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

Chapter 167: Picking Osmanthus Picking Osmanthus, the surname cannot bear the burden

Tianqi City, Li Mansion.

"You're not allowed to go! No matter what, you're not allowed to go!"

"Lei Mengsha, I'm telling you, if you dare to take even a single step out of this house today, I'll break your legs!"

Li Xinyue's beautiful face turned red with anger, and her almond-shaped eyes glared at Lei Mengsha who was kneeling on the ground and begging desperately.

"Madam, Junior Brother Seven is in great danger. I am the only one in the academy who can help him now!"

"If you don't let me go, if something happens to Old Seven, I, Lei Meng, will regret it so much later!"

Lei Mengsha pouted, pulled his wife's hand and begged her.

Li Xinyue shook off Lei Mengsha, turned her face away and said coldly:

"You're such a fool! Mr. Li has already told you that Xiao Ruofeng is a prince, and you're just a martial artist. You're not the same kind of person as him!"

"He went to Shuzhong on the emperor's orders! What's the point of you going there?"

"That night, Xiao Ruofeng came to your house to say goodbye, and he made it very clear! He was leaving to persuade Wen Yanzhao to come back, and you still asked him..."

"If Wen Yanzhao insists on going his own way and is determined to resist the imperial court, how will Xiao Ruofeng deal with him?"

"What did your Seventh Junior Brother say? He was so righteous, saying that we must be loyal and righteous, and we must protect our country!"

"shit!"

"Besides...what's Wen Yanzhao's level of cultivation? How many heads do you have? I think you haven't eaten enough of Silence is Golden!"

"No matter how sworn brothers Xiao Ruofeng and Wen Yanzhao are, you're just acquaintances with them. Don't cause trouble for yourself!"

After hearing his wife's insightful words, Lei Mengsha was speechless for a moment.

His expression changed, and he stood up from the ground, looking at Li Xinyue intently:

"Madam, Wen Yanzhao will not do anything to Old Seven, nor to me!"

"Although I haven't been with him for long, I can tell that he has no intention of opposing the imperial court."

"Your Majesty has been deceived by treacherous people for a long time. He believed the slander and wronged General Ye Yu and his family!"

"Wen Yanzhao attacked Zhuoqing and the Imperial Guards in order to save Ye Dingzhi..."

"This time, I must go, but please rest assured, Madam, Lei Mengsha will definitely come back in good health to serve you!"

Li Xinyue sighed deeply:

"Ugh……"

"I see you're determined to go! There's no point in saying more. Anyway, I just want to say one thing: Han Yi and I will be waiting for you at this house!"

When Lei Mengsha heard that his wife had actually given in, he immediately moved closer to Li Xinyue with a frivolous look on his face.

"I knew it... Madam is the most sensible person in the world!"

"Hehe, Madam, please rest assured. I, Lei Mengsha, am one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili after all, so naturally, nothing will happen to me!"

"Even when Wen Yanzhao sees me, he has to call me Second Brother Lei..."

Li Xinyue pretended to push Lei Mengsha with a mixture of disdain and amusement:

"You're just being conceited, what do you mean by Master Zhuo Mo..."

"Pack your clothes and money, and go get some more silver from the housekeeper. It's a thousand miles to the middle of Shu, so don't get yourself hurt on the journey!"

Lei Mengsha felt warm in his heart when he heard this. Just as he was about to continue to act coquettishly, Li Xinyue grabbed his ear fiercely:

"But I have to warn you about one thing!"

"The youngest sister from Shu is so charming, you better take care of yourself!"

"If I find you when you come back, be careful about the rest of your life!"

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One hundred and sixty miles outside Yaowang Valley is Guixi City.

On the second day after Zhuoqing drafted the secret decree for Xiao Chongjing, Wen Yanzhao and Medicine King Xin Baicao set out for Tianqi City.

"Wen boy, who from your Wen family is going to participate in the poison testing conference held by the Tang Clan in Shu this year?"

Xin Baicao asked while riding on a horse.

Wen Yanzhao tugged at the mane of the black horse under his crotch and replied lazily:

"I, my younger uncle, my second uncle... why, senior, are you going too?"

Xin Baicao glanced at Wen Yanzhao and said with a smile:

"Go ahead. They always send me a visiting card for this poison testing conference. I just happened to receive it the day before you came."

Wen Yanzhao's eyes turned, and he chuckled as he recalled his uncle's romantic past:

"When you were there before, did you hear any rumors about the Five Poison Sect?"

Xin Baicao immediately responded:

"Are you going to ask about the Wenhujiu and Lan Zhenzhen, the daughter of the Five Poison Sect's leader?"

Wen Yanzhao exclaimed:

"No way? You even know about my uncle?"

Xin Baicao rolled her eyes at him:

"I know everything about him!"

Wen Yanzhao tightened the reins, approached Xin Baicao and whispered:

"So, you and my uncle have a special relationship!"

Xin Baicao curled her lips in disdain:

"Humph, although I, Xin Baicao, am not a famous figure, I am also a well-known medicine king in the martial arts world."

"Everyone in the martial arts world shows respect to me...your uncle is the only one who plays tricks on me every time he sees me!"

"One time, we arrived in a small town, and he got drunk and accidentally spilled the poison sac he was carrying..."

"Alas... What a sin! An entire city has been poisoned!"

"Fortunately, I discovered it in time. Your uncle and I stayed up for three days and three nights, and sprinkled the antidote into an old well in the city."

"Let the people get water to detoxify, that's how we can avoid any loss of life!"

After listening to this, Wen Yanzhao asked with great interest:

"So... my uncle got the nickname Poison Bodhisattva from that time?"

Xin Baicao snorted and said sarcastically:

"What Poison Bodhisattva? He's an old poisoner, an old pervert..."

Wen Yanzhao laughed uncontrollably:

"It seems my uncle has been joking with the seniors a lot..."

As the two of them were chatting and laughing, they had already entered the small town where the sweet fragrance of osmanthus filled the air.

The strange thing was that the farmers and the carriages and horses in the city were all driven by the officials, and the farmers carried bamboo baskets on their backs and the carriages and horses pulled baskets.

The bamboo baskets and baskets are either filled with freshly picked golden osmanthus flowers or with lush green osmanthus branches and leaves.

The officials all had hateful expressions on their faces, scolding the farmers and coachmen. If they walked a little slower, they would hit the people and horses with their whips and sticks.

"Senior, what's going on!"

Wen Yanzhao looked around, watching the blood-stirring scenes in the small town, and asked in a low voice.

Xin Baicao dismounted and pulled the reins, saying:

"Let's dismount and talk, lest the horse get startled and hit passersby."

Wen Yanzhao also dismounted and followed Xin Baicao.

Xin Baicao looked at the little girl a few steps away, who was about ten years old and carrying a huge bamboo basket, and sighed softly:

"Alas...it seems like there's going to be some happy event in the Imperial City!"

Wen Yanzhao suddenly remembered that the wedding of Jingyu Prince Xiao Ruojin and Yi Wenjun was approaching:

"Senior is right. Prince Jingyu is going to marry a princess..."

Xin Baicao watched the little girl struggling to carry the bamboo basket, moving step by step.

The bamboo basket's straps dug deep into the little girl's tender shoulders, causing blood to seep out faintly.

The child was dressed in coarse linen clothes and had a pudding on her face. It was obvious at first glance that she was the daughter of a poor family.

Xin Baicao couldn't bear it any longer and handed the reins to Wen Yanzhao:

"Hold the horse, I'll go and take a look."

After saying that, he walked towards the little girl, took off her backpack, and took out some grayish-white medicine powder from his arms.

The little girl grabbed the backpack in fear and backed away.

Xin Baicao comforted gently:

"Don't be afraid, kid! Your shoulder is bleeding from being rubbed. This medicine from your uncle can heal the injury."

The little girl was very pretty, with a pair of big eyes that sparkled with distinct black and white.

He looked at the medicinal powder in Xin Baicao's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.

At this moment, an official rushed up to the three men with a horse whip in his hand.

"You idiot, if you're going to die, why don't you go and give us the sweet osmanthus flowers!"

"You've delayed my mission, are you responsible? Get out of here!"

As he said that, he swung the whip and was about to hit the little girl in the face!

"Oh!"

Before the official could see clearly, he was slapped away by Wen Yanzhao, hitting the stone pillar along the street and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The official groaned in pain, and when he saw that it was Wen Yanzhao who had done the deed, he started cursing:

"You stupid bastard, you dare to hit me? I'll kill you when I get to the government office!"

"You've delayed the picking of osmanthus and missed the great day of Tianqi City. Even your nine lives cannot compensate you!"

Wen Yanzhao didn't bother to pay attention. A light flashed from his fingers, and sword energy shot out out of thin air, and a bloody hole the size of a fist appeared on the official's chest.

The official's eyes bulged out, and he twitched a few times before he died.

When the passers-by saw this, they screamed and fled in all directions. Even the little girl covered her head and squatted on the ground trembling.

Xin Baicao was a little at a loss. Wen Yanzhao walked up to the little girl and gently pulled her up.

"Senior, please apply medicine to the child. Why are these damn officials making things so difficult for a little girl?"

After Xin Baicao applied the medicine, he asked softly:

"Little girl, why are you picking osmanthus flowers when you are so young? Where are your parents?"

The little girl looked at the two men gratefully and told them the general idea in a halting manner with her pleasant Sichuan accent.

It turns out that in Tianqi City, no matter whether they are royal relatives or high-ranking officials, there will be a grand wedding.

It is necessary to brew osmanthus wine and refine osmanthus essential oil, so the consumption is extremely high!

Even at the wedding ceremony on the wedding day, fresh cassia twigs are used to symbolize "wealth, honor and good fortune".

The osmanthus flowers produced in Guixi City in Shu are considered the best in the world, so when the time comes, local officials will drive the people to go up the mountain to pick osmanthus flowers.

The little girl's father died early and her mother was frail and sickly.

The family received a task to collect five dou of osmanthus flowers, and the little girl had to go and pick osmanthus flowers for her mother, otherwise she would have to use silver to offset the osmanthus tax.

Xin Baicao shook his head and sighed:

"I once heard that Guixi City had an osmanthus tax every now and then. So that's how it is!"

"Picking osmanthus, picking osmanthus, the people can't bear the burden!"

After hearing what the little girl said, Wen Yanzhao tightly grasped the reins, his heart filled with resentment:

"I thought the world was peaceful and the people lived in peace under the Xiao royal family's rule, but I didn't expect..."

"The feudal dynasties are all just crap, damn it!"

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