Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

Prince Jing sat on the ground, surrounded by piles of old case files, almost drowning him.There was an unpleasant smell of decaying paper in the air.

Chen Baishi ignored the young man's pale face, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I really didn't deliberately make things difficult for you. The files will be sealed in a few days. These old cases have been piled up here for several years, and there is really no one who can handle them. It's hard to hope Now that you're here, the whole guard is counting on you."

Prince Jing's expression didn't change, his long eyelashes were gently lifted, and his peach-blossom eyes looked straight at him, "Is it Commander Lin's intention?"

"Your Highness, don't blame me. Lord Lin also hopes that you can make some achievements, so that His Majesty can rest assured."

Prince Jing didn't speak, and lowered his eyes: "Leave it alone."

"Oh, I forgot to remind Your Highness, this is only a small part. After you finish, there is still more than half waiting for you."

Prince Jing frowned.

But it was only for a moment, and he returned to indifference in a blink of an eye: "Got it."

Chen Baishi looked at his expression carefully, and said tentatively: "Your Highness...does it feel difficult? If not, I will report to Mr. Lin and assign some other cases to Your Highness?"

"It's no use."

Prince Jing casually took down the pile of files beside him and spread them out, glanced at ten lines, casually: "Chen Qianhu, please tell Commander Lin, His Highness appreciates his kindness. He is so kind and virtuous that he will repay it in the future."

Chen Baishi's heart trembled, and he shed a drop of cold sweat.

The tone was very ordinary, but when it came out of the mouth of the Fourth Highness, it had an inexplicably gloomy meaning.

He took a careful look at the weak and pale young man in front of him, and he couldn't see the slightest killing intent or power. Compared with the third prince, he could be called harmless.

Why does such a person make him so jealous?

After Chen Baishi left, Ji Qun jumped off the beam.

"Most of these old files are unjust, false and wrongly decided cases where the truth cannot be clearly discerned, and some are unproved cases more than 20 years ago. The evidence is missing, and the murderer cannot be found at all."

Ji Qun glanced at him while talking: "Lin Tong is deliberately making things difficult for you."

"He is very suspicious, so naturally he is afraid of me."

Prince Jing has finished reading a volume and is reading

The second volume of the case, without looking up: "It's not important. Did you find out what you were asked to investigate?"

Ji Qun took out a piece of paper: "I found Wu Zheng's previous confession from Lin Tong's study. He did have a criminal record. A Taoist priest who was swindled and abducted killed the entire Fu family village with alchemy. What kind of celestial master. This is the crime of deceiving the emperor. Concubine Zhuang Gui and Lin Tong are fighting together, if His Majesty knows..."

Prince Jing glanced at it and shook his head: "This alone can't move her. What I want is the evidence of her affair with Si Chengxue. Jin Yiwei and Dongchang have been fighting to death for a long time, so there must be evidence of her crime."

Ji Qun frowned: "Lin Tong has a dark room, but he never lets anyone in, even I don't have a key."

"Duan Yunlang's birthday is two days later, and Zhuang Zhiyin intends to make a big deal. Lin Tong has contacts with her and will definitely go. Then you find a chance to go in and search."

Ji Qun nodded, and reminded him anxiously: "Your Highness, don't forget our deal. If you lie to me, I will definitely expose your affairs and make you die."

Prince Jing raised his eyes, looked at him twice, and said nothing.

But if Duan Yue is here, one can tell at a glance that this is his displeased reaction.

Even in his heart, Ji Qun in front of him is already a dead person.

Duan Yunchu has always been a small-hearted man, he does not accept anyone being presumptuous in front of him.

Except Duan Yue.

After his rebirth, his tolerance for Duan Yue increased again and again, even to the point of connivance.

Even he himself didn't know why he hadn't acted so presumptuously.

Every time when he was unhappy, the scene of Duan Yue standing in front of him covered in blood in his previous life would appear in his mind.

That scene was so tragic and shocking that he spent countless days and nights thinking about the little dark guard who was alive in the past.

Think about his face, think about his every move, think about everything about him.

But he soon found powerlessly that, apart from that silent face, he actually knew nothing about the little hidden guard who seemed to understand him very well.

Prince Jing's mind was restless, he read several scrolls of files, but he didn't have any clue.

Those words float in front of my eyes, but I can't get into my mind.

But after half a day of separation, he was already thinking about Duan Yue.

He sat and was silent for a while.

"Come on."

The door was pushed open, and the tall and strong Jin Yiwei strode in, kneeling respectfully: "Your Highness, please give me instructions."

"Count the number of people and follow me into the palace to handle the case."

He was really lucky, and he was able to find a death case related to Wu Zheng's alchemy with just a quick look.

......

Dark Guard Camp.

Duan Yue blocked the door with a cold face, blocking the road.

"If you don't tell me, I won't let you go today."

Duan Qi looked at him and remained silent.

"Good Seventh Brother." Duan Yue hugged his arm, and began to act coquettishly, "Tell me, I'll just ask, what not to do, huh?"

Duan Qi was not used to such an intimate tone of his.

Duan Yue had never called him that in his previous life.

In his previous life, he was obviously very cold.

The embraced arm was stiff.He said dully, "You can't know."

"You all know, why can't I know? If you don't tell me, I'll ask Duan Si, the boss, or the old emperor, and someone will tell me."

"You can't ask His Majesty." Duan Qi suddenly grabbed his wrist and clenched it tightly: "You can't ask him."

Duan Yue pressed his shoulder with his backhand: "Then tell me."

Duan Qi stared into his eyes, overwhelmed by the trust in those clear eyes, and looked away with a stiff face.

"It's not that I won't tell you, it's just that I'm afraid you will get angry if you hear it."

Duan Yue became even more curious.

"What's the matter?"

At this time in his previous life, he was still obsessed with Prince Jing's beauty, following and monitoring him all day long, and he didn't care about other things at all, so even when Duan Twelve died, he didn't know anything.

Duan Qi glanced at him several times, and the broken pot fell out: "Your Majesty, I couldn't find a medicine to replace you, so I arrested a few people who looked like you from the dark guard camp and went to refine medicine."

Duan Yue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a few steps back.

Duan Qi saw that his expression turned pale in an instant, couldn't accept it for a while, paused, and said: "Duan Twelve, I have persuaded him several times, but His Majesty refused to listen."

Duan Yue's eyes darkened, and he quickly supported the wall to stabilize his figure.

His voice was hoarse as if it had been scraped by a knife, and the expression on his face was half a smile.

"Brother Seven, do you think Little Twelfth Brother is similar to me?"

Duan Qi frowned first, then glanced at his figure, suddenly remembered something, his hands trembled, and he also showed surprise.

"I see."

In the previous life, Duan Twelve died for no apparent reason, and no one knew what happened. They only thought that he offended His Majesty, and that's why he suffered misfortune.

Only Duan Yue and Duan Qi, who followed King Jing later, knew that Duan Twelve's death was caused by King Jing.

But the two of them have too little information, and they don't know the details of the inside story.

When Duan Yue said this, Duan Qi suddenly realized.

Duan Twelve died for Duan Yue!

King Jing must have told him something before he made up his mind to replace Duan Yue in the alchemy furnace!

Duan Yue entered the camp late and was the youngest person in the dark guard camp, followed by Duan Twelve.

Duan Twelve is one year older than him, and they are the same in height and shape, even in martial arts.

In the entire dark guard camp, if you want to say that the person who resembles Duan Yue the most, besides Duan Shishi, who else?

Duan Qi even remembered an inconspicuous prophecy in the Qin Tianjian, saying that Duan Yue was a lucky star who came to protect the Emperor Star, and must not be killed.As a last resort, if you commit a capital crime, you can only find someone who was born in the same year, the same month, the same day, has the same horoscope and has a close relationship as a substitute.

Qin Tianjian... Qin Tianjian, but King Jing's power!

Duan Yue's face was pale, and his lips trembled: "It's because of me, I killed Twelve, it was me..."

Duan Twelve died for him without saying a word, but what would he be doing.

He was still obsessed with Prince Jing's face and couldn't extricate himself. He was still going through life and death for him, and he was still brooding over the private meeting between him and Zhao Jingyou.

In fact, he knew that Prince Jing's death had something to do with Duan Twelve's death, so he chose to ignore it all the time and continued to work for Prince Jing.

He keeps saying that he wants to protect his good brother, but the fact is that a selfish person like him is not worthy of being their brother at all.

Duan Yue lost his mind, staggered, turned and walked out the door.

Duan Qi followed behind him: "Sixteen, don't worry."

He didn't know about Duan Yue's rebirth, he only thought that he was worried about Duan Twelve's safety, and that's why he was so panic-stricken.

Duan Yue's face was pale, his heart was like a blunt knife, and he couldn't talk too much to him.

"...I'm going to find Twelve, I'm worried."

"That......"

Duan Qi was about to say that I would accompany you, but the hidden guard outside the door rushed to report: "My lord, His Highness has something to tell you, please go back quickly."

Duan Qi also has his own master, so he didn't make any fooling around with him.

Duan Yue touched his face, trying to make himself look normal.

"Seventh brother, you go, I'm fine, I can go alone."

Duan Qi gave him a serious look: "Don't act impulsively." Duan Yue nodded and assured him before leaving.

As soon as the person left, Duan Yue vented all his strength and fell to the ground.

He was full of guilt and remorse.

Some time ago, helping Prince Jing everywhere was nothing short of a joke.

Duan Yue never thought that one day he would become the kind of person he hates the most.

Time waits for no one, he doesn't know when Duan Twelve will die, so he can't afford it.

Duan Yue gritted his teeth and got up, and quickly rushed to the Pharmacy Bureau.

Chang'an implements the control of medicinal materials, and the Department of Pharmacy is the organization that coordinates and dispatches the medicinal materials of the entire Chang'an City.

Since the death of the genius doctor, the position in charge of the Pharmacy Bureau has been held by Wu Zheng, a celestial master recommended by Concubine Zhuang Gui.

Duan Twelve is an apprentice of a genius doctor, he is very talented, and his status in the Pharmacy Bureau is not low.

When he asked the guards, he found out where Duan Twelve was, and quickly ran towards the alchemy room.

He came at an unfortunate time, Duan Twelve was not there, only the celestial master and a group of palace people were in front of the alchemy room, Duan Yue kicked the door open regardless of the obstruction.

Tianshi Wu Zheng is a young man with slender eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, and a thin white face. He is not embarrassed. His facial features can be called Zhou Zheng, but he has an evil spirit.

He was not surprised when he saw Duan Yue, he smiled and said: "My lord Sixteen came to visit, and it is really a sin to welcome him far away."

Duan Yue walked up to him with a cold face, grabbed his skirt and lifted it up: "Where is Twelve?"