Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"I-I can't guess..."

Prince Jing panted heavily, and couldn't help pressing his scorching cheeks against Duan Yue's neck, absorbing the slightly refreshing coolness.

Duan Yue was scratched by his hot breath, his whole body was uncomfortable, his neck shrank, and he said in disgust, "Don't stick to me, can you?"

"Hot..." Prince Jing's eyes were blurred, and his consciousness was no longer clear: "Sixteen, sixteen...what to do..."

"How do I know what to do, cold salad." Duan Yue pulled out a hand and slapped his head towards him: "Keep your mouth away, don't touch my neck, if you stick it again, I'll throw you away, believe it or not?"

King Jing gasped more and more, but he didn't dare to touch him anymore, shivering all over, and huddled pitifully on his back.

Wang Dian saw his Highness being humped back from a long distance away, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Oh, my lord, what's the matter?"

Duan Yue was worried about being watched, so he only said: "Drunk, His Highness the Sixth Highness asked me to send him back."

"The servant is going to make hangover soup."

"Come back." Duan Yue pulled him back, "No need, just find a few basins of ice and bring them over."

"Ice, ice cubes?" Wang Dian looked at his highness in surprise, "Does your highness want a cold bath?"

"Why ask so many questions, just do it."

After he finished speaking, he paused, remembering that his family was very poor, and said: "If there is no ice, you can just grab a few handfuls of snow from the yard."

Wang Dian nodded repeatedly, and really found a small shovel to shovel the snow.

Duan Yue twitched the corner of his mouth.

King Jing is really poor.

He poured several pots of snow into the tub to melt water, picked Prince Jing up from the couch, took off the quilt and threw it in.

Prince Jing's eyes were red, he put his arms around his neck and refused to let go: "It's cold."

"I don't care if you're cold or not, get down quickly."

Duan Yue looked down at him condescendingly, "You are poisoned by love, don't think I'll find someone to relieve it for you, bear it by yourself."

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter whether Prince Jing was willing or not, he slapped someone into the bottom of the water.

King Jing shivered all over, and immediately emerged from the water, his lips turned purple from the cold, and even his breathing was cold.

He grabbed the edge of the bathtub and said with difficulty: "If you get drunk for a day, if you don't have sex, you will die."

Duan Yue moved a small bench and sat aside with Erlang's legs up, as steady as an old dog: "Who said that?"

"It's well known."

"A few nonsense." Duan Yue snorted lightly: "The enduring is over, I can bear it, why can't you bear it? Are you not a man?"

Prince Jing was so blocked that he couldn't explain it. He stared at him for a while, then suddenly pursed his lips, and plunged into the snowy water without showing his head for a long time.

Duan Yue raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing? Sulking? You're going to be shameless."

A string of bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.

Duan Yue was speechless, and pulled him out: "You want to suffocate yourself?"

Prince Jing's face was pale, and his jet-black hair was dripping with water, clinging to his snow-white skin, inexplicably alluring.

With his slender eyelashes drooping, he said hoarsely, "I'm going to die anyway, you might as well let me die with dignity."

Duan Yue patted his little face: "Don't worry, with me here, I will never make your death so happy."

When he was given to the third prince by Prince Jing before, he had fed this poison with his own hands.

So later, Prince Jing always thought that he was innocent and no longer around.

But in fact, the third prince did not touch him personally, but sent him to the brothel for torture, to see if he would not be able to withstand the temptation and lose his virginity.

The dark guards have undergone various training since childhood, including resisting lust.

So that night, he didn't touch anyone, and survived by gritting his teeth with his own will.

Prince Jing thought he was dirty and hated him for losing his virginity.

But he didn't know that for Duan Shiliu in his previous life, the power of getting drunk for a day was not even as effective as Prince Jing's face.

Duan Chuchu's smile can make him live or die, let him go through fire and water, and he will do whatever he wants.

But it's useless to say that now.No matter how affectionate, all become the past.

Duan Yue withdrew his thoughts, looked at the dying young man in the bathtub, and hooked his lips: "Your Highness, if you really can't bear it, why don't you help me relieve it?"

After a pause, Duan Chuchu tremblingly raised his eyelashes to look at him: "Why, how... relieve?"

Duan Yue remained silent, his slender and slender wrists plunged into the ice water and probed down.

Prince Jing held his breath, clasping his fingers tightly to the edge of the barrel, not daring to move.

He felt the soft right hand of the little dark guard, pushing away layers of water marks, and poked it between his legs.

"Ten, sixteen..." His voice was hoarse and trembling, and he couldn't help but tighten his thighs.

Duan Yue smiled at him, and put his palm on his lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, slowly cross into the internal force.

Prince Jing was startled again, but didn't react, and looked up at him blankly.

Duan Yue saw what was in his heart, and smiled: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Prince Jing's cheeks were hot, and he immediately looked back, pursed his dry lips, and turned his face away, not daring to look at him.

Duan Yue dissolved the power of the medicine for him, then withdrew his hand, wiped the water drops between his fingers with a handkerchief, and said:

"Your Highness the Seventh Prince is holding back. The amount of medicine is not much, and it will dissolve after two hours. You just wait, and I will come back to see later."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Prince Jing hurriedly got up to arrest him: "You want to leave?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense, my master is still waiting in the Hall of Fengyi, if I don't go to his place, why don't I stay here with you, an outsider?"

He opened Prince Jing's hand, turned and walked out the door.

Wang Dian sent him to the gate of the hall: "My lord, go slowly."

Duan Yue nodded: "Please trouble my father-in-law to take care of the Fourth Highness. If he cannot stand the cold and faints, please send someone to inform me."

Wang Dian nodded with a smile: "Slaves save me."

Duan Yue was relieved to leave.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the banquet in Fengyi Palace has already ended.

The Sixth Prince was holding the sleepy Ninth Prince and stood at the gate of the hall waiting for him.

"Sixteen, how is fourth brother?"

"He was poisoned by love, but it's not a serious problem. The servant has already relieved him."

The sixth prince had a strange expression: "You...you solved it?"

"That's right."

Duan Twelve also frowned: "How did you solve it?"

Duan Yue looked at them both strangely, "Throw it into the water, otherwise."

"..." Duan Twelve paused, but he didn't expect him to be so simple and rude.

The sixth prince is very worried about the safety of his fourth brother at this moment: "Fourth brother is not dead, is he?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, this servant knows it well."

If you were really counted, you wouldn't throw a person who was seriously injured, dying and poisoned into ice water.

The sixth prince sighed: "I'm fine here, if you're worried about fourth brother, go and guard him."

Duan Yue said frankly, "Your Highness, I'm not worried."

The sixth prince had no choice but to say: "I'm worried. Sixteen, you'd better go and watch for me. The fourth brother is weak and can't stand the cold."

Duan Yue nodded and watched him leave.

Duan Twelve carried the Ninth Prince on his back and walked with him.

"By the way, I just forgot to ask, what happened to Concubine Zhuang Gui and the Seventh Prince?"

"Your Majesty found a secret letter from the side hall. It is a letter from Concubine Zhuang Guifei conspiring with assassins to attack His Majesty."

Duan Twelve's face became serious, "Sixteen, do you still remember that His Majesty was assassinated twice before? It seems that it was all done by Concubine Zhuang."

Duan Yue nodded, of course he knew what the forged letter was.

What he cares about is: "How many people know about this?"

"Everyone present saw it. His Majesty was furious and locked the Seventh Prince and Concubine Zhuang into confinement. He ordered the rest of the people to keep their mouths shut and not to discuss this matter any more."

"So, His Majesty still doesn't plan to touch Concubine Zhuang for the time being."

"That's right. On the one hand, the origin of the letter is strange and needs to be investigated. On the other hand, the Zhuang family is powerful now. Several important matters such as the salt and iron trade and the spring embankment are still in their hands, and they cannot be easily moved."

Duan Yue is also aware of this, but feels a little pity.

The old emperor was so tolerant that even being cuckolded could keep his troops on hold, without knowing what he was planning.

After walking for a while, the two reached a fork.

Duan Yue stopped: "Anyway, it's a good thing. For the time being, she probably won't instigate Wu Zheng to do anything. Twelve, be careful."

Duan Twelve nodded, and looked at him worriedly: "You too, don't be impulsive."

Duan Yue chuckled lightly, and patted the little head of the Ninth Prince on his shoulder: "Your Highness Ninth, the slave is retiring."

The Ninth Prince half-opened his eyes in a daze, and opened his arms for him to hug: "Sixteen, hungry."

Duan Twelve quickly brought the child back: "Your Highness, Shiliu still has things to do, let's go back to the palace and make some milk."

The two said goodbye at the fork.

Duan Yue looked up at the sky, did not go back to the cold palace, but went to the second prince's residence, avoided eyeliner, and jumped onto the roof.

The lights were dim.

Duan Yunrui was still studying in the study, and the third prince was fiddling with wood carvings beside him, muttering bad things about Prince Jing.

Duan Yue held his breath, like an owl in the dark night, closed his eyes and hid in the darkness, waiting for a long time in silence.

Finally, the third prince opened his mouth and yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"Brother, I'm sleepy."

Duan Yunrui glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, "It's getting late, let's go, go back and rest."

The third prince immediately jumped up, put away the tools at hand, and went out with him.

The lights in the study were blown out, the copper lock fell, and the human voice was silent.

Duan Yue just opened his eyes, jumped off the roof, opened the window and went in.

He followed Duan Yunrui before and found that in his study, there was an unknown secret passage leading to the outside of the palace.

He guessed that the Huomen gun bought from Zhao Jingyou was hidden there.

Duan Yue unscrewed the second bamboo and wood volume on the left side of the bookshelf, and the door of the darkroom opened with a sound. He blew on a torch and walked in quietly.

......

The third prince walked not far away and looked back.

"Brother, tell me, will Duan Shiliu really come?"

"Since he searched under the order of his father, he naturally wouldn't do nothing. Don't worry, he won't find anything."

The third prince nodded, and said worriedly: "But brother, don't forget, you promised me not to hurt Shiliu."

Duan Yunrui lowered his head and glanced at him: "Duan Shiliu is so good, you have missed him for so long."

"You don't understand." The third prince had an inscrutable expression on his face, "This is called fate."

Duan Yunrui shook his head and said nothing.

......

Duan Yue turned back soon.

As expected, at the end of the secret passage was an abandoned old house, inside which were stacked three boxes of muskets and dozens of assassins.

Now that the location of the Huomen gun has been determined, the rest is to report to the old emperor.

This time, even if the Second Prince could not be brought down, it would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Duan Yue returned to the cold palace.

Wang Dian stood in front of the door with an anxious expression on his face: "My lord, you are finally back."

"What's wrong."

"Your Highness...Your Highness has fainted. He has a fever all over his body, and he can't wake up. The slave is almost out of breath. You should go and have a look!"