Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 449 Broken Sleeve Emperor VS Cold General 35
"Crack."

The wine glass in Mo Lan's hand shattered.

While the wine was pouring, Mo Lan's fingertips were also scratched by the broken porcelain, and the blood just dripped down the fingertips.

Normally, the little emperor would definitely step forward to show concern, but this time, he didn't.

He just glanced at Mo Lan's fingertips lightly, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

That look is strange and indifferent.

Mo Lan even felt that the person in front of him was not the little emperor he knew at all.

In the past few days, he has been trying to make things clear to the little emperor, but the other party doesn't want to see him anymore.

In just a few days, have they become strangers to this point?

There was a wry smile on Mo Lan's face, he didn't care about the wound on his hand, he had never suffered multiple injuries on the battlefield, so a mere scratch was nothing.

Without the wine glass, he simply picked up the wine jug next to him and poured it into his mouth.

He is not used to drinking on weekdays, because he doesn't like the feeling of drifting and not sober.

But today, he really wanted to get drunk.

The pot of wine quickly ran out, and he looked at the astonished maid next to him, and said in a calm voice, "More wine!"

Facing Mo Lan's dark eyes, the maid flinched and hurried down to prepare drinks.

Soon, a jug of fine wine was placed in front of him.

The music on the field was ethereal, Yan Xi changed into a dance costume and danced in the field, the tulle fluttered with her movements, and the gesture of waving her sleeves was graceful like a fairy.

Then the little emperor on the stand, his eyes had already been attracted by the dancing beauties.

A cold light flashed in Mo Lan's eyes, and he continued to drink with his head raised.

can not wait anymore.

He couldn't bear to have those beauties around the little emperor.

At the end of this banquet, no matter whether he wants to see him or not, he has to express his heart to him.

If he is willing to respond, that would be the best, if not, then he...will never give up...

Before he knew it, Mo Lan had already downed several jugs of wine, the wine was full of stamina, even Mo Lan felt a little dizzy at this moment.

At this moment, the little emperor on the stage finally said: "General Mo Lan, didn't you just let me drink less wine, why are you drinking happily now?"

Hearing the little emperor's voice, Mo Lan's eyes lit up, but when he raised his eyes, he met the little emperor's playful gaze.

There was no worry in it, it was clearly just a joke on him.

The light in his eyes dimmed again, Mo Lan pulled his lips, but did not speak.

It was obviously still a cold and calm face, but it gave people a feeling of wronged inexplicably.

He didn't reply, but the little emperor was not ready to give up: "Since the general loves this fine wine so much, then... come here! Bring a whole jug of wine to the general."

After a while, a jar of wine was placed on Mo Lan's table.

He heard the little emperor's laughter: "In this way, the general must have enough to drink."

Mo Lan looked at the little emperor for a long time, and a dull pain hit his heart. He looked down at the jar of wine, reached out and patted the wine seal off, and a strong aroma of wine spread over the surface.

Mo Lan picked up the jar, raised his head and poured it down.

All the ministers were stunned by this scene, except Yan Xi, who was Qingwu on the stage, kept moving, her every move was charming, and everyone was attracted by Mo Lan's attention in a blink of an eye.

Her pair of beautiful eyes exposed to the outside suddenly flashed a sharp murderous look, and Mo Lan, who was holding the wine jar, froze. He suddenly looked up at Yan Xi, but saw that the other party had already rushed towards the little emperor on the stage, hiding on his body His short dagger was tightly held in his hand.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" The ministers in the audience exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)