When Liangyi Palace came out, everyone forgot about him. Most of the people in the Intermediate Court rushed out to fight Li Yuanji. Li Yuanji's men in the West Court controlled the situation and were attacking the Intermediate Court. Everyone was fighting nervously, and no one paid attention to Ding Yi anymore.

Ding Yi pulled two flags and rubbed his face randomly. He had killed more than a thousand people in the West Courtyard close to each other. His face and neck were covered with blood red, and it was hard for Baoer to recognize him. At this time, his face became much cleaner and comfortable. He soaked the flag in the large fire-proof tank next to him, washed his face and hands, and it became refreshing.

I killed too many people just now, and I was actually extremely uncomfortable. After washing my face, I seemed to have even washed my heart. Ding Yi was in a much better mood.

At present, Ding Yi faces two choices, from the back, he will enter the enemy group, and he will be able to carry friendly troops into the intermediate court. The other is to continue walking eastward to find Li Shimin and Li Yuan. Killing Li Yuan or Li Shimin is the top priority. As soon as Li Yuan appears, Li Yuanji is morally controlled by others, and he can mobilize all over the city, and his strength will also be controlled. Receiving friendly troops into the intermediate court is not the most urgent matter.

Ding Yi hurriedly walked towards Xianchun Gate between the Intermediate Court and the West Courtyard.

"Stop!" Xianchun Gate was on the east side of Liangyi Hall, and was blocked by Liangyi Hall. The guards did not see Ding Yi's behavior just now. Most of the soldiers in the Intermediate Court were killed with Jingde, and a few were stopped by Zhang Gongjin and were fighting against the attack on the West Court. They did not remind him. Their responsibilities were to stop Ding Yi and ask him what was wrong!

"The west side of Yiqiu Gate is lost, and the enemy is very anxious to attack Yiqiu Gate. It is a big deal! I want to report to the King of Qin and ask the King of Qin to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Wait a minute, wait for me to report!" Although the sound of killing was shocking, this place was equal to Li Shimin's central army. The military law was strict. The gatekeepers were Li Shimin's personal soldiers and were loyal to their duties.

Hearing the tone of the gatekeeper's guard's tone, he knew that Li Shimin was here, and Ding Yi was waiting patiently. As soon as the man turned around, Ding Yi shook his wrist and two horizontal knives held behind him pierced into the bodies of the two gatekeepers. One was in the center of the front and the other was in the back. Ding Yi slightly stirred his hands, pulled out his two swords and rushed in.

After rushing for a few steps, Ding Yi stopped with a smile. The courtyard was different from what he imagined. Instead, there were no soldiers rushing over in the air. Instead, it was too quiet. Hundreds of soldiers were performing their duties, busy on the wall of the courtyard, about to replenish arrows and treat the wounded. More than 200 people were lined up not far away, and none of them looked at Ding Yi.

"Pai Pa!" He was ready to make a fuss, and the sound of slow palm slapping. On the platform next to Wanchun Hall, Li Shimin sat on a Hu chair, looking down at Ding Yi with expressionless expression. Behind him were two literati dressed in left and right, and a guy in his thirties was over thirty years old. Under the platform were several eunuchs looking at Ding Yi curiously, his eyes seemed particularly clean.

Ding Yi crossed his hands, crossed his sword and pointed his sword downwards, held his fists with both hands, and arched them randomly, saying, "I have seen His Highness the King of Qin, I don't know who these eunuchs are. Please introduce them." Before meeting Li Shimin, he had never looked at both sides. At this time, when he saw the famous Emperor Taizong of Tang, he couldn't help but look at them carefully. Li Shimin was strong in body, wide forehead, thick eyebrows, slender eyes, two beards under his nose, and a bunch of not very thick curly beards under his forehead. It was indeed a strange person.

Seeing Ding Yi looking at him, Li Shimin smiled and said, "General, the Gu Wang has been waiting for you for a long time. I don't know what your surname is. I have many secrets under the prince and the King of Qi. No one has ever reported that you have someone like you. Are you the prince or the King of Qi? The prince is dead. Can you help the orphan?"

Except for the eunuchs who opened their eyes and remained silent and seemed strange, other ordinary soldiers were not placed in Ding Yi's eyes. When they arrived at this place, they were not afraid that Li Shimin would fly to the sky. He was not in a hurry and replied: "A certain family's surname was Ding Yi. I am very curious about why the King of Qin must kill the prince to seize the throne. Give me a reason!"

Li Shimin smiled slightly: "What's the reason for this? The wolf king of the wolf pack must be obtained through struggles, and the king of the Turks also needs strong strength to do it. Shouldn't my Tang Dynasty be a person like the Lone King to be the emperor?" It seems that according to the customs of the Hu clan, it is common for brothers and fathers to meet each other for the throne.

Ding Yixiao said, "The Master said: Being rich and noble are like clouds to me! What do you think of the King of Qin?"

Li Shimin said: "So Confucius was displaced throughout his life and had great ambitions to make an end in the world. How could he follow the old days? The right way is to be brave and diligent. What Kong did is to do is not to take me! The general helped me as he wished, and a high official and a generous salary were waiting for him. Why should he help Li Yuanji, a guy who could not achieve martial arts, not to succeed?"

Ding Yishuang danced with swords and said with a smile: "Let's see the truth under his hands. It's useless to say too much. The King of Qin has made every decision. I know I'm here, but I don't know who the enemy is arranged?"

Li Shimin smiled and reached out to signal down: "These masters are from Shaolin. They are friends of Gu Wang. They are good at martial arts. They ask General Ding for advice! I didn't expect to meet a talent like General Ding before. Gu Wang didn't bring them with me and miscalculated it. I think they won't let Gu Wang down this time. General Ding asks me!" These Shaolin monks were specially sent to the Shaolin Temple to call him in order to ensure the success rate, and arranged them to deal with the Qianniu Guards with high martial arts around Li Yuan. They were not with him, and they did not disappoint them, making Du Ruhui do it without danger.

Li Shimin is a military genius and is worried that Li Yuanji will act like him, so he will bring these great monks with great martial arts and indeed use them.

Shaolin? Thirteen-stick monks saved the Tang King? Unexpectedly, they could meet Shaolin monks in the Tang Dynasty Palace. After Shaolin Hou Bodhidharma crossed the east, it was the Zen ancestral home. The Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world actually disguised as an eunuch to serve the King of Qin. It seems that Li Shimin has put in a lot of effort.

"Amitabha Buddha, I am Jueyuan. I have seen Mr. Ding. The sea of ​​suffering is endless. Turning back is the shore. If Mr. Ding leaves, I am willing to make an appointment with Mr. Ding to ensure Mr. Ding's safety in the future!" Monk Jueyuan's eyes are beautiful and handsome. He is twenty-seven or eight years old. He is very young. He puts one hand on his chest and reaches the wooden frame on the high platform. After naturally taking out a two-meter wooden stick wrapped in iron hoops at both ends, he smiles on his face and sways his head left and right. The hat of the eunuch fell down, revealing the bald head with nine ring scars.

These Shaolin monks seem to have a high status, and they are not entirely responsible for Li Shimin's orders and have their own ways of dealing with things.

"Amita Buddha, I am a monk Zhixin, I have met Mr. Ding!" This monk Zhixin had a big head and a thick neck, a huge body and not bloated. He was older, about thirty years old. After speaking, Zhixin reached out to pull out a wooden stick from behind the wooden stand.

"Amitabha Buddha, I am a monk, I have met Mr. Ding!" Leran is as big as Jueyuan, with rough appearance, rough skin, wide palms, and a large skeleton.

The fourth monk didn't say anything, but nodded. Jueyuan said for him: "This is my senior brother Mingzong. He practiced silent meditation and stopped talking to the donor. Hey, why are you..." He didn't bother to speak, Jueyuan's wooden stick suddenly hit the sky and pierced the wooden frame. It turned out that Ding Yi suddenly activated when several monks introduced him, and instantly flew onto the high platform, slashing at Li Shimin with both swords.
Chapter completed!