Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"The Sixteenth Congress refused to choose the master, saying that no one would be chosen."

Jiang Feichen replied, hesitating for a moment and then said: "But because of this, he was punished a few boards by the commander of the dark guard battalion and developed a high fever."

Prince Jing raised his head and frowned.

......

The moonlight was beautiful, reflecting two dark figures under the tree.

Jiang Feichen lowered his voice: "Your Highness, if you are worried, I will take a look for you. You are still injured, so you really shouldn't move around."

"I'll go in person." Prince Jing remained unmoved, "You lure him away for a quarter of an hour."

Jiang Feichen couldn't persuade him, so he had to take orders and leave.

The dark guard camp is full of lunatics who lick blood at the edge of their swords. It is even more difficult to manipulate in front of these people.

It took Jiang Feichen a lot of effort to finally lure the guarding guards away.

Prince Jing appeared from the shadows, limped, and walked into the dark guard camp.

Duan Qi was wringing a towel with hot water and applying it on Duan Yue's forehead when he heard a knock on the door.

He got up and opened the door.

The cold light flashed by under the moonlight, and the long sword whistled lightly, piercing through the air with lightning speed!

Duan Qi's pupils shrank.

Behind him is little Shiliu, if he hides, the sword will definitely hurt Shiliu.

It was too late to resist.

Duan Qi resisted the instinct to avoid, controlled his body to stand in place, and endured the sword.

The sharp blade pierced through the right shoulder, and the strong remaining force led the person back quickly, and the person and the sword were firmly nailed to the wall.

Duan Qi snorted and lowered his voice: "Who!"

A thin figure of a young man stepped out of the darkness, and the moonlight fell on his shoulders, as if he was not carrying a heavy burden, and would fall when the wind blows.

However, Duan Qi, who saw the face clearly, took a deep breath and instantly sank his face.

"Fourth Highness."

Prince Jing glanced at him: "Go out."

Duan Qi really wanted to violate the order.

Even if this person is his master in the future, but now he is just a powerless prince in the cold palace, even if he resists, no one can say anything.

King Jing saw his intention, put one hand behind his back, and quickly drew the long sword on his shoulder with the other.The blood-drenched sword tip mercilessly pressed against the throat of Duan Yue who was sleeping soundly on the couch.

His expression was calm: "One last time, go out, otherwise you will wait to collect this person's body."

Duan Qi clenched his fists suddenly, and unknown anger burst out of his eyes.

After a while, he closed his eyes, calmed down all his emotions, said in a deep voice, and bowed out of the room.

Only then did Prince Jing put away the sword.

He walked to the couch and sat down, taking advantage of the moonlight to look at Duan Yue's sleeping face.

The little dark guard didn't sleep well, he couldn't breathe through his nose, he could only breathe with his mouth slightly open, half of his pinkish tongue could be vaguely seen.

The lips were burnt bright red, against the pale and delicate cheeks, there was a somewhat sickly and flirtatious appearance.

Probably having a nightmare, the little dark guard frowned uncomfortably, water stains overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered something.

Prince Jing leaned over and pressed his ear to it, only then did he hear clearly that he was begging: don't hit me, it hurts.

It turned out that the little dark guard was also afraid of pain.

But he still tried his best to block him so many times, and was pierced by the sword over and over again.

Prince Jing stretched out his fingertips and caressed his cheek.

Because of this movement, he got a little closer, only to see a fresh gash on the neck of the little dark guard.

That was the scar he accidentally left when he threatened Duan Qi just now when he pressed the point of his sword against the neck of the little dark guard Bai Nen.

Beads of bright red blood were oozing from the wound, as if accusing him of being ruthless.

Prince Jing let go of his hand suddenly.

He finally discovered that he had never put the safety of the little dark guard in his eyes.

Duan Qi sat under the tree in the courtyard, gritting his teeth and bandaging them.

After a while, Prince Jing opened the door and walked out, his cold eyes swept across him, causing chills in people's hearts.

Duan Qi walked over and knelt in front of him.

Prince Jing looked down indifferently: "Duan Shiliu was in the imperial study today and offended many people."

The dark guards are just murderous slaves and don't need souls.

A secret guard with ego will not end well, and no one will allow such a disobedient slave to live.

After the sixteenth day, no matter which Highness he joins in, he will not have a day.

Prince Jing doesn't do things that are wasted. He said that because he wanted to save Xiao Shiliu.

Duan Qi cupped his hands: "Your Highness, please advise."

"When he wakes up, tell him to go to the third child to take him in with his wounds. The third child has a reckless temper, so he won't think too much about it, but will only pity him."

Duan Qi was surprised, he thought Prince Jing would accept Duan Yue.

Prince Jing saw that his expression was different, and his eyes turned cold: "The trash who can't even protect himself, get out!"

But he didn't know whether he was angry at Duan Qi or angry at himself for being incompetent.

......

When Duan Yue woke up, his neck was tingling.

I reached out and touched it, only to find that my neck was injured.

Bandages were wrapped in a mess, and no medicine was applied, and pus was bleeding from covering.

"Ah Qi, you might as well not bandage it." He muttered, pulled off the bandage with great effort, and endured the pain to wash and apply the medicine.

Duan Qi wiped his sword aside, his brows were watery: "It's not me."

"Huh? What's not you?"

Duan Yue didn't understand.

Duan Qi doesn't want to explain more.

He tightened his fingers, looked at the boy who was rubbing the medicine on himself: "Sixteen."

"Ok?"

"When did you meet the Fourth Highness?"

At this time, Emperor Zhong Cheng did not send Duan Yue to the Leng Palace to monitor, so he shouldn't have any contact with His Highness the Fourth Highness.

Duan Yue paused, once he heard the name, his original good mood disappeared, and even the light in his eyes dimmed.

"How do you know?"

"I know everything." Duan Qi didn't say that Prince Jing came to see him last night, "You just need to answer me."

Duan Yue pursed his lips: "When he was framed for stealing the golden hairpin, I, I went to see..."

Duan Qi suddenly remembered that he disappeared without a trace that morning.

Because of leaving his post without authorization, he was beaten by the commander until he couldn't get out of bed.

For some reason, an unknown fire suddenly shot out from the tip of my heart.

In the previous life, the sixteenth was for King Jing, and he died without a whole body. Now that he has a new life, why can't he get rid of this man!

Duan Yue saw that his face was dark, and he flinched a little, leaned over, carefully shook his hand: "Ah Qi, are you angry?"

Duan Qi regained consciousness and shook his head.

He handed the finished draft to Duan Yue, and told him to intercede with His Highness the Third Highness, saying that he was confused yesterday and regretted it, and wanted to follow him, begging him to forgive him.

Duan Yue accepted the manuscript, saying that it was Ah Qi's wish, so he should keep it carefully.But he didn't want to ask the third prince.

He woke up this time, thinking a lot.

There is no one to take pity on a lowly life. Instead of following big figures like the third and fourth princes to compete for favor, it is better to find a master in peace and stability, stay away from disputes, and protect yourself wisely.

He thinks that the sixth prince is a good candidate. He is weak, died early, is intelligent, does not compete for favor, and has meat to eat.

Duan Qi didn't know that Sixteen had already thought so much in his stupid mind, seeing that he didn't want to, he didn't force him too much.

The third prince had a miserable fate in his previous life, following him may not necessarily be a good thing.

After recovering from the injury for a few days, Duan Yue could barely walk on the ground.

He thought of the poison on Prince Jing's body, hesitated for a moment, and sneaked away to the Leng Palace with Duan Qi on his back.