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

Dangerous elements?

Yin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and followed the sudden red light to look over - the person marked by the system was a diner who came at noon with the flow of people, and ordered food peacefully.

It seemed that a guest who kept his own law and order wanted to overturn the table and take the life of the cook himself?

The guest was also looking up at Yin Xuan.

The eyes of the two people met.

The customer put his hand into his cuff, as if he was digging for something—this kind of behavior is very normal in restaurants, handkerchiefs, magazines, articles...anything may be stuffed in the sleeve pocket.

He didn't feel guilty about doing bad things at all, and smiled respectfully at Yin Xuan.

It doesn't look any different from all the customers in the restaurant.

But... Yin Xuan's heart tightened.

The system has never been aimless, let alone make such jokes.

next second.

The man stood up, took out what was in his sleeve—it was a gun, and the moment he took it out and aimed it, he pulled the trigger.

Tongues of fire swallowed and smoke drifted out.

Yin Xuan's nerves were tense, and the moment he stood up, he rolled over and rolled under the counter.

He escaped.

But... the counter behind him has no feet, so he is not so lucky.

The wine jar placed on the cabinet was broken, and the fragrance of Yu Jingqiu began to permeate the restaurant.

The diners sitting next to that person were stunned for a moment when the gunshot rang out, and then they realized that someone had committed a murder!

They swooped in and pinned the man down before he could fire a second shot.

And those who sat close to the counter quickly got up and walked to the counter.

"Duke Zhengyang? Duke Zhengyang!"

They shouted, their voices trembling, for fear that something might happen to the respected Lord Zhengyang.

"Is there any blood?" Those who failed to squeeze in began to point fingers outside.

"Look where Duke Zhengyang is injured?"

"I'll call the doctor!" A man ran out the door in a hurry, heading for the nearest medical center.

Yin Xuan supported the corner of the table, stood up from the counter, and waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Not hurt either."

It's just... a bit embarrassing, all the wine was spilled on him, half of his clothes were wet, and the strong smell of alcohol lingered on him.

The guests in the restaurant breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that Mr. Zhengyang is fine.

The diners who were pressing down on the murderer also breathed a sigh of relief. They turned their heads and looked at the overturned meals, feeling a little pain in their hearts. While others were not paying attention, they picked a shrimp and stuffed it into their mouths .

Yin Xuan frowned. He was in a bad mood. He waved his hand and called Di Renjie over. This kid still didn't take the imperial examination this year, and he was still waiting for another round of time: "Go back to the teahouse, then go home, and talk to them Say."

"Don't pass on the messy news, so that they can rest assured."

The news that he was assassinated was really too exciting.

I feel exciting, let alone other people.

The health of the family members is not bad, so I don't worry that after hearing the news, they will be like that little old man Li Yuan, their faces swelled into a pig's liver, and they almost lost their breath.

嗏

Li Lizhi is pregnant now, and this is the most unstable time, if she didn't hear all the news, and then she became pregnant, that would not be a good thing.

Di Renjie came down and trotted out.

Yin Xuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the prisoner, feeling a little helpless.

Layer after layer of people, pressing down on that person tightly, and the big man covered in murderers is eating his mouth full of oil at this moment.

"Tie that man up and send it to me. I'll change my clothes first." Yin Xuan sighed, waved his hands, and glanced at Li Yuan.

Li Yuan nodded, he was taken aback, but nothing happened, especially after Yin Xuan had no accident, he was just taken aback.

When Yin Xuan came out from the backyard after changing his clothes, the murderer was tied up and knelt in front of the counter.

The side of the counter has also been cleaned long ago, and the wine stains and ceramic fragments are gone, but the smell of alcohol will not disappear for a while.

Oh... It can't be said that it is completely cleaned.

Under the murderer's knees, there were still shards, and within a short while, blood overflowed.

Gun Gun watched from the sidelines, grinning, and slapped him from time to time.

Li Yuan's little old men didn't eat, and sat by the counter, staring at the murderer covetously.

Diners were not surprised either.

Li Yuan is the father of Yin Xuan's father-in-law, and it is only natural to stand up at this moment. As for the other three little old men-they are friends, isn't it normal for them to get together?
"What did you ask?" Yin Xuan came over and asked casually.

Li Yuan shook his head: "I haven't asked yet."

In this matter, they can support Yin Xuan, but they can't go beyond the decision, after all, Yin Xuan is the one who suffers.

"Who sent you here?" Yin Xuan walked over and kicked the man.

The man grinned, his mouth was full of blood, his teeth were roughly pried out, and he smiled viciously at Yin Xuan, but he didn't say anything.

The tooth was knocked off by the guards around Li Yuan.

The dead men of this era have the habit of hiding poison in their teeth - at first he failed to take the poison in time to commit suicide because the person with his face on his back was sitting on his buttocks, and his teeth couldn't open.

And when Yin Xuan went to change his clothes, the guards beside Li Yuan took over and did not give him a chance to take the poison.

"Dead man?" Yin Xuan thought of this possibility.

Li Yuan nodded: "That's what I said."

Yin Xuan didn't continue to ask any further questions, it was obviously impossible to pry the man's mouth open with the gentle means that can be used in restaurants: "Where is the gun that man used?"

The guard at the side immediately handed over a pistol, pointing the muzzle at himself, for fear that the frightened Lord Zhengyang would slap himself when he looked at the muzzle.

Yin Xuan grabbed it, observed, and frowned slightly.

"Is it Fengchao's gun?" Li Yuan asked with a serious tone. If... it is really Fengchao, then the nature of this matter has changed.

Yin Xuan shook his head and answered decisively: "No."

Fengchao is not to the point of being infiltrated.

"I'm just a little surprised at the structure of this gun. It's very fine. It's almost the same as the one produced by Fengchao, but the manufacturing process is very different."

Yes, fine.

It can even be described as a work of art. The barrel, rifling, and magazine are all full of craftsmen's thoughts.

"Someone made a gun privately?" Li Yuan muttered.

Yin Xuan turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Although Datang clearly stipulates that only Fengchao and the imperial court can make guns, and the method of making guns has not been spread, but... the people of Datang are not fools.

Firearms are not particularly precise, and they can always be figured out after taking it apart.

As long as you keep it secret and don't tell outsiders, what's the matter with making guns?