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

After this sentence fell, both people in the room were stunned.

beat you?

What a simple and clear word, coupled with the wooden stick in Yin Xuan's hand, suddenly, a solemn atmosphere surged out.

"This... this is the Ministry of War!" Li Daozong tremblingly spit out these words tremblingly.

Yin Xuan nodded, walked in, and said indifferently: "So what, do you think I can't beat you here?"

Changsun Wuji patted the table lightly: "This is the imperial city."

"Do it here, you have to think about it."

Yin Xuan's eyes became dangerous, he raised his stick, and pointed at Changsun Wuji: "You should be lucky."

"Fortunately, you didn't show any flaws in this matter."

"Otherwise... today I will beat you together."

Changsun Wuji's face darkened.

He didn't show his face and said something... "For the sake of being your father-in-law, let Li Daozong be spared", he knew that Yin Xuan would not give him this face.

But I really didn't expect that Li Shimin wouldn't even give him face?

Li Daozong kept pushing in.

But even if his legs are good, he can't run away from Yin Xuan, let alone...he has a broken leg now, the road behind him is blocked by a wall, and he can't escape even if he wants to.

Yin Xuan walked up to him, grabbed his collar and threw it out.

Step on his ass again.

No matter how Li Daozong struggled, he could only do useless work like a tortoise whose shell had been turned over.

Yin Xuan took a deep breath, picked up the stick, and smashed it down hard with the sound of the wind.

There was a click—the still-unhealthy leg was broken again.

Yin Xuan swung it up again, waited for a while, and clicked again, and the other leg broke in response.

Li Daozong's eyes widened, his face was pale, cold sweat kept falling, and the tingling pain spread to his whole body one after another.

Really screwed up.

Changsun Wuji looked at Yin Xuan coldly, unexpectedly, but within reason, this is indeed something that Lord Zhengyang can do.

Yin Xuan exhaled.

Throw the blood-stained stick at Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji was startled, he took a deep breath, his eyes were full of astonishment.

are you crazy?
It's not that he won't do anything to himself, why now... the stick is thrown at him!
The wind of the stick whistled fiercely, and the strength contained in it was even stronger than the strength used to beat Li Daozong.

Changsun Wuji didn't have time to react.

Watching helplessly, the wooden stick flew closer and closer to him between breaths - with a bang.

The wooden stick didn't hit Changsun Wuji's head, but stuck straight into the wall behind Changsun Wuji, sinking at least halfway.

Only then did the blood stains on the end of the stick drip and land on the tip of Changsun Wuji's nose.

Made him shiver.

"Next time, it won't be as simple as just two legs." Yin Xuan looked at Changsun Wuji coldly, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and gouged out a piece of Changsun Wuji's heart.

Changsun Wuji didn't speak.

He is not afraid of life and death.

People who are afraid of death will not be able to gain military exploits, and if they are lucky enough to pick up a few, they will not be able to reach such a level.

But after all, he is a living person, and he will be afraid.

Even if it is just a trace, it is also fear.

Yin Xuan let out a sigh of relief, dragged Li Daozong, who looked like a living dead, and threw him out of the house, and placed him upright in the yard. The people from the Ministry of War poked their heads, or looked at everything from the window or through the crack of the door.

But when they met Shang Yin Xuan's gaze, they were suddenly startled and retracted their heads.

Yin Xuan left, leaving behind a dead military department.

The last time the Ministry of War was so silent was probably during the former Sui Dynasty. When Li Yuan occupied Chang'an and killed a group of former officials of the former Sui Dynasty, the Ministry of War was also so quiet.

Changsun Wuji walked out slowly, his legs were trembling and a little weak, but under the robe, others couldn't see it.

"Continue with official duties." Changsun Wuji ordered in a cold voice, "Come two people and send Li Shilang to Taichang Temple."

After a while, two strong green-robed officials trotted out, carefully put Li Daozong on the stretcher, and carefully carried him to Taichang Temple.

Changsun Wuji paused for a while before walking towards the inner city.

He is not the kind of person who can keep holding back when he is angry.To some extent, Changsun Wuji is actually a person very similar to Yin Xuan.

Ambitious, smart, and doesn't like to suffer.

only…

The biggest difference between Changsun Wuji and Yin Xuan lies in their confidence.

Changsun Wuji is also qualified to be self-willed, he is a relative of the emperor, and his achievements are almost unmatched in the entire court, but...he dare not be self-willed, not as self-willed as Yin Xuan.

His confidence is not as strong as Yin Xuan's, what's more terrible...he is reluctant to leave the court, he is a bound person under this rule.

The aristocratic family is not a piece of iron.

It's just that most of them are temporarily united in front of Yin Xuan, the real dragon.

If he dared to indulge his willfulness unscrupulously like Yin Xuan, then...those who hated him would have a chance to really do something to him.

So he can only cry to Li Shimin, hoping that His Majesty can make the decision for himself.

What Yin Xuan did was indeed not a good thing.

Breaking into the imperial palace with a stick, without saying a word, broke the leg of a senior member of the fourth rank... No matter in which era or in the eyes of anyone, this is a kind of provocation.

Li Shimin sighed softly after hearing Changsun Wuji's cry.

It's not that he doesn't know about the battle between Guan Long and Yin Xuan. As the emperor, he sees all of these.

But... Guan Long is also a group of people he has always wanted to deal with.

Although they were not as prosperous as the Five Schools and Seven Schools, but... For Li Shimin, this group of people in Guanlong should be the most dangerous group of people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

They have military exploits, military power, and fame...

It is Duke Zhengyang, who is not only famous, but may also have half of the military power. After all, he has been studying the method of making weapons.

From this point of view, Guan Long's is more perfect than Zhengyang Gongdu.

Therefore, he has always opened and closed one eye.

Changsun Wuji came to cry and complained, but he didn't want to care too much, you can't beat Zhengyang Gong now, so you came to ask yourself for help, what's the matter?

But he couldn't ignore it.

If you really don't care about it, others will think that he, the emperor, has lost the ambition of his youth, and maybe he will do more things that step on his head to take power.

Headache.

Yin Xuan had a problem for himself.

Li Shimin sighed, and looked at Changsun Wuji expressionlessly: "I know."

Changsun Wuji was in the gesture of bowing, without speaking or moving.

"Tomorrow you write a memorial, submit it to the court, and then discuss it." Li Shimin hesitated for a while, and said so.