[Net King] Throwing down His Highness

Birch sprinkled rose petals into the wind, and a little bit of crimson covered the water surface, gently rippling, and instantly filled the room with a fragrant fragrance.

Atobe unbuttoned his outer garment, put it on the screen, took off his underwear, soaked his body in slightly scalding water, the heat penetrated his skin, and the fragrance permeated his heart. He raised his head and let out a hearty sigh. The feeling of fatigue dissipated.

"Huadi, help me rub my back."

"Yes."

Huadi used a soft cotton towel to scrub Atobu's shoulders evenly. The latter lay on the edge of the bath and closed his eyes comfortably.

It's a pity that Atobe had only enjoyed it for a while before he was disturbed by the noise downstairs.

"Let go, do you hear me!"

"Huh?" Atobe's eyes opened, revealing doubts.

The angry voice just now was none other than Fuji Yuta, the young man who always followed Guanyue.

"Hey, you are obviously the best brother, I won't admit it!"

Atobe also recognized this rough and loud voice, it was Momoshiro Takeshi, the Qingguo samurai who had a dispute at Shindo Ryo just now.

Strange, why did these two people quarrel?When Atobe waved his hand, Huachi stopped moving, and silently stepped aside.

The quarrel downstairs is still going on, and it is getting worse.

"If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Come with me to see your brother, Brother Fuji, these days when you disappeared, he—"

"Shut up, don't call me my best brother!"

"It's so strange, you are obviously Fuji-kun's younger brother?"

"Bastard, I have a name, my name is Fuji Yuta!"

"Hey, why are you scolding people?"

Then there was the sound of ping, ping, bang, bang, and I wonder if the two of them really started to fight.

Atobu raised his eyebrows, stood up from the water with a splash, stepped out of the bath, and Huadi immediately wiped his body dry with a piece of dry and clean white silk.

Atobe didn't wear any underwear, just put on his outer clothes, tied his belt loosely, and opened the door to go out.

Standing on the corridor and looking under the railing, I saw Yuta and Taocheng fighting in the atrium. The former was aggressively attacking, while the latter was parrying and dodging, and his mouth was not idle, "For the sake of your best brother , I just let you, if you don’t know what’s good or bad, I’m going to get serious!”

He said "Fuer's younger brother" on the left and "Fuer's younger brother" on the right. Yuta's face was ashen, and the offensive was rolling upwards.

Hearing the movement, Shishido and others also rushed out of the room and asked Atobe for instructions, "Your Highness, do you want to help that kid?"

"Even if you help, I don't need you." Atobe glanced at the diagonally opposite corridor, where Guan Yue was standing.

Seeing the chaos downstairs, although Yuta struck fiercely, Taocheng was not at a disadvantage. Guanyue rubbed his hands frequently, seemingly anxious, but did not take any more actions.

Atobu asked sarcastically: "All the people living below are from Qingguo. If the fight continues, your little follower may suffer. Why, don't you plan to go down and help?"

"Ahem, Your Highness, I'm afraid this is... hard to describe." Guanyue Chaojibu's side threw an awkward wry smile.

The people upstairs had their own thoughts and stood still, but a majestic shout came from downstairs, "Everyone stop!"

A figure leaped lightly into the atrium, like a leaf falling silently in the night, being drawn into the fierce fist wind of Taocheng and Yuta.

I saw the man's arms stretched out, swaying left and swaying right, his posture was understated, elegant and beautiful like dancing to the moon, waving his brush against the window, even Mobu couldn't help but secretly shouted "Hello" in his heart.

But all of a sudden, except for Atobe and Guanyue, everyone didn't understand what was going on, and the wrists of Momoshiro and Yuta were firmly grasped by that person respectively.

Seeing who that person was, Taocheng immediately lost his temper, and called honestly, "Master Tezuka."

Yuta struggled uncontrollably, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get rid of Tezuka Kunimitsu's control.

At this time, another person ran out, shouting with mixed surprises, "Yuta, Yuta, is it really you?"

Tezuka let go of his hand, and pushed it lightly. Yuta stomped back several steps, and just happened to be supported by someone who came, and asked with concern: "How are you, are you okay? Where have you been running for the past three months?" gone?"

Yuta was clasped with both hands, apparently quite resisting, punched him straight to his face, even though he didn't exert all his strength, the man had to let go and dodge.

"Yuta, what's wrong with you?" The man's tone was perplexed and helpless, but still soft.

"I don't care about you!"

"Brother doesn't want to care about you. You left home without saying a word. Mom and Dad are very concerned about it. If you have anything to say, let me go back and talk about it?"

The man's appearance could not be seen clearly from above, but his clothes should also be a warrior of the Qing Kingdom.

oh?elder brother?This is interesting...Fuji Yuta, so he is from Qing Country...

Atobu found that Guanyue was no longer there, and Yuta downstairs was still stubbornly defending, "Why should I go back with you? I am 15 years old, and it should be time to break out into the world and build a career!"

"In the past three months, Yuta, your martial arts has improved a lot, but you alone..."

"Who says I'm alone, Guanyue is always by my side!"

"Guanyue? Who is he?"

"It's me." Guanyue walked slowly into the atrium, covered her face with a white cloth, and bowed slightly to Yutai's brother, "My name is Guanyue, and I am Yutai's new friend."

"Guanyue!" Seeing Guanyue appearing, Yutai ran to him happily, and said to his elder brother braggingly, "My martial art was taught by Guanyue. One day I will beat you, and I will naturally go back." !"

The situation became more complicated, and besides, this was a family affair of Brother Fuji, so Tezuka had no intention of getting involved, and silently withdrew.

When he stepped up the stairs, he heard a loud laugh from above, "Your skill is very good, even my uncle can't tell, which one is it from?"

Tezuka looked in amazement, and when he looked up, he saw Atobe standing at the corner of the stairs with his hands behind his back, his chin raised slightly, his eyes slightly lowered, looking arrogant and casual, just blocking his way.

Tezuka walked up to Atobe, hesitated for a while, but didn't answer in the end, bowed his head and walked around him.

"Aha, it's the first time someone dares to ignore me, what's the matter, I'm not happy to give up the house?"

Atobe's intention to run on him couldn't be more obvious, so Tezuka could only stop and turn around, twitching the corners of his mouth, and smiled back, "No, my mentorship...isn't worth mentioning."

Atobe was very satisfied with Tezuka's compromise, his eyes swept across his face, and there was a hint of playfulness in his smile, "Among the famous generals of the Qing Dynasty I heard, there is no such thing as you, so now ... Hehe, I'm very curious, the rainy night is boring, are you interested in chatting?"

Giving up the room to him was just to avoid unnecessary troubles. Tezuka didn't intend to have a deep friendship with Atobe at the beginning.

After further contact, the directness and enthusiasm shown by the handsome young man in front of him made Tezuka feel an inexplicable, even unreasonable overbearing. .

He tilted his head, smiled meaningfully, and waited for his answer. It was such an anticipating attitude that inexplicably made Tezuka nod his head naturally, "Well, that's fine..."

"Hahaha, cool! Go to your room. I made a fuss with two brats just now. My uncle's room hasn't been cleaned yet." Atobe swiped his robe, and before Tezuka could express his opinion, he rushed ahead of him. Stride upstairs.

As the sleeves of his robe fluttered and the cool breeze passed by, a strong and natural fragrance hit Tezuka's nose, like a soft palm gently pressing against his chest.

"Please sit down." Tezuka took the teapot, stretched out his hand, smiled faintly, "Sorry, the tea is cold."

"It's okay, I don't want to drink the cheap tea in this place." Atobe leaned over and looked at the chessboard on the desk, black and white intertwined, the chess game has entered the official stage, "Ah, were you playing chess with someone just now? ?”

"No, it means that there is nothing to do, and I set up a chess game for entertainment..."

"Oh, fighting each other?" Atobe grabbed a handful of black chess from the box, looked at it carefully for a while, and finally did not make a move. He laughed and threw the chess back. Point? You look gentle on the outside, but you are born to like it, and you are also good at killing and fighting, you can't fool me."

The brilliance of Tezuka's pupils skyrocketed, and his cold expression became hot in an instant. With a simple push, the chessboard was skewed, the chess pieces were scattered, and a few pieces rolled down at Atobe's feet.

His almost gaffe-like reaction caused Atobe to sneer again.

"Sorry……"

"Right now, there is chaos in all directions, and there are wars everywhere. The world is originally dominated by the strong. With the strength of Qingguo and your skill, it is perfectly normal to have such thoughts. There is no need to hide it."

Tezuka was silent for a moment, sat down opposite Atobe, sorted the chess pieces one by one, put them into the box, and resumed a calm and calm attitude, "I don't like killing, I just hope that there will be a A war to end all wars..."

Atobe leaned over, picked up the two chess pieces at his feet, held them between his fingers, and flashed them in front of Tezuka, "I don't have such compassion as you. I was born to be a conqueror. This troubled world was given by God." Great opportunity!"

As soon as the slender fingers were loosened, there were two crisp ding-ding sounds, and the chess piece fell into the porcelain box in front of Tezuka.

Tezuka was taken aback, his eyes slowly shifted from the chess pieces in front of him to Atobe's face.

With such close attention, Tezuka realized that this handsome face was flawless, with clear eyebrows and picturesque features, but there was a haughty and magnanimous aura that was unrestrained and unrestrained, making it impossible to move away. It's hard to look at him calmly.

His long hair was tied wet behind his head, covering a straight and fair neck. Although his clothes were gorgeous, they were loose and casual. With his elbows on his side and half leaning on the desk, he could see a clear section of collarbone from the neckline. , and healthy, radiant skin...