Tai Chi hall.


    The dispute between the prince and the prince is fratricidal.


    Throughout history, such things are not uncommon.


    Li Chengqian, who just sat in the Dragon seat, is no exception.


    The first goal is to get rid of this old enemy.


    Changsun Wuji and Gao Shilian were in a panic and were about to scold. There was a commotion on the main hall square.


    The sound is chaotic, but very clear.


    Unconsciously, the old minister shook his body and looked into the distance of the square.


    On such a big square, a figure, shining silver armor, with a group of soldiers, strode to the hall.


    The guards on both sides of the white jade railing half knelt on the ground with the steps of the figure, extremely respectful.


    This is like the surging tide, kneeling down to the soldiers, extending to the steps, outside the hall.


    As if kneeling down to worship a majestic king, and as if kneeling down to worship a returning God of war.


    Step, step.


    Step on the stone floor with neat steps, from far to near.


    The sound of footsteps is becoming clearer and clearer.


    The ministers in the hall also found this strange, and with a touch of curiosity, they looked out of the hall.


    At the same time, Li Chengqian frowned slightly, held the armrest of the Dragon chair, slowly stood up and looked at the open hall door.


    It won''t take a moment.


    At the steps outside the hall, a cold face gradually appeared, slowly revealing the silver armor and the long sword at the waist.


    Tang Hao!


    Come on, it''s Tang Hao!


    Inexplicably, Li Chengqian was shocked.


    Today''s palace gate is heavily guarded, and it is guarded by Hou Junji''s Longwu guard.


    Did this team of more than 100 people break through the palace gate and break in?


    Thinking of this, Li Chengqian inadvertently caught a glimpse of a soldier at the gate of the temple with a Tang knife in his hand.


    In the sun, the sharp Tang Dao flows cold.


    Thick crimson was reflected on the shiny body, which was particularly conspicuous.


    The wet blood dripped down the blade on the stone floor of the hall door.


    The dazzling red only made Chengqian feel a little frightened and inexplicably gave birth to a touch of uneasy emotion.


    The figure at the door raised his right arm and slowly put it down.


    The Tang Dao was put into the scabbard in the neat and uniform sound of the golden dagger.


    Then, under the gaze of the ministers, Tang Hao swaggered and slowly stepped into the hall.


    Hou Junji took the lead in waking up from surprise, took a step forward and shouted at the figure moving forward.


    "Tang Hao! Take the blade into the court."


    "How dare you."


    Although Hou Junji didn''t know how Tang Hao entered the palace, he could guess from the blood stains on the soldiers that a fierce battle was inevitable.


    But today''s events can only succeed, not fail.


    If Tang Hao disrupts the situation, he can only kill it to avoid future trouble.


    Thinking of this, Hou Junji quietly put his right hand on the handle of the matching knife and was ready to catch it at any time.


    Tang Hao ignored the roar in his ear and went straight to the front of the hall. He looked at Li Chengqian coldly and said in a deep voice.


    "Your Highness, you shouldn''t sit in this position!"


    In the cold tone, there was a touch of questioning and no comment.


    The low voice lingered in his ears. Hou Junji, who had already eaten, immediately became angry, walked around Tang Hao and said sternly.


    "Just a champion general, dare to speak to Xinjun in this tone. I think you are tired of living!"


    After saying that, Hou Junji''s anger jumped in his eyes and then said.


    "Somebody, take it!"


    With a shout of peace, the imperial guards at the back of the hall took out their knives, held them in their hands, and leaned slowly towards the hall.


    Tang Hao Yu Guang glanced at the soldiers on both sides, looked cold and shouted.


    "I see who dares to come forward!"


    Suddenly, the cold killing intention of the battlefield for a long time burst at this moment.


    A chill like a torrent came out of Tang Hao''s body.


    This is an invisible aura.


    It seems that within three steps, the pressure is heavy, the air is viscous, and even breathing is a little laborious.


    The nearest soldier, unconscious, shivered and stopped slowly.


    Other soldiers also felt the domineering and powerful breath. They couldn''t help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, holding their breath and staring at the figure in the circle.


    The sudden stop of the soldiers only surprised Hou Junji and shouted.


    "He''s just a person. Why should he be afraid?"


    "Take it quickly! Don''t delay the new king''s accession to the throne!"


    Hastened by anxiety, the soldiers once again hardened their heads and met them with knives and halberds.


    Slowly moving, the encirclement becomes smaller and smaller, and it is compressed inward a little bit.


    Seeing Chumo outside the hall, he frowned and raised his hand slowly.


    Looking at the gesture, the soldiers at the hall door also clenched the handle of Tang Dao, and their eyes looked coldly at the tense confrontation on the field.


    On the quiet hall, there was a sense of awe.


    The impending killing affected the hearts of all present.


    Many ministers held their breath, frowned, and looked at Tang Hao on the court with a touch of expectation.


    The trembling hearts also jumped up with the narrow circle.


    Sitting high in the Dragon chair, Li Chengqian looked at the calm Tang Hao and felt a touch of suspicion and curiosity.


    At present, all the halls and courtyards are under their own control.


    He wants to see what Tang Hao can do!