Occupational Disease Dark Guard's Favorite Concubine Survival Guide

When Fu Qiufeng heard his name, the tails of his eyes twitched slightly, a flash of suspicion flashed, followed by another burst of calculations.

Rong Fan, Dayue country's surname is Wei, not Rong, let's not mention this weird space, if you want to pretend to be a prince, how can you not even know the country's surname... Or is Rong Fan just a name?

Fu Qiufeng had bled all the way, and it was not easy to stay awake at this time. He only thought for a while, and his heartbeat and fatigue made him break out in a cold sweat. He could no longer think hard, so he simply closed his eyes and gave up. Like a dying candle in the wind, why bother with this boy of unknown origin.

"Did you hear me?" Seeing that Fu Qiufeng hadn't answered for a long time, Rong Fan touched his leg angrily, "You are so rude, even if I'm not a prince, but just a commoner, you can't It’s so invisible.”

Fu Qiufeng was really helpless, he didn't even have a chance to die quietly, so he could only perfunctoryly say: "You find your own way, I can't go."

"Why can't you leave? Could it be that you flew here?" Rong Fan asked him sharply.

Fu Qiufeng was curious about how he managed to get here. In his confused impression, this place should be Cheyue Lake on the outskirts of the capital, but the surrounding scene was quite different, and he was unable to leave anymore.

"Legs." Fu Qiufeng cherished words like gold and said impatiently.

Rong Fan moved to the side to check Fu Qiufeng's legs. There was nothing but blood stains through the two layers of trousers. He hesitated for a moment, touched Fu Qiufeng's boots, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry...that's too much. Do you want me to be careful?"

Fu Qiufeng didn't have the strength to open his eyes: "There are boot blades."

"You are so troublesome!" Rong Fan frowned, cursing inwardly that he really had thorns all over his body.

But he carefully helped Fu Qiufeng take off the boots by holding the soles of the boots. When he saw the blood on the trousers staining the white socks, he couldn't continue cursing. Working for the emperor, protecting the princes and concubines who stay in the deep palace like him, and protecting the people of Dayi, they are all heavily armed, and injuries are inevitable. How can he have any reason to scold such loyal and sacrificed guards?

Fu Qiufeng didn't hear Rong Fan's words for a while, so he hummed a low question indifferently: "Huh?"

"I'm sorry." Rong Fan whispered.

Fu Qiufeng was taken aback: "Why do you apologize?"

"I shouldn't have called you troublesome." Rong Fan quickly glanced at Fu Qiufeng.

Fu Qiufeng was silent for a while, and couldn't help but let out a sincere laugh for the first time in a long time: "Aren't you the prince? How can you lower your head and apologize to my subordinate."

"My mother taught me that I have to apologize when I do something wrong. No matter what status I or the other party is, right or wrong will not be changed by the powerful or the common people." "I want to go back to see my mother. After tonight, I have to wait another half a month."

"...Why wait?" Fu Qiufeng had a vague urge to agree with him, but he instinctively felt that he shouldn't think this way. The dark pavilion, whether up or down, is the emperor's sword and the emperor's dog. No need to worry about right or wrong.

Rong Fan rolled up Fu Qiufeng's trouser legs little by little, wanting to see where his injury was, pursed his lips, and said angrily: "Father is angry with mother, and locked her in the cold palace. I can only find time to secretly Going to see her, I don't know how such a good person like my mother would make my father angry. It must be the shady conspiracy of the previous dynasty! If the empress allows me to practice martial arts, I will quietly take my mother away in the future. Who cares? Those broken things in the palace!"

The more he talked, the less he looked like the court that Fu Qiufeng was familiar with. Fu Qiufeng continued to remain silent, Rong Fan pressed his eyes again, and said half of a deal and half of a threat: "I will try my best to save you. If we go out, you can survive. I owe you a favor, your martial arts are probably pretty good, then we will make an appointment, and you will secretly teach me martial arts."

Fu Qiufeng is now in his 30s, long past the time of innocence, he ridiculed Rong Fan's pure hope, the palace is like a swamp, the more he struggles to escape, the faster it sinks, but he is too lazy to do it before he is about to die Hitting another child, he snorted inexplicably: "If we can get out."

Rong Yan was overjoyed, and nodded heavily. The cloth under his hand was stained with a layer of half-dried blood. Every inch he rolled up was like tearing off a piece of sticky and festered skin. After suffering and enduring, he finally rolled up his trouser legs above his knees, and he could clearly see the bloody wound on his thigh, where even the bones were distorted and dislocated.

"You...how did you get here?!" Rong Fan said in amazement, this time it was not dissatisfaction, but genuine admiration.

"Do you still want to practice martial arts?" Fu Qiufeng asked him back, "Maybe it will be more miserable than this."

Rong Fan's expression was complicated, he hesitated for a while, and gradually became firm: "I think, if I get hurt, it's better than my mother or my friend getting hurt. I'm not afraid of suffering, and you can't scare me."

Fu Qiufeng choked again. At this moment, he finally became interested in this child. He couldn't help regretting that he didn't have much time, so he dismissed him and said, "Find a branch or wood and fix the leg bones. I can still try to walk." A few steps, as for teaching you martial arts, I will make a long-term plan after I go out."

"Okay, hold on, I'll go right away." Rong Fan immediately stood up, put Fu Qiufeng's clothes down to cover that leg, and looked around in the mist, everywhere seemed to be dormant unknown traps Crisis, he rubbed his arms and ran quickly into the mist.

Fu Qiufeng took a slow look in the direction he left, put his arms back and closed his eyes to wait for the final end. From the moment he became a dark guard, he no longer prayed for blessings from the heavens, but it probably doesn't matter now, but just talking Withdrawing, a heavy sigh was spit out together with the sweet blood, the bright red trickled down the gap of the pitch-black mask to the ground, and slowly seeped into the soil in the dead silence.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he thought, if I still have any wishes or regrets, then I hope this child can protect himself.

He no longer commented on this wasted half-life, but Fu Qiufeng in the dream hadn't accepted his fate. He watched him talking with Xiao Rongpin in his body, feeling the same pain, and felt more and more that this good scene had happened. one time.

He also saw someone crawling out of a lake by a foggy lake.

Then what?He couldn't remember clearly, how old was this thing that happened to him?Could this kind of injury be caused by a meteor hammer?When did he fight an enemy who wields such a heavy weapon?Was he... already dead?

It took Rong Fan a long time to go back and forth, but he actually came back to Fu Qiufeng with a bundle of wooden poles, his whole body was dirty, and there were many mud marks on his face.

"I found something suitable." Rong Fan said excitedly, "This is a reed stalk folded by the lake, it should be on the opposite side of the lake. "

Rong Fan's smile froze on his face, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the reed stalks scattered all over the ground.

Fu Qiufeng lay quietly on his side by the lake, his eyes were calmly closed, colder than that mysterious lake.

The surface of the stagnant lake suddenly became choppy, the sudden gust of wind swept away the dense fog, and the flowing chill raised his wet hair, revealing his confusion and despair after the shock, a corner of the night opened up, and his face seemed to fall into the night On the cramped and isolated island, the dome is pressing down on him inch by inch, leaving only him suffocating alone in the whole world.

"You... liar..." Rong Fan fell down and sat beside Fu Qiufeng, reaching out to touch his mask tremblingly, but after a few hesitations, he withdrew his hand, hugged his knees and buried his head in tears.

He knows about life and death, but he doesn't know about death. How painful and hopeless is the hope that is snuffed out by the roots.

In the dream, Fu Qiufeng could still hear Rong Fin's cry. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect Rong Fin to be a crying bag, but his eyes were a little dark.

Rong Fan cried for a while, then stood up silently, tidied up Fu Qiufeng's trousers, put on his boots again, walked two steps and stood by the lake, wiped his red and swollen eyes, did not look back, raised his head and took a few breaths Once, he held his breath, with a flash of toughness and ruthlessness in his eyes, he resolutely jumped into the lake.

……

Rong Fan also had a dream, he felt hot, like all the blood rushing to the lower abdomen, the boiling heat that needs to be vented, he thought something was wrong, Fu Qiufeng bit his lip, could it be that he tasted Fu Qiufeng's His blood also got that damned green silk fragrance?

But fortunately, the heat is slowly decreasing. He dreamed intermittently of the hallucinatory mysterious lake in a daze. He couldn't find a way out and had to take a risk, jumped into the lake again, and then appeared in the familiar palace.

This narrow lake in the harem is more like a pond than the name Cheyue Lake. Panting, he climbed up to the bank and turned over to lie down. He still couldn't understand the experience. When he regained some strength, he tied the bank with a belt He jumped back from the tree next to him, but he couldn't get back the feeling of falling in the boundless vast space. He was just jumping in the lake with the height of an adult man, and there was no passage at the bottom of the lake.

He finally gave up, washed his face by the lake, looked at the water in awe, thinking of the unknown guard lying on the other side of the lake, and he had to go to the Leng Palace in a hurry, before leaving, he thought in disbelief, if This is really a miracle, maybe that person is not dead, maybe he will be sent to him by the lake like him, to protect him and teach him martial arts.

When he ran into a hurried servant on Lenggong Road, his mood had gradually calmed down, but suddenly he saw a black word floating above the little eunuch's head, it was unbelievable and unbelievable.

……

Fu Qiufeng opened his eyes, and in front of him was the plain top of the bed in the posthouse. He was stunned for a moment, and his memory flooded in. He quickly turned his head to see that Rong Yan was still lying on the side of the bed, his fingers were trembling, and he laughed happily, touching Seeing Rong Pin's cold face, he gently pinched it.

"Liar." Rong Fan closed his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "A rebellious liar."

Fu Qiufeng quickly let go, he felt that he had a lot to say, but at this moment, he didn't seem to need any words.

"I remember now." Fu Qiufeng murmured, "It's been a long time since I thought about it."