Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

The cold winter wind is bleak, and the snow is ankle deep.

I'm afraid the cloth shoes will be wet if you step on it.

Duan Yue wrapped the long sword with a thick hemp rope, hung it on his back, and jumped up and down, lightly skimming over the trees and eaves.

The Imperial Guard guarding in front of the Imperial Study was alerted by Luoxue, drew their swords and yelled, "Who! The Imperial Study is an important place, idlers stop!"

Duan Yue was like a black eagle, jumping down from the fog.

Stepping on the snow without a trace.

"Duan Sixteen." He reported his family name.

The leader of the imperial army is named Jiang Feichen, he is the only direct descendant of the Jiang family, who has been with Emperor Zhongcheng for a long time, and has extraordinary knowledge.

He is very clear about the status of Sixteen Xuanwei in the future, and he is even more aware of Duan Shiliu's weight in Emperor Zhongcheng's heart.

Immediately bowed his hands to make amends: "So it's Mr. Xuanwei, I'm rude."

Duan Yue avoided it.

No matter what he is, he is nothing more than a small dark guard.

It should not be a salute to the commanding officer of the forbidden army of the imperial court.

"Your Majesty declares that the slaves are here to see you." Duan Yue said concisely.

He is introverted, if he has anything to say, he loves to store it in his heart.He never talks much to people he doesn't know well.

What's more, Jiang Feichen is Prince Jing's confidant.He is even more unwilling to make friends.

"Your Majesty has mentioned this matter. Your Majesty is discussing matters inside. Your Excellency, please." Jiang Feichen took a step back and made a gesture of invitation.

Duan Yue pushed the door and stepped into the hall with long legs.

The boy's figure was tall and straight like a pine, his demeanor was cold and alienated, no matter what he did, he was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Such a superb product, no wonder it is favored by the Fourth Highness.

Jiang Feichen narrowed his eyes, turned around, and continued to guard the door.

When Duan Yue entered the palace, many people gathered in Yushu.

Duan Fei, the commander of the Dark Guard Battalion, Duan Fei, the first and second means of left and right, Duan Seven of the Intelligence Department, Duan Twelve of the Pharmacy Bureau, etc.

Most of the sixteen Xuanwei people are in Qi.

A deputy governor came to Dongchang, and a handsome fan.

Jinyiwei sent two thousand households from the Fourteenth Guards.

Except for the first prince who was on an expedition and the fourth prince who was bedridden, the rest of the princes were also present.

The spacious imperial study room was full of people, and it suddenly seemed much more crowded.

Duan Yue was the last one.

As soon as he came, many eyes fell on him.

Sizing up, appraising, malicious, all sorts of strange things.

Following Prince Jing in his previous life, he had seen many such scenes, he was not panicked, and stepped forward to salute without haste.

"Your Majesty Jin'an, the servant is late."

There was a genuine smile on Emperor Zhongcheng's handsome and mature face.

"No problem." He waved at Duan Yue, his eyes were gentle: "Yun Yue, come, come and talk."

Duan Yue should be, go up the steps.

As soon as he got close, Emperor Zhongcheng grabbed his wrist and sat on his lap in his arms.

Duan Yue was shocked and was about to get up and kneel immediately.

Emperor Zhongcheng embraced his slender waist with one hand, rubbed his ear tips with the other, and smiled lowly: "Don't move, that's it, I won't do anything to you, huh?"

Duan Yue's buttocks felt like needles, and his forefoot hit the ground with all his strength, not daring to put his weight on the dragon's body at all.

He was forced to beep softly: "Your Majesty, this is not polite."

"What's not polite, what's wrong with me giving you a hug." Emperor Zhong Cheng smiled and scratched the tip of his red ears: "Don't you want to?"

Of course not.

But can't say.

Duan Yue pursed his lips uncomfortably, shook his head, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He raised his head and quickly glanced at the crowd under his eyes. When he met those surprised eyes, he immediately turned his head away, ashamed to face them.

As for Duan Fei... he didn't even dare to look at the commander's face.

This is great, when I go back, my butt will bloom again.

Emperor Zhong Cheng didn't know, the honest little secret guard was crying in his heart at this moment.

He called everyone here this time for the winter hunting in a few months.

The princes have grown up, and the matter of establishing a crown prince should also be slowly put on the agenda.

Among the several princes of the right age, the eldest prince, Duan Yunjue, led troops on expeditions all year round, and his biological mother died young.

The second prince, Duan Yunrui, is extremely intelligent, and he was born of Mr. Tan Guiren.

The third prince Duan Yunchen, born of the same mother as the second prince, has good martial arts but impulsive temper.

The fourth prince Duan Yunchu, born of the former empress, is not favored.

The sixth prince, Duan Yunpei, was frail and sickly, the son of Lin Guifei from a family of sage doctors.

The seventh prince, Duan Yunlang, is obsessed with sage books, one is a nerd, and the only son of Concubine Zhuang Gui.

The Ninth Prince, Duan Yunzhou, was young, sweet and charming, and he was born of Concubine Lian.

This winter hunt is about the status of the princes in Emperor Zhongcheng's mind.Regardless of the harem, or the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, they all attach great importance to it.

"The prince is young, and he is not good at riding and shooting. I am afraid that troubles will happen during the winter hunting season. I plan to send the sixteen Xuanwei of the dark guard camp to a few princes to study with them and teach riding and archery martial arts. What do you think?"

Does this mean that Xuanwei will be assigned in advance?

Jin Yiwei exchanged glances with several people from Dongchang.

Although this matter has little to do with them, it is very important to their respective masters.

Who doesn't want a Xuanwei Miaozi who is both civil and military, and who is quite popular?

At that moment, many eyes glanced at Duan Yue inadvertently.

Duan Yue also frowned.

No wonder the old emperor called all the princes and Xuanwei, it turned out that he wanted to assign masters.

Stop laughing then, Prince Jing is still on the couch and can't even get up.

The old emperor is so treacherous, he must have deliberately picked this opportunity.

Duan Yue glanced suspiciously.

Emperor Zhongcheng noticed it, and curled his lips at him: "Who does Yun Yue want? Just say it."

Listen, the Xuanwei next to him are queuing up to be picked.

He Duan Sixteen is picking the prince.

High judgment.

The third prince, Duan Yunchen, said on the spot: "Father! My son and I prefer Xiao Shiliu!"

"Oh?"

Emperor Zhongcheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked interested, and asked him, "Why is it Yunyue?"

Of course the third prince would not be so stupid as to say that he wanted to be a prince.

He said: "My son and Xiao Shiliu have a lot of friendship. He even taught this archery. After a long time, I missed him and wanted to study with him. Please help me!"

Emperor Zhongcheng smiled, neither answering nor refusing.

He threw this problem back to Duan Yue.

"Yun Yue, the third child wants to beg you, what do you think?"

Duan Yue put on a wooden face.

He could see that the old emperor was pushing him into the fire pit.

The third prince is narrow-minded and holds grudges very much.

If he doesn't agree, he will be offended, and he will be troubled in the future.

If he agrees, when the third prince bullies Prince Jing, he will not be able to take action.In the future, if Prince Jing kills the Third Prince, as a secret guard, he will also die.

Either way, it's a dead end.

If he wanted to survive, he had no choice but to rely on Emperor Zhongcheng to survive and be a dodder by his side.

Whether he is favored in public or let him choose, they are all forcing him to become the target of public criticism.

The old emperor is worthy of being King Jing's father, and his whole family is full of Lao Yinbi.

Duan Yue's heart was on fire.

He is a dog, where the master points, he has to bite.

But dogs can go crazy too.

Don't give bones, ask the dog to work, how can there be such a good thing in the world.

All his life, he didn't want to be at the mercy of others.

With a cold face, Duan Yue forcefully removed Emperor Zhong Cheng's big hand that was tightly wrapped around his waist, stood up and knelt on the ground.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this servant is unwilling to follow the Third Prince."

"The slave doesn't want to follow anyone."