Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

The batch of weapons made by Zhao Jingyou are probably the Huomen guns that appeared in the original text.

It is said that the lethality is extremely strong, and a shell can penetrate a three-meter city wall.

In the plot, Zhao Jingyou dedicates this object to King Jing, doubling his military strength. Later, King Jing quickly established prestige in the army with the help of the Huomen Spear, providing a strong boost for the subsequent seizure of the heir.

The plot of this life was deviant, Zhao Jingyou didn't know why, the first person to tell was the second prince.

If Duan Yunrui really becomes stronger, then the situation between him and the sixth prince will probably be even more difficult.

Say anything to ruin the deal.

No matter how bad it is, just disturb the muddy water directly, so that no one can get any benefit.

Duan Yue was thinking about it alone.

He just went back to where he was staying, but he couldn't find the sixth prince no matter what.

The waiter in the inn gave him a letter and a bag of silver taels.

The letter said that the Ninth Prince was not feeling well, and the group went back to the palace to see the imperial physician first.

He also told him not to be in a hurry, to go shopping after shopping, and it would be fine to return to the palace later.

Duan Yue's expression was strange, and he squinted at Duan Chuchu who was spitting up milk and hiccupping.

Why does he think it was deliberately designed by this brat?

He slapped Prince Jing on the back.

King Jing's little short legs moved forward a few steps, but he couldn't stop, and he knelt down on the ground, and the dog gnawed the mud and kissed the ground directly.

"Did you say something to His Highness the Sixth?"

Prince Jing raised his ashen face and coughed several times: "No."

"Then why would His Highness leave me?"

"I don't know."

Duan Yue opened his eyes wide and stared at his eyes, wanting to see if he was lying.

Prince Jing's eyes flickered: "It hurts."

He has fine skin and tender flesh, and even the slightest bump will turn him into bruises and bruises.

Duan Yue squatted beside him, poking his waist with his fingers: "It hurts, won't you get up by yourself?"

Prince Jing pursed his lower lip, propped it up on his short, fat arms, and swayed to his feet.

He was too short, he stood up to be at the same level as Duan Yue who was squatting.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

One big and one small, all with ice faces.

Aside from appearance, that momentum is as if carved out of a mold.

Xiao Er was surprised, shook his head and went to work.

"Where are you going now?" Duan Yue asked.

He couldn't find the sixth prince, and he didn't have the money to make trouble.

"Where is Sixteen going?" Prince Jing replied.

"I'm asking you."

"I listen to sixteen."

Duan Yue was speechless, grabbed his waist and raised it up: "Aren't you going to buy those weapons?"

"If you don't buy it, I will give you sixteen silver coins."

As soon as Prince Jing finished speaking, the belt around his waist loosened, and the obscene pants fell off, revealing his round and tender buttocks and chubby legs.

The wind blew, and I shivered.

Duan Yue: "..."

Prince Jing: "..."

He froze for a moment, and immediately curled up his legs to block it, reached out to hug Duan Yue, buried his head in his arms, revealing two pointed red ears.

Duan Yue picked up his obscene pants.

The size is too big for Prince Jing today, and many knots have to be tied to put it on, so it looks loose and loose like a little beggar.

For King Jing, who is so clean and coquettish, wearing it for so long is really embarrassing for him.

Duan Yue threw it away directly, wrapped him in a coat, carried him out of the inn, and went into a tailor shop.

"Trouble, help this kid find a shirt."

Seeing his untidy clothes, the proprietress thought about it and took out some samples.

At this age, most of the milk babies from poor families are still wearing crotch pants.

The proprietress probably thought that they were poor and couldn't afford good clothes, so all they got were coarse cotton trousers with open crotch.

With just one glance, Prince Jing's face turned black into charcoal.

Duan Yue held back his laughter, picked and picked seriously, found a pair of red underpants embroidered with gold ingots, and made two gestures on him.

"Not bad, suitable."

Prince Jing kept his face cold and turned his head away, expressing that he would not wear it even if he died.

Duan Yue cursed in his heart that there are so many things, and said to the proprietress: "His skin is tender, find a dress with finer material, the style that those young masters in Chang'an often wear, um... don't open your crotch."

He handed over two ingots of silver, and said lightly, "Just take the clothes, don't worry about the money."

The proprietress smiled apologetically, and ordered the embroiderer to fetch some more clothes.

This time it is obviously more luxurious, the fabrics are soft satin, the embroidery is fine, and the tentacles are warm.

Prince Jing struggled a bit, not believing his eyes: "I choose."

Duan Yue shrugged, carried him over, put him in the pile of clothes, and saw him walking around with his hands behind his back, barefoot, picking.

She rolled her eyes: "Just wear it for one night, Duan Chuchu, what are you up to?"

Prince Jing ignored him, bent down to pick up a luxurious little red brocade robe, and tugged on Duan Yue's sleeve: "Yes, this."

The proprietress laughed: "Young master is really good at picking, this is the most fashionable style this year, it is said that even the nine princes in the palace are wearing it!"

Prince Jing froze immediately, threw his clothes away, turned back, and picked up an unremarkable Xuanyi riding outfit, with narrow sleeves and jade buttons, and a silver vest, which was very similar to the uniform of the Dark Guard on Duan Yue.

"Wear, wear."

He stood on tiptoe and hugged Duan Yue for a while.

Duan Yue pulled the man off and put him on.

The unexpected fit made the young King Jing look heroic, with red lips and white teeth, even a strong man would call it cute when he saw it.

The proprietress was full of praise: "The two sons walking together are really a pair of brothers made in heaven."

This sentence brightened Wang Taohua's eyes.

He grabbed Duan Yue's sleeve, his eyes sparkled, "Buy?"

Duan Yue waved his hand: "Buy!"

Not his money anyway.

When he came out of the clothes shop, the little goldfish's purse was empty, only two large bills left.

Prince Jing's clothes can be worth half a year's monthly payment of Duan Yue, what a luxury for a rich man.

Duan Yue sighed, and stuffed the little goldfish back into Prince Jing's arms.

Prince Jing sat on his arm, swayed his legs in a good mood, put his arms around his neck and asked, "Going back to the palace?"

Duan Yue thought for a while, but still didn't give up: "Secretly manufacturing and secretly hoarding arms violates the court's laws. Since we can't get them, we might as well pass them on to the government... Where are those weapons hidden?"

Prince Jing shook his head, "I don't know."

"Why do you ask three questions? Zhao Jingyou likes you so much, why didn't he tell you?"

"She doesn't like me."

"...Is this the point?"

Prince Jing paused: "She only talked to Duan Yunrui."

Duan Yue looked at him suspiciously: "You two haven't developed a bit? Don't you think Princess Jingyou is beautiful and gentle?"

Prince Jing rubbed against his shoulder: "Sixteen, more beautiful."

"Ding——congratulations, Dad, Prince Jing's heart rate is 20, and the additional reward is to burn ten bags with kisses, please continue to work hard, Dad!"

Duan Yue was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, she became angry from embarrassment, pulled Prince Jing out of his arms, put it under his armpit, and warned him not to move around.

At the foot of the imperial city, the eyeliners of the dark guard battalion are all over the place.

Duan Yue went to several vendors one after another, corrected the code a few times, not only successfully asked Zhao Jingyou's whereabouts, but was also given a candy figurine and a candied haws.

He doesn't like sweets, so he gave the things to Prince Jing.

Prince Jing's expression was indifferent: "Don't eat."

"If you don't eat, I will throw it out later, shhh, don't make noise."

The two lurked into the house and knocked out the guard on the beam. They happened to see Zhao Jingyou lift the shady curtain and unlock the box.

Fire door guns full of three big boxes.

Roughly estimated, there are sixty of them. This scale can be used to force the palace.

Zhao Jingyou looked proud and asked his subordinates to demonstrate how to use it.

With a bang, the shell instantly penetrated the wall and nailed into the tree trunk three feet away, with amazing power.

Duan Yunrui, who was as knowledgeable as Duan Yunrui, couldn't help showing a shocked expression.

Zhao Jingyou smiled: "Second Highness, this is just an unfinished product. I am under a lot of restrictions in the palace, so it is inconvenient to conduct experiments. If Second Highness is willing to cooperate with me, I promise to develop a more powerful one within three months." Even ten times the fire door gun! At that time, no matter who it is, it will never be your opponent!"

Duan Yunrui's eyes flashed: "How can I trust you?"

Zhao Jingyou flicked her long hair, and hooked her lips evilly: "I am a weak woman, how can I dare to deceive you? Does the Second Highness not have confidence in myself?"

Duan Yunrui narrowed his eyes, and after a long while, he said in a deep voice: "I will provide the site and silver, and after two months, I will see the finished product."

"It's easy to say, Your Highness, don't forget my reward."

The two happily reached an agreement, and Duan Yunrui ordered people to transport the weapons away, and brought them back to the palace with Zhao Jingyou.

The house suddenly fell silent.

Duan Yue turned his head back: "Tell me, if I tell His Majesty about this, will the Second Highness be finished?"

"No, Duan Yunrui was ordered to walk in the military department recently. He can say that this is a congratulatory gift that he intends to present to His Majesty. It's just that it hasn't been successfully developed, so he temporarily kept it secret. Besides, his relatives have a good prestige in the army now. Father will not do anything to him."

"makes sense."

Duan Yue didn't intend to harm His Highness the Second Highness, it would be better if he and King Jing could restrain each other, only in this way, His Highness Sixth could be his salty fish safely.

He took Prince Jing out.

With empty hands, Prince Jing lay on his back, crossed his legs, turned his head sideways, and focused on him.

Duan Yue suddenly remembered something, and looked sideways: "Where's the candied haws?"

Prince Jing didn't look sideways: "Throw it away."

Duan Yue stared at the child's shiny and sticky mouth: "Are you sure?"

Prince Jing: "I don't eat things that fool children."

The corner of Duan Yue's mouth twitched.

Can you pick the candy off your teeth before you speak?

He didn't expose it either, and gave an indifferent "Oh".

Prince Jing tilted his head, his peach-blossom eyes were cool, and he stared at the side of his face: "Do you want to eat?"

"I do not……"

Before he finished speaking, Prince Jing suddenly leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips.

Duan Yue licked his lips subconsciously.

A sweet taste on the tip of the tongue.

Prince Jing asked, "Is it delicious?"

Duan Yue's face turned dark immediately, and he slapped him on the butt: "Do you have the guts to try another kiss?"

Prince Jing turned his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep on his shoulder.

Duan Yue was so angry that he almost wanted to throw him to the ground.

When returning to the palace to return to his orders, the sixth prince looked at Prince Jing a few more times, feeling very worried.

"It hasn't changed back yet, tomorrow's birthday party..."

Duan Yue didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

The sixth prince shook his head: "Let this child rest with you tonight, and think of a way tomorrow to send him home."

Duan Yue was depressed and could only take Prince Jing back to his room.

Prince Jing was obsessed with cleanliness, and he didn't take a bath or sleep.

Duan Yue was about to fall asleep at night, but he woke him abruptly: "I want to take a bath."

"Master Mu, get out."

Duan Yue turned over and covered his head with the quilt.

Prince Jing got into his bed and kissed his neck: "Sixteen, I want to take a bath."

With a scream, Duan Yue sat up and kicked him into the corner: "What are you doing!"

Prince Jing sat on the ground with a disheveled face, pursing his lips and looking at him.

Duan Yue scratched his head irritably, got out of bed, found a box of bath beans, and threw him a large washbasin.

"There's no hot water, so pour cold water yourself, and if you bother me, I'll kill you!"

Prince Jing sat in the washbasin, shivering, took a cold shower, then climbed into bed, and got into the warm blanket of the little dark guard.

The little dark guard frowned, and wanted to kick him again.

Prince Jing pressed against his back and cried softly, "It's cold."

The little dark guard paused for a while, turned over, and hugged him into his arms.

At night, the effect of the medicine wore off, and Prince Jing returned to his original state.

The next day, when Duan Yue woke up, there was a naked boy in his arms.