Chu Shaoyang closed his eyes, and the alcohol surged, but his consciousness was extremely clear, and there were scenes of her face in his mind, some were angry, some frowned, some were displeased, and some were happy, but no matter which face it was, he never got tired of looking at it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black and dark, without her face, nothing.

She has already left, married to Dongqin, thousands of miles away, and he will never see her again.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he wept silently.

There is no one here, only himself, no one will see his weak side, and no one will think that the iron-blooded and ruthless prince will one day hide in this dark stone chamber and weep like a helpless child.

Hurried footsteps were suddenly heard in the hallway.

"Lord Wang! the slave has something important to come back to!" was the voice of Chu Shaoyang's personal follower, Xiao Anzi.

"Get out!" Chu Shaoyang let out a hoarse roar, like the roar of a wounded beast.

He grabbed the wine jug in his hand and smashed it, and the bronze wine jug smashed on the stone door, making a loud noise, which frightened Xiao Anzi to stop suddenly.

Xiao Anzi pursed his lips, knowing that now was the worst time for the prince, but he still had to pluck the hair on the tiger's buttocks, because he had something important to report to the prince.

"Lord Wang, the slave has just received news from the palace, three days later, the emperor will hold a big wedding ceremony, and you must attend the invitation. ”

"Get out!"

Chu Shaoyang roared again, and his voice came out through the heavy stone gate, still making Xiao Anzi tremble.

He hurriedly slowed down and left, not even daring to make a loud noise.

Chu Shaoyang frowned, shook his drunken head, what did Xiao Anzi say just now?

The emperor is getting married?

He jumped up from the bed and stood barefoot on the cold stone face, the cold air swishing up the soles of his feet, and it made his wine a little sober.

The emperor is going to get married? Who is he going to marry? Could it be Ning'er?

As soon as he thought of Shen Ning, all his drunken intent instantly ran away, and almost immediately opened the stone door, rushed out of the stone room, and yelled loudly at the long corridor outside the door.

"Xiao Anzi, get back to this king!"

Xiao Anzi, who had not yet reached the end of the corridor, trembled, and was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he hurriedly ran back and fell to his knees.

"You just said that the emperor is going to get married, who is he going to marry?

Chu Shaoyang grabbed Xiao Anzi's shirt and lifted him up.

"Hui, Hui, the prince, the minion...... Minions don't know, minions really don't know. Xiao Anzi replied tremblingly.

There were pine torches lit on the stone walls in the corridor, and the light that was clearly extinguished shone on Chu Shaoyang's face, and Xiao Anzi almost couldn't believe his eyes.

He couldn't believe that the drunkard in front of him, who was sloppy, dirty, smelly, and drunk, was his own handsome and beautiful man like Zhilan Yushu.

Chu Shaoyang was angry, his eyes were red, he raised his legs, and kicked Xiao Anzi in the stomach heavily, Xiao Anzi flew out, hit his back against the stone wall, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Besides, I don't know, this king is going to kill you!" he snapped, like a beast about to eat people.

Xiao Anzi replied bitterly: "Lord Wang, the slave really doesn't know who the emperor is going to marry, but I heard that it is a civilian girl, who is ugly, not only ugly...... It's ugly, it's still ...... Still a cripple...... Ahem. ”