Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"Duan Sixteen, are you drunk?"

Duan Yue was silent.

The wind blew away the fine snow, which fell on the corners of the young man's eyes and brows, clear and clean.

He took off Prince Jing's mask, leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

Loving and cherishing for no reason.

Prince Jing sighed, "Duan Sixteen, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Duan Yue's breath was hot, filled with the mellow smell of wine, and his thin lips gently rubbed back and forth on the tip of Prince Jing's nose and the corners of his eyes, kissing him intimately and cherishingly.

Prince Jing glanced at the guard in front of the door, thought for a while, held his face and stroked it: "Let's go back to the house first."

"No." Duan Yue refused without thinking, his eyes turned cold, and he picked up his shirt: "Lord dog, don't try to hurt me again."

"I won't harm you." Prince Jing could only stand up, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek: "The wind is too strong, I'm a little cold."

Duan Yue hugged him into his arms, untied the outer winter shirt to wrap around his upper body, hugged him tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, it won't be cold anymore."

The little dark guard who was drunk was especially stubborn.

The last time Duan Yue was drunk was in Prince Jing's mansion, he hugged and kissed him all night without moving.

Prince Jing's lips and cheeks were swollen the next day.

Later, he never dared to let Duan Yue drink again.

Prince Jing's head hurts when he thought of that scene.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the little guard: "It's still cold."

Duan Yue got angry, frowned and asked, "Where do you get so much trouble, are you delicate?"

Prince Jing didn't say a word, and kissed his chin: "Sixteen, I'm sleepy."

Duan Yue snorted coldly, Da Heng picked him up, walked into the room, closed the doors and windows, put him on the couch, wrapped him tightly with a quilt: "Are you ready, is it still cold?"

Prince Jing shrunk his head, stared at him and said, "En."

Duan Yue pinched his waist and scolded him solemnly: "Squeamish! What else do you want!"

Prince Jing's peachy eyes flashed: "I want to be hugged by Shiliu."

But I don't know which nerve this sentence touched Duan Yue, and suddenly he was furious, and rushed to strangle him: "Young Lord Dog, you still want to harm me! Despicable villain! You can't use me again, I will kill you!" ,I am going to kill you!"

Prince Jing turned over, locked his hands under his body, and kissed his lips.

Duan Yue's eyes widened, and he looked directly at him angrily: "Oh!"

Prince Jing didn't kiss deeply, but only touched his lips, and said in a low voice, "Sixteen, you're drunk."

"Bullshit!"

Prince Jing asked him, "Then who am I?"

Duan Yue said without hesitation, "You are the dog prince."

"anything else."

"Dog master."

The sober Duan Yue would never reveal his identity.

Only drunk can be confused.

Prince Jing smiled lowly, his peach blossom eyes outlined an elegant and cool style.

"Do you hate me?"

"I hate you!"

"In that case, why are you still kissing me?"

Duan Yue was stunned for a moment, his expression confused, and after a while he said: "I didn't kiss you."

I have completely forgotten what I did before.

Prince Jing smiled.

But soon, he frowned lightly again, stroked the corners of Xiao Anwei's eyes, his eyes were sad: "Why don't you hate me?"

Even a trivial revenge would make him feel better.

Duan Yue opened his eyes and looked at him for a moment. Suddenly, he held his face and said seriously: "Master, don't be sad, this subordinate will accompany you."

Prince Jing thought, don't be so nice to me.

The softer it is, the more painful it is.

"Master, don't cry." Duan Yue hugged his head, coaxing him softly while hiccupping, "This subordinate will take care of everything, master don't have to be afraid of anything, go to sleep obediently."

Prince Jing sighed and kissed the tip of his nose: "Okay."

The two hugged each other and lay on the couch.

Not long after, Duan Yue started snoring.

Prince Jing wanted to get up and make him a hangover soup, but the little dark guard's arms locked him tightly like iron hoops, and he couldn't break free, so he could only give up and lie down again.

Duan Yue turned over and hugged him tightly, muttering something in his mouth.

Prince Jing leaned closer to his ear and heard him crying.

Don't get too far away from me.

I will not kill you.

don't run.

Prince Jing's heart trembled, and he buried himself in his arms, his voice choked with sobs.

"Don't go, Sixteen, I will never abandon you again."

In the space, the little yellow book scratched at the progress bar, his eyes widened in surprise.

Heartbeat value reached 90.

Duan Yue slept until the early morning of the next day.

He was naked and had nothing on.

Look to the side.

Prince Jing was also naked.

Nesting on his arm, leaning against his arms, with one hand still on his chest, quietly closing his eyes, sleeping intimately and dependently.

Ignoring that face, the snow-white and smooth skin, the slender and well-proportioned body, the unexplained red marks on the chest and back, and the undefended soft posture, it can almost drive people crazy.

Duan Yue stared and swallowed.

It's over, I don't remember anything.

He wouldn't have been drunk last night to get Prince Jing dealt with.

Otherwise, what are those suspicious pinch marks? They are clearly doing that kind of thing...

What's more, if Prince Jing's slender arms and legs are really used, how could he be able to resist him.

Just at this time, Little Yellow Book popped up and said, "Dad, you were so amazing last night! You made Prince Jing cry, so sad! Now the heart rate is already 90! "

sharp?Cried?don't want?

Duan Yue's eyes were blank, and his mind was filled with the pitiful appearance of Prince Jing being crushed under him frantically and crying, crying desperately, don't stop.

It’s over.

How could he do this, Lord Dog has not grown up yet!

He, his beast!

Duan Yue looked at the young man next to him guiltily, feeling entangled in regret.

"Duan Chuchu, I was wrong."

"sorry."

"Don't worry, I will be responsible for you."

So in the morning, as soon as King Jing opened his eyes, he saw a bright and golden smiling face: "Chuchu, good morning, did you sleep well last night? I cooked egg noodles, do you want to have a bite?" How about not washing up first? Come and let me help you get dressed and reach out... be good."

Prince Jing was put on his clothes with a dazed expression, sitting on the couch unable to react.

Seeing that he still wanted to hug himself to wash his face, he quickly retreated into the couch, grabbed the quilt tightly: "You..."

Duan Yue's eyes were gentle: "What's the matter?"

Prince Jing asked hesitantly, "Are you still drunk?"

"How is it possible." Duan Yue lifted him up with a smile, and said seriously: "Duan Chuchu, don't worry, I am a man with principles. Although I don't like you very much, since I did that to you, I will I will definitely be responsible to the end.”

King Jing:? ?

Duan Yue carried him to the table and sat down, wrung out the towel, and gently wiped his burned cheeks.

Warm water touches the wound, causing severe pain.

Prince Jing trembled in pain, his eyes couldn't help but glisten.

Duan Yue thought he was sad because he remembered what happened last night, and felt more guilty.

After washing, he half-knelt down to be at eye level with Prince Jing, held up his finger and kissed lightly, "Your Highness, when I return to Chang'an, I will ask His Majesty to marry you, okay?"

Prince Jing paused, and stroked his dog's head.

"Duan Sixteen, go back and lie down, I'll make you hangover soup."

Duan Yue is serious: "I'm not drunk, I mean it."

Prince Jing blinked his peach blossom eyes and smiled.

"But the emperor will not agree."

"Then I won't tell him." Duan Yue whispered, "Sneakily marry you."

Prince Jing smiled.

A ray of winter sun refracted in through the window and fell into his peach blossom eyes, shining a bit brightly.

Duan Yue stared blankly, reluctant to blink.

But after a while, he put away his smile and shook his head coldly, "Stop messing around, Sixteen."

Duan Yue's heart stabbed: "I didn't make trouble."

Prince Jing only thought that he was making fun of himself as usual, and his chest became more and more out of breath, so he turned his face to the side and closed his eyes: "It's up to you."

Duan Yue immediately squinted and smiled, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pecked on the tip of his nose: "Good boy."

He picked up the bowl with great interest, and patiently fed King Jing a mouthful of noodles.

Unfortunately, the more he laughed, the more uncomfortable Prince Jing became.

I don't even have a good appetite, I haven't finished half of it, and I look sick.

Duan Yue snorted and poured the remaining bowl and a half of noodles into his stomach, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and sighed:

"Book, dog king..."

He paused before he finished speaking.

No, you can't shout like that.

Prince Jing is already his little lady.

Duan Yue was a little shy: "Why is Chu Bao unhappy? Is it still hurting? Do you think I should offer to help him with medicine, but this is the first time I experience this kind of thing, I should be very embarrassed, in case he What should I do if I become angry from embarrassment, alas, it is really difficult to be a good husband."

Little Yellow Book: "..."

Its host must be crazy.

Duan Yue was still chattering, saying "Chu Bao is good", "Chu Bao is good", "Chu Bao is beautiful", completely forgetting all the sins he suffered in his previous life.

It would be fine if he really took advantage of Prince Jing.

But he didn't do anything at all.

It was only in the middle of the night that he vomited and played drunk, and his clothes were all dirty before he was taken off.But Prince Jing had to coax him while cleaning up, and was tossed so hard that he couldn't close his eyes all night. In the end, they were so tired that the two fell asleep naked.

As for the pinch mark on his body, it was only left by Duan Yue holding him and nibbling desperately.

As a result, the host's father now thinks that he is responsible for fucking the person, so no matter how he thinks about it, he is at a loss.

Xiao Huangshu hesitated whether to tell him this fact.

But before it was too late, a guard hurriedly sent a message saying that Heishui County and Shanhai County were suddenly attacked and besieged by the Beiyi army. The situation was urgent, and the eldest prince called the two of them to discuss the battle.

Duan Yue didn't care about talking to Xiao Huangshu, and went with Prince Jing.

A lot of soldiers had already gathered in the study room, arguing fiercely.

Seeing Duan Yue come in, someone immediately snorted coldly: "I have long said that the secret guard camp is plotting to commit crimes, but His Highness still doesn't believe it. If Duan Fei hadn't colluded with the enemy this time and poisoned the soldiers of the two cities, how could it be so easy for Heishui Shanhai County? Attacked!"

Duan Yue was at a loss.

Collaboration?Poison?Duan Fei?

He understood every word, but why couldn't he understand them together.

Didn't the commander say to move rescuers?How did he become a poisoner?

Who was he framed by?Qin Mochuan?Or Lin Huan?

Duan Yue was short of breath: "Impossible, the commander would not do this, where is he, I'm going to save him..."

Someone said angrily: "Help? You still have the face to say this, so many soldiers were killed by him! I think you are also in collusion with him!"

Duan Yue suddenly raised his head, his expression was dark and murderous, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes: "Shut up! If you dare to insult the commander again, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

There was a commotion in the study.

"You still dare to kill!"

"Little dark guard, the sky is upside down."

"Arrest him!"

"Silence!" Duan Yunjue slapped the table, his face was dignified, and he glanced at Duan Yue indifferently: "Okay, the matter of crimes will be discussed after the war, and the immediate war will be settled first."

Talking about the sand table: "The dragons in the two counties have no leader, and they are retreating steadily. If this continues, the city will be destroyed in a short time. The most important thing now is to lead troops to rescue. Who wants to call for battle?"

Prince Jing glanced at Duan Yue who was in a daze beside him, and squeezed his palm.

"Brother, let me go."