Chu Shaoyang was dressed in fluttering purple clothes and had long eyebrows. He walked straight towards the throne and bowed to Mo Chuan.
"Meet the Emperor."
He raised his eyebrows slightly provocatively, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His expression could not be called respectful at all.
But Mo Chuan was not angry.
"Shaoyang, why are you alone? Didn't I make a decree for you to attend with the princess?" He said lightly.
"Oh? Is the emperor the princess who asked the minister?" Chu Shaoyang shrugged and said lightly: "She is sick, so she cannot come to the banquet. She has failed the emperor's kindness. Please forgive me."
"I'm sick, what kind of disease is it?" Mo Chuan stared into his eyes and asked.
He didn't believe it. If she was really sick, would he still smile like this
"The east school field is very windy. The wind blew during the horse racing and I couldn't bear the headache. Is this answer satisfactory to the Emperor?" Chu Shaoyang raised his eyebrows.
Mo Chuan clenched his teeth and looked at Chu Shaoyang coldly.
He didn't believe a word he said!
Chu Shaoyang said nonchalantly: "If the emperor has no other instructions, then I will take my seat." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his seat with a smile on his face, greeting the surrounding ministers with a smile on his face. .
Mo Chuan's fingers in his sleeves clenched tightly into fists, and he wished he could punch Chu Shaoyang's smile off his face.
Of course he knew why Chu Shaoyang smiled so proudly and brightly, because he was qualified to smile!
But why doesn't she come
Is it because she doesn't want to come? Or is it because Chu Shaoyang didn't let her come
Mo Chuan thought of the decisive words she said to him on the school grounds and her cold eyes, and his heart throbbed with pain.
Does she not want to come and see him
But does she know how much he longs to see her again, just one look!
Even if he can't have her, he no longer expects her to come back to him. As long as he sees her safe and happy, even if the happiness is brought to her by Chu Shaoyang, he will be satisfied.
The hall was full of guests, laughing and chatting, singing and dancing, and having a great time.
Everyone in the hall was filled with joy and smiles, but he was the only one who drank the bitter wine in the cup with an expressionless expression.
His mountain-like eyebrows were no longer stretched, and his body like a beautiful orchid tree was swaying a little. He felt that he was drunk, but he couldn't stop drinking wine in his glass.
"Your Majesty! You can't drink any more!" A clear and sweet voice sounded in his ears.
Mo Chuan raised his eyes slightly, and in front of him was a handsome young man in white clothes. He stepped forward and took the wine glass from his hand.
"Shaobai, come and have a drink with me. Today is really a good day worth celebrating, don't you think?" He looked drunk, feeling drunk.
"Your Majesty, you are the king of a country, you can't do this!" Chu Shaobai turned around and ordered: "Go get the hangover soup!"
"Haha, the king of a country? I am the king of a country, but do you know how useless I am as an emperor! How tiring it is to be an emperor! I no longer want this throne, and I don't want to be this emperor either. Shaobai, can you be the emperor?"
Mo Chuan suddenly raised his eyes and smiled at Chu Shaobai, looking very drunk.
His ability to drink was huge, and with his deep inner strength, he would not be so drunk even if he drank two full jars of wine.
But the wine made him sad and extremely intoxicating. He was depressed and unknowingly the wine eroded his mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out the words that were deep in his heart.