Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

You just died, and your whole family died.

Duan Yue said with a blank expression, "I've disappointed you, the servant is doing fine."

Prince Jing's brows furrowed even deeper.

How dare Duan Yue talk to him like this, isn't he dumb?

The appearance is also too green.

"Where is this place?"

Duan Yue wanted to scold him if he was out of his mind, but he endured it, but he still didn't scold him: "Lenggong."

Prince Jing closed his eyes, remained silent for a while, and then let out a long breath.

Everything in that nightmare turned out to be more than just a dream.

He actually came back.

His little secret guard was still not dumb, and was still loyally guarding his side, with the unique vigor of a young man.

At this time, he should not have been given a name yet.

Prince Jing's heart moved slightly, and he called him hoarsely: "Come here."

Duan Yue frowned, not knowing what the hell he was doing, he leaned forward against his irritability: "What's the matter?"

Prince Jing only attributed his impatience to the young man's youthful vigor and did not take it to heart.

"Duan Sixteen...is that right?"

Duan Yue nodded.

Prince Jing stared at his handsome and docile face, and remembered the image of the little dark guard standing up in front of him in the dream, resisting his fear and blocking the knife for him.

After killing him, it was indeed less fun.

Prince Jing thought to himself, if the little dark guard could be more obedient in this life, he could consider not killing him and raising him for the rest of his life.

He hooked his lips, stretched out his hand to caress the still young face of the little dark guard, his fingertips were cold, hiding ambiguous feelings.

Duan Yue was used to being touched by him before, and he didn't find anything abnormal, only felt uncomfortable, so he leaned back slightly and avoided it.

King Jing understood his shyness, and said calmly: "My lord... Your Highness, I am thirsty, go get a glass of water."

Your mother doesn't have long legs?

Duan Yue glanced at him up and down in disgust, seeing that he was a sick patient, he didn't say anything after all.

The cold palace utensils are rough, and there is only cold water in the teapot.The rough porcelain cup is missing a corner, and there are still tea stains on the rim of the cup, which looks unappetizing.

It is estimated that Prince Jing stole it from some corner.

Duan Yue thought that he didn't drink it by himself anyway, so he didn't bother to clean it up for him, so he just poured water and handed it to him.

King Jing took it and frowned: "You just give this king... Your Highness, drink this kind of thing?"

It would be nice to give you a drink, why are there so many shits.

Do you still think of yourself as a little peacock who is aloof and favored by others?

Duan Yue said with a cold face, "Only this."

Prince Jing lowered his eyes, staring at the dirt on the rim of the coarse porcelain cup, his throat was already on fire, and he was so dry that he coughed up blood even when speaking, and urgently needed a sip of water to moisturize.

But he struggled in his heart for a long time, and in the end his heart became ruthless, and he threw the teacup on the ground viciously.

"Stop drinking!"

Duan Yue: "..."

ill.

What kind of anger at me, who told you not to be favored.

Forget it if you don’t drink it. If you are thirsty and you fall down, it’s not that I begged you to drink it.

Duan Yue let out a sound in his heart, took out the towel, bent down to pick up the pieces one by one, wrapped them up, and threw them out of the window.

"Lord..." ytt

He paused, remembering that this person is not his master yet.Changed his words: "His Royal Highness, it's getting late, the servant should go back."

King Jing was so thirsty that his Adam's apple rolled down, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Where are you going?"

"Dark Guard Camp."

Otherwise, where are you going, to your house?Was Prince Jing so stupid before? Why didn't he find out.

"No, His Highness doesn't allow it, you have to stay here."

Prince Jing looked indifferent, taking it for granted: "You are the dog raised by His Highness, if you don't stay by His Highness's side obediently, where else do you want to go?"

"..."

Duan Yue couldn't bear it anymore, he had such a good temper this morning, he didn't kill anyone until now.

"Your Royal Highness, I have something to say, and I want to say it."

Prince Jing thought that he was asking Rao to admit his mistake, so his expression softened: "Tell me."

"Come here with your ears."

Prince Jing was somewhat displeased with his orders.

But thinking of the fact that the little dark guard had blocked the knife for him many times, and it was not easy to be resurrected, he forgave him.

Enduring the pain and struggling to prop up his body, he obediently stretched his head over.

Duan Yue sneered in his heart, slapped him hard on the face, and said every word: "Get out, you, mother!"

A word of cursing out of the mouth, the following will be much smoother:

"Duan Chuchu, who are you? I don't even look at my own virtues. It's good if I am willing to serve you. I'm picky and picky, and I don't think I'm a treasure. Let me tell you, I will bear you. It's been long enough, if you fucking dare to order again and again, I'll see if I don't beat you to a cripple!"

Prince Jing stared straight, his face full of disbelief.

With a cold face, Duan Yue patted his pretty face: "Recover well, and I'll see you again at night."

After speaking, he walked out of the cold palace refreshed and refreshed, even his injuries didn't hurt so much, and he even went to the Dark Guard Camp to receive the mission.

Duan Si was surprised: "Your Majesty favors you, so happy?"

If I was favored, then I should cry.

Duan Yue shook his head, didn't answer the conversation, and lay down on the beam, motioning him to keep his voice down.

The task the two took was to monitor Concubine Zhuang Gui.

Concubine Zhuang lives in the side hall of Kunning Palace.

Kunning Palace, that is where the Empress lives, and Concubine Zhuang is only one step away from ascending to the top and dominating the harem.

It's a pity that the Holy One didn't like it.

She will never pass this step.

The door of the palace opened, and a dozen or so gorgeously dressed maids filed in. It was Zhuang Zhiyin who waited for the charming woman on the couch to get up.

"Lingchuan."

She called softly, her voice was like a delicate bird.

A veiled woman in the corner responded and came forward to hold her hand: "Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty said that he will come over today?"

"The prince didn't say anything."

Zhuang Zhiyin frowned, and said unhappily: "Could it be that I'm with that little guard again? It's been a few days, no matter how fresh it is, I should be tired of it. It was Duan Fei before, and Duan Shiliu came again. If things go on like this, When will His Majesty remember me?"

Lingchuan remained silent, and stroked the three thousand black hair of her soft shawl.

"The governor also refuses to come, it's really boring to stay in the harem."

As Zhuang Zhiyin said, he rubbed against her palm, hugged her slender waist, and looked up at her affectionately: "Will you accompany me tonight?"

Lingchuan nodded, saying yes.

Liang Shang Duan Yue blinked, thinking that this should be the big palace lady Duan Qi mentioned who had an affair with Concubine Zhuang.

Concubine Zhuang was domineering and domineering outside, but in front of this court lady, she was quite cute and docile.

He and Duan Si looked at each other, took out the wooden box, and flew down.

"Who!?"

Ling Chuan felt cold from the corner of his eye, and the soft sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and charged at him with a murderous aura.

Duan Yue didn't move, pinched his fingertips, and the long sword suddenly shattered.

He stood there with a stern face, silent, like a sharp sword that would never break.

"Sixteen Xuanwei."

Lingchuan was slightly startled, and immediately knelt down: "Your slave is offended."

Zhuang Zhiyin snorted: "So what about Xuanwei, he is still a slave. Lingchuan, get up, I will see who dares to touch you."

Duan Sixteen didn't say much, and bowed to offer the wooden box: "It's a gift from Your Majesty to the noble concubine."

Zhuang Zhiyin's eyes lit up: "What is it, quickly bring it over to Bengong to have a look."

As soon as she opened the box, she saw the gorgeous and delicate golden hairpin inside, her expression changed suddenly.

"Where did you come from!"

Duan Yue's expression was indifferent: "The things found from the assassin. Your majesty ordered the servants to remind the noble concubine that the personal things should be kept safe, and don't give them away at will."

"Assassin? What nonsense are you talking about! When will Ben Gong..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, she suddenly understood what was going on, she looked at Ling Chuan with embarrassment.

Lingchuan shook his head, signaling her not to say much.

The emperor was clearly warning her.

The assassin doesn't matter, what matters is that the emperor probably knows all about her messy things.

Zhuang Zhiyin trembled, his pretty face turned pale, and immediately sent someone to call his son to discuss it.

Duan Yue glanced at her and left indifferently.

When he came back, Duan Si slapped his arm: "Little Sixteen, why are you so indifferent to beauties, Concubine Zhuang Gui is the number one beauty in the capital."

Duan Yue stared at his flowery face: "I'm not indifferent to you."

Duan Si didn't react, and kept saying that Duan Yue was puzzled.

The two watched until the evening, Duan Yue saw that the time was almost up, and asked Duan Si to continue guarding here, and slipped away first.

"where to?"

Duan Yue took two buns and went to see if his poor and incompetent master starved to death.