Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

After Duan Yue left, Prince Jing struggled to get off the couch.

He hadn't had a drop of water for two days, and his throat was so dry and torn that he had to find some water.

But he forgot that the veins in his hands and feet had been severed by concubine Zhuang Guifei. Even though Duan Yue connected them for him, he was still unable to walk.

As soon as he got into bed, he fell to his knees and gnawed on the plaster all over his body.

Prince Jing closed his eyes and squeezed his fingertips tightly.

Since Duan Yue came to him, he took care of everything meticulously.

He hadn't tasted such powerlessness for a long time.

But now, the little dark guard is tired of him, and he can only rely on himself.

King Jing endured the discomfort in his heart, and crawled slowly on the ground with both hands and feet, and with difficulty, he scrambled to the table and took down the teapot.

There was a rancid smell in the water, the mouth was dirty, and the water quality was turbid.

Compared with the mountain spring tea he drank in the past, it is inferior by many times.

But Prince Jing didn't care about it, he raised his head and poured water down his throat until there was not a drop left.

He wiped his mouth with the same unclean sleeve, climbed back to the couch, and was about to close his eyes and adjust his breath when there was a knock on the temple door.

A handsome young eunuch walked in with a smile and a treacherous voice.

"Your Highness, yo, you are awake."

Prince Jing raised his eyelids coldly.

Wang Dian.

The godson recognized by the chief eunuch Wang Lin.Cruel and ruthless, he is a good hand at eating inside and outside.In the end, he defected to his command, and in order to show his loyalty, he burned his godfather to death alive.

Prince Jing lowered his eyes, hiding the calculations in his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Wang Dian came up to him with a playful smile, "Isn't this the Lord Long Live who specially ordered his servants to visit you when he heard that you were back?"

Emperor Zhongcheng?

If he doesn't look forward to his own death, he is showing mercy, how can he care about his own life or death.

Prince Jing kept his face blank and didn't answer.

Wang Dian looked at his expression carefully, and smiled: "Your Highness, Long Live Lord said that the matter of the golden hairpin has been found out, and he misunderstood you, so please don't take it to heart."

"Look, Lord Long Live heard that you were injured. These are the wound medicines bestowed on you by the emperor, and they are worth thousands of gold! Other highnesses can't ask for it. Lord Long Live still spoils you."

pet?

If you spoil him, will you let him suffer all kinds of humiliation in the cold palace?

If you spoil him, will you indiscriminately slander him for stealing?

To pet him is to send a can of wound medicine to kill him after hearing that he was seriously injured.

Just by smelling it, Prince Jing knew what kind of poison was hidden in the medicine.

His good father, this is trying to poison his own son to death!

Prince Jing raised his head and finally reacted, showing a flattered and terrified expression: "Father, father really said that? Will he believe me?"

Seeing his reaction, Wang Dian was more than half relieved, and said with a smile, "Isn't it! Lord Long Live blamed himself for this matter for a long time, and he still can't eat and choke, thinking about your injury!"

Since I was thinking about it, why didn't I come to see him in person, instead ordering an eunuch to bring poison?

Prince Jing's peach-blossom pupils were filled with ice and snow, which was piercingly cold.

It's just that there was just the right amount of emotion on his face, and he kept saying thanks.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Wang Dian smiled a little wider.

Seeing that he was not used, he was still a little uneasy: "If not, how about the slave giving the medicine for His Highness first? I can report back to the Lord Long Live."

Prince Jing pinched his fingertips, but he didn't show any abnormality, he just smiled and said, "Then I will trouble my eunuch."

After saying that, he turned around and took off his clothes.

"Hey, this wound...who bandaged His Highness?"

Wang Dian was surprised, the medicine he used was even better than the one given by Long Live God, and the technique was also very particular.

His Highness the Fourth Highness is a loser in the cold palace, can there be noble people to help?

Prince Jing's expression was indifferent: "It's just a lowly slave, not worth mentioning."

He removed the finely tied bandage, as if he didn't feel any pain, he wiped the medicine off the wound indiscriminately: "Grandpa, apply the medicine."

Wang Dian looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't see anything from that extremely calm face.

"Hey, good. Please bear with me, Your Highness."

He just walked around the scene, smeared it a few times at random, then closed the bandage, raised his hand and said goodbye.

Prince Jing fumbled for it by himself, tied the knot, and said calmly, "Elder-in-law, I'm inconvenient, so I can't send it away."

Wang Dian smiled and said it was all right, and led the people away

When he came to the gate of the palace, he seemed to feel something, and looked back.

Seeing the proud son of heaven who was once full of arrogance, sitting quietly on the couch, his unkempt hair and face could not stop his power that should not be underestimated.

The sun fell at his feet, but couldn't shine into those cold and beautiful peach eyes.

He is like a life-seeker who stepped out of the abyss, vowing to drag all the villains who bullied him into hell.

Wang Dian laughed at his own thoughts.

The Fourth Highness is so weak, even being bullied by the Third Highness, a person who would only hide in a corner and cry secretly, how could he dare to kill someone.

He went back to the imperial study to report, saying that he had sent the wound medicine and wiped it on for His Royal Highness himself.

Emperor Zhongcheng was swaying his brush and ink, and a powerful and majestic "dragon" character was printed on the rice paper, which was chilling and awe-inspiring.

"Oh? He didn't doubt it? Didn't he refuse?"

"Looking at it, my servant, there shouldn't be any. His Highness is so grateful that he wept bitterly."

Emperor Zhongcheng smiled and remained silent.

Wang Dian said: "My servant sees that His Royal Highness is very well-behaved, and he is not like those who are like wolfish and ambitious people. Long live Lord can relax."

Emperor Zhongcheng was noncommittal.

"Even if he has it, he won't let others see it."

Wang Dian agreed a few times with a shy face, and said, "Speaking of which, there is a strange thing."

"Say."

"When the slave was applying the medicine for His Highness Fourth Highness, he saw that his wound had already been bandaged. I don't know who helped him. Look, it's still a very good medicine for wounds."

Emperor Zhong Cheng paused, his pen stopped, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Duan Yue..."

Duan Yue has not given a name at this moment, Wang Dian does not know who he is talking about, and his expression is puzzled: "Who are you talking about?"

Emperor Zhong Cheng narrowed his eyes, put down his pen, and said calmly, "Go and tell Mr. Tan Gui about the fourth brother's injury."

Tan Guiren is the birth mother of the third prince. Her mother's family has declined and her status is not high. She has no sense of presence in the palace on weekdays.

The third prince is smart and clever, but he is reckless, and I heard that he often leads people to bully the fourth prince.

Wang Dian didn't know what His Majesty meant, and he didn't dare to speculate too much, so he bowed down to do it.

Leng Gong.

Not long after Wang Dian left, Prince Jing took off the bandage again, endured the severe pain of tearing flesh and blood, and dug out all the medicine that had just been applied.

Most of his body has deep cracks that can be seen in the bones, and the feeling of poking in and messing with his fingers is really uncomfortable.

Prince Jing's head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and he fell on the couch and gasped for breath.

It would be great if Duan Yue was there.

He thought, Duan Yue would never let himself be in such a mess.

Even if he is assassinated, he will not leave half a scar on his body

Because Duan Yue was by his side.

As long as the little dark guard is there, he will always protect him, blocking all swords and swords.

He remembered that the little dark guard didn't even know how to treat wounds before he recognized him as his master.

But after he got to his side, he was injured by the knife all day long, and no one paid attention to it, so he could only grope for the medicine by himself, so he practiced the good technique of bandaging with one hand.

It's a pity that the little dark guard has despised him for some reason in this life.

Prince Jing was deep in thought, thinking about how he had offended Duan Yue in the past.

Suddenly there were a few noises outside the hall, and someone was coming.

He raised his head, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.