"Hahaha." Suddenly there was a happy and debauched laugh behind him, and Murong Chong led a team of people to follow Xibao all the way, admiring her gradually desperate expression all the way, "Xibao, those who embarrassed you are dead." Xibao, are you happy? ”

Xibao turned his head and looked at a butcher who had come from hell with tears on his face, "Murong Chong, you brute, you have no humanity. ”

"Humanity?" Murong Chong snorted, raised his hand to the corpses, and mocked, "You think they have them?" ”

"You devil...... I'll kill you. Xibao got up and pulled out the cloud hairpin in the middle of the hair and stabbed at her husband, but before she could get close to the man, Xibao's eyes flashed, and her whole body was paralyzed.

Murong Chong's expression suddenly changed, and he said with concern, "Xibao, what's wrong with you?" Aren't you happy? ”

"You ......" Xibao struggled to remember, then looked at Murong Chong with a cold smile, and almost certainly said, "...... in the wine"

Murong Chong knew what she wanted to say, and he didn't deny it, "Don't worry, it's nothing, I won't want your life." ”

Murong Chong ...... I'm going to kill you......" Even though he couldn't even walk steadily, Xibao still shook his body and sprinted towards Murong.

Murong Chong shook his head and sighed, "No, no, Xibao, you shouldn't kill me, you should thank me." ”

"I'm going to ...... Kill you, you brute......" Xibao's eyes only hate, only killing, she has never hated a person like now, and she has never had such a strong desire to kill.

"I don't like that look on your face." Murong Chong looked at Xibao who was approaching, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, by the way, I have specially prepared something better for you." Come on, bring it. ”

Two soldiers came out from behind with a concubine-like figure, and the beautiful woman was obviously frightened by the transition and could not keep up with the soldiers. The soldier didn't have the heart to pity Xiangyu, and directly dragged her out like a corpse and threw her to the ground.

It was Concubine Xiu, her hair was messy and unkempt, her hairpins were all down, and her clothes were disheveled. There were also many violent scratches on her neck and arms, which extended into her clothes.

Her eyes were terrified and distressed looking for something on the wall, until her eyes fell on the Eighth Prince, Fu Lian, and finally she cried out in despair. She sat on the ground and beat her chest, completely without the appearance of a concubine. lost a pair of children, lost a husband and a powerful person, and even lost his dignity. At the moment, she is a crazy woman.

Murong Chong looked at the beautiful woman's howling appearance with a face full of disgust, and seduced, "Kill her, Xibao, kill this vicious woman." ”

"......" It is undeniable that Xibao has complained about her and blamed her, but she never thought of killing her.

"Xibao, don't hesitate, I'll lend you a sharp knife." Murong rushed to the person next to him and waved his hand, and the two soldiers immediately raised their knives to suppress Xibao.

Forcibly shoved a bloody blade into her hand, the tip of the blade facing Xiu Guifei.

"No, no, don't ......"

Xibao resisted desperately, but compared to her powerless, the two soldiers were simply infinitely powerful, dragging her forward continuously. Her roar was so insignificant, and the princess's words were unheeded.

"Let Me Go ......"

Murong Chong shook his head again and again in disappointment, "Why not, Xibao?" How much she has made you suffer, her daughter has often bullied you while she was alive, and now is a good time for you to take revenge. ”

"Don't, don't, ah-"

The tip of the knife instantly sank into Concubine Xiu's chest, and she didn't resist, not even looking at Xibao. She just looked at Fernandes, her son. Perhaps, in her opinion, death is liberation.

The soldier finished his mission and dropped her to the ground, pulling out the borrowed knife with his hand, blood gushing down the blade and staining Xibao's hands.

Hee-po fell to the ground, her eyes gradually hollowed, she didn't even have the strength to scream and cry, she could only let the tears flow down her face. In her hazy sight, she looked at Murong Chong, who was dressed in red, like a demon bathed in blood, poignant and vicious against the background of the starry sky.

In the smell of blood, Xibao gradually fainted, and Murong Chong snorted coldly in disgust as if he hadn't had enough fun.

At this moment, the soldier suddenly came to report.

"What's the matter?"

"Back to Your Highness, the remnants of the Dai Guo army who originally planned to enter the city to meet us, they ...... They ran. The person who came to report paid attention to the prince who had recovered his identity and said carefully.

"What? I know that those people can't be trusted. Murong Chong scolded, "What about the situation in the city?" ”

"Fu Zhong, Fu Ziqi and others have already pressed over with a large army, but I'm afraid they won't be able to support it for long."

"Bastard." The good plan was ruined by the remnants of the group of generations. Murong Chong clenched his fists, although he was unwilling, he couldn't really throw his life away, "Forget it, withdraw first." ”

"Yes." The person who reported immediately retreated.

Murong Chong turned to look at Xibao on the ground, and a hint of a gloomy smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Take her with you." ”

"Yes." The soldier saluted and quickly walked over to set up Xibao.

Looking at the blood-soaked Imperial City, the Northern Kingdom is dead, and he has just begun.

On the road to success, there is always a need for some spectators.

As for this place, sooner or later it will be his!

In February of this year, the spring breeze in Chang'an City was wrapped in a trace of blood.

Murong Chong first teamed up with Fu Hong, the crown prince of the Northern Kingdom, to drive away the Qiang people, and then secretly conspired with the remnants of the Daiguo army, and on the day of his wedding to Princess Xibao, he ordered the slaughter of everyone in the palace.

The entire palace was littered with corpses, no matter how high the status and power of the kings and grandsons, all of them were in different places.

However, the remnants of the Daiguo army rebelled halfway and retreated without attacking, causing Murong Chong to be unable to withstand the suppression of Fu Zhong and others, and had to desperately withdraw from Chang'an City.

The emperor of the northern kingdom, Fu Jian, is nowhere to be found, and the crown prince is in a different place.

After Murong Chong left, no one in the city spoke. And Fu Zhong, who had a heavy army, already had an identity with Fu Jian, and it happened that Murong Chong killed Fu Jian's blood succession, and Fu Zhong took the lead, occupied the palace, and established himself as the emperor.

Murong Chong took the rest of the soldiers and horses back to Afang City.

It has only been about seven years since the northern kingdom was unified by Emperor Fu Jian, and now it is divided again, and the people are ruined.

However, in the troubled times, there are many heroes, and it can be said that one party sings and I appears, which is probably the big wave of sand.

At night, the cold air in Afang City was elegant, and more than 100,000 troops camped to rest.

In the palace in the city, a hut in the courtyard, the candlelight is swaying slightly, and it is about to bottom.

Wen Jin slowly withdrew his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, ready to rest. Now she is no longer a princess, just a war captive who has been taken in by others with great mercy, and it is already a matter of gratitude to Dade to have a room, so there are many things she must do by herself now.