to look at it. It was true that he was an assassin hired by Gong Ziyu, but his task was to poison the concubine in the palace, but he kept it carefully. With one hand, he secretly overheard Gong Ziyu's conversation.

Gong Ziyu's confidantes who stayed in the capital to support him are inextricably linked to the eldest prince who is leading the battle in Beiyou. They are familiar with Beiyou's intelligence. As long as King Xiao promises to send the concubine back to Beiyou, King Xiao, who cares about his sister's life, will definitely agree to cooperate with the eldest prince and lead troops to attack Dayi.

"Prince Beiyou is really so affectionate and righteous?" Fu Qiufeng couldn't help being dubious after reading it.

"Hmph." Rong Pin clasped the letter paper and slapped it on the table, looking back at the exhausted man in black, "I can give you a chance to survive, but only if you can really meet that confidant, your so-called 'Ghost of Thousand Phases'. "

"I have never heard of such a person in Jianghu." Fu Qiufeng pondered, "Did he get the name after following Gong Ziyu?"

The man in black shook his head to express his ignorance, Lan'er showed him the last piece of paper, and said, "Write down your name, age and place of origin, and sign here."

Fu Qiufeng took a look at the confession signed by the man in black, Shangguan Ning, 22, Yunchuan City, Li Country.

"People from the capital of the Li country?" Fu Qiufeng couldn't help frowning, "Shangguan? Royal family?"

The man in black hurriedly waved his writing brush and asked for another piece of paper, writing: I have been demoted because I am troubled.

"Whether you can get this meal depends on your sincerity." Rong Fan gloated, "Put it in the dungeon, and choose another day."

Fu Qiufeng and Rong Fan came out of the dungeon, and Rong Fan sent secret guards to check the location of Shunfu Restaurant first, to verify whether what Shangguan Ning said was true. The evening was muggy and cold, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

"Go to Tai'an Palace to see the concubine, Lin Ying should be there too." Rong Fan raised his head and estimated, "It's better to accompany me in a sedan chair, lest it rains on the way."

"Yes." Fu Qiufeng agreed.

It started to rain when they got off the sedan chair in front of Tai'an Palace, Feng Ji shouted at the gate to announce, Fu Qiufeng took out two umbrellas from the sedan chair, handed one to Rong Pin, Rong Pin held the handle of the umbrella, and walked into the palace first Open the door, then pull the umbrella rib twice, turn around and get under Fu Qiufeng's umbrella.

"This umbrella is broken." Rong Fan said openly.

"Then you use this?" Fu Qiufeng moved his umbrella to him tentatively.

With his hands behind his back, Rong Fan tapped Fu Qiufeng's waist with the umbrella he held in his palm, and said displeasedly, "Do you want me to hold an umbrella for you?"

"Don't dare, dare not." Fu Qiufeng sneered, and tilted the umbrella a little towards Rong Fan.

The corners of Rong Fan's lips curled up, and he touched Fu Qiufeng's shoulder in satisfaction.

There was an imperceptible scent of incense burning in Tai'an Palace. Fu Qiufeng felt a little drowsy not long after entering the hall. He shook his head luckily to resist, and said in a low voice, "Is it Anshenxiang?"

"The imperial doctor ordered it." Rong Fan didn't respond, the maid led the two to the concubine's bedroom, Rong Fan asked the maid to retreat, walked to the door of the bedroom, and saw Tang Miao and Lin Ying whispering like they were conspiring.

"The old man can probably determine what poison is in her." Lin Ying sat by the bed, holding a plate dripping with blood, and said in a low voice, "Little friend, go and do something for the old man."

"You said, the little one will do it right away." Tang Miao rubbed his hands together and bowed his head in front of Lin Ying.

"Who is that concubine who is unconscious? You go to her palace and bring back a bottle of blood." Lin Ying handed over a porcelain bottle for instructions.

"Okay, wait a moment." Tang Miao put away the porcelain vase, looked left and right, and went straight to the rear window.

Lin Ying raised his head and glanced at the door: "You two, are you still using this old man to invite you in?"

Rong Fan pushed the door open and entered the room, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll disturb Senior Lin's treatment."

"Hmph, throw all the unknown people to the old man, and the old man may just go to the Imperial Hospital as the dean." Lin Ying said with resentment.

"If senior is willing, I'm more than happy." Rong Fan raised his eyebrows.

Lin Ying curled her lips: "I suspect that she and your concubine have the same poison, both of which can make people fall asleep. Although it is not fatal immediately, the body will gradually weaken in the coma, and death will only take a few years. "

Rong Fan frowned: "But Chen Tingfang was poisoned by other poisons first, the concubine was not poisoned, she is in good health, and has some external skills."

"Did the old man say that he couldn't solve it?" Lin Zheng glared at him, changed the subject, and said with a smile, "It's just that you want to exchange that girl's life for this girl's life, how about it?"

Rong Fan sighed deeply: "Senior, I have long since given up on you, aren't you tired of it?"

"Tsk." Lin Ying rolled his eyes boredly, bent down and took out a porcelain box from the medicine box and threw it to him, "Here is your new medicine, try it on your face."

Fu Qiufeng reached out to catch the medicine box, and said pleasantly, "Senior, do you have the antidote?"

"It's easy to think about." Lin Ying yawned and complained in a low voice, "Even if it doesn't get better, it won't ruin it."

"Senior, I'm sorry." Fu Qiufeng thanked him with a nod, and sat down with Rong Rong, ready to give him medicine.

Rong Fan wanted to go to the mirror to see what his face looked like, but Fu Qiufeng searched through boxes and cabinets to find clean towels, took a basin to pour water, and even pulled a piece of tablecloth to cover the mirror as if he was at home, making it very mysterious , he thought to himself that after they left, the maid might think that the concubine was also bewitched, so she couldn't help but said: "It's not too late to try again when I get back to Lanxin Pavilion."

Fu Qiufeng worked swiftly: "The sooner the better."

Rong Fan rested his chin on the table and suppressed a laugh, and teased in a low voice: "It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry."

Fu Qiufeng put the copper basin mixed with warm water on the stool, washed the towel and said helplessly, "As long as your face can be cured, it doesn't matter if I become a eunuch again."

Rong Fan glanced at his lower body meaningfully, and sat up straight: "Really? Later, Senior Lin will really take yours... Mmm, give me medicine, are you willing to make sacrifices for me?"

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

Fu Qiufeng blushed, and Rong Fan's vaguely smiling voice made him feel a little uncomfortable. With a serious expression, he covered Rong Fan's face with a towel, and said seriously: "Of course I don't want to."

Lin Zheng, who was administering acupuncture to the concubine, turned around and scolded: "If you ruin the old man's reputation again, be careful, I will really add some ingredients to the medicine and make you all eunuchs."

Fu Qiufeng shut his mouth, and wiped Rong Pin's face seriously. The warm towel was already lightly placed on the black wound, Rong Pin still trembled, grabbed Fu Qiufeng's sleeve, and stared at him with full eyes .

"Easy." Rong Fan winked at him.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fu has long since given up on you, aren't you tired?" Lin Ying took the opportunity to retaliate.

Rong Fan gritted his teeth bitterly, and withdrew his deliberate coquettish playfulness.

Fu Qiufeng put down the towel, thinking that he should give Rong Fan some face: "Your Majesty, you are so cute, I feel sorry for you! I will eat this forever!"

Rong Fan slapped the table and became furious: "Take your medicine!"

Fu Qiufeng applied a layer of snow-white ointment to Rong Fan's wound, and took a few steps away to look at it. The concealing ability of this product is good, making Rong Fan's cheeks look like a wall has been repainted. He smiled without opening his eyes. And a little unspeakable regret.

Tang Miao came back quickly with the bottle. Lin Ying took out a small stove from the bottom of the medicine box, lit a candle and put the tray on it. He poured the bottle of blood into it and mixed it with the medicine powder to heat it up. There was a fishy-sweet smell. Spread out throughout the room.

Rong Fan raised his sleeve and fanned it, stood up and said, "Senior Lau Lin is here, I'll go back first, and let me know if there's anything I need."

Lin Ying waved his hand: "Just leave little friend Tang here to help."

The rain was still falling at night, Fu Qiufeng still opened the umbrella and leaned towards Rong Fan, Rong Fan pushed his hand, looked up, kept the umbrella in the center, and said relaxedly: "The concubine is fine, it seems that the recent We are always one step ahead of the enemy, as long as we take over the Yiwang Mansion, there will be no more hidden dangers in the capital."

"Do you really want that person who calls himself Shangguan Ning to be used as bait for fishing?" Fu Qiufeng asked him, "Since he is a demoted royal family, maybe the imperial concubine recognizes him, can you ask her if this person is an impostor?"

"She's not in the palace recently." Rong Pin said frankly, "Otherwise, she would have come to watch me that night when she heard that my face was injured."

"Ah?" Fu Qiufeng was taken aback, "Does she have another mission?"

"It's her own task. The monarch of the Li Kingdom has already handed over the full power of the government to the National Teacher. One side is Beiyou, and the other is Nanli. I'm afraid they are all waiting for the right time to occupy the Central Plains." Rong Fan said, "We don't need Whatever trust you give, as long as he is useful, I will send you back to Lanxin Pavilion first, and then to Frost Blade Terrace."

Fu Qiufeng was thoughtful, Rong Fan took his bamboo hat and put it on in Lanxin Pavilion, and when he arrived at Shuangrentai, the hidden guards he had sent had just returned.

The layout of Shunfu Restaurant was indeed exactly as Shangguan Ning had said. The honest and honest guy lived in a room alone. There were no confidential documents in the room, but the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were neatly stored, unlike an ordinary waiter.

Rong Fan pondered for a while, then went to the dungeon.

……

Early the next morning, when Fu Qiufeng arrived at Shuangrentai, he found that the atmosphere in Shuangrentai was much more serious. Only then did he realize that Feng Ji was accompanied by two young eunuchs, holding imperial edict scrolls, and outsiders were present, no wonder the hidden guards restrained themselves.

"Frost Blade Terrace Recorder Fu Qiufeng accepts the decree!" Feng Ji held up the imperial decree and unfolded it.

Fu Qiufeng put up his clothes and knelt at the door. He hadn't accepted the imperial decree formally conferred on him by Rong Fan, but only heard Feng Ji proclaim: "The decree said: Fu Qiufeng, who is the fifth-rank official of the Shuangrentai, has devoted himself to his duties and has repeatedly built miracles." For your meritorious service, I am hereby canonized as the fourth-rank leader of the Frost Blade Terrace, hereby."

Fu Qiufeng had just knelt down for a while before Feng Ji's imperial decree was finished. His legs hadn't knelt down yet, and he couldn't help feeling that Rong Fan's work was too simple and powerful. He had been granted more than once, and there was even a He didn't even know the characters, now he heard the imperial decree from Rong Jing, and he was suddenly moved with openness.

"Mr. Fu, hurry up and accept the order to thank you." Feng Ji said with a smile.

"I thank you, Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng kowtowed to thank you, got up and took the scroll and seal, "Eunuch Ji, you have worked hard."

"Mr. Fu, you are being polite. Our family heard that His Majesty recruited a talented woman. Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Feng Ji looked out, and took another imperial decree from the following eunuch.

"The girl naturally takes time to dress up, and I came early, before I arrived at the Shuangren Terrace." Fu Qiufeng explained with a smile.

"Hey, the Ministry of Officials quarreled all night, saying how can a woman be an official, or His Majesty went to reprimand him personally, which delayed his rest, and he is now recovering from sleep, otherwise His Majesty would have come here in person." Feng Ji shook his head. , "Those old ministers, you don't let His Majesty worry at all. It is the Frost Blade Terrace and Young Master who are the most considerate of Your Majesty."

"Eunuch Ji is also the one who knows His Majesty's thoughts best." Fu Qiufeng nodded and smiled.

While the two were chatting, An Yi and Lan Er went to the inner platform one after another. Lan Er was shocked when she saw the imperial decree, and hurriedly knelt down to receive the imperial decree.

"The imperial edict said: Shi Lan, the daughter of the Zhao family in Bozhou, is intelligent, intelligent, and knowledgeable, and is hereby canonized as the official fifth-rank recorder of Shuangrentai, hereby." Feng Ji read a similar imperial edict, "Miss Lan, get up quickly. "

Looking at Lan'er's expression, Fu Qiufeng knew that she must have lamented the simplicity of the imperial decree as much as he did. Lan'er received the decree to thank her, and went with Fu Qiufeng to send Feng Ji back, and then heaved a sigh of relief in the study.

"I thought it would be good to just stay in the Frost Blade Terrace and hang the name of the recorder, but I didn't expect to have an official canonization and seal." Lan'er said complicatedly, "Your Majesty's way of employing people is really unprecedented, and it will be difficult to do it later. By."

"Put it away, there will probably be a new official server in two days." Fu Qiufeng took out the roster and signed his name, it was considered to be on time, and then threw it to An Yi, "I came back very early, let's go to eat first."

Holding the roster, An Yi hesitated and said, "Don't you ask me what I did?"

"If I would have asked in the past." Fu Qiufeng smiled, "But since I let you go, if you want to tell me, you can just tell me yesterday. If you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't endanger Your Majesty, I can allow you to have own secret."

Under Fu Qiufeng's tolerance, An Yi became more guilty, signed his name and handed it to Lan Er, raised his eyes to look at her quietly, then lowered his head.

"Don't be nervous." Lan'er comforted, "It's all for His Majesty, everyone believes in you."

Under the leadership of Fu Qiufeng, the two closed the door of the inner table and went to have breakfast. Lan Er sat at the table and suddenly said: "We go to the inner table to order oats first, and eat when we are on duty. Isn't it good?"

Fu Qiufeng thought about it for a while: "You can also click the hair first, and then wash and change clothes, comb your hair, make up, and eat. It's close anyway."

Laner: "..."

Fu Qiufeng added another sentence: "As long as the official duties are safe, the secret guards of the Shuangrentai came to work flexibly according to the mission."

After Fu Qiufeng finished speaking, he had the feeling of betraying his belief in meticulous and serious work. He was getting closer and closer to an unqualified hidden guard with a sloppy attitude.

After a whole morning, Lan'er no longer needed to ask Fu Qiufeng any more, and was basically able to take care of herself. Fu Qiufeng went out to get some air, helped up a morning glory vine in the backyard that was bent by the heavy rain last night, and pointed out the moves of the hidden guards on the martial arts arena. , Walking to the main hall with hands behind their backs, it seems like a breath of retirement.

Wei Yuan was still writing official documents to Dali Temple, when he saw Fu Qiufeng approaching, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Fu... Commander?"

"I can't do it, Commander Wei." Fu Qiufeng cupped his hands, "I heard that the last deputy commander ended up miserable, so I'd better call me Mr. Fu."

"Master Fu, is there something wrong?" Wei Yuan stopped writing and asked him.

"It's ready for lunch, let's go for a walk." Fu Qiufeng said with a smile, "Lan'er's cakes and tea making skills are excellent, so you might as well go and have a sit if you have time."

"Oh." Wei Yuan said coldly, "Shunfu Restaurant, are you in charge?"

"Well, Commander Wei is very busy recently." Fu Qiufeng said.

"According to the investigation, there is a secret contact point against the party near Daizhou in Hongzhou." Wei Yuan frowned, "The master behind it is also Gong Ziyu."

"Are you planning to go in person?" Fu Qiufeng asked unexpectedly.

"With you in the capital, the lord can rest assured." Wei Yuan said lightly.

"Is Commander Wei at ease?" Fu Qiufeng leaned against his desk and chuckled, "I didn't protect His Majesty well and let him be poisoned. It's really a stain that I can't erase in my career as a secret guard."

Wei Yuan is not a person who beats around the bush, he simply stood up: "Competition, beat me."

Fu Qiufeng was slightly taken aback, but immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

The two went out together, walked down the steps, and turned their heads together. Rong Fan leaned against the door with his arms folded, smiling but not smiling.

Fu Qiufeng always felt that he had seen this scene countless times, so he sighed helplessly: "Your Majesty, do you really want to listen to the corner?"

"I like it, what can you do?" Rong Fan stood firmly between the two, and stretched out his hands to push Fu Qiufeng and Wei Yuan away from each other, "I also want to see you compete, but friendship comes first and wins second, you both My wings, don't be jealous for me."

Fu Qiufeng: "..."

The corners of Wei Yuan's eyes twitched: "My lord, don't be joking anymore, this subordinate has not had any disagreements with Mr. Fu."

"Ha, I'm in a good mood today." Rong Pin narrowed his eyes and looked at the clear sky, "The nanny who delivered the concubine back then has been found, and I can arrive at Shuangrentai in the afternoon."

Fu Qiufeng nodded, and went to the martial arts arena with Wei Yuan, when some hidden guards saw that they were about to compete, they rushed to tell each other, and soon the entire Frost Blade Terrace was surrounded by hidden guards.

Wei Yuan held the scabbard with his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand gripped the hilt tightly: "Mr. Fu, please."

Fu Qiufeng fumbled for the weapon at his waist, Rong Pin called to him, raised his hand and threw something over, Fu Qiufeng caught it, only to find that it was a light and simple dagger with a simple scabbard.

Fu Qiufeng was overjoyed, he clasped his fists at Rong Pin, turned around and said, "Commander Wei please give me advice."

The two looked at each other in place for a while, and their figures rushed out at the same time, flying afterimages all over the martial arts arena, and the clanging of weapons clashing continued one after another.

"It's so fast!" A secret guard exclaimed, "I've never seen Commander Wei use his full strength."

"Young master Fu is also amazingly skilled." Another hidden guard blinked.

Rong Fan curled his mouth and watched the battle with a smile. In the arena, the two showed their moves. Fu Qiufeng was used to slanting his sword, and it was not suitable for close combat. However, Wei Yuan's experience was still inexperienced, and after a quarter of an hour, he still inevitably fell into the disadvantaged .

Fu Qiufeng could hear the discussions of the hidden guards off the court, and he was more amazed by Wei Yuan than Wei Yuan.

Fu Qiufeng counted the time, there was no need to continue the fight, he took the initiative to show an opening, Wei Yuan's sword pointed sharply at his chest, he raised his left arm and knocked the sword outward, the right dagger pierced Wei Yuan's throat, but it was an inch long and an inch long. Very strong, before the dagger could get close, Wei Yuan's Inch Fist packed with vigor and vigor had already landed on his right shoulder.

"I lost." Fu Qiufeng withdrew his internal strength and bowed his head humbly.

Wei Yuan's punch didn't exert any strength, and he was relieved in time, so he didn't hurt him. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily, "You let me."

"I haven't recovered from my injury, I didn't let you." Fu Qiufeng said sincerely, pushed his sword away, took a step forward, and said softly, "You are the commander of the Shuangrentai, not a martial artist, you have to consider the influence. "

Hearing the applause from the audience, Wei Yuan praised both him and Fu Qiufeng, and put his sword back into its sheath with a cold snort: "Sooner or later, I will win you squarely and squarely."

"It's good for young people to have ambition, welcome to challenge at any time." Fu Qiufeng patted him on the shoulder old-fashionedly, turned around and said loudly, "Okay, let's go!"

Rong Fan waited for him to go down the steps, straightened his collar, and asked with a smile, "How about the new weapon?"

"Your Majesty took the trouble, it's very easy." Fu Qiufeng bowed and thanked him again.

"Wei Yuan, don't be too sad. It's normal to lose in a martial arts competition with Mr. Fu, a mysterious and mysterious man." Rong Fan turned around and teased the pensive Wei Yuan, but Wei Yuan didn't seem to hear him, his expression was serious, and he didn't lift his head.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng was at a loss when he heard this, "I... I will explain clearly."

"Go eat first." Rong Fan raised the back of his hand and patted his chest, before walking away first.

Wei Yuan had nothing to be sad about, he was thinking about Fu Qiufeng's last moves, and he always felt that they had known each other before.

Fu Qiufeng was a few steps behind, and said in a low voice: "Commander Wei? Master Wei? Otherwise, I will make an appointment in private, and I won't let it go. I will compete with you seriously."

Wei Yuan's eyes turned cold, he raised his eyes suddenly, stopped and asked, "The masked man who slapped me outside the cold palace, is that you?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Wei, the enemy of vest for life

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