Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

In the chaos of consciousness, Prince Jing had a dream.

Dreaming of his previous life, the night he sent Duan Yue to the Third Prince's mansion, he personally fed him a glass of wine.

I was drunk for a day under the wine.

But he lied to Duan Yue that it was a reward for completing the task.

Duan Yue knew nothing.

At that time, the hidden guard was still young and innocent, and even happily thought that the master was pampering him.

It wasn't until he was stripped of his clothes, put into a cage, and sent to the Third Prince's carriage that he dazedly understood what had happened.

He desperately suppressed his lust, begging, not to abandon him.

Prince Jing had already forgotten what kind of mood he had at that time, looking at the pitiful hidden guard in front of him who was being slaughtered by others.

He looks like an outsider, looking at himself back then, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, frivolously raised the guard's chin, and said to him:

"Your humble and ugly body has finally come in handy."

ugly.

Yes, Duan Yue's body is almost covered with indelible scars due to years of injuries.

At that time, he only felt that the body was deformed and humble.

But I never thought about who these injuries were for.

The little dark guard stared blankly at him, his eyes flickered, flickering and dimming.

He felt that it was an eyesore, so he withdrew his hand and pushed him into the abyss: "It is also your blessing to be favored by Duan Yunchen. Get lost, from now on you are no longer a member of Prince Jing's residence, don't appear in front of this king again."

The cage door was locked, and the carriage drove away.

The last look was Duan Yue's dark and lifeless eyes.

Like a needle piercing his heart.

King Jing gasped heavily and suddenly woke up.

The little dark guard in the dream was standing right in front of him, bending over to touch the tip of his nose, with an indistinguishable expression.

Seeing him wake up, Duan Yue paused before withdrawing his hand.

"I thought you were dead, why are you so weak."

Prince Jing was still immersed in his dream, staring at him blankly: "You are still alive."

"?" Duan Yue frowned: "Are you stupid?"

Prince Jing's heart suddenly fell, he let out a long breath, and covered his brows and eyes with his hands: "I had a nightmare, it was about you."

"... Oh." Duan Yue was not interested.

He dragged the man out of the tub, wrapped him in a clean bathrobe, threw him on the couch, shook off the quilt and threw it to him.

"Don't freeze to death, or His Highness Six will be sad."

Prince Jing's face was pale, he got into the quilt by himself, wrung out his long wet hair, and sat on the edge of the couch.

In his previous life, he didn't care about Duan Yue, and he couldn't even remember what he did to him.

After Duan Yue got drunk for a day, he didn't know exactly how he got over it, and what kind of torture he suffered under Duan Yunchen's men.

Obviously they have been together for six years, facing each other day and night.

But he knew so little about the little dark guard, even worse than a stranger.

"... Duan Sixteen."

"Huh?" Duan Yue was warming the water with his internal strength, when he heard this, he snorted and said without raising his head, "What?"

Prince Jing opened and closed his thin lips, wanting to ask something.

But fell silent again.

Duan Yue was waiting for him to say something, but after waiting for a long time, he raised his eyes suspiciously.

Seeing the young man's face pale, his thoughts shrunk into a ball in disbelief, his usually cold peach blossom eyes rarely floated.

"Could it be that the poison hasn't been cured yet?" Duan Yue tilted his head, put down the water glass, bent over and grabbed his wrist.

Prince Jing flinched, but couldn't dodge.

The other party was very close to him, with slender and strong fingers, like a chain, which seemed to hold him tightly around his side.

"It should be fine." Duan Yue lightly pressed his beating pulse with his fingertips, his eyes were clear: "Do you still want to do it?"

Prince Jing's pupils shrank.

The scenes of Duan Yue being abused in the dream came to his mind one by one.

Depressed panting, painful tears, cold body, pale face, and bright red blood.

Scenes of weird dreams were intertwined into terrifying memories, frantically trying to drag him into the abyss, let him take a good look at what kind of torture the little dark guard suffered in his previous life.

Prince Jing closed his eyes, and suddenly pushed Duan Yue out.

"leave me alone!"

Duan Yue was unprepared, and fell to the ground, his face distorted in pain.

"You mother... are you sick? Why are you going crazy?"

Prince Jing's expression changed several times, and finally turned away cruelly, not looking at him: "Get out."

Duan Yue hissed, "You want me to stay here but I still refuse, something is wrong."

He turned and left, closing the door with a bang.

The loud sound shook Prince Jing's heart, causing his eyelashes to tremble violently.

……

Duan Yue walked forward with a gloomy face.

Wang Dian followed carefully: "My lord, how is your Highness...?"

"I can't die, I still have the strength to drive people away."

Duan Yue kicked a stone flying, and the sharp thorns sank into the wall, smashing a crack.

Wang Dian swallowed, and silently took half a step away from him: "My lord, go slowly."

Duan Yue was about to step out of the palace gate, when he remembered something, he turned around and handed him a token: "Take my ID card, and go to the warehouse to get some charcoal fire and medicinal materials."

Wang Dian paused, and immediately realized that this was for His Highness the Fourth Highness.

"Thank you, my lord, you really have a heart."

Duan Yue didn't answer.

The little yellow book ding-dong: "[Helping King Jing survive the winter] The task progress is 100/100, and one thousand gold coins and five packs of kiss burns have arrived in the account, please check it with Dad."

Duan Yue smiled and left satisfied.

He originally made an appointment with Prince Jing to go wandering at night.

But when he arrived, he waited at the gate of the palace for a long time and didn't see anyone. He probably couldn't hold on anymore and had already fallen asleep, so he didn't wait any longer and slipped into the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone.

At the gate of the hall, there were ten imperial guards, ten Dongchang Fanzi, and people from the secret guard battalion in the dark. It was not easy to sneak in. If there was a fight, more people would besiege him, and he had no chance of winning.

Duan Yue waited patiently for more than an hour, seeing the timing of the shift change, his figure was as fast as the wind, quickly leaped from the treetops to the roof, and sneaked into the window silently.

"Who?"

A depressing low voice sounded beside his ears, and a sharp dagger lay across his neck.

He was really lucky, he was discovered by the people from the Dark Guard camp just as he got in, before he got up.

Duan Yue raised his head, and the handsome face of the young man was reflected in the moonlight.

"it's me."

"Why is it you." Duan Yi rolled his eyelids, but did not withdraw his weapon: "Why don't you guard the Sixth Highness, why are you here at the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Duan Yue raised his hands and moved away from the blade: "Brother, if you have something to say, don't do it."

Duan Yi was not moved, he glanced up and down at him, saw that he was not armed, put away the dagger, turned around and jumped onto the beam.

Duan Yue breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

There were two hidden guards squatting on the beam, and when they saw him coming, they smiled and said hello: "Hey, Xiao Shiliu, what a coincidence, are you here to kill the king?"

Duan Yue's eyes twitched: "No."

"That's good, we can't bear to kill Xiao Shiliu."

Duan Yi said coldly: "Shut up, don't talk nonsense, go and be alert."

The two dark guards laughed and took the order, and flew away.

Only then did Duan Yi look at Duan Yue: "Come on, what are you doing here?"

"Do you know where His Majesty put the longevity pill?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why, it's just adding some ingredients." Duan Yue blinked and shook his arm: "Good brother, help me."

"You want to assassinate His Majesty, have you asked the commander?"

"I won't let the old emperor die, just suffer a little bit, who told him to be so bad to the commander."

Duan Yi glanced at the beauty on the old emperor's bed, and was silent for a moment: "Everything is normal tonight, I didn't see anything."

Duan Yue frowned and smiled.

Fortunately, under the cover of night, his passive skills were not activated.

The longevity pill is placed in the dark compartment.

Duan Yue opened it in a familiar way, took out the pill bottle, and wrapped a layer of new laxative produced by the system on the pill.

According to the instructions, after taking it, the symptoms are like poisoning, the heart and abdomen are unbearable, and the whole body festers like a ghost, and it will be relieved after one month.

This shit is perfect for the dog emperor.

Duan Yue hooked his lips, returned the longevity pill to its original position, and walked away.

Liang Shangduan looked at his back, thought for a while, took out a small notebook from his arms, and wrote down:

On December [-], Duan Shiliu asked for help, but the fee was not paid.

Scanning up, there is a whole page, and I remember that it is almost all the monthly silver owed by Duan Yue for various absenteeism.

A total of 120 taels is owed, and the repayment date is Lichun, and the overdue is doubled in days.

In addition, the creditor himself is not aware of this matter.

……

Not long after Duan Yue took the medicine, he heard the news that the emperor had poisoned him.

After diagnosis and treatment, the imperial doctor said that there was something wrong with Changsheng Pill.

Panicked, Wu Zheng shifted the responsibility to Duan Yue, saying that it was because he did not cooperate with alchemy and lacked a key medicinal material that caused the problem of longevity pill.

Duan Yue was called into the palace soon.

Several princes were there at that time.

A curtain was drawn in front of the old emperor's dragon couch, so his face could not be seen clearly.

The miasma in the hall was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine, as well as the smell of rotting dead flesh.

Xiao Huangshu took a photo for Duan Yue to see.

Emperor Zhong Cheng's handsome face was ruined, and his whole body was covered with extremely ugly scars, bleeding pus and bleeding, terrifying like ghosts.

No wonder there is no way to meet people.

Duan Yue laughed unceremoniously from the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, he didn't show any abnormalities, and coldly cupped his hands: "The servant pays homage to the Holy One, the Holy One Jin'an."

Wu Zheng snorted coldly: "If you sincerely pray for His Majesty's Jinan, you should donate your heart and soul for medicine, instead of trying to shirk and fear death here!"

The third prince stepped forward excitedly: "What nonsense are you talking about! What did Shiliu do, why do you think he is Yaoyin? I also said you are Yaoyin, do you dare to cut your heart!"

"Third Highness, I'm not talking nonsense. Duan Shiliutian's medicinal body has the blessing of protecting the spirit of the real dragon. This is an oracle."

"Bullshit oracle!" The third prince rushed out and knelt on the ground, "Father, don't listen to this fake Taoist's nonsense! You are the emperor, how could you need the blood of a hidden guard to continue your life? This fake Taoist must be thinking harm you!"

Duan Yue was a little surprised when he saw that his face was blushing and his neck was thick enough to protect his eyes.

Although the third prince is stupid, he is also a selfish and arrogant person after all.

He didn't expect that this person would offend the old emperor for him.

He glanced at Prince Jing in the crowd.

Duan Chuchu stood there motionless, not even looking at him.

Duan Yue shook his head.

Lord Dog is not even as good as a dog.

Although most of the favors were for missions and revenge, Duan Yue thought he was pretty good to him, but when he was in danger, he didn't even blink.

Even if it is really a vicious dog, it still knows how to repay kindness, King Jing is not as good as a dog.

However, he has long recognized the nature of this person.

Duan Yue shook his head, stopped the sixth prince who wanted to ask for love, and took a step forward.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. The slave didn't know about the medicine in advance, which caused Your Majesty to suffer."

Emperor Zhongcheng coughed weakly, and said hoarsely: "Yun Yue, it's not your fault, there is no need to apologize, don't waste your heart and blood, you should go back first, and discuss it with the imperial physician..."

"No!" Duan Yue shook his head resolutely: "Since the slave already knows, how dare he steal his life? Your Majesty has an order, and the slave will be willing to die!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Wang Lin, with a look of death on his face: "Elder-in-law, please take the knife."