Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Prince Jing's eyelashes trembled, like peach blossoms falling, and the water rippled in the bottom of his eyes.

Duan Yue said again: "Chu Chu."

Prince Jing stared at him for a moment.

He didn't know why the little dark guard always liked to call him by his nickname.

But it is undeniable that he will be moved by it every time.

Duan Yue stepped towards him, saying "Chu Chu" step by step, until he was in front of him, exactly ten times.

"Duan Chuchu." The little dark guard was still smiling.

The whole person seemed to be shining, the winter snow outside the window, and the setting sun were not as dazzling as him.

Prince Jing's throat tightened, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The little dark guard stretched out his hand and stood there, looking at him lightly with clear eyes: "Come here."

He clearly knew that it was a dangerous signal, but he stepped forward stiffly like a marionette.

The little dark guard smiled at him: "Hold me."

The smile was as shallow as a mask, and when the wind blew, it would disappear and turn into killing intent.

But it has an indescribable attraction.

The more dangerous, the more alluring.

King Jing couldn't resist, so he grabbed the little dark guard's waist.

The warm touch is many times better than the coldness of the urn in the previous life.

He thought, the living are indeed more pleasing than the dead.

Duan Yue stood where he was, letting him hug him, and listened to the little yellow book in his mind broadcasting to him: "The task of sending warmth has been completed, [Prince Jing's heart rate] +1, currently 13/100."

Stingy enough.

He copied books exhaustingly in exchange for a little heartbeat.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth.

After three breaths, he said coldly, "Have you hugged enough?"

Prince Jing paused, let go of his hand, took half a step back, and remained silent.

Duan Yue pointed to the bed: "Go up, lie down."

"What to do."

"Don't worry." Duan Yue sneered, "I won't kill you, trash."

Prince Jing glanced at him, did not respond to the presumptuous words, turned around and lay down on the couch.

Duan Yue followed, and took off his shirt.

The wound on the abdomen has been suppurated and infected.

Ordinary people get this injury, and they will be disabled even if they don't die.

He's like no one else.

Duan Yue glanced at him: "Does it hurt?"

Prince Jing shook his head: "No."

Duan Yue removed his dirty bandage, sneered at the words, poked a finger into his wound, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

Prince Jing frowned this time: "It hurts."

"Oh." Duan Yue had nothing to do with himself, he pulled out his bloody hand, regardless of whether he was in pain or not, he took out a whole bottle of burning knives, and directly poured it on.

Immediately, Prince Jing constricted his pupils, straightened his body, the veins on his wrists bulged, and his expression was ferocious.

If it wasn't for Duan Yue pressing his shoulders, he might curl up and roll in pain.

"Section Sixteen...Section Sixteen..."

His mind was confused by the pain, and he subconsciously called the name of the person he trusted.

Duan Yue watched indifferently without making a sound.

After a long while, after he calmed down, he said: "Has the imperial doctor seen your injury, what should I say?"

Prince Jing was seriously injured and had to recuperate.

Unexpectedly, the man pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then shook his head: "The imperial physician has not been passed on."

"Didn't the imperial physician come this morning?"

"...told him to go back."

"..." Duan Yue was silent, "You really deserve to die."

Prince Jing tried to explain: "Don't let Father know about my injury, otherwise he won't let me go to Jinyiwei."

It's none of my business.

Do you like to go or not.

Duan Yue took out a bright red pill from his bosom, pinched his chin, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Swallowed."

Prince Jing chewed, his eyes frowned slightly because of the bitterness, and asked, "What is it?"

"The baby who continues your dog's life." Duan Yue laughed again, as if looking forward to it: "You lost your sight yesterday because of it. I can't tell what will happen today."

King Jing soon knew what Duan Yue meant.

His hands and feet went limp, not only unable to move, he even lost consciousness.

Duan Yue poked his thigh with the tip of the dagger, causing blood to flow out. Seeing that his expression remained still, he smiled again: "It seems that the side effect today is paralysis. Your Highness, you are lucky."

Prince Jing's eyelids trembled: "How long will it last?"

He will go to Jinyiwei tomorrow.

Duan Yue knew that he was impatient, so he deliberately didn't tell him: "When you can move, you will be able to move naturally."

Prince Jing watched as he got up and poured a glass of water, raised his head and gulped it down, took off his clothes and walked towards him.

A handsome face, a slender body, and a slender waist.

The originally restless heart seemed to be replaced by another unspeakable expectation.

"you......"

Duan Yue turned to look at him with strange eyes: "Oh, I forgot, Your Highness only has one bed here."

Prince Jing remained silent, his peach blossom eyes stared straight at him.

Duan Yue laughed, walked over, leaned over him, and said in a hoarse and seductive voice, "Your Highness..."

He looked very much like the little dark guard who used to beg for mercy under him.

He is out of his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Duan Yue picked him up and threw him on the ground.

Prince Jing's back hurt and he curled up on the ground.

Duan Yue occupied his bed, covered him with the quilt, turned over, and looked down at him with pursed lips: "Your Highness, I have wronged you."

Prince Jing stared at his glowing face, not realizing his situation for a moment, and missed the best time to resist.

It wasn't until a while later that his back felt chills that he realized that the little dark guard didn't spread the bedding for him.

He was lying on the ground topless.

Looking at Duan Yue again, his breathing was steady and his expression stretched.

Already asleep.

Prince Jing's peach blossom eyes flashed.

Duan Yue's eyes were black and blue, and he didn't know how long he hadn't slept.

Is it to copy books for him?

He didn't sleep all night, he was too cold to fall asleep, so he had to watch the little dark guard to distract him.

He had rarely observed this man carefully before.

It turned out that the little dark guard would kick on the quilt when he was sleeping.

He couldn't move his hands, so he had to move to the edge of the couch with difficulty, stood up straight against the bedpost, bit the corner of the quilt with his mouth, and covered him again.

He rested his chin on the couch, facing the little dark guard, so close that he could almost touch his slender eyelashes.

The moonlight is like flowing water, illuminating the handsome face of young Yuxue.

He is a treasure that fell from the clouds to the world, but he can't meet anyone who will cherish it.

Prince Jing reached over, touched his face with the tip of his nose, and then lay down on the ground again.

......

This time Duan Yue slept particularly peacefully.

When the sun shines through the window, he barely opens his eyes.

Prince Jing has already woken up - to be precise, he should have not closed his eyes all night.

Duan Yue hugged the quilt and rolled a few times on the couch, stretched his waist, in a good mood, turned over and greeted him: "Oh, Your Highness, good morning."

Prince Jing's thin lips were purple from the cold, his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with frost.

He looked at Duan Yue for a while, and responded hoarsely: "Good morning."

Seeing his distressed appearance, Duan Yue laughed out loud, and deliberately asked: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Prince Jing didn't speak.

The eyes are calm, neither happy nor angry, no one can see through.

Duan Yue felt disappointed.He stood up and said, "You can move now, and the side effects have disappeared."

Prince Jing's lips trembled, "I...can't move."

Duan Yue had already folded the quilt, turned around and kicked him: "You fart, don't try to blackmail me, get up."

"I..." Prince Jing said with difficulty, "Hands and feet are numb."

"..."

Oh, forgot, waste masters are not frozen.

Duan Yue picked him up and touched his wrist.

It was cold and hard like touching an ice cube.

If it wasn't for the life-extending Dan hanging his life, everyone else would be gone after such a cold night.

Without any psychological burden, Duan Yue threw him on the couch, shook off the quilt he had just covered, and covered him on top of his head.

"Don't be so squeamish, it's no big deal."

He used to kneel outside when it was snowing heavily, and he knelt all night without seeing anyone.

But the master is delicate and soft, which is different from a rough slave like him.

In order to burn his mouth for a kiss, Duan Yue reluctantly fetched a basin of cold water and brought it to a boil, moistened the rag, and wiped his hands and feet.

After a while, Prince Jing was finally able to move.

"I'm going to Jinyiwei." He looked at Duan Yue and said.

Duan Yue blinked: "Oh."

Tell me why.

"You..." Prince Jing paused, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "You see me off."

He probably expected that Duan Yue would laugh at him, so he reacted like this.

Duan Yue did mock him unceremoniously: "You have no legs yourself?"

By the time he got there, it was already noon.

He was silent for a while, and changed his words: "A Pei asked you to serve His Highness."

Duan Yue's eyes widened: "You still dare to use the Sixth Highness to suppress me."

Prince Jing looked straight into his eyes and did not back away: "You are a slave, and it is your duty to serve your master."

Duan Yue slapped the table with his backhand and glared.

When the sixth prince came, the atmosphere between the two was tense.

"What's the matter, sixteen?"

Duan Yue is a dedicated secret guard, as long as he doesn't face Prince Jing, he has a good temper with everyone.

"Your Highness, please greet Your Highness."

He knelt at the feet of the sixth prince, and replied respectfully: "It's nothing, His Royal Highness ordered the slave to send him to Jinyiwei, but the slave wants to serve you to study."

The sixth prince helped him up and said, "Fourth brother has trouble with his legs and feet, so you can send him off."

"Your Highness..."

Duan Yue wanted to say something, but when he saw the sixth prince's expression was indifferent, he closed his mouth again, and clasped his hands in response: "I obey."

He went out of the palace with Prince Jing on his back.

Jinyiwei is divided into Fusi, North and South Towns, fourteen guards, and fourteen thousand households.

Above the thousand households, there are Zhenfu envoys, Qianshi, Tongzhi, commanding envoys, and under the thousand households, there are many people such as the deputy thousand households, the hundred households, the deputy hundred households, the test hundred households, and the general banner.

Prince Jing's Xiaoqi position is the last of the lowest ranks. From the seventh rank to the small officials, there are only ten people under his command.

What can ten people do?

In other words, there are more than [-] people in Jinyiwei, and ten people are just a drop in the bucket.

Even Duan Yue, a small Xuanwei, is in charge of nearly a hundred dark guards.

Ten people... The third prince travels, not counting the bodyguards, but the number of maids and eunuchs is more than this.

The old emperor deliberately humiliated Prince Jing.

However, this person obviously didn't care, and there was no discomfort on his face.

When he arrived at Fusi in Beizhen, he handed over the letter of appointment in his hand to Jin Yiwei, who was guarding the gate, and bluntly said that he was a new official and asked to see Qianhu.

Jin Yiwei didn't respect him at all for the prince who fell out of favor, but he was more afraid of Duan Shiliu, the Xuanwei who was carrying him behind his back, looked the two of them back and forth several times, and then said: "Master Duan, please wait a moment, the humble officer will report to the commander. "

Lin Tong came here in person.

As soon as he went out, he clasped his hands and laughed together: "I don't know if Master Xuanwei is coming, so I am far away from welcoming you, forgive me."

Prince Jing looked down at Duan Yue.

It happened that Duan Yue also turned to look at him, inadvertently, he sneered: "No wonder you want me to accompany you, it's easy to use."

Prince Jing was silent.

He did have this in mind.

Lin Tong invited Duan Yue in, completely ignoring the person on his back.

Duan Yue sat in the living room, drank two cups of tea, and listened to his chatter. An hour passed, but he didn't get to the point. He patiently put the teacup on the table and raised his head.

"Master Lin, this servant is not here to chat."

He was neither angry nor impatient.

But the natural cold face, and the bloody smell that can't be hidden, always give people a gloomy feeling.

Lin Tong paused for a moment, then smiled dryly: "Then your lord is...?"

Duan Yue snatched the folder from King Jing's hand and put it on the table.

He took out a dagger from between his legs, and handed it together: "My Highness is taking up the post immediately, and I don't have enough experience. Please take care of me."

When Prince Jing saw the treasured sword that cut iron like mud, he was stunned.

Hearing him say "My Highness" again, she suddenly raised her eyes, and her peach blossom eyes stared at him.