Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

The third prince was still immersed in the admiration that the little guard's hands were so soft and smooth, he didn't even notice the danger coming.

Duan Yue had no choice but to quickly pull him into his arms, and at the same time teleported a few steps with his feet, avoiding the tip of the knife, and firmly clasped the assassin's wrist with his five fingers.

The movements were so smooth and flowing, it was so fast that it became an afterimage.

The assassin was taken aback, he didn't expect such bad luck, he could run into a master at random.

It is too late to withdraw again, and can only break through from here.

He didn't care about the pain of the broken arm, before his feet touched the ground, he suddenly turned over in mid-air, and with his backhand, he stabbed Duan Yue fiercely from the dead corner behind him!

Duan Yue couldn't avoid this blow.

He is still holding the third prince in his arms, if he dodges, it will put him in danger.

In all fairness, he is not a loyal secret guard, he is extremely guarded against his master, and all he thinks about all day is his own life and death.

But even so, it doesn't mean that he will just watch his master die before his eyes.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth, quickly pushed the third prince to the side, and suffered the knife for life.

The sharp blade pierced the flesh and blood, causing him to grunt in pain, and his body swayed imperceptibly.

As soon as the assassin hit the target, he was pleasantly surprised, and immediately wanted to stop and evacuate.

But he didn't expect that Duan Yue, who had been stabbed, not only did not fall down, but also had the strength to turn around, grabbed the blade very quickly, and thrust it into his wound with all his strength.

The assassin was in a hurry, and couldn't pull out the knife no matter what.

Just as he was about to let go and discard the knife, Duan Yue didn't give him a chance at all, grabbed his wrist, twisted it hard, and cut behind him.

This thrilling reversal happened within a few breaths.

The surrounding area was in turmoil, and before some guards could react, the assassin had already been captured.

Jiang Feichen breathed a sigh of relief, and brought people over: "Fortunately, an adult is here."

Duan Yue didn't speak, he raised his foot and kicked the assassin's knee hard, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Seeing the blood on his back stained his red shirt, Jiang Feichen felt pain when he looked at him, so he took the initiative to say: "My lord's injury is not serious, and the bleeding needs to be stopped in time. Just hand this assassin over to the imperial guards for escort."

Duan Yue's eyebrows were cold, and he glanced at him deeply.

Jiang Feichen was inexplicable and didn't know what he meant.

Then I saw this young and immature little dark guard, without blinking an eye, he raised his hand and pulled out the blade stuck in the wound, pointed it at the palm of the assassin, and nailed it hard!

Jiang Feichen trembled all over, his scalp numb.

I saw that the tip of the knife directly pierced the palm of the assassin, and deeply plunged into the ground, bleeding profusely.

The assassin couldn't bear the pain, screamed and convulsed on the ground.

Duan Yue turned a deaf ear to it, kicked down his leg bones and lumbar spine a few times.

After taking revenge, he raised his head and wiped away the blood splattered on his cheeks with a wooden face: "No need, he can't run away either."

Jiang Feichen was silent for a moment, and moved away from him.

If it is someone His Highness the Fourth Highness likes, I can't afford to offend him.

"How is Your Majesty?" Duan Yue didn't care, squatted down, pulled off the assassin's mask, and asked while fumbling in his mouth.

"I was stabbed, but luckily missed the vital point, and the imperial doctor is still treating me."

Duan Yue looked up at the high platform.

Layers upon layers of imperial guards guarded the surrounding area, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

"This assassin is a dead man kept at home." Duan Yue said, taking out a poison sac hidden deep in the assassin's teeth, and handing it to Jiang Feichen, "Seeing the blood-sealed Wuwang pill, the most popular in the dark guard camp The suicide is extremely poisonous, the commander can go and investigate, as far as I know, there are only three pharmacies in the whole Chang'an that supply."

He glanced at the assassin's clothes and appearance: "His outfit is very valuable, and a single piece of gold silk soft armor is priceless. His fingers are thin, his skin is tender, his appearance is handsome, he is either a leader, or he is loved by his master." pet slave."

Jiang Feichen couldn't help but be amazed at his meticulous observation.

With so much information, this person can be sure with just one glance.

Duan Yue picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, "Sifengge's special dark iron short dagger is cut like mud. Only ten pieces are sold to the outside world. As long as there is a channel, it should be easy to check."

Jiang Feichen was amazed: "My lord has extraordinary insight."

I mean I know too much.

Duan Yue didn't speak, and looked down at the dagger in silence.

As a mere secret guard in the deep palace, Wuwang Dan, golden silk soft armor, these treasures are indeed not something he should understand.

But who told him that in his previous life, he had a spendthrift and cruel master who equipped everyone in the Dark Guard with a soft armor of gold silk, just to better protect him from knives.

He also specially gave Duan Yue Wuwang Pill and Si Feng Short Dagger as rewards for warming the bed.I'm afraid that he will die later than himself.

Duan Yue satirized in his heart, and raised the dagger: "Commander Jiang, can you give this dagger to the servant after it is presented as a testimony in court?"

Jiang Feichen was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Your Excellency has meritorious service in capturing the assassin, so naturally you can get any reward you want."

"No." Duan Yue smiled inexplicably, "I want this."

Jiang Feichen nodded in agreement, and there was no loss left or right, "As soon as the mastermind behind the scenes is caught, I will send someone to hand it over to you."

Duan Yue raised his eyelids: "Who is the mastermind behind the scenes, isn't your lord the clearest?"

This simple sentence caused Jiang Feichen's pupils to shrink and a cold sweat broke out.

Duan Yue got up and left, as if he didn't know how shocking he said.

The imperial guard under his hand saw that something was wrong, stepped forward and said cryptically: "Commander, did he find something? Do you want your subordinates..."

Made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Jiang Feichen warned: "Are you looking for death? No one can touch him."

Looking at Duan Yue's back again, he frowned: "How would he know, could it be that someone leaked the secret?"

This room, Jiang Feichen, was very worried, and solemnly ordered someone to ask the Fourth Highness for instructions.

Duan Yue turned around and forgot what he had said.

He simply said something casually, purely pretending.

The last time Concubine Zhuang was assassinated, she was framed by the old emperor, who knows if it will be the same this time.

Anyway, it doesn't cost money to use your mouth to test.

Duan Yue had no burden in his heart, but Jiang Feichen reacted very strangely. Could it be that he was mistaken?

Jiang Feichen belongs to Prince Jing.

What the hell does this dog want to do?

In the previous life, Prince Jing was imprisoned for several months, and the daylily was cold when he came out, so he would not be able to pass the prince's school exams.

He also planned to kill the king, in order to bring down Concubine Zhuang Gui.

Could it be that because he was released from prison early, the plot of this part has also been advanced?

Duan Yue's thoughts turned sharply, several conjectures flashed across his mind in an instant, and he turned to look at the Seventh Prince.

This poor nerdy prince was throwing up in the dark, not knowing that his mother and concubine were being targeted.

He withdrew his gaze, walked to the third prince who had sprained his ankle and was being supported by the guards, and knelt down to apologize: "The slave guard is not good enough to hurt His Highness, please punish him."

The third prince waved his hand: "If it weren't for you, His Highness would have lost his life."

Just now he behaved really embarrassingly, so he was too embarrassed to mention it now, so he just called the accompanying imperial physician to treat Duan Yue's wound.

Fortunately, the knife was not stabbed accurately and got stuck in the shoulder bone, otherwise Duan Yue would have vomited blood and died.

The third prince touched his wound, frowned for a while, and then asked awkwardly: "Do you hurt?"

Duan Yue was a little surprised.

This doesn't seem like what the third prince should say. He thinks highly of himself and is careless. He hasn't seen anyone who cares about him.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. The slave is fine, just a minor injury."

After speaking, he habitually wanted to smile to appease him, but suddenly realized that he still had a bad skill, and quickly pressed the corners of his mouth down, his face stiffened.

In the eyes of the third prince, it was the little dark guard who was in so much pain that he couldn't even smile, like a delicate flower being beaten by frost, with his head sluggish.

The third prince was depressed, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling, but he couldn't be happy anyway.

The injured Duan Yue finally had an excuse to lie alone for a while.

The third prince deliberately sent him to his tent, and watched him lie down and fall asleep before leaving in peace.

As soon as the man left, Duan Yue opened his eyes, took out Yiyuan Pill from his pocket, and slipped near the main account while the guards were not paying attention.

Emperor Zhongcheng has been transferred here to rest, and several princes are guarding the side.

Duan Yue hid behind a tree, and was thinking about how to lure the sixth prince out when someone rubbed the top of his head suddenly.

As soon as he looked up, a head fell from the tree.

Duan Yue was so frightened that he almost cried out, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it was Duan Si who was hanging upside down from the branch.

"Little Sixteen, you also have times when you are afraid."

The trumpet flower in the world opened its mouth and began to chatter: "Why didn't you see you when you blocked the knife just now? You are so brave. Seeing the way the third prince looked at you, I was so moved that I was about to cry. Little Sixteen, even if you like men, you don't want to look for them." The third prince is tall and burly, otherwise he would not be able to suppress him with his small arms and legs."

Duan Yue's face turned dark, and he raised his hand to stuff a bun into his mouth: "Shut up."

But it's too late.

"Oh, so does Little Sixteen like the Third Highness?"

"It's no wonder that I didn't agree to follow before. I understand the trick of playing hard to get. Miss Zhou from Qinhua Pavilion loves to use this trick on me."

"Fart, people really hate you."

"Actually, His Highness the Third Highness is very kind to Xiao Shiliu. The other guards were beaten up, but Xiao Shiliu was the only one who was hugged, right?"

"But there is a difference between master and servant. After following the third prince, Sixteen will become a daughter-in-law."

"That's not possible, I still expect Shiliu to marry a wife, it's not possible, I don't agree."

"I think the female doctor in the Pharmacy Bureau is quite nice. I like Shiliu so much, and she even delivered wound medicine herself."

"Doctor Lin is too plain, it's not good, Shiliu likes to be pretty."

"Then next door's little Yi Baihu from Jinyiwei, who is flaunting like a flower all day long, beautiful and powerful."

"Impossible, this little girl is vicious, have you forgotten how she beat you up in the dog hole when you were sixteen?"

Duan Yue: "..."

Duan Yue raised his head with a sullen face, and saw that the whole tree was full of hidden guards, and with a few words, he decided to marry him.

"You have nothing to do? Don't you need to be on duty?"

Duan Er smiled: "Master is inside, where to guard?"

Duan Yue gritted his teeth: "The third prince and I, nothing like that."

All the hidden guards said "Oh~" together, and winked, attracting the guards nearby to look over.

Duan Yue felt ashamed, so he grabbed Duan Si's arm and walked towards the corner with his head buried.

"What are you doing? Slow down, are you hurt?" Duan Si frowned and grabbed him, "Speak up if you have something to do, what to avoid, what can't you see?"

Duan Yue looked around, put his ear close to him, and whispered, "You can do me a favor."

Duan Si was about to say why should I help you.

Duan Yue blinked and acted pitifully: "Fourth Brother~ Please."

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If he refused, he stuck in his throat and swallowed it directly.

He cleared his throat: "Say."

Duan Yue touched his nose: "Is there any way you can ask the sixth prince to come out?"

Duan Si was temporarily assigned to the Sixth Prince's subordinates, so it wouldn't be strange if he could pass on the information.

Duan Sibai glanced at him: "Your Majesty is seriously injured. How can I call someone at this juncture? I'm afraid you didn't mean to embarrass me on purpose."

Who knows if Emperor Zhong Cheng would be unlucky and ascend to heaven directly, the person who served near him at that time might be the crown prince, who would be willing to leave?

It's not that Duan Yue doesn't understand, it's because he knows the pros and cons that he finds it tricky.

Seeing his slumped shoulders, Duan Si was limp, and was about to say, let me try first.

Suddenly, a cold and indifferent voice came from behind:

"What did you see Sixth Brother doing?"