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

Wu Jue said seriously: "Dalang, I still have the same idea, this thing has to be grasped in our own hands."

She was referring to what the intelligence said.

"Cuju is pure cuju." Yin Xuan shook his head, "I will deal with this matter personally. As for the idea of ​​gambling, let's get rid of it."

Wu Jue pouted aggrievedly.

Dalang is good at everything.

It's just that he can't live with pornography, gambling and drugs, how can it be like this...

According to this information, it is said that Changsun Wuji's younger brother, Changsun Wuyi, and Changsun Wuji's bastard son, Changsun Jing, plus some bastards from aristocratic families, jointly set up a gambling house.

This gambling house does not support other gambling, only football betting.

Before each game, there will be a handicap, ranging from the team's tie, to the number of goals scored in each game, and how many goals there can be. The bad guys didn't find out too much.

But... there is a superficial saying, every time there is a handicap, there are at least tens of thousands of copper coins rolling around.

Don't look at Yin Xuan who doesn't take money as money.

Tens of thousands of guan is not a small number.

At least Wu Jue saw it very well. She has been greedy for gambling for a long time, and she proposed to Yin Xuan many times, but she was roughly pushed back. This head must not be opened.

What a wonderful and pure sport Cuju is.

It just happened that someone wanted to paint it with a color that shouldn't belong to it.

Yin Xuan will never allow it.

"What is Da Lang going to do?" Wu Jue asked.

Yin Xuan pondered for a while, and then ordered: "Take some people and smash the gambling house, and the rest of the people should be sent to the government office."

Wu Jue was taken aback for a moment.

Ok?
Didn't it mean... Datang resolved this matter by himself.

Yin Xuan let out a breath, stood up, touched the objects on the counter, and sighed: "I will solve the root cause of this matter, it is not easy for you to face them."

Although Wu Jue is arrogant, even though many people in the court, seeing her, they have to respectfully call her Miss Wu.

But in front of Changsun Wuji, it's still not enough.

Yin Xuan smacked his lips, he knew that the sandalwood stick would not be left in the Ministry of War, and now there is no suitable guy to beat people...

Suddenly, his gaze stopped and fell on Wei Zheng's crutch.

He walked over.

Wei Zheng had noticed Yin Xuan's gaze a long time ago, and now he was even more uncomfortable and shivered. He wanted to make three cakes, but with a shake of his hand, he pushed Wutiao down first.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Li Yuan snatched him over and touched him.

"Why is Zhengyang?" Wei Zheng asked.

Yin Xuan chuckled: "Mr. Xuan Cheng, I will lend you a walking stick."

crutch?

Wei Zheng glanced at the crutch beside the table, he was a little confused, so, Yin Xuan is young and strong, why would he borrow something used by such an old guy.

"What's the use of Duke Zhengyang?" Wei Zheng asked again.

Yin Xuan chuckled again: "Beat me."

Looking at Wei Zheng's sluggish face, he quickly added: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring it back for you, and try not to break it for you."

"If you make a discount, I will give you a [-]% discount for future meals."

Feeling helpless, Wei Zheng took the cards played by Li Yuan in the second round, pushed him down and yelled Hu, and agreed to Yin Xuan's request.

Yin Xuan picked up the walking stick and weighed it in his hand.

Crutches are naturally made of hardwood, and Wei Zheng's stick is made of rosewood, the people of Tang prefer this beautiful and practical wood.

Holding a crutch, Yin Xuan hung up a sign saying that business was temporarily closed, and rushed to the Changsun Mansion.

The concierge of the Changsun Mansion.

He recognizes Yin Xuan, the murderous god.

Seeing Yin Xuan approaching, he walked out trembling, wishing he could kneel in front of Yin Xuan, and asked respectfully, "Mr. Zhengyang, do you want to visit my Dalang?"

Yin Xuan shook his head, squinted his eyes, and said very gently: "I'm not here to see your boss, I'm here to beat someone up."

The porter's heart skipped a beat.

Yin Xuan paused, took out a note from his arms, saw the name on it, and asked, "Excuse me, are Changsun Wuyi and Changsun Jing here?"

The concierge swallowed and did not dare to answer.

"Are you here?" Yin Xuan's voice became a little impatient.

The concierge still didn't answer, he remembered that Goro and Mr. Xiao Qilang were both at home.

Yin Xuan waved his hand and walked straight inside: "Forget it, I'll go find it myself."

The concierge and the guards didn't dare to stop him. Mr. Zhengyang is a murderous person. Whoever dares to stop him will definitely be beaten up. Since the last time, no one thinks that Mr. Zhengyang is a powerless man. of scholars.

Yin Xuan rampaged in Changsun's mansion, and soon found Changsun Wuyi's yard.

It's easy to find.

As the younger brother of Changsun Wuji, he lived a life of drunkenness and dreams in the Changsun's mansion - this is also Changsun Wuji's compensation for his younger brother.

Changsun Wuji is not Xingda, but the fourth child of the Changsun family.

The eldest brother, Sun Wunai, died during the rebellion in the former Sui Dynasty, the second elder brother, Sun Hengan, died during the war, and the third elder brother, Sun Wuxian, was still there, but... he once turned against Li Yuan and was sent to the frontier.

The eldest grandson Wuji is the most reliable in the family.

The example of Changsun Wuxian is also the first. He knows that if the Changsun family wants to be good, at least when he is under one person and above ten thousand people, his younger brother cannot enter the court.

So... Changsun Wuyi only has the title of County Duke and a fourth-rank Wusan official position.

There is no need to go to the court, and there is no task. He eats, drinks and seeks pleasure all day long, and is his playboy.

Yin Xuan kicked open the courtyard door and broke in.

The eldest grandson Wuyi was sleeping comfortably after eating wine last night until this morning, when he was startled by the noise, he got up from the bed cursingly: "Who, didn't you see that the young master was sleeping, making such a big noise? "

The servants in the courtyard rolled into the door, panicking: "Wulang, Zheng... Zhengyang Gong is here."

"It doesn't work if anyone comes, I'm going to sleep..." Zhangsun Wuyi opened his mouth and only cursed halfway. Then he suddenly woke up and looked at his servant in astonishment, "Who? Who's here?"

The servant didn't answer yet.

Yin Xuan opened the door and walked in, holding a walking stick in his hand - he is not short, and the walking stick that Wei Zheng used was just right, not reaching Yin Xuan's waist.

"It's me." Yin Xuan's voice came into the room first, and then walked in.

The eldest grandson Wuyi hurriedly got up from the bed, and bowed to Yin Xuan: "Mr. Zhengyang is in front of you, are you here to look for me?"

His heart skipped a beat.

My elder brother is a thousand exhortations and ten thousand exhortations, don't offend Zhengyang Gong, and I did exactly that.

Such a bad look.

"Yeah, I'm here to look for you." Yin Xuan nodded, and said softly, "I'm in a bad mood recently, and I want to beat you up, to vent my anger."

The words were extremely gentle, but the eldest grandson Wuyi felt like falling into a cold cave.