"Mr. Lu? Which Mr. Lu?" the guard asked.

"Mr. Lu Chenlu."

"What is Lu Chen? I've never heard of it. Get out of here! Don't get in the way!" the guard scolded.

There are countless people who come to Huangfu's house to give gifts every day.

This kind of scene is no longer strange.

"But Mr. Lu said that it must be handed over to Master Huangfu Jie." Uncle Huang was a little embarrassed.

"Hey! Can't understand people's language, right? Get out of here!" The guard was a little impatient.

"Why don't you go in and report first?" Uncle Huang shrank his neck, a little afraid.

"What are you? Are you worthy of my notification? Get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for being rude!" the guard said coldly.

"What's the noise?"

At this time, a tall and thick man came out from inside.

When the guard who had just glared at him saw him, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face: "Master Xiong, it's nothing serious. There is a beggar at the door, saying that he wants to give Master Jie a gift. I will drive him away immediately."

"etc!"

Huangfu Xiong raised his hand to stop him and looked at Uncle Huang: "Do you know Huangfu Jie?"

"do not know."

Uncle Huang shook his head and said with a fearful look on his face: "It's Mr. Lu Chenlu who asked me to deliver medicinal wine to Mr. Huangfujie. Please be accommodating."

"Lu Chen?"

Huangfu Xiong's eyes turned cold: "So you are his."

"It seems that you know Mr. Lu, so that will be easy."

Uncle Huang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had met a savior.

"Yeah, it's really easy to handle."

Huangfu Xiong smiled coldly: "Did you just say that you would give this jar of medicinal wine to Huangfu Jie?"

"That's right." Uncle Huang nodded repeatedly.

"Isn't there poison in the wine?" Huangfu Xiong squinted.

"poison?"

Uncle Huang was taken aback, and immediately waved his hands in a hurry: "No! Impossible! This medicinal wine is used to cure diseases and save lives, how could it be poisonous?"

"It's not poisonous, why don't you take a sip first?" Huangfu Xiong laughed jokingly.

"This is Mr. Huangfujie's wine. I'm lowly, so I can't drink it." Uncle Huang smiled apologetically.

"What? No face?"

Huangfu Xiong's face darkened: "If you don't dare to drink, it proves that there is a ghost. Come and arrest him!" JrNovels.com