Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

The waiter brought two jugs of wine to the table, filled each glass for the uncle and nephew, then turned and went downstairs to serve the dishes.

Seeing the waiter leave, Wen Yanzhao leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice:

"Uncle, I discovered that many highly toxic raw materials are not listed in our Wen family's poison list!"

"This wine is good, you should try it..."

He warmed the pot of wine, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, ignoring what his nephew said.

"Uncle! Did you listen to me?"

Wen Yanzhao was annoyed when he saw that his uncle did not comment, and his voice unconsciously became louder.

Wenhujiu is a good person in every way except that he is addicted to alcohol.

Wenhujiu put down the wine glass and patted Wen Yanzhao on the head:

"Why are you yelling so loudly? Be careful that the people around you hear you! My little ancestor, your grandfather has warned you not to let anyone know about your affairs!"

"Oh, I understand, uncle..."

Wen Yanzhao's face flushed and he quickly lowered his voice.

"I have tried all those things you mentioned before! Don't you know your grandfather's temper? He is very stubborn. He said that these things violate the ancestral rules and are disrespectful to the ancestors of the Wen family!"

"The old man is really old. If he doesn't innovate, he will be replaced by you guys sooner or later~"

Wen Hujiu is a sensible man, and his talent in mixing poisons is second to none. It's a pity that Wen Lin sticks to the rules and lives by the reputation of the Wen family being the best poison maker in the world.

"Uncle, how about this? You develop new poisons without my grandfather's knowledge and feed me all the test samples. How about that?"

Wen Yanzhao's eyes lit up, with a sly smile.

"You are the only one who has so many tricks up your sleeve! But let me be frank with you. If your grandfather finds out and blames you, you have to protect your uncle!"

After saying this, he warmed the pot of wine and filled his glass.

As the head of the family, Wen Lin is feared by everyone, young and old.

Only the little grandson Wen Yanzhao is the most favored. Wen Lin, who is awe-inspiring without even getting angry, immediately changes his face and becomes extremely affectionate whenever he sees Wen Yanzhao appear.

"No problem, I'll take care of it Grandpa!"

Wen Yanzhao said readily when he saw that his uncle agreed to his proposal.

Afterwards, the uncle and nephew looked at each other and laughed, bursting into laughter of "hehehe..."

"Sir, your dishes are ready!"

After the waiter came back and forth a few times, he placed two servings of various dishes and preserves in front of the uncle and nephew.

"Bring it~"

Wen Yanzhao gave his uncle, who was enjoying his meal, a wicked smile and made a gesture of happiness.

"(′?w?`)? What?"

Wenhujiu looked confused.

"What did you say? Seasoning!"

"You little brat! Didn't you just eat a sniff of Forget-Me-Not?"

"This dish tastes light, I can't eat it!"

Hearing this, Wenhujiu's face, which was originally a little drunk, turned green in an instant.

This devilish kid wants to get the poison he carefully prepared for free again. It would be strange if he didn't feel bad.

Although the raw materials of the poison are not as difficult to obtain as natural treasures, it still took a lot of effort to get them.

After all, he is his own nephew. Wen Hujiu's mouth twitched, and he took out a packet of "Wandushixinsan" from his waist and handed it to Wen Yanzhao.

"Bring it to you!"

Wen Yanzhao snatched it away and carefully sprinkled it evenly on the food in front of him in front of Wen Jiu.

This is a highly poisonous mixture made from warm wine. If it's blown outside by the wind, half of the people in the restaurant will be dead!

"My dear nephew, please leave some for me! I have to go to the Thousand Poison Banquet in a few days...Alas! How could you spill it all? You bastard!"

Wen Hujiu reached out to stop Wen Yanzhao, but it was too late. He had already mixed the entire bag of strangely colored powder into the food in front of him without leaving a trace.

"Good uncle, you are not bad at this, right?"

Wen Yanzhao looked triumphant.

My eyes went dark as I was warming up the pot of wine!

"My uncle's poison is delicious! It's so authentic!"

Wen Yanzhao picked up the chopsticks and tasted the food that had just been poisoned, then swung his arm in an almost perfect circle in the air and praised.

"..."

Wenhujiu deliberately moved his food back a bit and looked at his nephew with a dark face.

After eating and drinking, the two of them left the restaurant one after the other.

"Uncle, are you here to see me just to give me some forgetfulness?"

Wen Yanzhao, who was walking behind, asked while burping.

"What else? You're going to take my poison for free?"

Wenhujiu responded unhappily.

"Tsk! Look how stingy you are. The Poison Bodhisattva who once dominated the martial arts world actually stingy with a small packet of poison, and the one for your own nephew! If this gets out..."

"Let it spread out. He is a stingy Bodhisattva, why would he care about me warming a pot of wine?"

Wen Hujiu rolled his eyes and spoke shamelessly.

"Okay, okay, okay, uncle, you want to play like this, right? I'll tell you about your last time at Yihong Courtyard drinking wine..."

Before Wen Yanzhao could finish the rest of his words, Wen Hujiu caught up with him and covered his mouth from behind!

"My dear little ancestor! Why are you throwing sand around while you're talking? You must not let your grandfather know about this, otherwise your uncle will have to kneel in the ancestral hall for half a month!"

"Woooooooo..."

Wen Yanzhao's mouth was covered tightly by his uncle's big hand, and he could only make some whimpering sounds.

But it is clear from his eyes that he is asking Wenhujiu for hush money!

"Little ancestor, how can this matter be resolved?"

Wen Hujiu understood and let go of the hand that was covering Wen Yanzhao's mouth.

"Ahem... this matter can't be settled without ten bottles of Yixiu Wangyou!!"

Wen Yanzhao opened his mouth very high.

"Eight bottles!"

"Nine bottles!"

"Six bottles!"

"Five bottles!"

"make a deal!!"

In the end, Wenhujiu cut the price down to five bottles, but it still hurt!

After all, it took him seven or eight days to collect the raw materials for a bottle of Forget-Me-Not.

"Alas, he is my nephew after all... When you become rich in the future, don't forget your uncle!"

Warm the pot of wine and sigh.

"Of course! Do you think I'm that ungrateful?"

Wen Yanzhao pursed his lips and said.

"It's hard to tell!"

Wen Hujiu rolled his eyes at him, turned around and ignored him. The three big words "Poison you to death" were written on his back and stared at Wen Yanzhao's eyes.

……

The uncle and nephew returned to the Wen family, chatting and laughing all the way.

As soon as he entered the mansion with the wine in the warm pot, a servant ran up to him and respectfully handed him a letter:

"Young Master, this is a letter sent from the Zhenxi Marquis's Mansion! The Second Miss has strictly ordered me to hand it to you personally!"

"What's the matter? So serious..."

Wenhujiu frowned slightly, took the envelope, tore open the lacquer seal, and took out the letter inside as he walked.

"Uncle, what's going on? You're being so mysterious!"

Wen Yanzhao came out from behind, rushed in front of Wen Hujiu, looked at the opened letter in his hand and asked.

"Let me see the letter from your aunt!"

After warming the pot of wine and opening the letter, Wen Luoyu's beautiful handwriting came into view.

"You still have to say that my mother's uncle is the most important. It seems that I have to go to Chaisang City!"

Wenhujiu murmured after reading the letter.

"Uncle, what did aunt say in the letter?"

Wen Yanzhao held his chin with his hands and stared with his big, harmless eyes.

"Your cousin Baili Dongjun is missing!"