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

Although they are all blood, the meanings contained in them are completely different.

Yin Xuan broke Li Tai's leg, which meant that he didn't even give Li Shimin face.

The emperor, an emperor with power in hand.

One is a family with almost no right to speak, but some honors.

There is no comparison.

The old man gritted his old teeth, and the crumbling teeth loosened a bit under the sudden weight.

Yin Xuan ignored their ugly expressions, but continued: "I am very dissatisfied with His Majesty's punishment for Li Tai, so I went to ask for an explanation in person."

Saying that, Yin Xuan raised two fingers.

"One hand, one leg."

"I broke these two places."

Rao they had already thought about it, and had some psychological preparations, but... hearing Yin Xuan's confession in person, they still felt very amazing.

That's Li Tai...

After doing something wrong, Li Shimin was reluctant to punish his son severely.

Yin Xuan is really capable of this ruthless hand.

But the Wei family definitely did not intend to provoke the relationship between Yin Xuan and Li Shimin. Now they are only thinking about... how to escape the fate of their own leg being about to be broken.

"This is what I want." Yin Xuan took a stick and tapped on the ground, making a crisp sound, "So...do you understand?"

The old man's complexion was a little heavy: "Does Mr. Zhengyang really want to do this?"

Yin Xuan didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to himself: "I am sixty-seven this year."

"So?" Yin Xuan asked impatiently.

The old man gritted his teeth, threatening: "If I die under Zhengyang Gong's stick..."

"Then die." Yin Xuan didn't take this threat at all.

The old man paused, looked at Yin Xuan, his eyes turned red: "Mr. Zhengyang is really not afraid of being stigmatized as an old man?"

Yin Xuan sneered: "What's the point of others evaluating me?"

"I'm comfortable, then everything is comfortable, but if I'm not comfortable, you want me to endure it with one word, who do you think I am?"

"Moreover……"

"What are you, what qualifications do you have to pour a layer of mud on me?"

He really doesn't care about historical evaluation.

Moreover…

Although Yin Xuan didn't dare to assert that he could see through the laws of history, but after all, he came from the era of the knowledge explosion, so he could more or less sum up some laws.

Get rid of some ulterior motives, or unconventional people.

Most people will have an objective evaluation - while acknowledging that Li Shimin is a murderer of his brother and forcing his father, they will not deny his historical achievements.

While recognizing Cao Cao's great achievements, he will not keep his mouth shut when he scolds him for not being a son of man and massacring the city.

History, a heavy thing, will always give the most objective evaluation.

Even if time travels, there may occasionally be some wrong remarks that gain the upper hand, but... this kind of remarks can only be used for a while.

He didn't care, and he wasn't afraid.

The old man paused, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Yes…

Who is he? Although he has some say in Datang and Chang'an, after all, from the grand perspective of history, he is an ordinary person.

His name may not be recorded in the history books, or it may be, but it is only seven or eight characters.

If he was really beaten to death by Yin Xuan.

In the history books, it should be just a short sentence, "Wechsler pleaded guilty to Duke Zhengyang and died with a stick", to tarnish his reputation, he really doesn't have the qualifications.

Yin Xuan stood up slowly, and turned the short stick in his hand: "Okay, calm down, don't make it ugly."

More than 30 people stood up and did not speak.

Yin Xuan walked over and hit a person with a stick, with a click, his leg broke and the person fell down.

Even though this man thought he was upright, under the most primitive self-protection mechanism of the body pain, he still couldn't help howling, and the repeated sound added a bit of sadness.

In front of the second old man with white hair and beard, Yin Xuan didn't hold back.

The old man was tougher than the middle-aged man, he only gritted his teeth when his leg was broken, and even though his head was covered with cold sweat, he only made some grunting noises that would inevitably be caused by his inability to close his mouth.

three, four...

Yin Xuan didn't spare any sympathy.

Suddenly, there was a terrified cry from the crowd, and a person turned around and ran into the yard. At this time, the most tormented thing was not the broken leg.

It was the gloomy atmosphere before the leg was broken, and it was the psychological torment—the more you were in the back and the more you saw the miserable conditions of the predecessors, the greater the psychological torment would be.

Some people couldn't bear this torture and wanted to escape.

even if...

Even after that, he still couldn't escape the fate of being broken by Yin Xuan, at least he didn't have to witness this scene happen slowly, at least he was caught off guard by a surprise.

Yin Xuan sneered, ran forward, forced his way through the crowd, still caught up with him, grabbed his collar, and pulled back: "What are you running for?"

The man staggered, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at Yin Xuan in horror.

"These are your dear relatives and friends. It seems a bit inappropriate for you to leave them behind?" Yin Xuan dragged him back and threw him in front of this group of people.

The man didn't speak, just buried his head in his chest.

Yin Xuan sneered, but he didn't start with this person, but waited until everything was finished before breaking this person's leg. By the way, he kindly asked him whether he was left-handed or right-handed. After replying, he broke his left hand.

This scene is rare.

The concierge huddled in the room and looked into the yard through the chiseled door—he didn’t even dare to open the door, for fear that if he opened the door himself, the room would be connected with the outside world, and he would become the outside world. people of the world.

Wei family...

When did a thousand-year-old family, or... even any thousand-year-old family suffer such humiliation?
Yin Xuan wiped the blood on a person, glanced coldly at the distressed people on the ground, exhaled, felt a lot more relieved, turned and left.

He wanted to say some harsh words, but at this moment, it was completely unnecessary.

Go to the door.

Yin Xuan stopped and went to the gatehouse to open the closed door.

The concierge inside was startled, trembled, and slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at his legs.

But... the expected blow did not come, only a light voice came from Yin Xuan's ear, "From now on, for a week, for a week, this front door is not allowed to be closed."

"do you understand?"

The concierge was stunned, opened his eyes, and saw Yin Xuan standing at the door, who had no intention of coming in, heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that his legs had escaped unharmed, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."