"Frost...... Frost ...... Frost ......"

Before the main hall, under the dome. Summoned again and again.

Glazed gold tiles, vermilion high walls, whispering, starfrost falling.

"In vain...... Futile...... In vain......"

Lost in the dark night, infatuated as before. Sigh and sigh.

The red palace dress, the red lips are not dyed, the resentment is three thousand, and the green silk becomes snow.

"Frost...... Loser...... It's still me after all...... Lost to you...... Lost to Ruoli ......"

Looking up at the starry sky, Murong Xuehan sang in a low voice:

"When the six flies are scattered, the monarch returns.

In the evening of the frost condensation, the concubine has fallen in the twilight.

The starlight bucket has changed from time to time, and the white horse has passed away.

I only wish that your heart is like a concubine's heart.

The prosperity is not worth it, and the years are inseparable.

When the ice melts, you finally return home.

The north wind drinks and weeps in the rising sun, and the concubine has married far away.

Day and night tossing and turning, the bamboo horse is to go to the end of the world.

I only wish that your heart is like a concubine's heart.

The prosperity is not worth it, and the years are inseparable. ”

The palace of the Northern Regions turned into a cage tonight, imprisoning this voice and sentence in the wailing north wind......

"Soon, the Northern Regions will send troops to reinforce my Dajin. Emperor Wu said proudly, "You go now, and prepare a letter to Python for me." I want him to defend Xilinhot at any cost!"

"Yes......" The old man bowed and replied in a trembling voice. He glanced at Emperor Wu weakly, and saw that Emperor Wu had no other instructions, and he did not have any suspicions about himself, so he took a few steps back and walked out of the door.

Under the brown robe, the cold sweat of the old man Huangfu had already soaked through his underwear and flowed down his back.

Emperor Wu sneered when he saw Huangfu retreat. Pick up a glass of wine on the table and drink it down. The entrance of the spirits is spicy and domineering.

After drinking, I didn't feel enjoyable, and poured myself another glass. While tasting the wine, he said to himself: "Hahaha, good wine!!"

Exiting Emperor Wu's room, the frightened Emperor Fu stroked the pillars and calmed his restless mood.

"Chief, eldest princess...... Ju, it's actually the princess of the Northern Regions...... "The old man of the emperor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gasped.

Emperor Wu had just told him what had happened in the Northern Regions Palace tonight, and he had the attitude of a victor.

"No, no...... I, I have to go at dawn, go and report to the eldest princess......" propped himself up, and the emperor staggered away.

The night is dark and the wind is high. The old man of the emperor only went on the front foot, and twelve followed.

There was a jug of wine and two glasses on the tray in his hand. Twelve made a decision in front of Emperor Wu's door, raised his hand and knocked on the porch.

"Who?" said Emperor Wu was displeased.

The emperor has just left. It wasn't Ashku who came knocking, it was Twelve. One is stunned, the other is weak and incompetent. Neither of them was the one the Martial Emperor who was in a good mood was willing to see at this moment.

Twelve took a deep breath and steadied his trembling right hand.

He hid the trembling in his deep voice, and replied: "Father, it's a son." ”

"Huh. What's the matter?" Emperor Wu frowned. I was irritable in my heart, complaining that Dao was really twelve.

"Twelve, find the wine of the Northern Regions. In order to celebrate the dispatch of troops from the Northern Regions, it is specially presented to my father tonight. ”

"Wine?" Emperor Wu rolled his eyes and laughed out loud. "Hahahaha, good, good. Come on in!!"

Twelve didn't care about Emperor Wu's killing of his biological mother, but took the initiative to offer wine. This made Emperor Wu even more proud.

"Yes. Hearing this, Twelve tightened his right hand and pushed the door in.

"What wine?" asked Emperor Wu with a smile.

Closing the door with his backhand, Twelve smiled and replied: "Father Xu has never heard of it, and the name of this wine is 'Meng Po'." ”

"'Meng Po??" Hearing that the wine presented by the twelve, the name was actually called "Meng Po", and Emperor Wu was suspicious in his heart.

"Yes. As he spoke, Twelve put down the wine utensils in his hand. For Emperor Wu and himself, he poured a full glass of wine.

"'Meng Po' originally meant to refer to the old man on the Nai He Bridge in the Netherworld. After mortals die, they all have to pass through the Nai He Bridge and drink the soup boiled by Meng Po. In order to be reincarnated and reincarnated as a human being. It is rumored that the soup boiled by Meng Po is delicious and abnormal. Drink it to forget the past, grievances and hatred. This wine in the northern region is said to be brewed by the ancient recipe handed down thousands of years ago, and the wine roars, making people want to stop, such as drinking the soup of Meng Po, so this wine has the name of "Meng Po". ”

"I see. Emperor Wu brushed his beard and made a natural appearance.

But there was not the slightest guard in his heart.

Twelve raised his glass, knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "Erchen has a lot of disrespect today, I hope that my father is still young in Erchen's age, and he has not changed his business." Forgiveness of the sons. ”

Emperor Wu glanced at Twelve, who was kneeling at his feet, and asked, "Twelve, don't you hate me? Don't you hate me for killing your mother? Don't you hate me for using your imperial sister to blackmail the Northern Regions into sending troops?"

Twelve bowed their heads in contemplation. Shao leaned, and replied coldly: "Twelve don't hate my father." The twelve hated their mothers and concubines for disobedience and motherhood in vain!! only hated Mo Ruoli for being ungrateful and treason to the enemy. The twelve hated themselves for being young and incompetent, and they couldn't slash the enemies of the Northern Regions for Dajin and their fathers. ”

"Hahahaha, that's a good !!" Emperor Wu laughed and said with relief: "This is my Morahul descendant!!"

Standing up and helping Twelve, Emperor Wu's eyes lit up. sarcastically: "The emperor doesn't need to be resentful. Just because of those ignorant women and children in the northern regions, they still want to kill me?! Hahaha, but they don't know the kindness of women, and they will bring disaster to the country and the people. When my Dajin defeats the Rakshasa, my father will definitely take the emperor to destroy the Northern Regions in person!! and the royal palace of the Northern Regions will be !!"

"Good !!" Twelve red-eyed, raised his glass and said: "Twelve are willing to follow their father and the emperor before and after the saddle and conquer the !! of the Northern Regions"

"Haha, it's a good !!" Emperor Wu patted Twelve's arm and laughed again.

"Erchen wishes his father and the emperor to achieve hegemony as soon as possible, and enter the Central Plains!! first to do it as a tribute to the !!" twelve cups, drink them all.

After drinking, turn the cup over and leave not a drop left.

"Good. Seeing that Twelve had indeed drunk all the wine in the cup, Emperor Wu finally let down his guard. And the twelfth at this time was in the eyes of Emperor Wu, quite a bit of his uninhibited demeanor back then. This made Emperor Wu even more overjoyed.

Lifting his cup, Emperor Wu also drank it all.

"Good wine ?!!!" Meng Po entrance, such as a clear spring flowing, sweet and mellow, silky and supple.

Emperor Wu was surprised. sighed secretly, "Meng Po, the name is well deserved. It's really different from other syrups. ”

Seeing this, Twelve hurriedly added a full cup to Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu was in a good mood and drank several cups of Meng Po in a row.

The two of them were both happy and talked.

After three rounds of drinking, Emperor Wu's face was flushed, and he gradually became a little overwhelmed.

Secretly sigh that the years are aging. He shook his head, pushing his spirits. He said to Twelve, "Tonight, this is the end of it." This wine is full of energy, and it will be a mistake to drink it again. ”

"Yes. Twelve for the father to change clothes, care for the father to rest. Twelve put away the wine utensils and got up to go to Emperor Wu.

"Hmm......" Emperor Wu replied vaguely, barely holding up the table and standing up.

"Father, beware. Twelve stroked Emperor Wu and walked to the inner room.

Coming to the bed, Emperor Wu stopped. Raise your arms and wait for Twelve to change his clothes.

Xu was so sleepy that Emperor Wu snored while standing.

Twelve carefully removed the outer robe for Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wu let the twelve fiddle, and his breathing and snoring gradually became even.

Turning behind Emperor Wu, Twelve began to remove his middle clothes for Emperor Wu.

"Father?" unbuckle the buckle, and Twelve whispered. The left hand is constantly moving, but the right wrist is slowly flipped in the sleeve.

Emperor Wu let out an "um" and stopped snoring. But he didn't open his eyes, and he was still taking a nap.

“......”

Seeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the killing intent in the bottom of the twelve hearts skyrocketed.

Rushing towards Emperor Wu, the twelve left arms tightly wrapped around Emperor Wu's neck, and his right hand pulled out the dagger that had already been heated by his own body temperature, as if he was crazy, and stabbed Emperor Wu in the back as if he was crazy.

"Uh...... Forehead ......" Emperor Wu, who sensed the danger, suddenly widened his eyes and struggled desperately, but unfortunately it was too late. He was drunk, and he was restrained by Twelve. Trying to get rid of the crazy Twelve, it's in vain. The two became entangled and fell to the ground.

"Puff puff ......" Bright red blood gushed out from Emperor Wu's body and fell to the ground into flowers.

"You...... You ......" Emperor Wu never thought that the most cowardly and incompetent son would plunge the cold blade into his body again and again.

Despair and helplessness slowly spread out under him as the spilled blood spread out beneath him.

One wound after another, wantonly created by the daggers in the hands of the twelve.

Cut, pierced, white blades red.

Twelve felt it wholeheartedly, and the tremor and excitement that spread throughout his body.

Every time the knife fell, he suddenly felt disappointed. Because the stab is not perfect enough, because the enemy is not painful enough.

Every time the knife fell, he felt extremely excited and ecstatic. The crimson of blood and the moaning of enemies all stimulated the sensitive senses of the twelve.

The fall of each knife is the sublimation of the twelve hatreds, and the fall of each knife is the salvation of the twelve selves.

With that first knife, it will naturally have the countless penetrations and releases that follow.

Twelve slaughtered his enemies and his soul in countless disappointments and ecstasy.

Slowly, slowly, Emperor Wu's hearing and hearing returned to nothingness. He finally stopped struggling.

Twelve didn't care about Emperor Wu's life and death at all. At the moment, he seems to be a sculptor, concentrating on shaping his most proud work.

I don't know how long it took, but the morning light on the horizon lit up. The smell of alcohol mixed with fishy smells filled the room.

There was no longer any strength in his body, and Twelve had to stop. It took a few tries before he got up from the flesh and blood of the place. The white robe could no longer find a trace of white, and it was full of blinding dark red.

"Hehehe...... Twelve smiled and said, "Father...... To say hate...... I only hate you...... Hate only myself...... I only hate Mo Ruoli...... The Northern Regions are to be destroyed...... But it's not up to you to destroy it, it's up to me to ...... Morahul Ibatu, come and destroy it with your own hands...... You're not qualified to ......."

With that, Twelve got up and left. When I came to the door, I suddenly remembered something.

Twelve raised his hand and slashed his dagger from the left cheek brow bone to the jaw. The jade face was ruined in an instant, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Turning his head and smiling, he casually threw the dagger on the corpse of the unformed Martial Emperor.

Twelve asked, "Father, who is the waste of you and me......?"