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Xiao Lu, Lin Ying's book boy, was busy, Rong Fen knocked on the door and entered the room, and Xiao Lu hurriedly handed him a piece of paper.

"Your Majesty, you are here. Here are some medicinal materials that I urgently need." Xiaolu wiped his sweat with tears in his voice, "Master was injured too badly. I haven't even learned a little from him. I don't know when he will recover. stand up……"

"You have studied with Lin Ying since you were young. Since Lin Ying is going back to Zhuyun Pavilion, he must believe that you have the ability to save him, so don't underestimate yourself." Rong Fan comforted him, "I'll go and see Senior Lin, I'll get the medicinal materials tomorrow Let Feng Ji arrange it."

Fu Qiufeng also followed in, and the two stepped into the bedroom with light steps. Lin Ying was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his brows were tightly furrowed. His breathing was unconsciously rapid and intermittent. There were blood spatters beside the pillow. Fu Qiufeng carefully looked at it. Look, there are a few traces of bright silver in Lin Ying's loose black hair.

"This..." Fu Qiufeng was a little surprised, "Senior Lin really suffered."

"That's a special skill practiced by Master. Although Master's face is not old, he is an ancient man after all. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on after being poisoned and seriously injured." Xiao Lu stretched out his hand to smooth Lin Zheng's hair, trying to cover it up. With the gradually dyed white, the voice was slightly choked, "If the hair is completely white, the face will gradually age. If the master has not woken up by then, I am afraid..."

"Just settle down and treat him, I promise he won't die." Rong Fan's heart tightened, but he still said in a deep voice without any doubt.

Xiaolu nodded heavily: "Yes, since His Majesty said this, I will definitely do my best. When the medicine on the table cools down, can I trouble you to feed it to Master? I will go to the pharmacy to study a new prescription."

"Go ahead, and remember to rest." Rong Fan agreed.

Fu Qiufeng didn't have any relationship with Lin Ying, but Lin Ying saved him after all, and he didn't want to see Lin Ying in trouble, so he picked up the towel from the basin on the ground, wrung it dry, folded it, put it on Lin Ying's forehead, and said in a low voice : "How much of your external ointment left?"

"It should be enough for a few days." Rong Fan thought for a while, "My injury is neither bad nor bad, there is nothing urgent."

"Sigh, Senior Lin always speaks unforgivingly, but actually he has done enough." Fu Qiufeng sighed again, "I heard the rumors in the rivers and lakes earlier that Lin Ying hasn't gone down the mountain once in three years, so I really don't want to go out. "

"Hmph, he has a sharp mouth and a hard heart, so don't sympathize with him too much." Rong Fan couldn't help reminding, "Not going out is because he committed too many crimes when he was young and was forced to be hunted down by others, so he got used to staying at home. He is willing. Going to the Zhuyun Pavilion to hide your name, is it because I promised to provide him with the medicinal materials of the death row, or what do you think he used to test the medicine in the past? When he rescued me at the beginning, he forced me to be his test subject!"

"I'm a secret guard, not a righteous person." Fu Qiufeng said naturally, "You can't be filled with righteous indignation against your own people and act chivalrously. After all, seriously, I'm not a good person."

Rong Fan squinted at him: "Then I'm not a good person either."

"Haha." Fu Qiufeng laughed dryly twice to express his perfunctory.

Rong Fen suddenly felt slighted, looked sideways and said sullenly: "Why, Senior Fu thinks I'm naive?"

"No, how could it be?" Fu Qiufeng repeatedly denied, "You can't just treat me with preconceived ideas and subjective prejudice just because I blew myself up about my age."

"Hmph, I don't want to hear your sophistry." Rong Fan crossed his arms and leaned against the bedpost, turning his head coolly.

"When a person performs his duties wholeheartedly, time always passes quickly, and half of his life is fleeting." Fu Qiufeng shouted to the sky.

Rong Fan could hear the vicissitudes of life, pondered for a while, then bumped his elbow: "I don't despise you for being old."

Fu Qiufeng then continued in a serious manner: "Of course I'm not old, I didn't realize that half my life has passed, so I'm still very young."

Rong Fan: "..."

Rong Pin gritted his teeth and said, "Don't mention your age to me anymore!"

Fu Qiufeng smiled, and changed the subject with a smile: "Is there any difference between the past and the present, Senior Lin?"

Rong Fan glanced back and sneered: "It's much worse than now. Now he lives in my palace and eats my food. If he doesn't restrain himself, I'll send him back to the mountain."

"How bad is it?" Fu Qiufeng asked curiously.

Rong Fan pondered for a while, then said meaningfully: "He once said that he caught six catties of fresh fish and insisted on making me a bowl of fish soup, but when I finished eating, he told me that I had just learned to call him. Snake, he thinks the snake has been out of the nest for too long and looks like he has heat stroke, so he might as well eat it."

Mo Dou poked his head out from Rong Fen's sleeves, as if agreeing with the matter, he climbed onto the bed along the bedpost, and patted Lin Ying's face with his tail.

Fu Qiufeng wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. He couldn't say that Lin Ying and Rong Fan were both childish.

"Snakes and fishes don't really matter." Rong Yan sternly said, "But what if it's something else? Once two people went into the mountains to hunt him down and fell into his trap. He gave one of them a bowl of broth and claimed Send them a severed meal, and then cut off one arm, and when Lin Ying began to sharpen the knife the next day, they found that each other was missing a hand."

Fu Qiufeng couldn't help but look back at Lin Ying, feeling terrified.

"...Can you speak ill of people behind their backs, and arrange it in front of the old man? It's too arrogant."

Fu Qiufeng was startled when he heard the sound, and turned around quickly, only to see that Lin Ying had opened his eyes, and his voice was weak, staring at Mo Dou on the quilt and said: "Be careful, the old man stewed this little thing too."

Mo Dou opened his mouth and spat out the letter, and slowly crawled back onto Rong Fen's shoulder.

Rong Fan went to take the medicine bowl on the table, after the momentary joy and relaxation, his eyes gradually became playful: "I'm going to shake your bottom off in front of you, what can you do now?"

"I can get dizzy, and then let your face be buried with me." Lin Zheng said calmly, "Since ancient times, the emperor has asked the doctor to be buried with him, but I am the emperor's back No. 1."

"Your Majesty, Senior Lin, please don't say a few words." Fu Qiufeng sighed, "It's best for Senior Lin to wake up. You should show Your Majesty whether his injury needs to be changed."

"You only care about your majesty, and you don't care about the old man's life or death! Cough..." Lin Ying rolled his eyes, tilted his head and coughed, and a streak of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Fu Qiufeng quickly wiped his face with a towel: "Senior, calm down, Xiao Lu has boiled medicine for you, you can try it."

Lin Ying propped himself on the edge of the bed to think about it, and fell back again as soon as he tried hard. Fu Qiufeng quickly took a pillow, supported Lin Ying's shoulders and carefully supported him to the bedside, took the medicine bowl and spoon to feed him the medicine.

Rong Fan awkwardly paced the room with his hands behind his back, poured himself a cup of tea, and scanned the weird scene frequently.

After Lin Ying finished drinking the medicine, he said solemnly: "Speaking of which, I don't even have a son and a half daughter, otherwise I will accept you as a grandson."

Fu Qiufeng: "...Don't dare, can't, let's forget it."

Rong Fan took a sip of tea, went over to pull Fu Qiufeng up, and warned Lin Zheng, "Don't take advantage of others because you are old and disrespectful!"

Lin Ying laughed, coughed while laughing, and slowly stretched out his hand from under the quilt: "I'll take your pulse while the old man is still alive."

As soon as Rong Fan raised his arm, he saw that his fingers were stained with bright red, he frowned and lifted the quilt, his snow-white underclothes was already soaked in blood.

"Quickly call Xiaolu to come over and re-bandage." Rong Pin clicked his tongue and told Fu Qiufeng to call for someone.

"Wait first." Lin Yan closed his eyes, grabbed Rong Fan's wrist, tried it, and then ordered, "Tell Xiao Lu, add five dollars to each dose of yesterday's soup...and..."

"What?" Fu Qiufeng moved closer and asked.

"It's best if you can get a ready-made antidote from Liguo. If you can't, at least bring me the most important raw materials." Lin Zheng raised his spirits, and wrote a few words on Rong Fan's wrist with his fingertips in blood. The words, "Golden black mushroom, a kind of wild mushroom, may be found in the border mountains bordering the Li country in Lingyang, but it is very rare. The royal family of Li also planted a piece of it, and it is strictly guarded, so it is difficult to get... The old man went to bed first. , you go back."

"Well, I'll find a way, you have a good rest." Rong Fan stared at the name crookedly written on his wrist, feeling complicated.

Fu Qiufeng went to call Xiaolu, Lin Ying fell asleep, and the three of them worked hard to change Lin Ying's dressing and bandage the wound, and when Rong Fen and Fu Qiufeng returned to Lanxin Pavilion, they were too tired and fell asleep without thinking.

In the early morning of the next day, Rong Fan rushed to the court early, declaring that the consequences of King Yi's disappearance were very troublesome. The courtiers asked for orders to search for King Yi's whereabouts and investigate the daring mastermind behind the scenes. Wu Chun committed suicide by poisoning himself. A self-acting person, but now the direction of the court has changed drastically, the prime ministers of the three provinces all support Rong Fan, and there is no follower of the former prince, so those speculations can't make waves.

As soon as Fu Qiufeng arrived at the Shuangren Terrace, he saw An Yi leaning on the couch in the back room with his eyes closed and resting his mind, he asked casually, "When will you receive the fifty whips?"

Lan'er smiled and said, "Next time you make a mistake, let's take it together. It's hard to save a life, so don't waste it so quickly."

An Yi surprisingly did not speak, bowed his head slightly, and said for a while: "I'm sorry, I made you worry."

Fu Qiufeng was greatly surprised that An Yi actually changed his temper, and waved his hand: "Wait until your Majesty comes down, please apologize to him, if the injury is not healed, don't worry, I will give you two days off."

"I'm fine." An Yi insisted, "I can still write."

"That's just right, the next few days will be busy, and Commander Wei has sent back the first information." Fu Qiufeng was not polite, and immediately began to assign tasks.

Rong Fan didn't come to Shuangrentai all day. At night, the queen mother got up and drove to Bixiao Palace. Rong Fan, who wanted to go back to the palace, went back to the political affairs hall and continued to find someone to discuss matters. He didn't go back until late at night, but he turned around halfway and came straight to Lanxin Pavilion.

Not long after Fu Qiufeng returned to the Lanxin Pavilion, he received the news that Xiao Yuanzi was asked to go to the Zhuyun Pavilion overnight to help, and he ran back to the Shuangren Terrace to hide for a night, but what Fu Qiufeng didn't expect was that the Queen Mother would do this for three consecutive days He also didn't return to Lanxin Pavilion for three days. During this period, Lin Ying kept sleeping more and waking up less, and Rong Fan was forced to concentrate on government affairs, so he made up a set of reasonable arguments and made it public earlier than expected.

On the fourth day, the Empress Dowager finally went to Zhaofa Temple to pray for blessings. Wei Yuan had thoroughly investigated the residence of Fengzhu, and the hidden guards were about to withdraw one after another, leaving the local government and Chongweiwei to cooperate with arresting and trialing the prisoners and sending them to Beijing.

Now that Wei Yuan was going back to Beijing, Fu Qiufeng finally had to make a decision to confess. It was the first time he went to the Political Affairs Hall in person. On the way, he bumped into Feng Ji who was walking in a hurry, so he asked Feng Ji to pass it on.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Master, why don't you go in with our family, His Majesty still missed you yesterday."

"I don't have any important business, I just prepare some thin wine, and I want to invite His Majesty to return to the Shuangren Terrace for a meal, and report the information of the past few days by the way." Fu Qiufeng waited in the yard.

Feng Ji knocked on the door and entered the hall, walked up to Rong Pin and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu is asking to see you. Mr. Fu has prepared dinner and is waiting for you outside."

Rong Fan squeezed the teacup in his hand, not only feeling a little nervous, he didn't go to Shuangrentai these days, but also hesitant like being close to his hometown, afraid that if what he heard about Fu Qiufeng's past was too different from what he thought, he would Will he be prejudiced against Fu Qiufeng?

"I'm going right now." Rong Fan took a deep breath, and secretly said that there is nothing more shocking than the 40-year-old Mr. Fu, he has no fear, "Is there anything else?"

The hesitation on Feng Ji's face was exposed, and he covered his face with one hand, and said cautiously: "This morning, I ordered people to clean up the weeds and dead leaves in the lotus pond, and fished out a set of servant's clothes from the pond. The clothes were wrapped in stones. It was like being deliberately sunk into a pond, and the servants felt that there must be something wrong, so they reported it layer by layer, and when they arrived at the servant, the servant remembered that you were investigating the assassins last month, and someone lost a suit of clothes."

Rong Fen froze for a moment, then slowly raised his brows, gradually showing disbelief, his eyes flickered, and when Mao Sai suddenly realized, shock and anger also quietly ignited in the depressed eyelids.

The author has something to say: A famous aphorism for Mr. Fu:

details make a difference

The embankment of a thousand miles collapses in an ant's nest

A wise man is bound to miss a thousand times

I often walk by the river, where can I not get wet shoes

Those who drown are those who know water (no