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

Beat yourself up?
why?
Changsun Wuyi bit the bullet and asked: "The student has never offended Lord Zhengyang. I don't know that Lord Zhengyang is going to do such a vicious thing."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment and sped up his speech: "If Mr. Zhengyang thinks beating up the students can vent his anger, then Mr. Zhengyang will go ahead and do it, and the students will have no complaints."

"It is a great blessing to be able to give up the flesh and blood of the students and let Zhengyang open his mind."

Yin Xuan grinned: "As expected of the eldest grandson's family, the words are beautiful."

"But...you should have some impressions about gambling?"

Changsun Wuyi paused, then bit the bullet and nodded: "Yes."

This is not a big deal. Although the court has been controlling the gambling houses, over the years, the number of gambling houses has only decreased, not increased. Even except myself, no one has been able to obtain a qualification to open a gambling house in accordance with the laws of the Tang Dynasty.

When it comes to gambling, they are just looking for fun.

It did not delay the Cuju League.

This matter... why did Lord Zhengyang get angry?

"Have you read the magazine?" Yin Xuan asked again.

Changsun Wuyi nodded: "How many episodes have you watched?"

Yin Xuan shook the stick in his hand: "Then you should remember my views on gambling?"

Changsun Wuyi was speechless for a moment, he was not interested in the magazine, and after reading those few issues, he only bought it if he was interested in the mental story on it.

He didn't glance at the part about Cuju and academics.

If it weren't for the fact that Cuju could earn so much copper, he wouldn't even know the rules of Cuju.

"It seems that you don't remember?" Yin Xuan took the walking stick and lightly tapped the ground a few times. There were a few bangs, which made Changsun Wuyi tremble a few times. "Then let me remind you."

"When the news of the Cuju League was sent out, I said it in the magazine."

"Anyone who wants to gamble is against me."

Changsun Wuyi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood why people always came to persuade him to be sneaky when he gambled.

Especially after the Ministry of War incident, the number of people who came to gamble dropped by half.

He thought it was the reason, it turned out to be this...

"Understood?" Yin Xuan raised his walking stick.

The eldest grandson Wuyi exclaimed: "Mr. Zhengyang, the students know they are wrong, please tell Zhengyang publicly how to compensate Mr. Zhengyang."

Changsun Wuji's voice also came from outside the courtyard: "Duke Zhengyang, please be merciful!"

Yin Xuan smiled slightly.

Taking a step forward, the crutch in his hand swung down without hesitation, and hit Changsun Wuyi's calf.

Click it.

The bone broke, and Changsun Wuyi fell to the ground.

Changsun Wuji stepped into the door with strides, just in time to see Yin Xuan swinging his crutch, and smashing it a second time, it was the other calf, still with an extremely crisp sound.

Changsun Wuji's face turned pale, he looked at Yin Xuan coldly: "Mr. Zhengyang is so powerful, he broke into my house for no reason and injured my younger brother."

"Could it be that Mr. Zhengyang really has no one in his eyes, thinking that this Tang Dynasty and this Chang'an are your territory."

Yin Xuan turned around and looked at Changsun Wuji coldly. Changsun Wuyi's wailing became the accompaniment in this room: "I am so majestic."

"Datang, Chang'an, no matter where I am, I come and leave whenever I want, what can you do to me?"

Changsun Wuji felt that his teeth had been bitten badly.

Yin Xuan continued: "Your brother, you are disobedient. I told you half a year ago that whoever dares to gamble will offend me and become my enemy."

"Now, as he wishes."

With a wave of the walking stick, the howling wind sounded, aiming at the wailing man on the ground.

Changsun Wuji glared at his younger brother viciously. He is such a smart person, how could he not have imagined that it was Yin Xuan who took this opportunity to take revenge on himself.

To retaliate... The court let it go, and did not find out what happened.

"Since Lord Zhengyang has already punished his younger brother, please leave." Changsun Wuji gritted his teeth and said harshly, "The rough food in my house may not suit Duke Zhengyang's appetite."

Yin Xuan shook his head: "No hurry."

Changsun Wuji was taken aback.

"There is one more person." Yin Xuan smiled softly, "Your son Changsun Jing is also involved in this matter, call him over, and save me the trouble of finding him."

Changsun Jing?

Changsun Wuji stared at Changsun Wuyi.

The eldest grandson Wuyi caught his brother's eyes and nodded with some difficulty, indicating that his nephew was indeed involved in this matter.

Changsun Wuji was silent, and they were about to speak to persuade Yin Xuan, hoping to pay some price in exchange for their son's legs.

Yin Xuan sighed, found a stool to sit down, and looked at Changsun Wuji coldly: "So, do you have to make me trouble?"

"You know, if you stop me or don't cooperate with me, I will treat you as my enemy and stand on the opposite side of me."

"Today it's a fight to hit two, it's a fight to hit three, it's a fight to hit a group."

As he said that, Yin Xuan waved his crutches a few times, making it look like a tiger.

"Since it troubles me, I don't mind more trouble."

Changsun Wuji felt his legs suddenly feel sore.

Up to now, Li Daozong's right leg has been disabled, and now he walks with a limp. Changsun Wuji doesn't want to be like Li Daozong.

Even... the thought of going up in a wheelchair tomorrow gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Changsun Wuji bit the bullet, and waved to the little maid beside him: "Go, call Xiao Qilang-jun."

The maidservant responded and hurried out.

Not long after, he brought the pale-faced Changsun Jing over. On the way, he had already heard the maid about the cause and effect, and now his whole body was numb.

He really wanted to run, but... when Mr. Zhengyang wanted to beat someone up, where could he run even if he could?
There are branches of Zhengyang Gong in Kucha.

There are people from Zhengyanggong in Persia.

"Father."

"Mr. Zhengyang."

Changsun Jing greeted Changsun Wuji and Yin Xuan respectfully, with an unrealistic expectation in his heart, if he behaved better, wouldn't he not have to be beaten?
Yin Xuan beckoned: "Come here."

Changsun Jing walked over.

"I'll give you an opinion." Yin Xuan said slowly.

Changsun Jing was suddenly overjoyed. Judging by the tone of his voice, it seemed that he didn't need to be beaten anymore?
Yin Xuan pointed to the ground: "Lie down now, it will feel better."

Lie... lie down?

Is this the opinion of Mr. Zhengyang?
He took a deep breath, still chose to be obedient, lay down, closed his eyes tightly, hoping that Mr. Zhengyang would be more gentle.

But... Yin Xuan is not a soft-hearted person.

Click twice.

Zhang Sunjing's two lower legs were broken.

Yin Xuan got up slowly, looking at the crutch in his hand, his eyes were full of satisfaction—as expected of Wei Zhengyong, it broke four legs without even a crack.