Jiang Feng was the kind of person who could tolerate others flaunting their might in front of him and drugging him face to face.

Apparently, he wasn’t.

Jiang Feng recognized that the poison Qian Shaolong had planted in his wine cup was called Qianchi Lang.

At first glance, you may not find this name special, but you should know that it is actually a laxative, so you probably won’t think that way.

Qianchi Lang was not only a laxative, but also an extremely poisonous laxative.

With the amount of potion Qian Shaolong had given Jiang Feng, if he didn’t pay attention to it, Jiang Feng would most likely die of diarrhea.

Then what kind of poison did Jiang Feng poison Qian Shaolong and the others?

Speaking of which, Jiang Feng was actually much warmer than Qian Shaolong and the others. At the very least, Jiang Feng had never thought that he would take their lives.

In the Tianji Pavilion of Feihong Tower, Qian Shaolong and the others, who had just finished bathing, were gathering together to eat and drink.

“Young Master Long, is that really that old Wen Zhentang’s closed-door disciple that I met in the lobby of the Flying Red Pavilion? I don’t think I’ve heard of such a person in Qingyuan Mansion,” the young masters said to Qian Shaolong as they cupped their cups.

“Who cares, he drank my thousand foot wave, and in less than an incense stick of time his butt will stick to the toilet can not get up.

“Let me tell you, my Thousand Foot Wave has been purified by a unique sect. Just a small amount of it is enough to kill that brat.”

“Hahaha … still Young Master Long is wise. That brat really doesn’t open his eyes. He actually dares to offend Young Master Long.”

As the young master sitting beside Qian Shaolong spoke, both of his hands tightly hugged Qian Shaolong’s arm.

Moreover, his left hand reached through Qian Shaolong’s collar and touched Qian Shaolong’s chest.

Qian Shaolong glanced at this young master. Originally, he was prepared to be angry.

But for some reason, Qian Shaolong didn’t get angry. He actually had feelings for this young master …

At this moment, Jiang Feng, Xiao Ding, and the others were walking out of Feihong Tower.

During this time, Xin Jianfeng bid farewell to Jiang Feng and the others. While Jiang Feng was leading Xiao Ding and the others along the road, he took out the poison he had given Qian Shaolong and the others and studied it.

Qian Shaolong and the others were given the poison in a small fiery red porcelain bottle. The name of the poison, Spring Breeze, was written on the porcelain bottle.

On the back of the bottle, Jiang Feng could see the effect of “Spring Breeze” written on it.

Joyful Gate specially made poison, regardless of gender, age, people or livestock. Once consumed, one’s mind would definitely become confused and take the initiative to find a living creature to mate with.

“Oh, obediently, this poison is actually this effective. I didn’t pay attention to it when I snatched it back. Aiya … I lost a lot. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have needed so much. Keep a little more. What if it would be useful in the future?”

“What are you talking about sneakily? Where are we going now?” Xiao Ding touched Jiang Feng’s shoulder and asked.

Jiang Feng quickly put the spring breeze into his storage ring and took out Wen Zhentang’s storage ring. “I promised Lord Wen’s Manor that I would return this storage ring to his third son, Wen Ruixiang,” he said.

And I will also help him take the position of the Wen Clan’s Clan Master and guard the Wen Clan in Qingyuan. ”

Just as Jiang Feng was leading Xiao Ding and the others to Qingyuan Wen’s Manor, Wen’s Manor’s third son, Wen Ruixiang, had just recovered from his hangover in Qingyuan Wen Zhentang.

Regarding Wen Zhentang’s death, the people sent by County Magistrate Wang Fengchun had already informed Wen’s Manor last night.

Wen Ruixiang knew that he had been drinking all night after this incident, so he could not wake up until now.

Wen Ruixiang knew in a daze that he was currently sleeping in a warm bed. He did not want to believe that the tragic news of his father’s death was true, so he did not want to let his last remaining drowsiness dissipate.

Wen Ruixiang tilted his body and stretched out his hand to explore.

This touch shocked Wen Ruixiang. What was this?

“Big brother, I’ve searched everywhere, but I can’t find Ping’er. Unless she’s in Xiang’er’s room due to a demonic barrier.”

A gentle voice sounded. Wen Ruixiang did not like this voice, because the owner of this voice was his second mother.

Wen Ruixiang’s father, Wen Zhentang, had two wives. At first, the first wife could not give birth to a son and a half for Wen Zhentang, but the second wife gave birth to two sons for Wen Zhentang.

Wen Ruixiang was born after that, by Wen Zhentang’s first wife.

However, just as Wen Ruixiang was born, his mother died from dystocia, so he had always been unpopular at home.

“What are you doing in Hu Badao? How could Ping’er be in Xiang’er’s room?”

The one who said this was Wen Ruixiang’s uncle, Wen Zhenzhou.

“Mm … it hurts …”

When Wen Ruixiang heard this voice, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Why does the owner of this voice sound like …

“Bang!”

Just as Wen Ruixiang was about to open his eyes, a loud noise completely dispelled his drowsiness.

Wen Ruixiang suddenly opened his eyes and saw a tall and muscular man with a face full of anger rushing in.

Then, a charming and enchanting woman with a curvaceous figure also entered the room.

“Heavens, it’s really Ping’er. Aiyo, my poor sister …”

The seductive woman jumped onto the bed and knelt down, crying loudly.

The chill in Wen Ruixiang’s heart had already spread to his entire body, because he had already reacted.

The woman who slept with him was his second mother’s younger sister, Lin Fengping!

“You bastard!”

Wen Zhenzhou, who had rushed into the room with Wen Ruixiang and his wife, scolded Wen Ruixiang angrily.

After cursing, he grabbed Wen Ruixiang and threw him out of the room.

Wen Ruixiang landed on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was born without the talent to cultivate martial arts, so his physical fitness was very weak.

Wen Ruixiang looked up at Wen Zhenzhou, who had jumped out of the room one after another. He insisted on getting up and shouted, “Uncle, don’t hit me … I was framed.”

Wen Ruixiang’s memory had gradually recovered. He remembered that when he was half drunk, someone covered his nose and mouth with a towel, and then he fainted after inhaling the Ecstasy.

When she woke up, she was already sleeping in the same bed as Lin Fengping.

If this wasn’t a frame-up, then what could it be?

Moreover, based on the memories in his mind, Wen Ruixiang was basically able to determine who had framed him.

It was his “gentle and kind” second mother, Lin Fenglan!

She usually pretended to be gentle and kind, but in fact, Snake and Scorpion’s heart wanted to kill him several times.

Why did Wen Ruixiang become a thorn in her side?

The reason was very simple, because she wanted one of her two sons to inherit the position of Wen Family’s Patriarch.

As Wen Ruixiang was the successor appointed by his grandfather, Wen Zhenting, only when he died would her son have the chance to become the Patriarch.

Wen Ruixiang raised his head to look at Wen Zhenzhou. He wanted to use his sincere gaze to find Wen Zhenzhou in exchange for an opportunity to explain.

Unfortunately, the sincerity in Wen Ruixiang’s eyes had yet to be fully conveyed. Wen Zhenzhou had once again kicked him in the abdomen, knocking him backwards.

Wen Zhenzhou angrily scolded, “Bastard! How dare you argue for doing such an intolerable thing?”

Wen Ruixiang gritted his teeth and looked at Wen Zhenzhou angrily. He could already feel that Wen Zhenzhou wanted to kill him.

Wen Ruixiang knelt down and spat out a mouthful of blood. “I am your nephew. I was framed. Do you believe me?”

Originally, Wen Zhenzhou, who was heading towards Wen Ruixiang and was about to attack him again, stopped for a moment. But in the end, his eyes narrowed and he scolded, “You bastard, you are not worthy of being my nephew. No! You are not worthy of being surnamed Wen!”

After Wen Zhenzhou finished speaking, he kicked Wen Ruixiang away again.

This time, Wen Ruixiang’s body crashed into the courtyard wall, and he felt that his own people were about to fall apart. Blood kept coming out of his mouth and nose.

Wen Ruixiang smiled miserably. He looked at Wen Zhenzhou with his clear eyes and said, “Beat me, beat me to death.”

Only when I’m dead will that woman’s son have the chance to be the head of Wen Clan’s family.

And you will naturally be able to get a piece of Wen Clan’s family business, right?

My clothes are neat and tidy, and there must be some mysterious drug left in my nose and mouth.

If my guess is correct, then Lin Fengping must still be a virgin.

You don’t care about so many doubts, you want to kill me.

“Wen Zhenzhou, what is your motive?”

Wen Zhenzhou was stunned. Wen Ruixiang’s words made him not know what to do.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. At this moment, Lan Xin ran out and hugged Wen Zhenzhou’s shoulder and cried bitterly, “Big brother, you must help my sister Ping’er. That bed … is full of blood.”

The bed was covered in blood.

Wen Zhenzhou and Wen Ruixiang understood what this meant.

Wen Ruixiang lowered his head and looked at his clothes. He was dressed in white. Apart from some mud and some blood on his chest, there was not a single trace of blood on the hem of his clothes.

Obviously, the so-called bed was covered in blood. Perhaps Lin Fenglan or Lin Fengping had just brought it up.

Wen Ruixiang didn’t say anything else. He wanted to see how Wen Zhenzhou would handle it.

Wen Ruixiang didn’t believe that Wen Zhenzhou wouldn’t be able to see such an obvious flaw.

Wen Zhenzhou gritted his teeth and shouted, “Someone!”

“This subordinate is here!” The housekeeper of the Wen Clan, Pang Hai, brought two Wen Clan guards into the courtyard. The three of them bowed to Wen Zhenzhou at the same time.

“What orders do you have?”

Wen Zhenzhou looked at Wen Ruixiang with a cold expression, “Throw this bastard out of the Wen Clan. From now on, he will no longer be a member of my Wen Clan!”

“Big brother” Lin Fenglan was obviously unwilling to let Wen Zhenzhou deal with Wen Ruixiang like this. What she wanted was Wen Ruixiang’s life.

Wen Zhenzhou said coldly, “It’s settled. No one is allowed to plead for mercy!”

“Yes!” Pang Hai led the two guards towards Wen Ruixiang.

Wen Ruixiang leaned against the wall and stood up. He coldly shouted to Pang Hai, “Get lost! Don’t touch me. I have hands and feet, I can walk on my own.”

As Wen Ruixiang spoke, he walked directly to Wen’s Manor’s gate. At this moment, a group of people walked into Wen’s Manor’s open gate.

The leader smiled and asked, “May I ask who is Wen’s Manor’s Third Young Master, Wen Ruixiang?”