I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Zhou Xiaosan's words were short, but the amount of information contained in them was too much.

The diners were dumbfounded, they didn't feel like eating melons now, they just felt as if they had heard a whole and vague fairy tale.

This…

"Is that so?" A diner swallowed and asked in surprise.

Zhou Xiaosan nodded seriously: "That's true."

"That day, not only someone was there, but Li Langzhong from the Ministry of War, and Mr. Sun, the Minister of Dali Temple, were all there."

The diners still couldn't believe it, but with Yin Xuan and Zhou Xiaosan's status, they wouldn't be able to make fun of ordinary people like them.

In addition, Zhou Xiaosan spit out the high status of Lang Zhong and Si Qing.

It doesn't look like a fake at all.

It's just...they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

With so many senior officials involved, Zhou Xiaosan deliberately concealed something. They dared not and did not want to know what happened that day.

Eating melons also depends on whether the melons can be eaten by themselves.

However, they suddenly realized in their hearts.

A few days ago, they had been discussing the question - why there were so many names on the blacklist, but only Li Xiaogong's name had a red circle on it.

I understand now.

It turned out that it was because... Li Xiaogong's life had already been planned by Lord Zhengyang.

After several diners thanked Zhou Xiaosan, they discussed in a low voice.

The court's reaction to this matter was very strange, and they didn't know how to characterize this matter.

In fact, Li Xiaogong's death has nothing to do with Yin Xuan, he died because of a sudden heartache while exercising at night.

But... what a coincidence, Yin Xuan said with absolute certainty more than a month ago that he had provoked himself, and he would not have a good life for a few days.

Then Lee Hyo-gong really died.

Do you want to say it doesn't matter?

Li Shimin thinks it's okay, but people from the Guanlong family, even a scheming person like Changsun Wuji, are a little bit reconciled. They don't understand why they lost such a big power?
But now I can't grasp any handles.

After the first seven days, it's time to go to the ground for peace, and the burial has not been done for a long time, so I checked back and forth, if Feng Chao was not from Yin Xuan's family, Changsun Wuji would like to ask Feng Chao's people to come and check.

But nothing was checked.

It's just normal heartache.

Li Xiaogong's sons and daughters were extremely angry, pointing at Sun Fujia and yelling at him every day in the court hall - this matter was secretly presided over by Changsun Wuji, but in the face of it, it still had to be handed over to Dali Temple for review, and Sun Fujia became the one lying on the gun of.

Sun Fujia can only pretend to be dead, what do you say?I'm old and deaf, I can't hear.

The imperial court has always been difficult to make a qualitative conclusion on this matter.

It can only be delayed in this way, or some evidence is really found, or... just let it go.

On the contrary, there is an extremely enthusiastic discussion on this matter.

It's not because of Li Xiaogong's status, there are too many dead and dead in these years, they want to eat melons one by one, and they can't finish eating until they are exhausted.

It's because of Lee Hyo-gong's death.

What a gimmick it was to bump into Lord Zhengyang and then die—thanks to the fact that in Chang'an City, the only media agency for publicity is the magazine in Yin Xuan's hand.

Otherwise... there might already be newspapers printing headlines like this on the front page - "Shocked! Minister of Rites died with a single sentence!"

But now the heat of discussion in the market, whether there is such a headline party, does not seem to have much influence.

Chase Square.

Workers have just finished their morning work, and they get a three-hour break at noon.

The fast food restaurant opened by the high-speed rail has become their meeting place. It is cheap, delicious, and clean. The most important thing is this place. The rich but not so rich will come, and the poor but not so poor will also come. .

He is like a channel, a channel that opens up and down.

Several workers skillfully selected dishes and sat down on a table.

As soon as he sat down, he took a mouthful of food by himself, and said, "You said...that Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites was really killed by Zhengyang Gong in one sentence."

"Can it be fake? This is what Zhou Shilang said." The other person nodded and drank half a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

The person who asked the question at first was still a little hesitant.

Another person spoke slowly, with an attitude of hindsight: "I have already said, who is Lord Zhengyang? He is an exiled immortal, not an ordinary person."

"Although I don't know how that lord offended Duke Zhengyang."

"However, if a mortal bumps into a god in the sky, what good will happen to him? Let him live for another month and explain his funeral, and Zhengyang's benevolence will be exhausted."

Many people around nodded in agreement.

That is, a mortal, no matter how high his status is in the mortal world, can he be compared with a god.

Compared with the disbelief in the court, the public believed that this was the truth. They felt that the rumor that was spread was an indisputable fact.

The person at the next table suddenly turned around and said cautiously, "Hey, let me tell you, do you know how that Li Shangshu died?"

The people at this table shook their heads.

There was some expectation in their eyes.

The person who came over with his head was an inquirer from the toy factory next door.

He used to hang out in Pingkangfang, but later... Yin Lulu took advantage of others. When he went to the toilet, he threw two firecrackers far away, and his reputation has been ruined since then.

He also suddenly realized that being a ranger has no future, so he washed his hands in the golden basin, and later came here to be an honorable worker.

But Jinpen washed his hands clean, and he didn't abandon his previous contacts.

He can proudly say that when he went up to Fengchao or went down to Guigong in the brothel, there was not a single one that he had not beaten, or he had been beaten.

"I have a friend who is a bad person in Wannian County." The man spoke slowly and began to gossip, "He knows the doctor who treats Li Shangshu."

"I asked on the sidelines, and the doctor said... Li Shangshu died of heartache, it happened suddenly, he struggled on the bed for a whole day before he died."

The few other people who were listening smacked their lips subconsciously. This way of dying is painful enough, and it hurts just to hear it.

Speaking of this, the man pretended to be a fool, and said slowly: "But... you also know that aristocratic families always have some nice words in order to protect their own face."

"I've also heard of a different thing."

Having said that, he shut his mouth.

The people at this table curled their lips, good guy... no wonder they said it so bluntly today, so they were waiting here.

Eat and drink, right?