Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Concubine Zhuang Gui winked at the people below, and a eunuch trotted down to summon them.

Emperor Zhongcheng laughed: "What is it that makes Concubine Ai so mysterious?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, you will know later."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone saw a young sorcerer in a gray robe and Taoist uniform walking up the corridor. It was Wu Zheng who was captured by Jin Yiwei not long ago.

"Tianshi?" Emperor Zhongcheng glanced at Prince Jing with a deep expression on his face, "I remember that the fourth son said that Tianshi was involved in an old case and had already arrested him. Why is he still here?"

Prince Jing stepped forward and cupped his hands: "This morning, Jin Yiwei came to report that the imperial concubine and empress broke into the imperial prison privately and forcibly brought her out, but my ministers had no time to stop them."

"Zhiyin, you are really messing around, obstructing Jin Yiwei's handling of the case, this is a serious crime."

"Your Majesty forgive me, the matter is urgent, and the concubine is really a last resort."

"Oh?"

Concubine Zhuang looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. The Celestial Master has already developed the secret recipe of the longevity pill. Who would have thought that, just as the pill was melting, he would be arrested by the Fourth Highness under an excuse. The concubines are also worried about delaying your majesty's plan for longevity." , I made such a bad move, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Emperor Zhong Cheng's eyes brightened slightly: "Rongdan? The surprise Aifei mentioned, could it be that..."

Wu Zheng smiled: "That's right, this longevity pill has been condensed and formed, please take a look at it, Your Majesty."

He carefully took out an exquisite jasper pot from the tray, Wang Lin quickly took it with both hands, and lightly presented it to Emperor Zhongcheng.

Duan Yue narrowed his eyes.

"Shushu, is this longevity pill real?"

"It's fake." Xiao Huangshu turned into a villain and jumped onto his shoulder. "It's just ordinary sugar pills, with some psychotropic drugs added... Well, Dad can understand it as Hanshisan."

Duan Yue nodded.

He had heard of this stuff before, most of it was a consumable product for the children of nobles, it would become addictive if taken for a long time, and eventually died suddenly.

In the past few years, Chang'an City has been prosperous in taking cold food powder, supplies are in short supply, and the presence of this product is indispensable for banquets and gatherings of big families.

"Concubine Zhuang Gui is so courageous, she dared to deceive the old emperor even in such a matter."

"Of course, she even dared to have an affair under Emperor Zhongcheng's nose. What is a mere longevity pill? Dad, come on and do the task. After conquering Prince Jing, Shushu can also give dad a longevity pill."

Duan Yue didn't care: "I don't want longevity, this life is enough for me to live, and besides, I might as well die instead of attacking Prince Jing's dog."

Xiao Huangshu nodded seriously: "Father is right, we only need to do the task, and don't get emotional with the dog prince."

As soon as it finished speaking, it noticed a gaze falling on itself.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Prince Jing beside him was staring at it with downcast eyes, his peach blossom eyes were cold.

Little Huang Shu was so frightened that he jumped three feet high and screamed: "Ah! Dad!"

Prince Jing indifferently withdrew his gaze.

Duan Yue caught it without knowing why: "What's wrong?"

"The dog king... no, Jing, King Jing!"

Duan Yue looked at the people around him suspiciously.

The young man was dressed in moon white, with black hair and shawls. He sat quietly in the banquet without any movement.

"What happened to Prince Jing?"

"He saw Shushu QAQ!"

Duan Yue smiled, not believing: "How is it possible."

"Really, really! Dad believes in books!"

Seeing the little yellow book blushing with anxiety, Duan Yue held it in his palm and handed it to King Jing.

Prince Jing looked up at him: "What."

"Your Highness, what do I have in my palm?"

Prince Jing glanced at his white and tender palm, and the little elf wearing a little bellyband on it, his expression remained unchanged: "There is nothing."

Duan Yue saw that his eyes froze for a moment, but he was a little suspicious: "Didn't you lie to me?"

Prince Jing looked at his face, thought for a while, then raised his fingertips, avoiding the villain, and placed them in his palm.

Duan Yue blinked: "What do you mean?"

Prince Jing looked into his eyes, and replied to his last question: "You have me in your palm."

Duan Yue was startled.

Immediately, he quickly withdrew his hand and cursed coldly: "Get out of here."

His Highness Ninth blinked, got into Duan Twelve's arms, and tugged at his sleeves.

Duan Twelve bowed his head: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

His Highness Nine blinked his big black and white eyes, and asked crisply: "Twelve, what is a rolling calf, can it be eaten?"

Section twelve: "..."

Can Duan Shiliu not always spoil His Ninth Highness?

Little did he know that Duan Shiliu himself was cursing at the moment, and he put his palm on the hem of his clothes and wiped it vigorously for a long time, feeling extremely sick.

Although he repeatedly said that Prince Jing couldn't see, Xiao Huangshu was still frightened, and didn't dare to come out again, and had already returned to his arms to be honest.

Seeing that his face was gloomy with anger, Prince Jing took a piece of milk cake from the jade plate and handed it over: "I was wrong, I won't touch you in the future."

Duan Yue glanced at him coldly: "Get out, don't talk to me, I feel like vomiting when I see you."

Prince Jing didn't care, instead he talked about Concubine Zhuang Gui: "I thought she would take this opportunity to use you as a medicine to lure you and kill you, but she didn't say anything."

"We hold Wu Zheng's criminal evidence in our hands. How dare she tear her face directly. It would be nice to be able to exonerate Wu Zheng."

"That's all? But I always feel that it's more than that simple."

Duan Yue glanced at the jade bottle in the old emperor's hand, and lowered his voice: "The elixir is fake, Zhuang Zhiyin wants to poison the old emperor, and use this medicine to control him."

Prince Jing's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at the ecstatic Emperor Zhong Cheng.

"It would be nice if he died."

Duan Yue raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and snorted coldly: "Anyway, it's your father, he is really wolf-hearted, and you are not afraid of retribution."

Prince Jing didn't speak.

His retribution has long since come, right beside him.

The old emperor got the longevity pill, he took Wu Zheng away from ear to ear, and did not pursue the matter of Zhuang Guifei's private release.

Prince Jing followed up and reported to him the old case in Fujia Village that he had found out from Zhu Chan.

Seduced by Duan Yue, Zhu Chan almost explained everything, including how Wu Zheng tricked and kidnapped a villager to death with fake medicine.

It's just that the old emperor didn't care at all, and casually said, "The heavenly master has worked hard and made great achievements, so the past will not be pursued", and he wrote off the hundreds of innocent lives.

In his heart, so many human lives are not as important as his great cause of longevity.

Seeing that he returned without success, Duan Yue laughed sarcastically: "You just say that, of course the old emperor won't believe it, don't you know what kind of virtue you royal people are, only when it threatens your own interests, he will be taken seriously.”

Prince Jing looked at him in the blink of an eye: "Do you have a solution?"

"Tonight, wait for me at the gate of the palace."

Duan Yue only said this, and left with the sixth prince.

The Seventh Prince is fond of writing and ink, and during the banquet, someone offered to make friends with him through poetry, and the loser would be punished with three cups.

The sixth prince was also dragged to participate.

He is a modern person, he has memorized countless ancient poems and songs, and he has never made a fool of himself if he picks out any of them at random.

Duan Yue saw that he was easy to read, and couldn't help sighing: "Your Highness is very talented."

The sixth prince beckoned him to come over, and whispered: "Actually, I didn't make it, I just saw it in a dream, and I don't know how to write poems."

Duan Yue looked at him in surprise.

The two of them stuck very close, and the appearance of whispering in whispers, in the eyes of others, it was full of intimacy.

Prince Jing watched from a distance for a while, then stood up suddenly, and walked in front of the third prince who was idly knocking on his wine glass.

"Third brother."

Duan Yunchen's eyes widened, and he looked up at him: "What is your name, Your Highness?"

Duan Chuchu was arrogant and arrogant. Relying on his status as the eldest son of the empress, he never paid attention to anyone since he was a child, and never called his brother.

"Third Brother." Prince Jing repeated, and then said: "If you have nothing to do, why not play with my younger brother."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his hand and dragged it into the pavilion poetry club without any explanation.

The third prince was in a hurry: "Duan Chuchu! Presumptuous, let me go! I don't know how to do Shizishi!"

The third prince is notoriously illiterate.

Everyone turned their heads, with doubts in their eyes.

The Seventh Prince hesitated and said, "Fourth Brother, you are..."

Prince Jing's expression was indifferent: "Third Brother said he also wants to play."

The third prince stared angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, when will my Highness..."

"Third Brother, don't be shy. Didn't you say you wanted to write a poem for Duan Shiliu? Did you go back on your word?"

"Duan ten..." The third prince was taken aback, and turned to look at Duan Yue.

Coincidentally, when Duan Yue looked over, his eyes were as clear as water, his slender and thick eyelashes curled slightly, and he wanted to sweep the small brush over the tip of his heart, making it tickle.

"Ah, ah, yes..." He was confused, and nodded dizzily: "I said it, I said it..."

Duan Yue euphemistically reminded: "Your Highness, this is poetry, not archery." Can you do it?

Before the third prince could speak louder, Prince Jing said for him: "The third brother has a brilliant literary talent, no problem."

Duan Yue looked at him speechlessly.

The dog prince is going crazy, if he continues, he will be beaten by the third prince again later.

The third prince is good at martial arts, and he is quite popular in the aristocratic family. When he heard that he wanted to compose poems, many people rushed forward, vying to grind and lay paper for him.

Prince Jing easily pushed Duan Yunchen, who was in a state of confusion, into a group of aristocratic families, turned around and withdrew from the crowd, strolling towards Duan Yue's side like a leisurely stroll, inserting himself between him and the sixth prince very naturally, holding him with one hand sleeves, one hand around the waist.

A series of movements were done in one go, without sloppiness at all, as if he was supposed to be standing here.

Duan Yue was shocked, how could someone be so shameless and cheat his brother without hesitation.

The sixth prince shook his head, seeing him forcefully squeezed in, he took the initiative to step back and said, "Sixteen, take care of fourth brother, I'll go over there first."

If Duan Yunchen really lost face in public, he would have to chase and kill Prince Jing with a knife.

The person in the way also left, so Prince Jing let go of Duan Yue's hand, turned his head and looked outside the pavilion, pretending nothing happened.

Duan Yue squinted at him: "Which dog just said that he would never touch me again?"

Prince Jing looked back at him, and changed the subject very naturally: "I saw Zhuang Zhiyin leaving, I don't know what he wanted to do, Sixteen, would you like to follow me to see?"