Empress Running Away with the Ball!

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Chu Shaoyang's purple clothes flew, his long eyebrows into his temples, he walked straight to the throne and bowed to Mo Chuan.

"Meet the emperor."

He raised his eyebrows slightly provocatively, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the expression was not at all respectful.

But Mo Chuan was not angry.

"Shaoyang, why are you alone? I didn't make up my mind to let you 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 can't come to the banquet.

"Sick, what is it?" Mo Chuan stared at his eyes closely.

He didn't believe it. If she was really ill, would he smile like that?

"The east campus is very windy. The wind blew during the horse race, and the headache was unbearable. Is the emperor satisfied with this answer?" Chu Shaoyang raised his eyebrows.

Mo Chuan bit his back alveolus and looked at Chu Shaoyang coldly.

He didn't believe a word!

Chu Shaoyang said indifferently: "If the emperor did not instruct him otherwise, the minister would take the seat." After that, he turned around and Shi Shiran walked to his seat, and he smiled and greeted the ministers around him. .

Mo Chuanyuan's fingers in his sleeves were tightly clenched into a fist, and he wished to punch Chu Shaoyang's smile from his face.

He certainly knows why Chu Shaoyang laughed so proudly and sunny, because he was qualified to laugh!

But why didn't she come?

Is it because she doesn't want to come? Or is it because Chu Shaoyang won't let her come?

Mo Chuan remembered what she said to him when she was on the school ground, and her indifferent eyes, and his heart hurt badly.

She did n’t want to see him?

But did she know how much he looked forward to seeing her again, just one glance!

Even if he could not have her, he no longer expected her to return to him. As long as he saw her safe and happy, even if the happiness was brought to her by Chu Shaoyang, he was satisfied.

Full of guests, laughter and noise, singing and dancing, and joy.

Everyone's face in the hall was filled with joy and smile, but he was the only one, drinking the bitter wine in the glass without expression.

His clear mountain brows never stretched again, and his physiognomy like Chilan Xiushu shook a little. He thought he was drunk, but he couldn't stop drinking.

"Emperor! You can't drink any more!" A clear and sweet voice rang in his ears.

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

"Shaobai, you come to drink with me at the bar. Today is a good day to celebrate, do you say that?" He looked calm and his enthusiasm surged.

"Emperor, you are the prince of a country, you can't do this!" Chu Shaobai turned his head and said, "Go and get the Soup!"

"Oh, the prince of a country? I am the prince of a country, but did you know that this emperor of mine deserves nothing? How tired of deserving! I do not want this emperor, nor do I want to be this emperor, Shaobai, you come to be an emperor, okay? "

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

His wine volume was originally very large, coupled with deep internal force, even if he drank two full bottles of alcohol, he would not be drunk like this.

But the wine was in a state of sorrow, and he was particularly intoxicated. He felt depressed and unconsciously eroded his mind by the wine. If he pressed his heart, he couldn't help but rush out.