Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Duan Yue was hung by the waist, and was forcibly carried to the shooting range, his legs fluttered and couldn't touch the ground.

"Duan Chuchu... I hate you, uncle, let me go! You are fucking shameless."

Prince Jing didn't look sideways, pretending he didn't hear.

Wang Lin came up to meet him, hesitantly said: "Your Highness, this is...?"

"He fetched the feathered arrow for me."

Each contestant is assigned a servant who specializes in taking arrows.

Su heard that His Highness Fourth Highness is as cold as ice and doesn't like people to get close to him. Since he wants to use his own people, there is nothing wrong with it.

Wang Lin nodded and presented the quiver.

Duan Yue was in a hurry: "Elder-in-law! I won't serve him."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, my lord, Fourth Highness is still kind, and His Majesty also agrees, so you can rest assured and follow along."

Prince Jing looked up at him.

Wang Lin didn't show his flaws, and bowed his waist and retreated: "Your Highness, please."

Prince Jing nodded and put Duan Yue down without saying anything.

Duan Yue raised his fist and wanted to beat him.

Prince Jing didn't dodge or dodge, and stood where he was.

His fist stopped right in front of that especially beautiful peach blossom.

"Do you think that I won't dare to hit you in front of so many people? If I punch you, your eyes will be crippled."

"You won't lay hands on me."

"Where did you get the confidence?" Duan Yue could hardly hold back his sarcastic smile.

Prince Jing remained silent, all kinds of past lives floated before his eyes.

Duan Yue stood in front of him again and again with blood dripping, the scene where Duan Yue tried to detoxify him, the peach blossom tree in front of the dark guard camp, the amulet in the box under the bed, and the birthday dagger that he couldn't bear to throw away.

Those past events that he never paid attention to were a miserable and painful life for the little dark guard.

"You won't." That's all he could say.

Duan Yue and him stared at each other for a moment, feeling ridiculous.

This person has really been reborn.

"You're right, I won't kill you."

Duan Yue suddenly loosened his clenched fist, his white knuckles slowly relaxed, his soft fingertips stroked the end of Prince Jing's eyes, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, his tone seemed to be sighing.

"How can I be willing to..."

Prince Jing was startled, his pupils moved down, staring at the corners of his lips.

On the high platform, the courtiers whispered.

Their angle is too far away. Those who have no inner strength only know that the two are standing stupidly on the shooting range, but they can't see the specific movements, so they all rush.

People with a little internal strength, seeing this scene of intimacy and alienation, only they know what they are thinking in their hearts.

Shan Yu Fei Ling turned her head sideways, and asked Shan Yu Fei Yan in a low voice: "Who are these two people?"

"It's not someone important."

Shan Yu Feiyan has been doing a lot of investigation these past few days, and knows that these two people are not a threat.Especially the fourth prince, who is incapable of being bullied, has nothing but a face.

But seeing that my uncle is interested, I still add:

"The tall one is the sixteenth Xuanwei, and the beautiful one is the fourth prince Duan Yunchu. How about it? Isn't it very suitable to be a son-in-law?"

Shanyu Feiling glanced at her with a smile: "Really, why does this king think the little dark guard is more beautiful?"

"So what, no matter how good-looking he is, he's just a lowly servant, not worthy of the noble status of this princess. Besides, he doesn't know how to seduce Duan Yunchu. It's nothing more than a thing that can be suppressed by thousands of people."

Shan Yu Feiyan was only contemptuous, but she didn't notice that the regent beside her showed a disgusted and cold look.

However, he quickly put away his strangeness, cupped his hands towards Emperor Zhong Cheng, and asked intentionally: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with Your Highness Fourth Highness, could it be that you are stage frightened?"

Wang Lin looked at Emperor Cheng's expressionless face, and said with a dry smile, "How could it be? Maybe there is something wrong with the bow and arrow. This servant will go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he ran down in a hurry: "Oh! What are you two doing! Let's start the competition quickly."

Duan Yue let out an "oh", obediently withdrew his hand, and showed him his palm: "Eunuch, it's a bug, it's hanging on His Highness's hair."

When Wang Lin took a look, it was really a disgusting green reptile.

"It's so strange, how can there be bugs in this cold winter." He muttered without any doubt, and cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, it's getting late, Your Majesty has to wait."

King Jing said yes.

Holding the quiver in his arms, Duan Yue fetched a feathered arrow for him in a dignified manner, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, don't lose."

He just said something with the mentality of watching a play.

Prince Jing raised his eyes to look at him, and nodded seriously.

Beside the Beiyi's servant also entered the shooting range, cast a glance at King Jing, with a haughty look on his face, and said something strangely in the Yi language.

Prince Jing turned his head and asked Duan Yue, "What did he say?"

"Don't you understand yourself?"

"I never learned."

"Oh." In the previous life, when King Jing went to the border to fight, he was accompanied by Zhao Jingyou, so he didn't know that King Jing could not speak barbarians.

"I thought you knew everything." Duan Yue said, then pointed to his face and laughed: "He praised me for being good-looking and wanted to marry me."

Prince Jing squinted his eyes, and when he glanced at the servant, his eyes couldn't help being a bit cold.

With the first arrow, King Jing hit the bull's-eye, while Beiyi Bannu missed a bit.

The other party looked a little angry, and glared at Prince Jing angrily, yelling.

Prince Jing looked at Duan Yue.

Duan Yue casually wiped the dust off the Feather Arrow, and handed it over: "He said, you're cheating, your martial arts are obviously not as good as his, so why do you want to occupy me, a beautiful servant?"

Then he raised his head and smiled: "It's better to let him."

Prince Jing's expression was extremely cold: "Wishful thinking!"

Immediately, Duan Yue drew the feather arrow from Duan Yue's hand neatly, and when the feather arrow was about to be released by the Beiyi companion slave, he bent his bow and set the arrow very quickly, and shot it out quickly.

There was a commotion on the high platform.

I saw Prince Jing's arrow coming violently, like carrying wind and rain, it directly split the feather arrow of Beiyi's companion slave in half, and rushed out with a "swoosh"!

"boom--"

In the middle of the red heart, the straw target was split open, shaking and falling apart.

The corner of Duan Yue's mouth twitched.

"Where are you shooting?"

That is the opponent's target.

Prince Jing pursed his lips and looked at him: "He insulted you."

Duan Yue wanted to roll his eyes, but held back.

Many people were stunned by the arrow, and their surprised eyes fell on Prince Jing.

Emperor Zhongcheng raised his eyebrows, and finally said with a smile: "What kind of temper does the fourth child have, I can't help it after being provoked."

Wang Lin responded, "Your Highness, Fourth Highness, hasn't shown any real kung fu yet."

Seeing the two of them singing together, Shan Yu Feiling smiled and remained silent.

Duan Yue saw that the little eunuch who was taking the reading was silent for a long time, so he raised his voice and asked, "Hey, how do you judge?"

The little eunuch was shocked and finally came back to his senses.

Just now, the arrow brushed his face, and the murderous coldness made him mistakenly think that he was already in the eighteenth level of hell.

"Pie, draw!"

Duan Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no dazzle."

Then he took out an arrow and said to King Jing, "Be serious, I don't want to be blamed by the old emperor because of you."

Prince Jing didn't take the arrow, but stretched out his hand to pull him behind him.

Duan Yue was confused: "What are you doing?"

"With you by my side, I can feel at ease and shoot more accurately."

"Put your mother's shit on." Duan Yue struggled a bit, wanting to back away.

Prince Jing's voice was a little lower: "Don't move, just for a while, please."

His voice was already bewitching, but when he lowered his voice, it became even more alluring, like a small hook, pulling people's hearts.

Duan Yue glanced at him: "Speak normally, don't seduce me."

Prince Jing: "You promise me first."

Speaking of getting closer.

The slender and thick eyelashes flicker like a small fan, and the hook makes one's heart tighten.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Duan Yue couldn't make a move on him, so he could only grit his teeth: "Understood! Let go!"

Knowing that he was not lying, Prince Jing let him go.

Duan Yue cursed and stood behind him.

Prince Jing and the Beiyi slaves took arrows almost at the same time.

At this moment, Shan Yu Feiyan on the high platform suddenly stood up.

Duan Sihuan beside him was surprised: "Princess? What's wrong?"

"The game." She hooked her lips and said, "It's started."

As soon as the words fell, everyone exclaimed.

"Fourth Highness! Be careful!"

I saw that Beiyi slave suddenly changed direction, and the feathered arrow was aimed straight at King Jing!

"Fuck, Duan Chuchu!"

Duan Yue's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously rushed forward.

Prince Jing quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed him, and rolled him sideways.

The little yellow book "ding dong" in my mind: "[Plan [-] of blocking the knife] has not been completed, and plan [-] will be implemented."

"What's plan two?"

"Papa will know in a minute."

Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, Prince Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he held his face tremblingly: "Are you injured?"

Duan Yue came back to his senses, subconsciously rubbed his hand: "No."

Before the two of them got up, a whistle screamed from the high platform.

Countless men in black rushed out from all directions, holding bows and crossbows.

The Northern Yi servant drew out his long sword, and rushed forward with a sneer: "Duan Shiliu, die!"

Duan Yue blinked.

Damn, it turns out that this person can speak Central Plains dialect.

Didn't he hear all the nonsense he said about King Jing?

The blade of the sword was close in front of him, and Duan Yue was about to raise his hand to block it.

Suddenly, there was a cramping pain in his abdomen, and his movements stopped for a moment.

Seeing that the heart was about to be pierced, Prince Jing suddenly pulled him behind him, and flew forward with his toes, and began to wrestle with him.

Duan Yue clutched his severe pain in his stomach, his face turned pale: "It's like this, I can't move anymore."

Little Yellow Book climbed on top of his head, lay down and fed him a pill.

"Qin Guiren conspired with Shan Yu Feiyan and poisoned the dinner. She originally wanted to fake a murder to pave the way for the second prince, but Shan Yu Feiyan did it for real and sent someone to do it. Kill all the members of the royal family."

Duan Yue wiped off his cold sweat, remembering that he drank a glass of wine: "So that's it, so I was poisoned."

"Not."

Xiao Huangshu said: "The wine that Dad drank tonight was replaced by Prince Jing, it's actually cold and free."

Um?No wonder he finds it tasteless.

"Then why am I still...?"

Little yellow book: "Dad just ate a broken chicken leg when he went to the kitchen to steal food in the middle of the night last night, and he just had diarrhea."

Duan Yue: "..."

Little Yellow Book: "Does Daddy want to take a shit now?"

He said again: "No way, you have to bear it, and wait until Prince Jing is fine. If Dad really can't bear it, there is still medicine in Shushu, which can make Dad hold back for a while. Do you want it?"

"..." Duan Yue blushed, "Okay, stop talking!"

He raised his head and looked around.

At this moment, Prince Jing was surrounded by those Beiyi slaves.

The dark guard battalion was protecting His Royal Highness, fighting with the man in black.

On the high platform, Emperor Zhongcheng attacked the most people, and there was a period of chaos, and the imperial guards on the periphery were beyond their reach, all supported by sporadic Dongchang and Jinyiwei.

Duan Yue narrowed his eyes, looking for a breakthrough.

The bows and crossbows in the hands of the men in black seemed to have been modified. The bows and arrows they shot were fast and numerous, pouring down like a torrential rain, and some of them were still carrying kerosene.

He suddenly thought of Zhao Jingyou. According to the plot, Zhao Jingyou was especially good at making weapons.

"Dad guessed right, these bows and crossbows were provided by Zhao Jingyou to Shanyu Feiling."

Duan Yue casually picked up a handful of feathered arrows from the ground, and shot them out fiercely as a concealed weapon, clearing a path and heading towards King Jing while fighting.

"I remember, Zhao Jingyou and Princess Beiyi are at odds, aren't they?"

"Shanyu Feiyan and Shanyu Feiling are not in the same group." Xiao Huangshu explained while motioning him to look at Prince Jing: "Father, hurry up, Prince Jing is going to be killed!"

Duan Yue followed the direction and took a closer look, and saw Liu Xin climbed to the high ground at some time, dressed in clothes, bowed and set arrows.

The direction... is facing Prince Jing's heart!

Duan Yue didn't have time, so he could only roar:

"Duan Chuchu!"