Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"What are you, why should I help you?" Duan Yue scolded rudely.

In fact, Prince Jing didn't want him to do it, it's just that he was so confused right now, he subconsciously wanted to find a reason to tie him by his side, so that he wouldn't suddenly fly away like in his previous life.

He even forgot that he was injured, grabbed Duan Yue's fingers tightly, and looked him in the eyes: "Duan Shiliu, I need you."

Duan Yue scratched his head irritably.

He knew that Prince Jing was saving himself, and he also knew that helping him was helping Duan Shishi, but he didn't want to make this dog man happy.

Little yellow book "ding dong": "A new task has been detected, [Help King Jing investigate the case] task completion rewards [-] points, the space is upgraded once, and there is a chance to drop kiss burns, daddy want to pick it up?"

Duan Yue's eyes lit up: "Go!"

He looked at Prince Jing in a blink of an eye, "I have conditions."

"Say."

"If I help you catch Wu Zheng, you are not allowed to pester me again in the future. When you see me, take a detour. If you have to meet, you are not allowed to talk to me, you are not allowed to touch me, and you are not allowed to call me by my name again."

"Why."

"Why, I hate you, I want to kill you when I see you, is that enough?"

Prince Jing lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Deal."

Duan Yue glanced at him.

When a pawn loses its value, you can really discard it without hesitation.

Fickle man.

He pulled Prince Jing out of his arms, threw it on the ground, patted his buttocks and got up: "Farewell."

After walking out for a while, he looked back at Duan Twelve who was still standing there in doubt: "Brother Twelve, do you have anything else to do?"

Duan Twelve looked at him, and then at the fourth Highness who was not angry at all, his expression was inexplicably gloomy.

When Little Sixteen was talking to His Highness the Fourth Highness, he couldn't get in the way at all.

They were obviously bickering and hostile, but they carried a different kind of intimacy, as if there was a natural barrier separating them from the surroundings.

When did these two become so familiar?

Duan Twelve buried his doubts in his heart, stood up and saluted: "Wu Zheng was seriously injured and was summoned to the palace by Concubine Zhuang. Your Highness Fourth can go to Fengyi Palace to find someone."

After finishing speaking, he left with Duan Yue.

"Your Highness, it's time for school." He said, "I'm going to pick up the Ninth Prince, how about you?"

"I'll go too. The Sixth Highness and the Third Highness are having trouble. I'm worried that something will happen."

After talking, the two went to Zi Shan Tang together.

Prince Jing looked at their backs from behind, his heart was like a wilderness, empty.

As in the previous life, he woke up from nightmares several times in the middle of the night and called Duan Shiliu's name, but no one answered.

He suddenly regretted coming to Jinyiwei.

If you are still in Zishantang, even if you can't talk to each other, you can always see this person every day.

He really wanted to ask Duan Yue if he still remembered those things from his previous life.

Unfortunately not.

Neither dare.

"Your Highness, Commander Jiang is here."

King Jing looked up and saw Wang Dian rushing with Jiang Feichen out of breath.

"Your Highness, where is the Sixteenth Congress?"

Don't like to see me, go away.

Prince Jing thought in his heart, his expression was cold: "Follow me to Fengyi Palace."

Jiang Feichen obviously sensed that His Royal Highness was not happy, so he probed as he walked: "The Sixteenth Master was rescued by someone else?"

Prince Jing thought of Zhao Jingyou, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and didn't answer.

Jiang Feichen's heart is really true, Duan Shiliu is in the palace, and his popularity is indeed good.

Seeing that his highness was covered in blood, and his palms were still wrapped in layers of gauze, he couldn't help asking: "Your highness, have you had a conflict with the sixteenth lord?"

Prince Jing gave him a cold look: "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Feichen smiled, thinking that his Highness is great, but in terms of love, he is really hopeless.

He didn't know that the young man in front of him, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, was old enough to be his father, and he foolishly treated him as an ignorant junior and advised him:

"Your Majesty the Sixteenth looks cold, but he is soft-tempered. If His Highness wants to get along with him, he should put down his attitude and please him."

He said the same reasoning in his mouth: "As the saying goes, one hundred steelmakers are also afraid of being soft in the fingers. Your highness is so good-looking and uniquely gentle. Are you afraid that the [-]th Congress will not like it?"

Prince Jing frowned.

He was obedient enough, and he didn't care about Duan Yue's repeated offenses.

What else do you want from him?

He also felt that Jiang Feichen's words were too far away from Meng Lang, so he said coldly: "A hidden guard, why should my highness please him? Get out."

Jiang Feichen touched his nose, coughed lightly and stepped back.

A group of people arrived at Fengyi Palace.

At first Concubine Zhuang's bodyguards stopped her from entering, but it was Xu Lin who took out the token of Jin Yiwei's case investigation and asked people to let them go.

Jiang Feichen didn't know the inside story, so he persuaded: "Your Highness, come to investigate the case? Concubine Zhuang has been in the limelight recently because of the introduction of a celestial master. Why should Your Highness meddle in the matter of longevity pills, and make her and His Majesty unhappy."

"Death sooner or later is the only way to die, why care about whether they are fast or not."

He only knew that he was unhappy and had to find someone to vent to.

With a sullen face, Prince Jing strode into the palace gate.

A dozen Jinyiwei lined up, with a murderous look, and forcibly escorted away Wu Zheng who was resting in the hall.

Zhuang Zhiyin gritted his teeth, so angry that his nails dug into his flesh.

"Duan Chuchu, you'd better save your life, I will let you know what life is better than death!"

Prince Jing didn't take it seriously.

There were as many people who wanted his life as Guo Jiang Zhiqing, none of them could kill him.

Thinking of something, he paused, took out the delicate bone flute hanging around his neck, his eyes darkened slightly.

Except - Duan Yue.

……

Zi Shan Tang just finished school.

Several highnesses walked down the steps.

Duan Yue and several hidden guards knelt at the foot of the steps, bowing their heads respectfully.

——Like a row of mothers who go to private schools to pick up their children.

The Ninth Prince ran fast, and rushed out first, and threw himself into Duan Twelve's arms, with tears in his eyes: "Twelve! You're hungry!"

Duan Twelve took out the snack box that he had prepared early in the morning, stuffed it into his arms, and picked him up: "Your Highness, Concubine Lian has prepared milk soup, and asked Your Highness to come back earlier."

The Ninth Prince happily showed his dimples and rubbed his cheeks: "Come back! Come back with Twelve!"

Duan Twelve glanced at Duan Yue.

The Ninth Prince followed his gaze, and the moment he touched Duan Yue's face, he immediately remembered the scene of him threatening himself with murderous intent that day.

The young little prince hiccupped on the spot in fright, immediately turned his face away, and shrank into Duan Twelve's arms in horror.

"Twelve, go, go!"

Duan Twelve hesitated, but still didn't say anything, and left with the little prince in his arms.

Duan Yue knelt on the spot and sighed.

I can't say I'm sad, but I'm a little bored. Why doesn't the little boy understand his kindness.

When he was sad, a pair of flamboyant white brocade boots tied with small silver blades appeared in front of his eyes, and Duan Yue raised his head.

The third prince had a dark mushroom cloud on his head, and he looked at him aggrievedly.

"Sixteen, you haven't come to teach His Royal Highness archery for several days."

Duan Yue tactfully: "Your Highness, the slave is the secret guard of His Highness Six."

The implication is that you can go wherever you like.

The third prince squatted in front of him, his eyes were red, and he was about to cry: "Do you not like me anymore? Do you like Duan Yunpei? What's so good about that sick guy? My Highness threw him into the water yesterday. You can't even resist, what do you like about him?"

Duan Yue twitched the corner of his mouth.

Feelings This uncle is not only not guilty of almost killing his brother, but also feels brave.

If he is really that kind of loyal dead soldier, he will have to fight desperately with the third prince.

"why do not you talk?"

The third prince pulled his sleeve and waved it back and forth: "Duan Shiliu, do you really want me? How can I be inferior to Duan Yunpei? Duan Shiliu, why don't you come back and be my highness's secret guard? My highness I don't want you to copy books anymore, I will let you sleep in the bed, and I won't compete with you for meals."

There were muffled laughs from both sides.

His brothers' ears were pointed and pointed, and all of them stood upright, and they couldn't hide their gossiping eyes.

Duan Yue said helplessly: "Your Highness, the servant is the secret guard bestowed on His Highness Sixth Highness, and the holy order is difficult."

"Sophistry!" The third prince shouted at him suddenly, his eyes turned red.

"You just don't like my Highness! I know! You have never wanted to follow me, otherwise, otherwise, with your ability, how could you not be able to..."

He clenched his fists tightly and stared at Duan Yue, hoping that he would refute himself.

Duan Yue didn't make a sound.

The third prince was right, he had nothing to refute, and he didn't feel that he owed anything.

When the two were in a stalemate, Duan Yunpei came over with a calm expression: "Sixteen, let's go, go back to the palace."

Duan Yue saluted the third prince, got up and went over.

Duan Yunpei stretched out his hand towards him.

Duan Yue was stunned for a moment, but he didn't hold his fingers, he just grabbed his sleeve and left.

The third prince stared at the backs of the two of them with a stern expression.

Duan Yunpei looked back, "Your life will not be peaceful in the future."

Duan Yue felt guilty: "Your Highness has been implicated, you don't have to worry, the slave will find a way to settle this matter."

He quickly let go of his hand and moved a foot away from Duan Yunpei.

Duan Yunpei was silent for a while: "I don't mean to blame you, and you don't have to avoid me like a snake, if you don't like it, I'll let you go."

Duan Yue motioned for him to look up, moved closer, and pressed in a low voice, "It's not Your Highness, it's Concubine Lin Gui."

The one sitting in the gazebo was indeed Concubine Lin, and the one talking with her arm in arm was Concubine Zhuang.

Seeing the familiar appearance of the two talking, it is completely different from the past, and it is clear that the relationship is very good.

Concubine Lin Gui has a calm temper, but Concubine Zhuang Gui is a flamboyant person and has always been at odds with her.

Duan Yunpei soon realized that something was wrong, sent away the guards around him, dragged Duan Yue to quietly avoid the guards, and squatted behind the gazebo tree.

Duan Yue blinked at him and said in a low voice, "Your Highness..."

Eavesdropping on your mother's corner, isn't it?

Duan Yunpei raised a finger and told him to keep quiet.

"There is something strange." He said with his lips.

Duan Yue blinked in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, Concubine Zhuang Gui complained: "Damn Duan Chuchu, I have to get involved in everything, when will I be able to complete the task if this continues!"

Concubine Lin took a sip of tea: "What's the hurry, he's the hero, how can he die so easily."

Duan Yunpei's pupils shrank, and his breathing became chaotic for a moment.

The guard was very alert and immediately noticed the abnormality.

Duan Yue quickly covered his mouth and nose, opened his eyes wide, and said silently: "Your Highness, calm down!"

Duan Yunpei couldn't calm down.

He never thought that Lin Guibin would also come here through time travel.

He once sincerely regarded her as his mother, but it turned out that in this woman's heart, he didn't matter at all.

Himself, Concubine Zhuang, Concubine Lin, and what else?Who else is a time traveler?

The bag of kisses that Duan Yue took out is also very suspicious, and he has already been worn through it?

Duan Yunpei looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were unconsciously sharp.

Duan Yue's heart immediately fell into a big trough, and he tried his best to maintain calm on his face, his eyes were just right to reveal a bit of bewilderment.

"Your Highness...?"

Duan Yunpei soon realized that he had lost his composure.

All of this has been out of the plot, he was flustered for a moment, and even Duan Yue was suspicious.

No, he is the protagonist and can never be replaced.

Duan Yunpei closed his eyes and calmed down.

Concubine Zhuang Guifei's voice continued to enter his ears one after another:

"It's Lang'er's birthday tomorrow, so we must take this opportunity to give him a good boost. It's best to kill him to see how arrogant he is, hmph."

Concubine Lin Gui was not interested: "Be careful, don't be caught by Zhao Jingyou. This woman is very smart. Once your identity is discovered, you will be obliterated."

"Of course I know." Zhuang Guifei sat for a while, then got up and left.

After walking two steps, he turned his eyebrows and looked back: "Oh, by the way, aren't you annoyed by your cheap son? Do you mind if I deal with him as well?"

Lin Guibin's eyebrows and eyes were cold: "Whatever you want, just a bitch."