Although Luo Beiyu and his guards were beaten miserably, it was only trauma after all.
In Muyan's hands, it was cured casually.
Luo Beiyu frowned as he drank a bowl of medicine in suspense.
As soon as he put down the medicine bowl, he saw a row of strong men from Moying standing in front of his bed.
All of them were ferocious, as if they wanted to skin him and dismember him.
"You... what are you doing!" Luo Beiyu's voice trembled unconsciously.
I was really scared just now.
Just as he was wondering, he heard the man who just punched him for the first time say in a rough voice, "Tell me, how are you going to punish us?"
"ah?"
"Ah what? If you don't punish us, the little master will definitely pick us up later."
Seeing Luo Beiyu's bewildered expression, Guan Hu was even more annoyed.
He looked at him from beginning to end, from left to right, and the more he looked at him, the more unhappy he became.
With the appearance of such a weak chicken, he can think that this person is the apprentice of the young lady, so he is a ghost.
You can't blame them if you get beaten up!
"Are you really Miss's apprentice?" The disdain in the tone was almost full.
When Luo Beiyu heard this, he immediately exploded, "Of course I am Master's apprentice!!"
This group of people can question his status as a prince, but they cannot question his relationship with his master and junior brother.
Guan Hu curled his lips and said, "With your weak appearance, how can you look like the young lady's apprentice? And how can you look like the young master's junior?"
Unexpectedly, Luo Beiyu was not ashamed or upset when others scolded him as a weakling.
On the contrary, he was confident, "It's not martial arts that I learned from Master. Whether I'm weak or not has nothing to do with whether I'm Master's disciple or not?"
"It's not martial arts? What is that? Could it be medical skills?"
Luo Beiyu shook his head with an inscrutable expression on his face.
"Isn't it medical skills? Is it refining medicine?"
Continue to shake your head.
This time, the people in Mo Ying were really curious.
"What did you learn from Miss?"
Luo Beiyu showed a mysterious smile, and then asked someone to fetch the package on the side, and took out a framed scroll from it.
When the scroll was slowly opened, all the rough guys in Mo Ying saw the lifelike painting on it, and everyone turned to petrification.
"This, this... what is this?!" Guan Hu used his rough, duck-like voice to forcefully utter a shrill cry like a eunuch.
The other Moying people were also stunned, their expressions dull.
Really, the scene on this screen is too unacceptable.
In the painting was a seven-foot man just like them, but he was wearing a light gauze, posing in a drunken and enchanting posture.
The picture is still very beautiful, the face of the seven-foot man is hazy, but his posture is a perfect combination of softness and strength.
The whole picture is so lifelike that it seems to jump out of the paper.
God damn lifelike! !
Guan Hu looked at Luo Beiyu dully, "You...you said you learned from Miss..."
"That's it!" Luo Beiyu expressed admiration and awe, "Master's painting skills are much better than mine. The pictures of beauties drawn by the personal guards for me back then seemed to have souls. Although I I have been practicing hard for a while, but I still can't learn 10% of the master's skills."
Suddenly, his voice paused.
Looking up and down at Guan Hu and the others, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
But Guan Hu and the others felt their scalps tingling, and they wanted to run away.