The crowd of onlookers first looked at Tang Wenkang, who was riding on a tall horse, and hurriedly made way for him.

Then he looked at Mu Zhao's side again.

When he saw the familiar carriage and the coachman's little crow, someone shouted excitedly: "It's Lord Mujun!" ”

"Lord Mu actually went out?!"

"Lord Mu has been injured for a long time, and it is estimated that he is suffocating at home."

"Get out of the way, the little county lord is here, and he will definitely stop the prime minister's wife, and it will be even more lively now."

Mu Zhao heard everyone's eager voices, lifted the curtains, and smiled weakly, "Hello everyone." ”

As soon as everyone saw her like this, they talked to her in a gossiping manner.

"Little county lord, look at your face, you are so seriously injured, why did you come out?"

"Yes, who has ever seen the little county lord so weak."

"This damn thief, Xiaojun mainly takes care of his body."

Mu Zhao looked at the concern in their eyes and smiled, "It's okay, my injuries are not serious, please let me go, I'll go ahead and take a look." ”

"Alas, good"

Everyone got out of the way, and the little crow drove the carriage to the center.

And Tang Wenkang and the prime minister's wife always looked at her.

Tang Wenkang arched his hand towards Mu Zhao, "County Lord." ”

"Hmm." Mu Zhao nodded at him, "Dali Siqing, I am injured, so I won't get up to return the salute and won't get out of the car." ”

The prime minister's wife said sarcastically, "If you are injured, you should lie down at home and don't come out to meddle in your affairs." ”

"Come out to breathe, I heard that the prime minister's wife is showing off your power here, so I came over to take a look, I really want to be nosy."

"You!" The Prime Minister's wife choked on her.

Mu Zhao smiled and said unhurriedly: "Along the way, I have also understood the situation, and I feel that you are really ignoring the Prime Minister's wife." ”

The Prime Minister's wife pointed to her nose, "You said I ignored it?" ”

"That's right, this gambling house has been open here for so long, it has become a good place for many people to relax, in the Great Zhou, it is not illegal to open a gambling house, you are going to burn the gambling house because your son is addicted to it, it is really too domineering."

"That's right," someone in the crowd said, "it's too domineering, you should discipline your son, not burn the gambling house." ”

Someone took the lead, and then the others also talked nonsense.

"You can't ruin our good place to relax because of your son's addiction."

"I just got the brand of fighting the landlord, and I can play it in three days, if you burn it, it will be really ....... That's it. ”

The prime minister's wife became the target of public criticism for a while.

But when she heard the landlord, she also thought of a rebuttal.

"If it were the original desire gambling shop, it would be fine, but after it was taken over by the ugly son from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he just engaged in this landlord, and this kind of demonic gambling entered the capital, so how many people were fascinated by it? I'm here for everyone's good. ”

She looked at Tang Wenkang again, "As the secretary of Dali Temple, it's just that you don't stop this evil art from entering the capital, why do you want to stop me from burning it?" Oh......"

She deliberately lengthened her voice, "I see, I've heard before, you have a good relationship with that ugly boy, and you are covering him." ”

Tang Wenkang didn't eat her.

"I went to see the landlord, I thought it was boring, I didn't feel like I wanted to play, and I didn't think it was any evil art, you just couldn't control Liao Fan, so I pulled out some kind of witchcraft."

The prime minister's wife didn't expect Tang Wenkang's straw bale mouth to be so powerful.

She was speechless for a while.

Mu Zhao mended the knife, "Then it seems that this playing card and fighting the landlord are not evil arts, after all, if it is evil arts, it is loved by everyone, and you can't extricate yourself." ”

"I ......."

During the time they were arguing, Meng Feifei also rushed over when he heard the news.

Before he could look at Mu Zhao, he followed her words.

"Yes, there are other gambling skills in the gambling house, such as dice rolling and pai gow, etc., which are also open every day, and there are people playing, this landlord is just a fresh picture for everyone, not a witchcraft, and when the freshness is over, everyone will play other things."

Mu Zhao nodded, and his reaction was quite fast.

The Prime Minister's wife really has no reason to discern.

She began to be unreasonable, "It's not witchcraft or serious gambling, it's good for everyone." ”

Mu Zhao's eyes narrowed dangerously, "In whose name is the Prime Minister's wife going to burn?" Prime Minister? But the gambling house that His Majesty has allowed to open, why do you burn it, Mrs. Prime Minister? ”

This is too big, and she will directly use the emperor to suppress her.

If her prime minister's wife still said that she would burn it, then she would be dissatisfied with His Majesty's decision-making.

The Prime Minister's wife was extremely angry, "Mu Zhao, what do you mean by you keep stopping me from burning the gambling house?" Does this want to gamble or not, does it have anything to do with you? ”

Mu Zhao said secretly, congratulations, you guessed right.

She said on her face: "Originally, it had nothing to do with me, but the prime minister's wife was bullying, and I couldn't stand it, so it really has something to do with me today." ”

"Mu Zhao! You're intent on going against me! ”

"Not really." Mu Zhao shook his fan lightly, "Actually, this matter is very simple, you call your son out, take care of it, and this matter will be solved, right?" Ah......h

Mu Zhao pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth, "No, the Prime Minister's wife won't be unable to control Liao Fan." ”

Mrs. Prime Minister took a few deep breaths, gritted her teeth and said, "Mu! Illustrious! ”

"Yes."