It was obviously late autumn, but a group of men were gambling enthusiastically.
Some of them even took off their clothes, exposed their shirtless bodies, stepped on the stools, yelled and made all kinds of ugly appearances.
The Prime Minister of Dali Temple was also brought to the table by his subordinates, forcing him to bet: "If you don't bet, you are going to tell the truth!"
The Prime Minister of Dali Temple is a lean man in his forties, surnamed Jia, and he is half a disciple of Prime Minister Meng.
How can I say that he is a half-disciple? Because the threshold for Mengxiang is high, he tried his best and managed to sneak into the door of Mengxiang's disciples.
But this is enough for him to live a steady life.
He did not intend to gamble with these people, because the hint given to him by his superiors was to cooperate with the Lin family and cause trouble for the Wu family.
But these idiots fell into the trap of the Priest Palace, and they were still willing to do so.
This is already a sign of his incompetence. If he continues to gamble, he is seeking death.
He was determined not to gamble.
Mu Li laughed and said, "I won't bet. If this matter gets out, people won't think it's just us brothers playing around, but just think I want to bribe you. The most I can do is get a beating. You are different from me, I'm afraid...
Disgraced."
Not to mention that it was okay, an official immediately pulled out his sword and stared at Ji Sicheng with red eyes: "If I lose my official status, I will kill the turtle son first."
Being stared at by so many colleagues like enemies, no matter how shrewd Jiasicheng was, he would not dare to be shrewd at this time.
He threw his hat hard and cursed: "Mother, just bet, whoever you are afraid of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of silver was stuffed into his hand.
It's cool, but easy to iron.
The money in the box became less and more, more and less.
There was a rooster crow, and Mu Li felt very sleepy. Seeing that everyone was still gambling, he said: "I'm going to relieve myself..."
After he finished venting, he pushed open the toilet door, and suddenly a steel knife struck him.
The cold wind and the biting murderous intent cut down on the tip of his nose, causing him to break into a cold sweat.
Mu Li yelled and stabbed with his backhand: "Who is it? How dare you kill someone at the feet of the emperor!"
The blade of the blade was empty, and another big net fell towards him.
He jumped up and plunged directly into the net-slinger in the darkness, and at the same time let out a whistle.
When other people in Zhuangzi heard the sound, they immediately drew their swords and rushed out.
Everyone in Dali Temple who was gambling like crazy was shocked when they heard the voice: "What's going on?"
Before I could go out to inquire, the door had already been kicked open from the outside.
A group of soldiers outside the door were wearing bright armor, and the long knives in their hands shone coldly under the light.
The person in charge glared ferociously: "Arrest these bastards who are neglecting their duties and taking bribes and gambling!"
It's over, it's over!
Jia Sicheng was so frightened that his two sides trembled. He looked around and saw only shadows in the darkness, as if countless soldiers were rushing into Zhuangzi like a tide.
Mu Yunhan woke up from his sleep.
The little black dot whined and was planing the machine. She was awakened by it just now.
A small horn lamp was burning in the corner of the room. Under the dim light, Xiaomi could be seen sleeping on the couch, motionless.
"Wake up, I feel something is wrong!"
She pricked up her ears and seemed to hear an unusual sound.
The little black spot seemed to understand what she said, and also barked "woof".
Xiaomi woke up with a start, opened the window, looked outside, and listened.
Da Mi said: "Madam, there is indeed something unusual. This slave seems to have heard the sound of swords and soldiers clashing."
Mu Yunhan frowned: "I'm afraid something happened in the outer courtyard."