Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

A person who is determined to usurp the throne, his buttocks are not yet warmed up on the dragon chair, and he will return to his original shape as time goes back.

People who want to die with all their heart, have nothing to worry about but choose to be reborn.

That's pretty much what the impermanence of the world says.

As soon as Duan Yue woke up on the couch, he found that he had returned to five years ago, the winter of the 27th year of Zhongcheng, when all the evil fate had not yet begun.

He remembered it very clearly, because this year was called the year of the beginning of disaster by the historian.

The crown prince has not yet been established, and the four sons are vying for the throne, and the court is fiercely contested.

Emperor Zhongcheng was old and dizzy, and his brain was twitching. He listened to the slanderous slander of a beauty and treacherous person, and suppressed his family, the Song family.

King Jing's biological mother, the virtuous and virtuous Empress Yaochu, was abolished from the throne and thrown into the cold palace because of her adultery and negotiating peace.

The grandfather, the respected and respected old general Song, was framed by traitors, could not bear the humiliation, and hung himself on the top of the beam.

My uncle, the commander-in-chief of the 20 army in Mobei, was cut off from food and grass, trapped in Yancheng, and starved to death.

The Song family was loyal and powerful, and all the families were copied and killed. The only one left, King Miao Jing, had doubts about his veins, and he was no longer destined to be the crown prince.

Once the little prince who had been pampered and pampered since childhood fell into the clouds, the arrogance of the arrogance turned into a demon, and fell into a miserable situation where even a dog could jump up and bite him. As a result, his temperament changed drastically, and the longer he grew, the more perverted he became.

At that time, King Jing didn't know Duan Yue yet.

But Duan Yue was ordered to monitor him, and knew him so well that even the hairs on his buttocks were clear.

He watched Prince Jing change from a conceited and arrogant little peacock to a mad dog who could bite off the eunuch's throat for a bite of food.

In this year, God withdrew all his pity and favor from him, sent him to purgatory, and tasted all the sufferings in the world.

Also in the same year, he met Princess Jing in the dark cage.His salvation, the only one who does not discriminate against him because of his background.

He and Princess Jing became childhood sweethearts.

Young and frivolous, with young and turbulent love, it seems that even the tormenting life in the cold palace has become insignificant.

Duan Yue hides in the dark, like a voyeur, madly infatuated with his pair of peach blossom eyes that are gentle and watery when he looks at Princess Jing.

The following year, the Sixteen Xuanwei chose the master.

He was obsessed with ghosts, refused to listen to advice, and went to Prince Jing's command alone and bravely, became his sword, lived and died for him, and shed his blood for his emperor's road.

Later, Jian was abducted by his master to the couch, contaminated with love, fell into the abyss, and never recovered.

But the cold-hearted and heartless master is still unstained, standing on the edge of the sky in his free time, watching everyone being pushed off the cliff by him, playing and applauding.

Looking back on my previous life, it was like a big dream that had come to nothing, and after waking up there was nothing but ridiculousness.

Now Duan Yue just wants to slap himself twice, to tell that idiot to wake up.A wolf-hearted slut like Prince Jing is really not worth following.

Fortunately, he has been reborn.

In this life, if he works hard for this kind of bastard again, he will be told to squat in a hole without paper, walk on shit, and be struck by lightning to die!

Before coming here, Duan Yue had been in the Dark Guard Camp for several days, but he didn't know whether Prince Jing had been reborn with his memory, so he planned to visit him.

This stall happened to be the time when King Jing was framed by Concubine Zhuang Guifei for stealing the golden hairpin, and was thrown into prison by the indiscriminate old emperor for interrogation.

Duan Yue knew that he didn't remember anything when he saw how wronged and resentful this little boy was.

Otherwise, it would be Concubine Zhuang Guifei herself who was beaten to cry here.

Now that Prince Jing is in decline, he might be able to take the opportunity to get rid of this person next year.

Duan Yue turned his mind around a few times, his eyes lowered slightly, and then fell back on King Jing.

The youthful body was broken before it was fully developed. There were two big holes on the slender shoulder bones, bloodstains and burns all over the pale skin.

This kind of cruel torture is not much different from what Duan Yue suffered in previous years.

The old emperor had really lost his mind these years, and he allowed the concubines in the harem to persecute the dragon veins like this, and it would not be a loss if he was poisoned to death.

He held Prince Jing in his arms with one hand, and with the compassion of master and servant, used his internal strength to heal his wounds and stop the bleeding.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, why did the prince spoil himself like this?"

As he spoke, he picked the blood stains off his neck with his fingertips, "Your conscience is fed to the dog, and now the cleanliness is also fed to the dog?"

Prince Jing suddenly tightened his face.

In his not long or short year of life, he has suffered countless blindfolds and countless humiliations, but none of them is like the boy in black clothes, with the most beautiful face on his face and the most stinging words.

Treat him like a plaything.

As far as the cold gaze was concerned, it was like a raging fire was lit on his naked body.

It was so hot that he was ashamed and ashamed.

His lips trembled, and with all his strength, he fell from his arms.

Even if you fall to the ground and get covered in mud, you don't need this person's handouts!

Duan Yue sneered in his heart.

As soon as Prince Jing pouted, he knew what this man was going to fart.

It's nothing more than feeling that my humble dignity has been trampled on.

They are all prisoners who are going to die, and they don't care about face and self-esteem.

He didn't want this man to get what he wanted, so he picked up Prince Jing like a chicken, and slapped the wall hard with a "slap": "What are you hiding, I told you to move?"

Prince Jing screamed, the pain was so painful that his bones were about to fall apart, but he was so annoyed that he couldn't take care of his breath, and yelled at him, "Presumptuous!"

"You haven't seen me when I was presumptuous."

Duan Yue suddenly grabbed his slender neck, leaned forward, stared at his beautiful peach eyes, his brows were full of frost and snow: "I advise you to be quiet, my lord, while I still have some patience with you."

Prince Jing's chest rose and fell violently, and he clenched his fists in humiliation.

Knowing that he was no match, he struggled a few times and finally calmed down.

"Father sent you here, what exactly are you doing?"

Duan Yue was too lazy to respond.

The old emperor didn't ask him to come here at all, it was his own initiative.

But if he loses his head, he won't say it.

"Your Majesty told you to be obedient and admit your mistakes obediently." He opened his mouth and talked nonsense.

Prince Jing was angry again: "I haven't touched the hairpin! What's wrong?"

Duan Yue thought in his heart that I haven't made a mistake yet, so I was killed by you too.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as that person doesn't believe you, whatever you do will be wrong in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes, took out the wound medicine hidden in his purse, grabbed his hands, and roughly tore off his shirt.

"Stop!" King Jing leaned back in shock, quickly shielding his chest, his eyes full of vigilance: "What are you doing!"

Anyway, don't do you.

Cut a piece of chicken for nothing, just protect your fart.

Duan Yue was cold, raised the ointment in his hand: "Apply the medicine."

"No need!" Prince Jing opened his hand, gripped the skirt of his clothes tightly, and turned his head indifferently.

"Oh, whether you like it or not."

When someone wants to serve you, bah.

Duan Yue stood up, threw the ointment at his feet, and left without hesitation.

Prince Jing was startled, then sullen: "Stop!"

Duan Yue looked back at him.

He proudly raised his dirty face: "Tell father, I did not take the golden hairpin. It was Concubine Zhuang who gave it to someone privately and I caught it and framed me. I am innocent."

The brat is so fucking innocent.

Duan Yue looked down at him condescendingly: "Do you think His Majesty will believe this statement?"

"The golden hairpin is in the hands of the concubine, just go find it..."

"Looking for it? Who's looking for it? Did you send someone to look for it?"

Prince Jing's pupils shrank.

Only then did he remember that now that he has no power, who would listen to him?It is absolutely impossible for the father to dispatch the forbidden army for him, and the rest of the people will not come to help him a waste.

He gritted his teeth and fell silent, his eyes clouded.

Duan Yue glanced at him, turned and left.

"How do you plan to tell Father?" A young man's hoarse and desperate voice came from behind.

Duan Yue didn't reply.

Tell me, who told him that he happened to have a bit of a grudge against Concubine Zhuang Gui.

It's cheaper for King Jing.