Chapter 37.2
His good senior brother really didn’t know anything at all, in fact, the Great Witch had already known that there were two people inside the room before they came in.
However, it was also this anomaly that made Yu Beizhou discover some details that he hadn’t noticed before. The general in red nimbly tilted his head away from Zong Luo’s hand, blinking his eyelashes like crow feathers.
Through the obscurity of the medicinal liquid, Yu Beizhou blatantly looked at the fit body under the water.
Even after a year of his escape by feigning death, Zong Luo never neglected to exercise, and insisted on getting up in the morning to practice with his sword every day.
After the whole body was dipped in the scalding water, the thin unlined inner garment became sparse and transparent, firmly sticking to the body, and outlining the beautifully shaped muscles……There were also those criss-crossing scars, one after another, indescribably beautiful.
Yu Beizhou had a special physique, he had an exceptional recovery ability, and was rarely left with scars. His hands didn’t even have the calluses left from years of sword practice. The only scar on him was on the tiger’s mouth, the one that was cut by Zong Luo in the Ghost Valley back then.
(t/n tiger’s mouth-part of the hand between the thumb and the index finger.)
Zong Luo was different.
These scars, which were obviously ferocious and ugly, were left on the slightly pale and slender limbs of the prince in white, however, it also looked as good as a painting.
Just like now, Yu Beizhou looked at them and started snorting bubbles happily again.
He could clearly count the scars on Zong Luo’s body, which ones were left in which battles……and which ones were left by him, with familiarity.
In his previous life, Zong Luo’s corpse was placed in his sleeping chamber, and he had already touched it all over. Zong Luo may not remember some scars, but Yu Beizhou still remembered them clearly.
Sure enough, it’s more fun to have a living senior brother. A dead one is too boring.
This life should be fun and enjoyable.
Zong Luo, who was waiting for the Great Witch’s pulse diagnosis, felt a chill.
He could feel a very aggressive gaze looking at him underwater, and he didn’t need to think to know that it was Yu Beizhou who was planning some bad ideas again.
However, the wing room was quiet at present, the Great Witch’s eyes were slightly closed, and the silk thread was pressed on by the fingertips, as if asleep.
Zong Luo didn’t want the other to find out that there was someone at the bottom of the water, but that certain person’s eyes were simply too presumptuous, thus he felt impatient and bent his knees.
However, in the next second, hot fingertips grabbed his ankle.
This temperature was even hotter than the water in the witch medicinal pool, like a carnivorous beast that devours humans, taking a hold of him, and making him have to concentrate all his energy on his ankle.
Being caught suddenly, Zong Luo almost bounced up reflexively.
People who practice martial arts have always had the habit of not being close to others.
Clatter——
There was a sudden sound of water splashing.
“Pardon me, my legs are a bit numb.”
Zong Luo changed his posture with a little embarrassment, and kicked Yu Beizhou underwater at the same time.
However, the latter was now like a fish in water, wanton and rampant. Zong Luo was on par with Yu Beizhou when using both hands, however, let alone that they’re still in the water, he only had his two legs to use, which put him in an extremely passive situation.
There were not many situations where his senior brother acknowledged defeat like this.
With his eyes bent, Yu Beizhou slowly approached this person with great interest in his heart.
The scorching hot fingers with well-defined knuckles casually tapped along the back of the other’s slender and beautiful hand, and then retreated as if merely having a taste.
The swaying, long hair under the water spreaded out, undulating like algae, and a few of them brushed against Yu Beizhou’s cheeks, bringing a tingling sensation that made him couldn’t help but laugh.
In fact, Yu Beizhou was indeed laughing.
Because Zong Luo didn’t know where it would fall next time, the feeling of an approaching danger made him tensed up all over.
Will it be the heart, the pulse, or some fatal acupoint?
Because of the nervousness, his skin eventually gained some color, and it rushed up from his slender neck, and scattered some against the swaying waves, causing his throat to turn dry for no reason.
Such a tense response greatly pleased the person underwater.
Yu Beizhou let out a low laugh from his throat, lovingly stroking the hideous scars.
This time, his laughter was undisguised, and could be heard clearly through the medicinal liquid.
Shua–
At the same time, with the tinkling of the witch bell, the silk thread tied to Zong Luo’s hand was finally withdrawn.
The Great Witch said indifferently, “Your Highness’s eyes are not completely damaged, but the blood stasis in the meridians has not healed. You only need to massage frequently every day, supplemented by rubbing precious medicinal herbs, to dissolve the blood stasis, and then you can recover.”
Zong Luo bit his lower lip, controlled himself not to care about the messy hands under the water, and reluctantly replied, “…Thank you, Your Excellency.”
“You still need to soak in the medicinal bath frequently.” The Great Witch put away the thread, and paused for a rare moment, “One person soaks in the pool of medicine, usually the best results are achieved, and will disperse the effectiveness of the medicine.”
He continued in a tactful tone, “Some of the medicines in this medicinal pool only blooms and bear fruit once a year, so it’s a pity to waste them. Next time…Your Highness, it’s better to soak alone.”
Zong Luo: “…..”
Of course. Good! It turns out that the Great Witch has already discovered Yu Beizhou a long time ago!
He also didn’t know how to answer for a while, but it seemed that the Great Witch didn’t intend to inquire about the prince’s personal privacy, and after speaking, left as if nothing had happened.
When the sound of the door opening came and when the wooden door of the wing room closed again, the palm of the prince in white was filled with true Qi, and he slapped the surface of the medicinal bath with it.
In an instant, the medicinal liquid rose from the edges of his palm, splashing a curtain of water that went straight to the beams of the room.
“Yu, Bei, Zhou!”
Zong Luo gritted his teeth and said word by word. “Get out of here!!”
In this water curtain, Yu Beizhou’s smile deepened.
His ink hair was soaked, dripping water at the ends, the bright crimson silk cloth became more and more gorgeous, and the silver-white breastplate was washed to a shiny finish, he was like a devil emerging from the bottom of the water.
The young general leaned down, picked up a strand of Zong Luo’s loose long hair, and there was an obvious playfulness in his raised phoenix eyes.
“I can tell why Senior brother is in such a good mood today, and why he is willing to talk to me for so long.”
Yu Beizhou elongated his voice, appearing to be particularly malicious, “It turns out that Senior brother…..really can’t see with his eyes now.”
