Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

With Prince Jing as a cub, it's no wonder Dongchang would let him in.

Duan Yue carried the child on his back, went back to the palace first, and greeted the sixth prince.

The sixth prince was very surprised when he saw the half-ball face protruding from his shoulder: "Sixteen, this child..."

Duan Yue opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The one I picked up on the road looks very similar to His Highness the Fourth Highness?"

It's not just the image, it's clearly a person.

"What's up with him."

Duan Yue glanced sideways, and found that Prince Jing was asleep on his shoulder, his face was red, his fleshy bun was fisted against his mouth, and his mouth was drooling.

"Maybe he's tired." Duan Yue said, "The servant sent him to the government. Your Highness, can you do it alone?"

The sixth prince didn't pierce, turned around and took out two pieces of milk cake from the snack box, wrapped them in oiled paper, stuffed them into a small purse, and hung them around Prince Jing's neck.

"When he wakes up, remember to say hello, you can go."

Duan Yue nodded, stepped a little, and swept out of the palace wall in twos and threes.

On the way, I ran into the Ninth Prince head-on.

The Ninth Prince was being carried by Duan Twelve, and was grunting vigorously while holding the milk bottle.

Duan Yue blinked, looked at Prince Jing who was in a deep sleep, and suddenly had a bad idea.

"His Royal Highness." He jumped down from the palace wall.

The Ninth Prince was startled, the milk stuck in his throat, and he hiccupped with staring eyes.

Duan Twelve hugged him into his arms, put his inner strength in his palm, and stroked his small chest.

"Sixteen, don't scare Your Highness."

Duan Yue apologized, and then said: "Your Highness Nine, I want to make a deal with you, I want the milk jug in your hand."

The Ninth Prince was afraid of him, his face was pale, and he burrowed into Twelve's arms, not daring to look at him.

Duan Yue took the bag and kissed it and burned it, handed it over, and waved it in front of his eyes: "Your Highness, this slave doesn't take it for nothing, I use this as an exchange."

The Ninth Prince's eyes brightened slightly, and he wanted to pick it up, but his little hands shrank back.

"Twelve..." He wept softly and asked his hidden guard for help.

Duan Twelve took it for him, and exchanged the milk jug for Duan Yue, noticing the milk dumpling hanging on his body, and looked curiously.

"Who is this child? Why haven't I heard that His Royal Highness has a younger brother?"

"I picked it up at the gate of the palace, orphan."

Without blushing, Duan Yue picked up the milk pot, turned around and left.

"No...no, orphan."

After a while, an indistinct soft and waxy milk voice came from my ear.

Duan Yue lowered his head, and saw that Prince Jing was rubbing his eyes, his head was tilted up in a daze, his body was swaying from side to side, and his hair was curled up to the sky.

If Prince Jing in his previous life knew that he had such a stupid side, he might kill him to silence him.

"sixteen......"

Before he could speak, Duan Yue quickly stuffed the nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

Prince Jing let out a "huh", and his mouth was full of honey and frankincense.

"Hold it yourself." Duan Yue ordered.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to circle it, and looked down at the milk pot in a daze, unable to react for a while.

"...I, I don't drink." After a while, his cheeks flushed and he spat out the pacifier.

"The child's health is not good, and he needs to drink milk to survive." Duan Yue seriously lied to him, "Your Highness doesn't want to die, does he?"

Prince Jing was pampered when he was young, and he never suffered from any serious illness, so he didn't know there was such a theory, so he looked at him half-believingly: "Really, really?"

He was still spitting milk froth while talking, and was dumbfounded and silly.

Duan Yue laughed wildly in his heart, with a serious face: "Well, if you don't believe me, look at His Highness Ninth Prince, does he hold the milk pot all day long?"

Prince Jing frowned slightly, "Okay, okay."

Xiao Huangshu giggled non-stop in his arms: "Daddy, you are so bad."

Duan Yue raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

Dongchang is located on the right side of Xuanwumen, close to the imperial palace, and the two of them arrived within a short walk.

Duan Yue took out the token: "Duan Sixteen of the Dark Guard Camp, please see the governor."

The two Dongchang fans originally wanted to drive him out, but when they heard the name "Duan Shiliu", they hesitated again.

"Wait, I'll pass it on."

Duan Yue stood beside the stone lion, pinched Prince Jing's soft waist, and sat him on top of the lion's head.

Fanzi, who was on patrol nearby, all glanced over.

Prince Jing shook his short legs and blushed, "Let me go down."

"No." Duan Yue smiled at him, "My hands are sore, you sit by yourself."

Prince Jing pursed his lips, drooped his head, and remained silent again.

Duan Yue saw that his cheeks were bulging while holding the milk jug, so he leaned over and asked, "Is it good, Your Highness."

Prince Jing's round eyes stared at him for a while, then held the pacifier and handed it to him: "You, taste."

Duan Yue thought to himself, I don't want to drink.

Jing Wang has a serious obsession with cleanliness. If he knew that the pacifier was bitten by his good brother, he might be beaten to death.

After waiting for a while, the informant came out, changed his rude attitude, and saluted respectfully: "My lord, please."

Duan Yue picked up Prince Jing and walked into Dongchang.

He had been here twice in his previous life, both times on behalf of Prince Jing.

Si Chengxue was severely suppressed by King Jing in the past few years, and there was no possibility of turning over. Duan Yue was also a cellmate with him for a while.

After his death, Si Chengxue probably wouldn't live long if there were no accidents.

The hall is still the same as the previous life, with various bloody instruments of torture and human bones hanging.

From what he said, Dongchang is very dark, and hanging these things can ward off evil spirits.

God damn it to ward off evil spirits, it's good not to recruit sneakiness.

Someone was being executed in public in the yard.

Poor Si Lin was stripped of his shirt and beaten into a bloody man.

Duan Yue covered Prince Jing's eyes and walked into the living room without squinting.

Si Chengxue curled her lips: "Why are you free..."

In the middle of speaking, seeing the small ball of milk in his arms, the voice paused: "Duan Chuchu?"

Duan Yue shook the chicken cub: "Factory Superintendent, the Fourth Highness is not so young, this is an orphan picked up by the slaves from the street."

Not orphans.

Prince Jing pursed his lips, looked at him again, but said nothing, and hugged his arm tightly to prevent himself from falling.

Si Chengxue frowned, then quickly recovered her expression: "It's dazzling, it really looks like it."

"Your servant also thinks it is." After finishing speaking, the voice changed: "Where did your lord hide Zhu Chan?"

Si Chengxue didn't expect him to be so straightforward. She took a sip of her tea, and after a while, she pursed her lips: "Who is Zhu Chan?"

"The factory supervisor thinks that Zhuang Guifei is a good ally." Duan Yue didn't answer the question.

Of course not.

Not to mention that His Majesty has already known about her dirty things, but if the Zhuang family is covering the sky with one hand in the court, His Majesty will never tolerate her continued existence.

But he didn't express his opinion: "My lord, the governor doesn't understand what you say."

"The factory governor entered the palace just to avenge the annihilation of the family. The slave's previous agreement with you still counts. Why should the factory governor seek skins from the tiger? If you want, the slave can give you the same."

Si Chengxue was playful: "How do you know what I want?"

Duan Yue sat down with Duan Chuchu in his arms, took out the brocade handkerchief, and helped him wipe off the foam from the corner of his mouth, while casually saying:

"You want power, you want people in the world to see the means of your descendants of the Si family, and you want to stop being bullied like you were when you were young."

He looked at Si Chengxue: "Factory Supervisor, am I right?"

Si Chengxue smiled sarcastically, but his gaze deepened a little.

"Master Duan, guessing at other people's thoughts at will will lead to disaster."

Prince Jing hiccupped, his tender little feet stepped on Duan Yue's thighs, and tiptoed around his neck, making it uncomfortable.

Duan Yue rubbed his lower abdomen for him, and said: "The slave caused trouble, and naturally there will be retribution for the slave, but I don't want to ask the factory supervisor to make a big mistake too."

"So you want to save Bendu." Si Chengxue got up and raised his chin: "Duan Shiliu, do you think Bendu should thank you?"

This posture is a bit ambiguous.

Before Duan Yue could speak, Prince Jing suddenly stretched out his hand in his arms, knocked off Si Chengxue's pig's hoof with a "click", and stood in front of Duan Yue, glaring at him fiercely: "Get out."

Duan Yue smiled unceremoniously, his eyebrows and eyes curled up.

Si Chengxue gave him a cold look: "Do you still want Zhu Chan?"

"..." Duan Yue got stuck and coughed lightly, "Factory Superintendent, I'm sorry, I'll discipline this kid when I go back."

Si Chengxue snorted coldly: "People who look like Duan Chuchu probably don't have any good things. Duan Shiliu, beware of raising wolves."

Duan Yue murmured in his heart, there is no need to raise it, the one in front of you is a wolf.

Si Chengxue was moved by some of his words, and agreed to form an alliance with him temporarily.

He led Duan Yue out of the palace, went to the villa, and brought him to see Zhu Chan.

"This person is a childhood sweetheart with Wu Zheng. He was born and died with him since he was a child. When Wu Zheng fell into despair due to illness in the past few years, Zhu Chan sold himself into the Chu Pavilion, and all the rewards he earned were used to seek medical treatment for him. Wu Zheng was the most beautiful in his life. The important person is none other than him."

"The reason why Zhuang Zhiyin was able to call Wu Zheng her servant was to use Zhu Chan as a threat. If you have anything to ask, you can ask here. People can't let you take it away, otherwise Zhuang Zhiyin won't Let you go."

Duan Yue glanced in through the crack of the door.

Zhu Chan was born with a beautiful appearance, and because of living in the dust all year round, her temperament was somewhat charming and charming.

He was locked in a small room, his face was pale, he touched a hosta in his hand, his eyes were full of longing and sorrow.

Another poor man trapped in love.

Duan Yue lowered his head and said to King Jing, "You wait for me here."

Some of the dark guard camp's methods of coercion were too lowly, and he didn't want Prince Jing to see it.

Who would have thought that this brat held his thigh tightly with both hands, not letting go.

"you want to go?"

Prince Jing opened his eyes wide and nodded.

"It's none of my business to be scared."

Prince Jing spat out bubbles: "No, I'm afraid."

Duan Yue didn't say much, and took his hand.

Si Chengxue opened the door and raised a slender finger: "A stick of incense."

"Thank you, Factory Superintendent."

Duan Yue walked in with someone in his arms, and the door closed behind him.

Zhu Chan put away the jade hairpin vigilantly when she saw a strange face, and smiled: "Please greet my lord, I have never met my lord, but Ah Zheng asked you to bring a message?"

Duan Yue didn't nod, didn't shake his head, just said: "Wu Zheng was beaten in the palace, his life is in danger."

Zhu Chan's complexion changed: "Could it be that my lord is lying to me?"

"Don't dare, this is a letter written by Tianshi, please read it." Duan Yue handed over a piece of paper.

Zhu Chan was dubious, and unfolded the letter paper.

A whiff of white powder floated out.

He immediately covered his mouth and nose, but it was too late.

The love medicine of the Dark Guard Camp will take effect even if it only touches the skin.

After a while, his face was flushed, and he fell heavily on the couch, rubbing his legs wildly, his eyes were full of lust, and his mouth couldn't stop shouting hot.

Prince Jing was startled, and looked up at Duan Yue.

Duan Yue let go of his hand, walked to the couch, leaned over and pressed Zhu Chan's half-exposed snowy shoulders, and called in a hoarse voice, "Ah Chan."

Zhu Chan's eyes were hot and she lost her mind: "Hot, Brother Ang, give it to me, give it to me..."

Duan Yue's hand caressed the delicate skin of his face and neck, and his words were seductive: "Achan, tell me, what happened to the Fujia Village tragedy ten years ago? Who taught Wu Zheng's alchemy skills?" , What is his purpose of entering the palace? What is his plan with Concubine Zhuang?"

"I..." Zhu Chan resisted, "I can't say, no, Brother Ang..."

"Good boy." Duan Yue's voice became softer, his eyes looked at him gently, and his fingertips twirled around the sensitive part of his waist: "Tell me, and I will set you free."

Zhu Chan moaned unbearably, restlessly begging for mercy in his palm, but still insisted on refusing to speak.

Seeing this, Duan Yue's eyes darkened slightly, and his fingertips went down further and deeper into his shirt...

Suddenly, the wrist was grabbed.

"No, Xu." A milk dumpling slowly climbed up and hugged his arm tightly, "Don't, touch him."

Duan Yue woke up startled, paused, turned his head and said coldly: "Release."

Prince Jing's peach-blossom eyes were tinged with coldness, he pulled his hand out forcefully, and sat down on his palm: "No."

Duan Yue slapped him and overturned him.

Prince Jing rolled around on the couch for a few times before stopping. He struggled to get up with short legs, staring at his eyes, dizzy for a long time before he woke up.

Duan Yue pulled him aside and tied him up with a rope.

He knew that Prince Jing was going to make a fuss, so he didn't bother to bring him in.

The Dark Guard Camp is the darkest and most despicable, and there are many methods that are much more disgusting than this.

Duan Yue has already chosen a very gentle one, but Prince Jing is still not clear about the irritation.

Duan Yue knew that in his previous life he hated his appearance so much, but he didn't expect that it would be the same if he lost his memory in this life.

"You said you wanted to come." He pinched Prince Jing's chubby face and sneered, "Then let you see how disgusting the dark guard is. Keep your eyes open and don't regret it."

After that, he went to continue to extract a confession.

In the previous life, Prince Jing didn't know about it, and the number of times he did this is unknown.

Lord Dog is so naive, he really thought that the task was so easy to complete, and how many successful assassinations were made by the people of their dark guards in exchange for their innocence.

But when his subordinates were brutally tortured to death on the couch by the target, all they got in return was the cold word "trash" from Prince Jing.

From now on, Duan Yue will take on such tasks in person.

Once King Jing caught the rape on the spot, his face was livid with anger, and he was thrown into the ice pool to soak overnight, and he never touched him again.

Duan Yue will never forget that disgusted expression in his bones.

The more you practice, the more skills you will have, and you will even know where the most sensitive part of a man is.

He is gentle and handsome, and he intends to seduce people. No one can withstand such an offensive.

After a while, Zhu Chan couldn't stand the torture anymore, panted in his arms, and explained everything intermittently.

Prince Jing gritted his teeth, staring at his movements, his eyes were red from the heat.

Duan Yue fed Zhu Chan the antidote pill, knocked him out, and laid him down before coming over to untie Prince Jing's knot.

Prince Jing grabbed his wrist, bit him hard, threw him down like a mad wolf cub, and asked angrily, "Why, do you want to do this!"