Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 125 Who wins and who loses
Fu Zhaoge picked up the cup, raised his head and drank the spirits in one gulp, then casually glanced at the people sitting next to him.

"Have someone serve you? Moxie, haven't you seen that these two young masters are more beautiful than those beauties? If it were me, I'm afraid that seeing these rouge vulgar fans, I wouldn't even be in the mood to touch them."

"It's the first time Master Hu has brought someone here. Could it be that he didn't follow the old rules?"

A coldness flashed across Mo Xie's eyes, and then he looked at Fu Zhaoge and the two of them.

"Nonsense, this is just the old man entertaining Brother Hu, how could you make such a fuss."

He Qian smiled loudly, but did not see any sign of anger.

"Since that's the case, then what should we play?" Mo Xie lay on the low bench, and the delicate beauty beside him peeled the skin of the melon and fruit, and delivered it to his mouth.

Mo Xie held the woman's hand in his mouth, causing the woman to blush and laugh lowly.

Fu Zhaoge knew that He Qian would not show his feet at this moment of kung fu.

However, she believed that it would not be long before He Qian would expose this purpose to her.

Fu Zhaoge turned the cup carelessly, without losing any sense of proportion, but before he could recover, a voice from the side rang softly.

"Prince, Master Xiang told you to drink less wine."

Hearing what Su Ye said, Fu Zhaoge couldn't help turning his eyes to Wen Yanya, who seemed to have escaped from this extravagant situation.

This banquet seemed to have nothing to do with him, his brows and eyes were still as warm as jade, his eyes were not stained with dust, the vast starry sky and black river were dotted in them, and his behavior was like a god.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaoge couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up, making him look more seductive, but his subordinates put away the cups and picked up the exquisite pastries that were placed beside them.

And Wen Yanya, who seemed to be indifferent, looked at Fu Zhaoge's actions from the sidelines, a gleam flashed across his eyes, and then disappeared in his black eyes.

"How about this, my young master is not good at beauty, but he only likes martial arts and archery competitions. The huge He Mansion certainly has no shortage of martial arts arenas, right?"

When Fu Zhaoge's words sounded, everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

Everyone here is a dude, but for Mo Xie, this is first-class mastery.

How can this noble young man who looks like an empty and beautiful embroidered pillow win over Mo Xie?

Anyway, Mo Xie's previous generation was General Tiezheng who led troops to fight.

"This old man, of course there is no shortage."

He Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and then burst into light, "It's just, does this have to be a bet?"

Seeing that He Qian finally started to show off, Fu Zhaoge raised the corners of his lips calmly, and continued, "Of course, if my son loses, this bet can be made by Master He."

"Good courage."

Hearing this, He Qian laughed out loud, a glint of coldness flashed across his eyes.

I really don't know what kind of medicine this Hu Zhiqiao sells in the gourd, but he looks at these two brats differently and treats them as guests.

But it's okay, that's how it can frustrate Hu Zhiqiao's spirit and bring down the Hu family by the way.

However, He Qian thought he had foreseen everything, but it was difficult to know that Mo Xie's opponent was Fu Zhaoge, the God of War who became famous in the first battle of the Southern Kingdom.

"Wait, then this young master chooses a martial arts archery competition, so what do you plan to do, young master?"

Mo Xie fixed his eyes on Wen Yanya's body closely. Although Wen Yanya's face was dull, Mo Xie always felt that this person was a little dangerous.

"If she loses, I also owe Master He a bet."

Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge who was at the side, and his calm and calm voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)