Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

"It turns out that the talented and handsome Prince Langya has come to visit. I just came back from Tianqi City. Please bear with me, Your Majesty!"

Xiao Ruofeng was sitting in the main seat in the main hall at the moment. When he saw the old marquis enter the hall, he couldn't help but stand up and said respectfully:

"My old Lord, you must have been tired from the journey. This is your seat. Ruofeng is your junior, how dare he take your seat? Lord, please!"

Baili Luochen did not refuse at all. He took off the sword from his waist and sat in the main seat in the middle. Then he spoke:

"My young prince has come to my humble abode. I wonder why?"

Xiao Ruofeng, who was sitting on Lei Mengsha's hand, smiled calmly:

"I just told the prince, so I will tell the old marquis again. I came here for Wen Yanzhao who followed your grandson back to the mansion, and I came here for Ye Dingzhi who also followed your grandson back to the mansion!"

Baili Luo Chen hesitated for a moment and cleared his throat:

"My grandson has returned home? Feng'er, why didn't anyone tell me! Since the young prince wants to find Dongjun's cousin and his friends, then ask Dongjun to come and explain everything to the young prince in person!"

Baili Chengfeng was instantly embarrassed, and stood aside with his heart beating fast.

There are more than a hundred people in the Zhenxi Marquis Mansion. If Baili Luochen glared at them, everyone would be worried.

Only Baili Dongjun is the old marquis's favorite. If anyone dares to let him suffer injustice, Baili Luochen will naturally not let him off easily.

"Dad... Dongjun, I..."

The majestic look of Baili Chengfeng just now disappeared without a trace. Now in front of Baili Luochen, he looked like a child who had done something wrong.

"Why are you hesitating so much? Did Dongjun lock you up again?!"

"I've told you so many times that I only have this one grandson. As long as we don't burn down Qiandong City, I'll let him do whatever he wants! What are you standing there for? Hurry and bring my grandson here!"

Seeing Baili Chengfeng looking at a loss, the old marquis Baili Luochen had already guessed the result, and he glared at Baili Chengfeng with his tiger eyes and shouted:

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"Father is right, I'm going right now!"

Baili Chengfeng bowed to Baili Luochen who was sitting in the middle, then ran out of the main hall and headed towards the backyard.

"Excuse me for making you two laugh. My naughty grandson will be here in a moment. Please allow the young prince to ask any questions you may have!"

After seeing Baili Chengfeng leave, the old marquis who had just been puffing his beard and glaring immediately changed his expression and said to Xiao Lei and the other man with a smile:

Xiao Ruofeng nodded and said with a smile: "No hurry, no hurry, Ruofeng thanks you very much, Lord."

Lei Mengsha, who usually speaks eloquently and seems to suffocate to death if he doesn't speak for a minute, was so silent in front of the old marquis Baili Luochen today. It was really surprising.

He also didn't expect that the elegant and cute Baili Dongjun actually had such a murderous grandfather.

It felt like Baili Luochen only needed to wave his hand, and tens of thousands of wind-breaking soldiers would be defeated and flatten his Lei Family Fort.

This scene has almost become Lei Mengsha's nightmare that can't be shaken off.

At this moment, Baili Chengfeng, who had found nothing in the firewood room, looked at the broken copper lock with a solemn expression.

He ordered the maids and servants to search around, but they couldn't find Baili Dongjun and Wen Ye. Of the four people who returned home together, only the uncle was warming a pot of wine in the pavilion in the garden and reminiscing with the Crown Prince's Consort Wen Luoyu.

"What the hell is this little bastard doing again!"

Baili Chengfeng frowned and murmured

Half a quarter of an hour later, the sergeant of the Pofeng Army who was patrolling in Qiandong City reported that the young master, his cousin and his friend had entered a restaurant in the city.

Baili Chengfeng finally felt relieved and walked into the main hall. In front of Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha, he said to his father:

"Father, Dongjun and his nephew Yanzhao went to the city to have fun with the young man named Ye who came with them. We don't know when they will be back!"

"Should you send someone to bring Dongjun back so that he won't be delayed?"

The wrinkles on Baili Luochen's face relaxed a little after hearing this, and his white beard trembled with laughter.

After he laughed a few times, his tone became much softer and he said to Xiao Ruofeng:

"My young prince has heard that Dong Jun is not in the palace right now. I see that you two have traveled a long way from Tianqi City, so please stay here for one night. Dong Jun will definitely return to the palace tomorrow, and it won't be too late to ask then. How do you do?"

Xiao Ruofeng knew that it didn't matter whether he agreed or not. Baili Luochen had already given the result, and he could only do as he wished. Even though he was a royal relative, he couldn't do anything about the vigorous and decisive Marquis of Zhenxi in front of him.

Then he bowed and said, "In that case, let's follow what the Marquis said. My second brother and I can rest in the mansion for half a day."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I will host you tonight. We have several chefs with good cooking skills. I will let my son accompany you two until we are drunk!"

"I have been running around for two days. I am wearing armor and sweating, so it is inconvenient for me to move. Please allow me to wash and pack first, and then I will come to chat with the two distinguished guests."

"Feng'er, go and prepare a feast for the two distinguished guests, and don't wear this leather. Change into something that can be used at the table!"

Baili Luochen's tone was respectful, but Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha could tell that the old marquis was a man of his word, and that he was leaving after saying this.

"My Lord, please do as you please!" Xiao Ruofeng nodded without any emotion.

"I'll take my leave now!" Baili Luochen clasped his fists and left the main hall to return to his bedroom.

Baili Chengfeng ordered his servants to prepare wine and food, and he also went to change his clothes and wash himself. At this time, only Xiao Lei and the other two were left in the hall.

Lei Mengsha looked at Xiao Ruofeng and curled his lips:

"This Zhenxi Marquis Mansion is not simple. I am afraid of the murderous aura of the old marquis!"

"Why is Baili Dongjun so easy to get along with? Tsk tsk tsk, if he was wronged, Baili Luochen would chop me into pieces and feed me to the horses!"

"Fengfeng, what did the master tell you? In addition to Wen Yanzhao, does Baili Dongjun also need to be brought back to the academy with us?"

"Alas, it would have been great if I hadn't come with you in the first place. Master Zhuo Mo could have traveled alone, drinking and appreciating flowers. How pleasant it would have been. But you insisted on getting involved in this muddy water with me. I'm so angry now!"

“Fengfeng…I, wuwu, wuwu!”

Lei Mengsha started to mutter again. Xiao Ruofeng had no expression on his face. He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake in front of him and stuffed it into Lei Mengsha's mouth.

"Second Brother, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake tastes good, try it!"

As soon as Lei Mengsha swallowed the first piece, Xiao Ruofeng stuffed the second piece into his mouth.

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Chapter 48: The Sword Song of Western Chu Reappears (I) Dongjun is Drunk

Zhenxihou Mansion, Garden Pavilion

Wen Luoyu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked lazy, was leaning against the back of the chair.

A cup of fragrant Longjing tea from before the rain had just been handed over by a maid, but before she could even take it in her hands, the man came and snatched it away.

Immediately, a pot of tea worth dozens of taels of silver was spilled all over the floor, stirring up a puff of hot steam on the bluestone floor.

"Look at how you look now. Where is your former gangster style? You are becoming more and more like a rich lady!"

The person who spoke was the Poison Bodhisattva, who was warming a pot of wine. There was some disdain on his face, but his tone revealed a bit of pampering.

As he spoke, the wine gourd in his hand tilted and the tea bowl instantly became fragrant with wine.

"What tea? Drink this!"

Wen Luoyu was not polite either, and the wine that Wen Hu handed over clinked with his wine gourd in the air.

Then he said something weird:

"Brother, what you said is true. I am now the Crown Prince's Consort. Isn't this the wife of a wealthy family?"

"Normally you don't like my attitude as a noble lady, and you don't even bother to stay in my house. Why did you think of coming to see me today?"

When Wen Luoyu finished the wine in the tea bowl, he warmed the wine pot and looked around the pavilion at the maids standing there, and pretended to cough.

Wen Luoyu understood immediately after hearing the voice: "What's going on so mysteriously? Let's all go down!"

Several maids immediately left the pavilion in small steps, leaving only the Wen brothers and sisters.

"Brother, can you tell me now?" Wen Luoyu blinked as he sat on the recliner.

"You really never leave your house. Everyone in the martial arts world knows about it, but you didn't hear a single word?"

Wenhujiu asked in surprise.

"As for me, I spend the whole day in this mansion drinking tea and appreciating flowers, occasionally doing some needlework, and my life is comfortable. I haven't asked about the affairs of the martial world for many years!"

Wen Luoyu leaned back in her chair after she finished speaking. At this moment, she really acted like a prince's consort. No wonder Wen Hujiu said that about her.

"Your son and nephew have long been famous all over the world!"

"Zhao'er's current swordsmanship is so good that even I am ashamed of myself. Your son only learned a few moves from him, but he defeated Wushuang City's top disciple with one sword!"

"Do you know about the Sword Forest Sword Competition? This year, your son will take the sword from the Immortal Palace that has not been mentioned for more than ten years!"

"This is not the most outrageous thing. Zhao'er is already a master of Fuyao Realm, and he is only one step away from me! He is not even eighteen years old..."

Wen Luoyu was shocked when he heard the wine flowing from the pot.

The three brothers and sisters of the Wen family were famous for their poisons. They were rarely rivaled in the martial arts world.

Since marrying into the Marquis' Mansion, her cultivation has almost stopped growing, and she is still at the Vajra Ordinary Realm.

But she knew very well that what Wen Hujiu had just said was enough to shock most of the world.

"But Dong Jun doesn't know any martial arts. Apart from a few basic light skills and punches and kicks, how could he possibly defeat the first disciple of Wushuang City?"

Wen Luoyu no longer leaned on the back of the chair, but sat up with disbelief written all over his face.

"You don't believe it? I don't believe it either, but Dongjun seems to be full of internal energy. In my opinion, he must be at least above the Vajra Ordinary Realm. But he seems to be restrained by something. Currently, his internal energy will only be released when he is drunk..."

Warming up the wine, picking up a piece of jasmine cake and putting it in his mouth, he ate while talking.

"As a mother, I really never paid attention to this matter. When he was young, he was devoted to being a wine lover and neglected martial arts."

"I have tried many times to find famous martial arts masters to fight him, but to no avail."

"How can he have inner strength? Apart from that, he is just a winemaker. But he only mentioned it to me a few times, and it sounded very mysterious, like a white-haired fairy in a peach blossom forest. I just thought it was a child's naive fantasy and never paid any attention to it..."

After Wen Luoyu finished speaking, he picked up the wine gourd on the table, poured himself a glass and started drinking.

He warmed the pot of wine, wiped the fingers that had just been pinching the snacks, and said with a twinkling look in his eyes:

"We don't care where Dongjun's inner strength comes from or who his master is. This is all his good fortune!"

"I just don't want him to be coveted and spied on by others. You know how dangerous the world is."

"Although he is surrounded by thousands of people who love him, there will always be times when he is alone!"