The Great Tang: World Martial God

Marquis Mansion.

There was already a touch of heat in the breeze, and the smell of summer approached quietly.

The dazzling sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting a mottled shadow on the body. One piece of yin and one piece of light.

It was like Tang Hao's state of mind at this moment, unclear, unclear.

Although it was the great scholars and scholars who had already left, those stumbling and stumbling backs were still imprinted in Tang Hao's heart.

Holding the power of killing and attacking the entire Qingzhou clan, the fierce witty words of the old words retaliated, the conviction of the conclusive conviction, and the last sentence turned around.

Up to this moment, Tang Hao could still remember the eyes of fear and despair, and the excitement on his old face like a pardon.

The brains that have long been nurtured by the thoughts of modern society, after all, cannot be like those cold kings, rushing to kill them, leaving no future troubles.

Maybe the great Confucian family is gone, maybe Qingzhou is really peaceful, but this is not the most satisfying answer in Tang Wang's heart.

How to deal with Tang Wang became a question in Tang Hao's mind.

The time for thinking is not too short, and the Rong Gonggong came to visit in a hurry with the holy edict.

"The Holy Supreme Decree, Dingbei Hou is capable of thinking and discerning, and fighting against the Confucianists. Please also move to the Taiji Palace and give instructions on important matters."

There was no such kind of smile on the face of the old man, there was a touch of solemnity between his brows, and a touch of seriousness.

Seeing this unkind face, Tang Hao's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

Tang Hao pressed it up cheeky, squeezed out a smile, and slid a few Dongzhu into the Ronggong's pocket, and said in a deep voice.

"I hope my father-in-law will give me some advice on the situation in the palace."

Grandpa Ronggong sighed softly, the expression on his face eased slightly, and he whispered.

"Today, Your Majesty is in a bad mood."

"What should be said, what should not be said, Dingbeihou can figure it out by himself."

Hearing this, Tang Hao had a bottom in his heart, but the anxiety in his heart became stronger.

Following the hurried pace, Tang Hao got into the carriage of Lord Ronggong and headed towards the palace.

This result was decided by Tang Hao after thinking about it for a long time.

Of course, this result is not the only result.

In the name of conspiracy and rebellion, he brutally suppressed the great Confucian family and completely extracted the thorn in the heart of the Tang king.

With the blood-stained hands of the great Confucian family, to create a Qingzhou without strange voices for the king of Tang, this is the perfect ending in the heart of the king of Tang.

There can be only one infamy for burning a book and a Confucian scholar, and the sage and heroic king can't have any stains.

"Ding Beihou? Young Master Tang?"

There were shouts and shouts at the stunned figure in the carriage.

Tang Hao suddenly woke up, raised his head to meet the anxious gaze of Lord Rong Dao, smiled apologetically, and said.

"Grandpa Rong, I'm distracted, sorry."

Grandpa Ronggong took a sigh of relief, greeted Tang Hao, got out of the carriage, passed through the forest guards lined outside the palace gate, and hurriedly walked towards the Taiji Palace.

Amidst the light, Tang Hao was not as active as he used to be. There was this faint worry between his brows, and the grandfather pulled Tang Hao's arm closer, whispering.

"Dingbeihou, this matter, you are not in the sacred eye."

Looking around slightly, Lord Ronggong said softly.

"Your Majesty was furious last night and killed several spies who were involved in this matter!"

"Going this time, you must be cautious in your words and deeds!"

Hearing this, Tang Hao's heart jumped, and for the first time he felt a sense of crisis.

This time, King Tang was really angry!

Tang Hao frowned slightly, and said solemnly.

"Thank you father-in-law for the point."

Before speaking, Tai Chi Palace was not far away.

Grandpa Rong stopped, trimmed his clothes slightly, arched his body, and whispered.

"Quiet!"

After that, he took the lead in walking towards the palace.

Looking at the figure with its broken steps and arched back, Tang Hao took a long sigh of relief, calmed his mind, and followed.

As in the past, apart from the hall, except for those palace ladies and eunuchs who stood still like dolls, there was no longer a walking figure.

The open door of the Tai Chi Palace, like a huge mouth swallowing people, quietly waiting for the appearance of the prey.

He followed Grandpa Rong to the Tai Chi Palace all the way, but Grandpa Rong did not stop, took Tang Hao into the side hall, and left in a hurry.

Crossing the threshold, Tang Hao was taken aback as he watched the scene in front of him.

Wu Wang Li Ke and Wei Wang Li Tai sat face to face across a low desk.

On the other two sides of the desk, a low stool was placed on each side, as if waiting for someone.

Although Wei Wang Li Tai was unfamiliar with Tang Hao, he had a relationship with him on several occasions. Seeing Tang Hao coming in, he waved his hand and said.

"Ding Beihou, sit down."

Between the words, patted the empty low stool.

Tang Hao didn't understand why these two princes were also in the palace.

As the old saying goes, if it comes, it will be safe.

Seeing Li Tai greeted him, Tang Hao smiled back, greeted the two princes with his hands, and slowly sat down.

Looking at Li Ke, who had little friendship and said nothing, Tang Hao shifted his gaze to Li Tai and whispered.

"What does your Majesty mean?"

Li Tai leaned closer, covered his mouth with his hand, said.

"I didn't know the reason for the loneliness, so I was summoned in directly."

The two of them looked at the only vacant position in unison, and when they looked at each other, they could see the anxiety in each other's hearts.

I'm afraid that this time, King Tang has another purpose!