The overly noisy atmosphere of the banquet made me a little depressed. I shook my drunken head, thinking to myself that if Wu Xian knew that I was drinking again, I would definitely scold him.

The air inside the tent was getting hotter and hotter, and I couldn't help but want to leave and get some air. Glancing around, Moxiyu and Solo were sipping wine and chatting, hiding in a quiet corner of the crowd. Mo Dong Yan and a few tiger generals drank more wine, and the topic was nothing more than military war. And Mo Nanhuan, a little kid, raised the order with the children of the scholar clan in threes and threes, and the other eye just glared back.

Pouting, he found that King Gon had left at some point, and there was still tea on the table that he had just drunk. Dizzy and recalled, as if he had left indifferently at the beginning of the banquet.

I thought about leaving the table, and they should also put their things in place. Now I can go back and get a good night's sleep. Recently, my body has been weak, and I always have to sleep two-thirds of the time a day. It's rare to be so energetic today.

At this time, some people were in high spirits, and suggested that everyone in the banquet should make a drinking order, and if they could not do it or did not do it well, they would be punished for drinking, and they would not return home if they were not drunk tonight.

I secretly complained, for I had already stepped out of the hall and was about to go to the back rooms, when I was shouted at by the man who had nothing to do, and everyone in the table looked towards the main seat, and their eyes were dumbfounded, waiting for me to agree. I almost forgot that this dinner was hosted in my name.

As a result, I couldn't escape, but was intercepted by Mo Nanhuan, who didn't have a good heart, and sat back on the main seat sullenly, and I looked weakly at the group of sullen comrades in front of me, who were usually serious and dissolute at the moment.

At the beginning of the wine order, starting from the long table on the right, each person made a rhetoric about "wine" according to the rules, and most of the poems written by the literati were windy and snowy, while the generals were too ambitious, and few of them satisfied me, only to deepen my boredom with this kind of boring feast.

However, he finally lived up to everyone's expectations, the poems of the three princes of the Mo family were okay, and the champion of Solo was also worthy of his name, the stunned young men of the Xiahou family were impressive, and the other unfamiliar faces seemed to have some talent in their stomachs.

I listened to them reluctantly and babble a lot of inexplicable liquor orders, and my heart was half jealous judgment.

They were having a great time at the bottom, and I sat down and drank without saying a word. I thought badly in my heart, if I read out Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine" or Su Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head" at this moment, then everyone here would not be ashamed of themselves to drink all the wine.

Of course, I just think about it, Lao Tzu is not so capable of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, and a blockbuster thing has never been something that Mo Beichen wants to do.

After more than an hour, I finally played two rounds, and I saw that everyone's expressions were excited, and I felt a chill, and I wanted to escape. Lao Tzu is a modern person, and the combined age of the two lives can be their boss strongman, and I am really not used to this kind of acidic party.

One word, flash.

I said fast, walked slowly, and dragged my tired and weak body slowly out of the back hall. Turning around, I was grabbed by the hand behind me, and when I turned around, Mo Nanhuan's little kid blocked my body, and said in a long voice: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, everyone is waiting for you to compose a poem to add fun." ”

After speaking, he whispered viciously near my ear: "Don't you know that it's useless, so you can sneak away as soon as possible." Sure enough, it's a coward. ”

With a "bang", a fire ignited in my heart, and I wanted to scold back, but I could barely hold back.

Actually, sometimes I don't understand, and every time I always quarrel with Mo Nanhuan as if it were true or false. It's used to bickering with a child who is not too old and a half.

It's clear that Lao Tzu is a mature adult, but he is used to doing this kind of childish behavior, which is embarrassing.

...... Perhaps, I can't stand the hatred in the eyes that are similar to Concubine Yi.

Possibly. I consoled myself.

I didn't have much strength in my body, and when I thought of Concubine Yi and that gentle woman, my aura seemed to be sucked away all at once, and my face became more and more pale, and even the drunken flush just now disappeared.

Leaning my left hand against the felt wall, I replied with a gloomy face, "Get out." ”

As if he was not satisfied with my answer, he put down the thick tent next to him, dragged me inward, came to a hidden and narrow wall, and threw me to the ground.

I struggled to get up with my back against the wall, looking at his face distorted with resentment, a little regret in my eyes.

Concubine Yi, there is no similarity between him and Concubine Yi in personality at all. His appearance is clearly another template for the emperor.

Mo Nanhuan stared at the red-eyed, approached the person in front of him who he hated from childhood to adulthood, pinched the man's neck with his hand, spewed out a thick smell of wine in his mouth, and scolded in a dumb voice: "You know, I really want to strangle you now." What's the use of living, you piece of waste? ”

The man's face became whiter and whiter, not the usual frightened white face, but an eerie pale with sallowness, which looked cold and miserable in the gloomy environment.

However, his eyes are difficult to figure out at the moment. He stared straight at himself, his eyes piercing into himself.

Mo Nanhuan felt that those ordinary eyes that were always scattered suddenly became endlessly deep at this moment, and there was a kind of wisdom of the elderly. In his eyes, there was a little discomfort, a little memory, a little pity and irony, and more regret.

I never thought that a person's temperament would change so much before and after. Mo Nanhuan felt that he was really drunk, and he was so drunk that he was so drunk that he would be wrong. It's a really strange feeling.

Mo Nanhuan couldn't help but shake his dizzy head, and continued to stare into the man's eyes, but there was nothing, only a kind of indifference and coldness.

Suddenly, Mo Nanhuan felt that Mo Beichen in front of him was very unfamiliar. I hated him, hated him, and never understood him.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, he really wanted to pinch the warm neck in his drunken hand, so that no one would always provoke him and oppose him all the time. This kind of useless person is not worthy of being his brother at all. But why do you hate him so much, why?

Just as he was hesitating whether to be ruthless, a voice as clear as jade woke him up with a little anger: "Fourth prince, what are you doing here?"

A cold scent swept across his nose, and he felt a pain in his hand, and the hand that was gripping the man's neck did not let go. In the blink of an eye, Mo Beichen's body had been embraced by King Gon. The jade beads that hit the air rolled to the ground with a "ding".

His consciousness recovered in an instant, Mo Beichen seemed to be about to faint, and his body leaned softly on King Gong, but he couldn't see any expression on his face. On his neck, there were obviously a few red and dark finger marks, which could be imagined to be difficult to erase in a few days.

In a trance, he looked at his hand, and he really wanted to kill him just now. However, he hesitated for a moment.

Raising his head, King Gon had a cold face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was obscure.

Mo Nanhuan suddenly felt a chill in his body. killed the crown prince, although his life was short, but if the people at the banquet saw it, he would definitely not escape the felony. What the hell is wrong with you tonight?

Impetuous and impatient, Mo Nanhuan fled in a panic and left.

Seeing him leave, Helan Ji Yunshi asked softly, "What does Your Highness think?"

Not accustomed to intimate contact with outsiders, Mo Beichen slowly broke away and replied in a hoarse voice: "It's okay." Thank you, King Gon, for your help. ”

Helan Jiyun smiled slightly, let go of Mo Beichen empatheticly, and said lightly: "It seems that His Royal Highness's family affairs are inconvenient for outsiders to know. ”

After speaking, Shi Shiran left.

Seeing that he was the only one left, Mo Beichen's body could no longer support it, and he sat on the ground softly. I felt that the cold wind at this moment was blowing into my chest along the roof of the tent, and my body was half cold.

It's a big life, and I've picked up another half life. He laughed self-deprecatingly.