Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Spring comes and the willows are green, and the boats on the river bank swim leisurely.

The turmoil in the imperial city of the past few days finally calmed down, and the originally lonely city of Chang'an gradually became lively.

In a teahouse along the coast, there was a lot of voices, and the storyteller passionately described the fierce situation of the recent days on the stage.

"If you talk about Prince Jing, the chances of winning are in your hands. Who would have thought that at the critical moment when the army was besieging the palace, a sudden disaster would happen and he would be knocked unconscious by a tile! If nothing happened to him, there would be no room for the Second Prince's success." !"

The people below booed and shouted: "You can't say that! The Second Highness is also a generation capable of writing and martial arts, so why can't you compare with Prince Jing!"

"Although His Royal Highness is brave, Prince Jing is protected by the gods of the dynasty! There are the Song family's iron cavalry in front, and the Jinyi guards of the Dongchang imperial army in the back. Isn't it God's will to violate the will of the people!"

"You vulgar man, it's useless to talk to you! Now the second prince is a serious heir with the imperial decree to inherit the throne, and he will be enthroned soon, so what's the matter with you, Prince Jing!?"

The two factions argued fiercely and almost started a fight in the teahouse.

In a quiet corner.

A well-dressed young man wearing a black hat narrowed his eyes slightly, drank the tea in his cup, and was about to leave with his sword.

Suddenly, several big men dressed in Jianghu at the next table got up and blocked his way.

"My lord, stay for a while, my master invites you to go."

The boy narrowed his eyes, but he didn't resist.

Several people led him to turn left and right in the alley, and finally stopped at a long-abandoned house at the end.

"Here we are, the master is waiting for you inside." He glanced at his body again, searched out all the hidden weapons, and finally said: "Leave the sword."

The young man scoffed, took off the long sword and threw it over.

Although it is an abandoned house, but after entering the door, I realized that there is something strange here.

The outside is dilapidated, but the interior decoration is exquisite and luxurious, with carved beams and painted buildings, sandalwood soft Luo, fragrant and refreshing, not like a man's house.

The young man took off the black hat, and said calmly: "My lord, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't you even want to let Duan use a cup of tea?"

A pleasant chuckle came from the room separated by the painting screen.

A lazy young man in a black shirt walked out slowly, with loose skirts, half-naked shoulders and waist, long hair hanging loose, coquettish but not effeminate eyes.

It was Shanyu Feiling, the regent of Beiyi who had not heard from him for many days.

"Master Duan, long time no see, your temper has not changed either."

The well-dressed boy, that is, Duan Yue, pulled out the silver needle on his hair crown with his backhand, flashed to him in an instant, and the needle tip touched his fragile Adam's apple.

"Since you know it, don't let it go, where is Shan Yu Zichen now?"

"Master Duan asked other people when he came up, which really made me sad."

Shan Yu Feiling pursed her lips: "It's better for my lord to make me happy first, maybe I will tell my lord."

The tip of Duan Yue's finger pierced his skin mercilessly, and said sinisterly: "Okay, how happy is the prince?"

Blood spilled.

Shanyu Feiling frowned in pain.

He has an exquisite appearance, and his frown and frown are so soft that he is so cute and tender, and he is a little more affectionate than a woman.

"Master Duan is too ignorant." He took half a step back, caressed the wound on his neck complainingly, sat down and ordered someone to serve tea.

This is what compromise means.

He let Duan Yue come in alone, so he had no intention of being hostile. Both of them knew it well, but they were just used to probing.

Duan Yue suppressed his murderous aura, sat down and said calmly: "If the lord is less likely to tease Duan, Duan will not be like this."

Shanyu Feiling glanced at him displeasedly: "I have a special constitution, if you poke it with your silver needle, it will leave a scar."

"It's your own carelessness."

"In this way, Lord Duan doesn't intend to take responsibility for the stabbing wound by Lord Duan?"

Duan Yue recalled the rumors about him. It is said that the regent of Beiyi practiced evil skills, and even the blood of poisonous Gu was lying in his veins, and he had to have sex with someone every night to curb it.

Duan Yue was curious for a moment, and stretched out his hand to wipe some blood.

Shanyu Feiling was frightened by his sudden movement, clutching her neck and leaning back, her eyes were not friendly: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say there would be scars?" Duan Yue said, "Let me see."

Shanyu Feiling's Adam's apple moved slightly, she turned her face away: "Don't touch it, it's poisonous."

"Didn't you just want me to be responsible? Let me take a look."

Shanyu Feiling looked unnatural for a moment, but soon returned to indifference, still clutching her neck and said forcefully: "Don't look at it."

If you don't read it, don't read it, you are stingy.

Seeing that he was so repulsive, Duan Yue paused, and did not force him.

But seeing the blood on his neck kept flowing, Duan Yue thought for a while, then took out the ointment and threw it over: "It stops the bleeding and removes the marks."

"This king can't see the wound." Shanyu Feiling said.

Duan Yue endured it, "Then what should I do? You won't let me touch it."

Shanyu Feiling thought for a while, walked into the room, and treated the wound slightly in front of the bronze mirror, forcing back the gu worms surging in the blood, before she came out, raised her neck and said, "Now you can apply the medicine."

"..." You wiped off the blood and I still see a woolen thread.

"You have stopped the bleeding, so can't you take the medicine yourself?"

"The king said he couldn't see it."

"..." Did you just look in the mirror and look lonely?

Duan Yue gritted his teeth, and for the sake of knowing Shan Yu Zichen's whereabouts, he walked over and squeezed out the ointment, rubbed it on his neck, and took out a bandage to wrap it on.

Shanyu Feiling wasn't worried that he would strangle her to death, she raised her head and let him do whatever she wanted, with her eyes slightly closed and her long eyelashes trembling, she was quite pretty.

Duan Yue reached out to touch the back, took out a pair of scissors, and cut off the excess bandage.

Shan Yu Feiling blinked, like a curious baby, talking nonsense: "Master Duan, I should have had your body searched, where did you get these things from?"

"My lord, guess." Duan Yue lowered his eyes, carefully tied a bow for him, raised his eyes and smiled: "You guessed right, Duan gave you a gift."

A cool scent of mint hits faintly.

Shan Yu Fei Ling choked for breath.

"Master Duan, have you changed somewhere?"

"What changed."

"..." Shanyu Feiling couldn't answer, but felt that Duan Yue was especially charming when he approached him just now, which made his heart skip a beat for no reason.

Duan Yue tightened the earrings that had been loosened on purpose, and sat back to look at him: "Can the lord tell me now, where is Shan Yu Zichen?"

It has been three days, and Prince Jing has been in a coma.

Ordinarily, a mere trauma shouldn't call him like this, Duan Yue thought of the bottle of blood that King Jing had taken away by Shan Yu Zichen earlier, and suspected that it was related to it.

Prince Jing was not awake, and everyone did not dare to act rashly. Just yesterday, the second prince held a court meeting and read out the imperial decree to pass on the throne. He planned to ascend the throne early tomorrow morning. If Prince Jing did not wake up again, the throne would have nothing to do with him.

Duan Yue had no choice but to come out to find someone.

Fortunately, Shanyu Feiling had no hostility towards him and was willing to provide information.

"My lord Duan has nothing good to see me every time." Shan Yu Feiling sighed pretending to be resentful, "Okay, come with me."

The two walked deep into the house and went down to the dungeon.

Shan Yu Zichen was locked in the innermost room, his body was covered with thick black iron chains, his clothes were neat, but he was restrained.

Duan Yue was amazed: "My lord, His Highness the Crown Prince is also your nephew after all, so it's too cruel to be imprisoned like this."

Shan Yu Feiling smiled lightly, and leaned her head on the wall, "Lord Duan, I can't do anything about it. If I don't control his actions, he will use that vicious Gu technique and kill me."

Duan Yue turned to look at him: "Are you also afraid of him?"

"Lord Duan thinks why this king wants to indulge in sex every night? It's just to relieve the pain of the poisonous poison. My good nephew's biological mother is worried that the king will attack her son, so she deliberately planted evil Gu on me. All the pain I have suffered is thanks to him."

Duan Yue blinked: "So you don't practice evil skills?" It is said that this person drained the blood of [-] babies.

Shan Yu Feiling laughed: "Lord Duan, you are a well-informed person, how could you even believe such rumors? Do you think this king looks like that kind of crazy person?"

Duan Yue glanced at his delicate and soft face, and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice: "It can't be said that there is no connection, it can be said that they are exactly the same."

"..." Shanyu Feiling couldn't help him.After a pause, he said: "Master Duan, stop talking, you'd better finish your work soon and go back quickly."

Then he ordered the guard to open the door.

Shan Yu Zichen heard the sound of unlocking the lock, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Huang, there is no antidote for desire, no matter how much you torment me, you will not be free."

"This time, the king is not here to torture you. Someone wants to see you."

Shan Yu Zichen raised his eyes slightly, his pupils constricted suddenly.

He saw a handsome young man in black clothes standing in the darkness.

"Baby!"

Shan Yu Feiling couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, "Master Duan, there seems to be something wrong with my ears... What did he call you?"

With a sullen face, Duan Yue took two steps forward, bent over and clasped Shan Yu Zichen's throat, and asked coldly, "What kind of Gu did you put on Duan Chuchu? Why is he unconscious?"

Shan Yu Zichen pursed his lips, his face was slightly pale.

"Baby, you have been deceived by him, you have been deceived by the entire royal family! You are not a humble slave at all, you are the direct descendant of the Langya Guyun family, and the noble and orthodox royal bloodline! Duan Chuchu knew about it , but deliberately didn’t tell you, why did you think he was so kind?!”

Duan Yue didn't care too much: "I knew about this a long time ago. So what?"

His mother is Yun Shuying, the Master of Night Sword Training, and the wife of Duan Qingchen Mingmei, another parent and son of the Empress Dowager.

In other words, he and Prince Jing are direct cousins, and they will never be together.

With Prince Jing's selfish and exclusive character, he would never tell anyone about this matter.He didn't want to be in trouble.Lun committed the crime of immorality, and he didn't want Duan Yue to leave him because of it.

Duan Yue knew how much secular abuse the two of them would face after this matter was exposed, so he never planned to expose it.

He has been a secret guard for two lifetimes, there is nothing wrong with a secret guard, he is free and easy, and he is free to come and go.He would rather be a secret guard than an aristocrat from a scheming family.

Although mess with brothers.Lun...it's true that he felt sorry for his mother, but she always doted on him, so she probably wouldn't hate him for it.

But Shan Yu Zichen couldn't understand his thoughts at all, and there was almost a bit of hatred in his tone.

"He stole the throne that should belong to you, how can you forgive him!"

Realizing that he shouldn't be impulsive, he closed his eyes again and regained his composure, "The blood gu is indeed made by me, the mother gu is still enshrined in Langya Yun's family, and in a few days, Duan Chuchu will sap blood and dry up and turn into a mummified corpse And die. Baby, give him up, I arranged for people to respond in the court, after Duan Chuchu dies, someone will stand up and let the truth of all this come to light, and then baby, you will become the only rightful candidate for the heir apparent , this throne belongs to you."

Duan Yue blinked, and suddenly felt that he could not understand what he was talking about.

"Even if Duan Chuchu is dead, there will still be Duan Yunrui, Duan Yunchen, Duan Yunjue, and even Duan Yunpei and Duan Yunzhou. There are so many princes, and they can't be picked out in line. How could it be my turn to someone of unknown origin? people."

Is this person crazy? He still wants him to be emperor.

"Why not? You are the orthodox heir of the Duan royal family, Duan Yanchen...Emperor Zhongcheng, but a scoundrel brought out by the queen mother from the brothel!"