After Being Preached by My Senior Martial Brother

“Who, who knows.” Zong Hongjiu’s eyes wandered.

Seeing this, Zong Chengsi squinted his eyes inconspicuously.

His ninth imperial brother seems to be hiding something from him.

With just a little thought, one can naturally figure out the key point. After all, there is no one backing him, and as he is more inclined in pressuring his chips, the fifth and the sixth imperial brother.

Zong Chengsi did not pursue this question.

Compared with others, Zong Hongjiu, who was still a child, was simply easier to deal with. As long as there was any sign of disturbance or trouble, he would come to him himself.

Now that it had been discovered that there was something being hidden, it shouldn’t be easier to take out either.

It would only depend on what time.

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On the other side, Zong Luo was in dire straits.

The acupuncture technique was secretly learned by him from Master Guiguzi,  just a small skill, not something imparted in a serious way. The things in the Ghost Valley were too complicated. For example, Yu Beizhou learned to use a heavy sword and sabers, however, he moved using ordinary light swords. At the beginning, he could still work the two together after laying the foundation, but afterwards, he couldn’t.

So being discovered by Yu Beizhou, it would inevitably be a little tricky.

“Senior brother’s secret was discovered by me.”

The young general sniffed the damp ends of his hair, pressed the other hand on the edge of the pool, and easily encircled the prince in white in the narrow position in front of his chest, full of oppression.

Zong Luo stretched out his hand to push impatiently, but only to hear Yuan Jia gently knocking on the door outside, “Your Highness?”

“I’m fine.” He paused for a moment, with a bad complexion.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Yu Beizhou also heaved a hypocritical sigh, “Senior brother, don’t make too much noise, not to mention the Great Witch, I can’t guarantee that the chief eunuch outside will not say anything to His Majesty something that shouldn’t be said.”

“Otherwise, senior brother has already spent so much effort pretending to be blind, if the effort falls short, wouldn’t you become a huge sinner?”

As expected.

Zong Luo didn’t move anymore.

He had known for a long time that Yu Beizhou had a connection with the Great Witch. After all, the Great Witch Temple was not open to the public on ordinary days.

Of course, he had already lived so many years in his previous life and became the ruler of the world, only having a lot more cards in his hands. No wonder the “missing” Gongsun You who was instigated by him, Yu Beizhou didn’t even bat an eye.

He raised his elbows and sat on the spot, his face condensed, “What is your purpose? Hurry up, say it and get out of here.”

Zong Luo really didn’t understand the brain circuit of the protagonist in the original book.

When there’s no fighting and killing, no worries, just come over and tease him twice when bored, like he is afraid of forgetting this person. I don’t know what kind of mentality this is.

In his previous life, he obviously lived ten years longer than him, however, that didn’t add to his age at all. His behavior was still so unscrupulous, without the slightest bit of dignity and composure of an adult.

Yu Beizhou gazed deeply at Zong Luo’s slightly flushed face and the dry bloodstain on his forehead, the darkness in his eyes becoming increasingly profound and obvious.

The feeling of inexplicable anxiety and thirst rose again, like an impatient torture.

He smiled and said, “Senior brother, why are you bleeding again?”

If Yu Beizhou hadn’t said that, Zong Luo wouldn’t have noticed yet.

Under the smell of the witchcraft medicine that filled the room, there was still that indistinct faint bloody smell.

The medicinal pool soaked them all over.

Wet water dripped down Yu Beizhou’s long ink-colored hair, drop by drop, and fell to the surface of the water. In the slightly transparent soaked red clothes, traces of wrapped bandages could be seen.

Not only Zong Luo, Yu Beizhou was also badly injured under the cliff and had not yet fully healed.

“Last time, senior brother took action without mercy. As I said, I’ll collect interest the next time we meet again.”

The scorching hand glided upstream over the chest of the prince in white, and the place where it fell caused an outburst of red color, like the morning glow rising on a snowy night. Every time he came into contact with a scar, it was like a dangerous and long journey, causing the person to be extremely nervous, and making their muscles tense.

Just when Zong Luo’s endurance was about to reach its limit, Yu Beizhou finally lowered his head.

The prince in white was leaning on his back on the edge of the bathing pool, and his long hair was scattered under his body. It was too late to care whether he could be heard from outside the wing room, as the move was a killer move.

When Yu Beizhou raised his head again, the corners of his lips were already stained with bright scarlet, and his long and narrow eyes were squinted in enjoyment, as if he had just enjoyed a top-notch delicacy.

Hiss——

As if feeling no pain, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he wiped off the excess blood with a smile.

It seems that this can relieve the thirst that is rising from the bottom of my heart.

“Senior brother’s blood is exactly as I thought, extremely delicious.”

****

With a calm face, Zong Luo walked through the corridor with Yuan Jia, who was carrying a lantern, towards the Great Witch Temple.

His white clothes dragged on the floor, his eyes were re-wrapped in white silk, which made the bandages on his forehead and neck more conspicuous, coupled with the mist that had not cleared in the morning, it was like an immortal stepping on the clouds.

“Your Highness, this……?”

His Majesty had smashed a cup of tea in a rage. Turning around, when the imperial physician administered the acupuncture at that time, he was still thinking about the Third Highness’s side, and ordered Yuan Jia to bring the best jinchuang medicine over there. (TL: is actually a commercial name of a kind of medicine that specially treats metal injuries such as knife or sword wounds.)

“Just a minor injury.”

The prince in white touched the wound on his neck that was forcefully bitten open, and suddenly asked, “Yuan Jia, what day is it now?”

“Answering to Your Highness, today is the Qingsi, which happens to be the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar year.”

The eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar year is only one week away from the fifteenth day of the full moon.

Zong Luo’s mood suddenly eased down.

There are still seven days left.

He will definitely give Yu Beizhou an unforgettable surprise of his life.