Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

King Jing followed the voice and looked up.

The lights are bright, and there are many shadows.

He saw at a glance that the handsome young man in black was carrying a long sword, walking alone among the crowd of people who were drinking wine.

All the splendor in the world is not as dazzling as him.

Prince Jing froze on the spot, the boy's figure reflected in his peach blossom eyes.

Shan Yu Feiyan kept chattering in his ear, but he never got a response.

But Duan Yue was just a faint figure, which made him palpitate endlessly.

Prince Jing didn't know what happened to him.

Shanyu Feiyan has been ignored all this time, feeling a little annoyed, she shook his arm: "Chu Chu, why are you ignoring me? If you don't speak again, Yan'er will get angry!"

Not far away, the third prince had already caught up with Duan Yue, happily hugging him into his arms.

Prince Jing looked at the smile and helplessness that flashed across Duan Yue's face, his chest seemed to be clogged with cotton, and he felt sluggish.

He immediately brushed Shan Yu Feiyan's hand away and walked towards Duan Yue.

Shan Yu Feiyan was pushed away unexpectedly, let out a "hey" and watched him walk away.

"Chuchu! Why are you going!?"

Prince Jing didn't give her the slightest response.

Shanyu Feiyan pursed her lips in anger, and stomped her feet angrily.

Duan Yunrui had a panoramic view of this scene, his eyes sparkled, and he glanced at the little dark guard who was being entangled by his younger brother, and he smiled for no apparent reason.

......

Duan Yue was walking through the banquet looking for Prince Jing, when he turned around, he saw a figure running towards him.

He backed up a few steps and was about to dodge, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Prince Jing and a woman standing together arm in arm, and his body paused immediately.

With this hesitation, the third prince embraced him happily.

"Sixteen! Sixteen! Why did you come here, did you come to find His Highness?"

There are people all around, all staring at this place with curious eyes.

Duan Yue felt ashamed.

"Your Highness, you put the slave down first."

The third prince hugged his waist and raised it higher: "No, I didn't hug him last time!"

Duan Yue was forced to sit on his arm, and he lifted it above his head and circled around.

The newly arrived Ninth Prince's eyes lit up, and he tugged on Duan Twelve's sleeves excitedly: "Twelve, Twelve! Look! Zhou Zhou must hold high!"

Duan Twelve lifted him up, threw him into the air and caught him again.

The Ninth Prince giggled while clapping his hands: "Oh! Zhou Zhou is flying higher than Sixteen! Zhou Zhou is amazing!"

Several courtiers stood aside and teased him with a smile: "Your Highness Ninth Prince, this is not counted, you have to fly by yourself, that's what is considered powerful."

The Ninth Prince snapped his fingers: "But, but Zhou Zhou can't fly."

Duan Siwan, who was wearing a small Ru skirt beside her, had almond-like eyes and immediately laughed: "Zhouzhou is a salted fish! Useless wood! Look at Wanwan's power!"

She kicked off the servant twice left and right, grabbed the palace sash hanging from the lantern and climbed up the pillar, her little hands were extremely nimble.

The servants on the left and right were so anxious that they called the little ancestor and wanted to carry her down.

But she held on to the pillar and shouted at Duan Shiliu: "Brother Shiliu! Look, Wanwan is taller than you! Shiliu is a dwarf! Shiliu is not tall, and he needs to be hugged by Brother Three!"

Everyone was amused and laughed.

Si Lin raised his eyes and snorted coldly: "Showing up the crowd."

Duan Yue was stared at by countless eyes from all around, and he was so ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself immediately.

His face was flushed, and he was about to forcibly break free from the third prince.

Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out from the slanting stab, separating him from the third prince forcefully and unquestionably.

Duan Yue was stunned for a moment, the foreground suddenly changed, and in an instant his body fell into another person's arms.

"Third Brother, Sixteen should have said, don't hug him."

A cold and clear voice came from above his head.

When Duan Yue raised his eyes, he saw a sharp and beautiful jaw.

The complexion is as fair as fat, with sharp edges and corners, stern and perfect, neither feminine nor overly tough.

Like its owner, it exudes a seductive atmosphere everywhere.

While concentrating, the other party looked down.

He has a pair of affectionate and cold peach blossom eyes. When he focuses on people, his pupils are deep and quiet, which always makes the other party have the illusion of tenderness and love.

Even though he had been reborn, Duan Yue still saw Prince Jing in his previous life standing tall in front of the hall through him, watching him struggling to death indifferently.

"Duan Chuchu." Duan Yue said, his expression suddenly turned cold, "Who allows you to touch me?"

He was being held in the arms of Prince Jing.

Prince Jing looked down at him, "Sixteen."

Duan Yue didn't want to hear anything from him, so he said coldly, "Let go."

Prince Jing paused.

The chest seemed to be a little tighter than before.

Just one sentence from Duan Yue made his mood fluctuate.

He gently put down the little dark guard: "What are you doing here, are you looking for someone?"

He just saw him looking around, as if looking for someone.

He originally wanted to say: Whom are you looking for, I will help you find it.

But Duan Yue got it wrong and looked at him indifferently: "Does it have something to do with you?"

Prince Jing couldn't answer.

After a moment of silence, he said: "The banquet is about to begin, if Zhong Fuyuan and the others see you walking around, you must be criticized."

"It doesn't bother you anymore."

The third prince suddenly stepped in, took Duan Yue's arm, embraced his shoulders as if declaring his sovereignty, and raised his head and chest: "My Highness will protect him and take him to the table together."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Duan Yue, as if asking for credit: "Is that so, Sixteen? Are you here to find me?"

Unexpectedly, Duan Yue brushed his hand away this time: "Third Highness, you should go back first, the servant has something else to do."

The third prince didn't react: "You, what did you say?"

Duan Yue glanced at Prince Jing.

He didn't want others to know that he was here to find this person.

Although he wanted to block the knife, he neither wanted to be nagged by the third prince, nor did he want to see Prince Jing's face.

If he acted alone, it would be too conspicuous for him to enter and exit such palace banquets as a hidden guard.

Just as he was thinking of something, someone behind him suddenly said, "Sixteen, what are you looking for me for?"

This is......

Duan Yue was overjoyed, and immediately turned around: "Your Highness Sixth!"

Duan Yunpei was supported by Duan Sihuan, wearing a blue shirt and remaining independent.

He stretched out his hand towards Duan Yue: "Come."

Duan Yue bent his eyes, walked over without thinking, raised his hand to hold his little finger: "Your Highness, long time no see."

"I've been recuperating in the palace these days, which makes you worry."

Duan Yunpei explained, straightened his clothes that had been messed up by the third prince just now, with gentle eyes.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Duan Yue knew that he was helping him out of the siege, so he followed the words: "The servant got a prescription yesterday, it is said that it can strengthen the body, and I want to dedicate it to Your Highness."

Duan Sihuan took half a step back, sent Duan Yunpei to him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Shiliu really has a heart, after being separated for so long, he still misses his sixth brother."

When Prince Jing and the third prince heard this, their expressions changed somewhat.

Prince Jing was better, calm and self-possessed, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

The third prince overturned the jar of jealousy at once, and stared at Duan Yue with aggrieved and sad eyes: "Sixteen, you, how could you..."

Duan Yunpei didn't want to embarrass Duan Yue, so he pressed his lips and coughed at the right time, "My head hurts a bit, Sixteen, can I trouble you to help me go there to rest for a while."

He has always been a sick child, and his health is not very good. He has been sick for the past few days, and his face is as pale as if he would collapse when the wind blows. With this excuse, no one can object.

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother." Duan Yunpei saluted respectfully, "Excuse me."

The third prince and King Jing didn't speak, they could only watch Duan Yue help him to leave.

Duan Sihuan looked around among the few people, and suddenly smiled mysteriously.

Duan Shiliu, the little secret guard, is really loved by her brothers and sisters.

She also bowed and said goodbye, and went to look for Mrs. Tan to wait for the concubine to speak.

Duan Yunrui is accompanying Shan Yu Feiyan to identify people here.

All the concubines in the harem could talk and praised her like a hype.

Shan Yu Feiyan smiled all over her face.

But Duan Sihuan could tell at a glance that this woman was impatient, and she probably had a lot of sarcasm in her heart.

I think so, she is the only eldest princess in the Beiyi Palace, who holds great power and is obsessed with schemes, how could she look up to these concubines who only compete for favor.

Duan Sihuan was about to walk over when someone called her from behind.

"Ring ring."

Duan Sihuan looked back, a little surprised: "Ayou? Aren't you busy, why did you come here?"

Zhao Jingyou squinted at Shanyu Feiyan, and snorted coldly in disgust: "If you don't come again, this woman will play with the whole palace for applause."

Duan Sihuan chuckled, thinking that Zhao Jingyou had met his opponent this time.

"I'm going to pay my respects. Come on, let's meet that princess together. I will support you."

Zhao Jingyou's complexion got better now: "She wants to be a domineering figure in Chang'an, and it depends on whether we agree or not."

Duan Sihuan just laughed and didn't answer.

......

Duan Yue helped the sixth prince into the table, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside him.

"Can you sit here?"

"Ok?"

The sixth prince patted his head, and removed a dead branch from his hair.

"Didn't you come to look for the fourth brother? There is still some distance from him here. Do you want to move closer?"

Duan Yue's face was immediately stained with a bit of blush.

"Your Highness, how does Your Highness know?"

It's written all over your face.

Duan Yunpei didn't expose it, "I said nonsense, did you guess right?"

Duan Yue didn't know what to answer, hesitated for a while, took out a small kit from his bosom, and handed it to him.

"what?"

"The prescription can cure His Highness' illness."

Duan Yunpei was a little surprised: "I thought you were just talking."

Duan Yue scratched his head.

This is the reward he exchanged from the mall when Prince Jing's heartbeat value reached 40.

I have long wanted to hand it over to the sixth prince, but I have never found a suitable opportunity.

"Your Highness, you need to get better quickly. The slave is still waiting for the spring to take you to fly a kite."

He clearly remembered that not long after Prince Jing opened the mansion, the sixth prince died of illness.

At this point in time, it was only a few months before Prince Jing opened the mansion.

The sixth prince looked at him tenderly, remained silent for a long moment, and finally sighed: "Sixteen, if you are not sixteen, that would be great."

If Duan Yue wasn't Duan Yue, if he didn't have a destined partner, wouldn't he have a little chance?

Duan Yue didn't know what he meant, so he tilted his head: "Your Highness? Is there anything unhappy about you?"

The sixth prince shook his head and touched his face: "No, I am very happy to see you."

The two had a conversation, and the moon was in the sky.

Emperor Zhongcheng arrived and announced the opening of the banquet.

Seeing that Prince Jing was about to face him, the sixth prince took the initiative to say, "Fourth brother."

Prince Jing turned around.

I saw Duan Yue kneeling meekly beside the sixth prince, being held by him, with a soft and joyful expression that I had never seen before.