Chapter 293
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Although Lou Beiyu and his guards have been beaten miserably, they're still only injured.
In Muyan's hands, they're easily cured.
Lowering his head and drinking a bowl of medicine, Lou Beiyu frowns.
Just as he puts the bowl down, he sees a row of Ink Camp brawny men standing in front of his bed.
Each and every one of them has a fiendish look, as if they're itching to skin him and dismember him.
"You … what are you guys doing!" Lou Beiyu's voice unconsciously trembles.
He's really scared from the beating just now.
Just as he's bewildered, he hears the man who just gave him the first punch say in a gruff voice: "Speak, how are you going to punish us?"
"Ah?"
"What ah? If you don't punish us, the Little Master will definitely peel off a layer of our skin later. "
Seeing Lou Beiyu's stupefied look, Guan Hu gets even angrier.
He looks at him from head to toe, sizing him up from left to right. The more he looks, the more upset he gets.
With this weak chicken appearance, it would be strange if he could think that this person is the Miss's apprentice.
You can't blame them for getting beaten up!
"Are you really the Miss's apprentice?" The disdain in his tone is almost overflowing.
As soon as Lou Beiyu hears this, he immediately explodes, "Of course I'm Master's apprentice!!"
This group of people can question his identity as a prince, but they can't question his relationship with his Master and Little Brother.
Guan Hu curls his lips and says: "With your weak chicken appearance, which part of you looks like the Miss's apprentice? Which part of you looks like the Little Master's apprentice? "
Who would have thought that Lou Beiyu wouldn't feel the slightest bit ashamed or annoyed at being called a weak chicken.
On the contrary, he's bold and confident, "I didn't learn martial arts from Master. What does my weakness have to do with whether I'm Master's apprentice or not?"
"Not martial arts? Then what is it? Is it medicine? "
Lou Beiyu has an inscrutable look on his face as he shakes his head.
"It's also not medicine? Is it alchemy? "
He continues to shake his head.
This time, the people of the Ink Camp are really curious.
"In the end, what did you learn from the Miss?"
Lou Beiyu shows a mysterious smile, then he has someone bring over a package from the side. He takes out a mounted scroll from inside.
As the scroll slowly unfurls, the rough men of the Ink Camp see the vivid and lifelike drawing on it, and then everyone is petrified.
"This, this, this … what is this?!" Guan Hu used his coarse and wild voice, like a duck's quack, to forcibly let out a eunuch's shrill cry.
The other people from the Ink Camp are also dumbstruck, their expressions lifeless.
This scene was simply too hard to accept.
In the painting was a seven-foot tall man like them, but he was wearing light muslin and had a drunken and enchanting posture.
The scene was still very beautiful. The seven-foot-tall man's face was hazy, but his posture was the perfect combination of gentleness and strength.
The entire picture was vivid and lifelike, as if it was about to leap out of the paper.
It was so goddamn lifelike!
Guan Hu looks sluggishly at Lou Beiyu, "You … you said you learned it from Miss …"
"That's it!" Lou Beiyu's face was full of admiration and awe, "Master's painting skills are much better than mine. Initially, when he gave me several paintings of beauties for my personal bodyguards, each one seemed to have a soul. Although I've been diligently practicing during this time, I still couldn't learn even one-tenth of Master's skill. "
Suddenly, his voice pauses.
His gaze looks up and down at Guan Hu and the others, the light in his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
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