Chu Shaoyang's purple clothes fluttered, his long eyebrows went into his temples, he walked straight to the throne and bowed to Mo Chuan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Meet the Emperor. ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly defiantly, the corners of his mouth hooked into a faint smile, and his demeanor was not respectful at all.

But Mo Chuan was not angry.

"Shaoyang, why are you alone? Didn't I make a decree to let you bring the princess to attend?" he said lightly.

"Oh, is the emperor the princess of the courtier?" Chu Shaoyang shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "She is sick, so she can't come to the banquet, she has failed the emperor's good intentions, and she asks the emperor for forgiveness." ”

"Sick, what is it?" Mo Chuan said, staring into his eyes.

He didn't believe it, if she was really sick, he would still smile like this?

"It's windy in the east school field, and the wind blows when I run the horse, and I can't get up with a headache, is the emperor satisfied with this answer?" Chu Shaoyang raised his eyebrows and said.

Mo Chuan clenched his back socket and looked at Chu Shaoyang coldly.

He didn't believe a word of his words!

Chu Shaoyang said nonchalantly: "If the emperor has no other orders, the minister will be seated." After speaking, he turned around, Shi Shiran walked to his seat, and greeted the ministers around him with a smile on his face.

Mo Chuan's fingers in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and he couldn't wait to punch Chu Shaoyang off the smile on his face.

Of course he knew why Chu Shaoyang was smiling so proudly and sunny, because he had the qualifications to laugh!

But why didn't she come?

Was it because she didn't want to come? Or was it because Chu Shaoyang wouldn't let her come?

Mo Chuan remembered the decisive words she had said to him when she was in school, and her indifferent eyes, and his heart throbbed terribly.

She didn't want to come and see him, did she?

But she knew how much he wished he could see her again, just one glance!

Even if he couldn't have her, he no longer expected her to return to him, as long as he saw her safe and happy, even if that happiness was brought to her by Chu Shaoyang, he was satisfied.

The hall was full of guests, laughter and noisy, singing and dancing, and they were happy.

Everyone in the hall had a smile on their faces, but he was the only one who drank the bitter wine in his cup with an expressionless face.

His eyebrows, which were as clear as a mountain, never stretched again, and his figure like a Zhilan Xiushu swayed a little, and he felt that he was drunk, but he couldn't stop the wine in the glass.

"Your Majesty, you can't drink any more!" a melodious voice sounded in his ears.

Mo Chuan raised his eyes slightly, and in front of him was a handsome young man dressed in white, and stepped forward to take the wine glass in his hand.

"Shaobai, you came to drink with me, today is really a good day to celebrate, don't you say?" he looked drunk, and his alcohol surged.

"Your Majesty, you are the king of a country, you can't do this!" Chu Shaobai turned his head and ordered: "Go and get the sobering soup!"

"Hehe, the king of a country, I am the king of a country, but do you know how much I deserve this emperor! How tired I should be! I don't want this throne anymore, I don't want this emperor anymore, Shaobai, you come to be the emperor, okay?"

Mo Chuan suddenly raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Shaobai, drunk and cute.

His alcohol consumption was originally very large, and with his deep internal strength, he would not be drunk like this even if he drank two whole large jars of wine.

But the wine was sad and intoxicating, he was depressed, and he was unconsciously eroded by the wine, and the words pressed in his heart couldn't help but rush out.