Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Yue was so dizzy that he couldn't think at all, he stared dumbfounded at his peach blossom eyes shining in Xi Wei.

After a long while, I blushed, and forced out a sentence: "Don't touch me."

Prince Jing withdrew his hand.

He glanced down, and with his thumb and forefinger, gently rubbed away the blood on his fingertips.

Duan Yue watched, that ambiguous movement reminded him of his love when he was pressed under this person to play with him.The shame of caressing one's own skin.

"you......"

Prince Jing looked up at him, his eyes were indifferent.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth, and suddenly pushed him hard: "Stay away from me!"

King Jing was caught off guard, pushed back a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The wound was open and blood flowed from under him.

Duan Yue glanced at him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, but he lowered his eyes, got up silently, turned and left.

Blood dripped down at his feet.

Duan Yue saw his back from behind, but he was alone.

Like a lost migratory bird, a solitary beast that deviates from the group.

At this moment, Duan Yue suddenly wanted to speak, to call him by name, to tell him to stop.

But so what.

Duan Yue tightened his fingers and looked away.

"Is the Fourth Highness good-looking?" Suddenly a head popped out from his shoulder.

Duan Yue's whole body trembled, and he slapped it with his backhand.

Duan Siyan quickly grasped his wrist, smiled and looked sideways at him: "Xiao Shiliu, I can't see that you are actually stepping on two boats."

Duan Yue struggled to get away, and frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with Duan Chuchu, he deserves it too."

After saying that, she waved her hands and walked to the side of the sixth prince, gently shaking him awake, saying that it was dawn.

Duan Si touched his chin.

Little Sixteen was really angry.

He obviously didn't react at all when rumors were spread about him and the third prince.

There are situations, there are situations, there are situations.

The sixth prince opened his eyes in distress: "Where is fourth brother?"

"go out."

Presumably, he went to pay respects to Empress Yaochu.

The sixth prince nodded: "How many volumes of scriptures have you copied?"

"There are more than eighty volumes."

Everyone was really desperate last night, only Prince Jing kept fishing in troubled waters because he couldn't see.

Speaking of this, Duan Yue suddenly remembered that King Jing seemed to have regained his sight this morning.

The little yellow book ding-dong: "Prince Jing has not taken the life-extending pill today, and the side effects have not yet taken effect. Prince Jing's remaining time to live is four hours. Dad, please don't forget to take the medicine."

"Friendly reminder, the task of sending warmth today has not been completed yet."

Duan Yue's face darkened, and he really wanted to just throw his hand away.

"If you fail the mission, you need to return the Kiss Burn, Dad, are you sure you want to give up the mission?"

"..." Duan Yue immediately covered the only three bags of kisses in his pocket, "Wait, I'll do it!"

Xiao Huangshu smiled happily: "Come on, Dad, Prince Jing's heart rate has reached 20, and there will be ten bags of kiss burn rewards."

Duan Yue's eyes moved.

The sixth prince is still distressed.

He has to go to Zi Shan Tang to study later, so he can't catch fish.

The deadline is only today, and if this continues, it will be impossible to finish copying.

Duan Yue volunteered: "Your Highness! Leave it to the servant!"

The sixth prince frowned: "No, you stayed up all night, it's time to rest."

"The slave is not tired." Duan Yue's eyes were calm, his face was calm, "Don't worry."

"Sixth Brother, it's getting late." The Seventh Prince had already tidied up, got up and waited at the door, "If you don't make it any more, you will be punished by your husband."

This is all second.

What is difficult is the third prince.

He ran into a snag yesterday when Xuanwei was choosing the master, and he was trying to find fault with the sixth prince, so he must not catch any mistakes.

The sixth prince didn't have time to say more, so he could only tell him: "Don't tire yourself out." Then he left in a hurry.

Although Duan Si wanted to help him, the Seventh Prince had already left, and as a hidden guard, he couldn't stay longer, so he looked back worriedly, and had no choice but to leave.

Soon, only Duan Yue and Wang Dian were left in the huge hall.

Wang Dian was not very old, he had just been assigned to take care of Prince Jing for a few days, and he was at the age of lethargy, snoring loudly.

Duan Yue found two balls of paper to plug his ears, and continued to write.

He thought very simply, if he helped Prince Jing finish copying the scriptures, when Prince Jing was happy, his heart rate would definitely increase.

Xiao Huangshu saw his two big dark circles hanging on his face pitifully, and said: "Dad can enter the space, the time flow rate of the space can be adjusted arbitrarily."

"what for?"

Xiao Huangshu found a word he could understand: "One day in the sky, one year in the ground."

Duan Yue was stunned, that is to say, if he stayed in the space for three days and three nights, it would only be a matter of blinking outside?

Wouldn't that be ample time?

As soon as he said it, he immediately moved the scroll, pen and ink into the space, and lay down on the ground to struggle day and night.

Duan Yue can bear hardships the most.

When doing missions before, the most difficult one was when King Jing ordered him to lie in ambush in the snow and assassinate a courtier.

The courtier was very alert and aware of the danger, he didn't go out for three days and three nights, and sent countless people to patrol in front of the post station.

In order not to be exposed, Duan Yue was forced to live in the cold winter snow, laying motionless for three days and three nights, without a drop of water or rice, and then when the courtier thought it was dangerous to leave and relaxed his vigilance, he tried his best , Rising from the snowstorm, he simply and neatly took his head.

No one responded to him afterwards.

Prince Jing already regarded him as a dead chess game.

With his hands that had been frozen to death, and a sword tied, he fought a bloody path by himself, gritted his teeth and crawled back to Prince Jing's mansion.

He never couldn't do what he wanted to do.

— except for reading.

The thing Duan Yue hates the most in his life is reading.

The person he hated the most was Prince Jing who forced him to read and write.

Gritting his teeth, he scolded Prince Jing over and over again in his heart, and at the same time he copied a line of running scriptures with his beautiful lower script.

The Sixth Prince and others were copying, and they had to worry about imitating King Jing's notes, so the speed was extremely slow.

But he didn't use it. His handwriting was taught by Prince Jing, and it was exactly the same as his. Even the best appraiser could not verify the authenticity.

But he couldn't help but loathe it so much.

It is easier to ask him to lie in wait for three days to kill people than to ask him to copy books for three hours.

One day and one night passed, Duan Yue couldn't stand it any longer, the nib of his pen fell to the ground, his hands trembled, and he passed away. Huang Shu turned into a villain with red lips and white teeth, and landed on his shoulder, stomping his little snow-white feet to beat his back.

"Dad, take a break, there are only ten volumes left, don't worry."

Duan Yue was dizzy and stared at the stars, his voice fluttered: "How long has it been?"

"It's been half an hour, and Wang Dian is still sleeping."

"It's getting late, let's go out."

As soon as Duan Yuefu appeared, the soles of his feet shook, his eyes darkened, and he fell down.

Prince Jing happened to step through the door.

His eyes narrowed, he stepped forward quickly, and quickly reached out to catch Duan Yue's fallen body.

The tentacles are cold, and even the bones can be felt clearly.

too skinny.

he thinks.

Looking at Duan Yue for a while, he saw that his eyes were frail and black, his lips were paler than when he left in the morning, and his whole body was as weak as a thin paper, and he would fly away when the wind blows.

The little dark guard is an unremarkable piece of ancient jade.

If you don't keep it well, if you accidentally lose it, it will be broken.

Prince Jing picked him up, walked to the couch, and put him down gently.

"Wang Dian."

The little eunuch who was sleepy was startled suddenly, before his mind cleared up, he threw himself over and knelt down, nodded and bowed with a smile: "Please tell me!"

Prince Jing glanced at him: "Go pass on the imperial physician."

When Wang Dian heard this, he felt sad.

No one in the palace knew that His Royal Highness was not favored, and he couldn't invite him at all.

"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? You see, this servant has a little understanding of medicine..."

Prince Jing didn't speak.

Both fell silent.

The little guard on the couch probably suffered from a stomachache, unconsciously turned over and curled up, his brows furrowed tightly, and his arched back showed that he was already in unbearable pain.

Prince Jing heaved a sigh of relief.

He walked to the dusty bookshelf and tapped lightly on an inconspicuous scroll.

The dark grid is opened.

Wang Dian opened his eyes wide.

He was ordered to monitor His Highness the Fourth Highness for so many days, and he never knew that there was such a mystery in the Leng Palace.

Prince Jing took out a dusty token from the secret compartment.

Putting it on the palm of my hand and rubbing it for a while, it seems to be hesitating, but also seems to be thinking.

For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Wang Dian had a hunch that the token must not be a vulgar thing, otherwise His Royal Highness would not have hidden it so deeply.

He held his breath, and saw the handsome young man walking towards him unhurriedly, and put the token in his palm.

"Go to Tai Hospital, show this thing, and someone will come with you."

Wang Dian stared at the clearly visible Tenglong pattern on the token, couldn't help swallowing, respectfully, held the token in his palm, and trotted out the door.

The military order bestowed on the Song family by the first emperor!A treasure that can summon three thousand Yunsong cavalry!

His Majesty has been looking for it for so long, thinking that it was lost with the demise of the Yunsong iron cavalry, but he did not expect it to be in the hands of the Fourth Highness!

How could Wang Dian not be moved by this, if he handed over this thing to His Majesty, he would be promoted and rich, wouldn't it be easy for him to grab it!

By then, even his godfather...

Wang Dian's excited smile suddenly disappeared, and he frowned at the palm token.

Originally going to the imperial study, he retracted his steps, stood there for a long time, and honestly went to the imperial hospital.

The Forbidden Army hidden in the dark saw his movements clearly, turned back to the Leng Palace, and went to report to Prince Jing.

Prince Jing was still sitting on the couch, staring at the unconscious little dark guard expressionlessly, he only nodded slightly when he heard the words, and didn't say much.

The imperial army hesitated for a moment: "Your Highness, Wang Dian is really cunning, you keep him by your side, and my subordinates are worried..."

"There is nothing to worry about, even the jackal, holding the heart, is just a prey to be slaughtered."

The imperial guards were solemn and did not dare to say any more.

Prince Jing turned to look at him: "Duan Twelve has any changes today?"

The imperial guards didn't know why he wanted to monitor a hidden guard for no reason, but they didn't dare to ask further questions, they just respectfully said: "Duan Twelve went to the Pharmacy Bureau this morning after serving the Ninth Prince in school, there is nothing unusual about it."

Prince Jing nodded: "Continue to monitor, and report immediately if there is any abnormality."

"Yes!"

After the imperial army took the order, they left immediately.

Prince Jing leaned down to look at the dry lips of the little dark guard, hesitantly stroked them twice with his fingertips, and after a while, got up to pour a glass of water.

A cold voice sounded behind him: "Duan Chuchu, what are you monitoring Little Twelfth Brother for?"