Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 21 Care about me?

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge chuckled lightly, and the groom on the carriage had already prepared to get down and put the stools and chairs firmly.

"Master Xiang, the princess..."

Before Luo Shiqing finished speaking, Fu Chongyan who was beside her interrupted her.

"Okay, our princess, don't bother Miss Huang to talk about things, be good."

"Fu Chongyan, let go!"

Luo Shiqing was held by Fu Chongyan's hand, and when she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but subconsciously widen her eyes, but Fu Chongyan, as usual, walked away with one hand behind her back, but the corner of her mouth unconsciously raised a smile.

"Hey, call me Brother Huang."

"Fu Chongyan, don't go too far."

……

Fu Zhaoge was also used to getting along with the two of them, he didn't even glance around from the corner of his eye, and got into the carriage steadily.

"Master Xiang knows how to enjoy."

In the blink of an eye, Fu Zhaoge saw Wen Yanya sitting on a soft seat, holding a slightly thin scroll in his hand, and the white shirt in black seemed to be simpler than usual, but it was difficult to conceal his faint and dusty temperament.

"How can it be compared to the crown prince? It took less than three days for the teacher to return to court, and he went to the Baiyu Pavilion with His Royal Highness to be happy." Wen Yanya's voice was indifferent and pleasant, but he still couldn't hear the emotions clearly. He just raised his eyes, but There was a flash of strangeness.

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, but he didn't explain. He even raised his lips and smiled, talking freely, "Too happy to be called, but today, I can be regarded as an eye-opener."

After saying those words, a coolness flashed across Wen Yanya's eyes, but he quickly returned to his old indifference.

"Why, the prince intends to open his eyes later?"

Wen Yanya couldn't hear the slightest meaning in what he said, his brows were sculpted motionless, his black eyes were looking down at the scroll, but the hands under the sleeves had already been clenched tightly.

"That's not necessary. The Prime Minister is by my side, so I wouldn't want to spy on the overwhelmed country next to me."

Fu Zhaoge twitched his lips like a smile, his phoenix eyes shone like April, and his soul-piercing provocative voice sounded slowly.

After the words fell, Wen Yanya remained silent, but his eyes flickered and darkened, and his hands tightened and then loosened.

"The crown prince has a noble status, it's better to avoid getting involved in affairs."

"Master Xiang is caring about me?"

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly, his phoenix eyes were smiling, and his bewitching voice remained the same.

"The humble minister, Prince Gu Quan, is taking care of the overall situation of the Southern Kingdom."

Wen Yanya's gaze remained unmoved, his cool and indifferent voice was still pleasant to the ear, and the short sentence was not out of proportion, just right for that benefit.

However, Wen Yanya never expected that when he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

At some point, Fu Zhaoge had already approached him closely, and then hooked Wen Yanya's skirt with his fingers, and pulled it gently, the original ambiguous atmosphere became even more intense.

"In the eyes of Xiangye, this palace is only the overall situation of the southern country?"

The corners of Fu Zhaoge's crimson lips curled up evilly, her phoenix eyes shone brightly, and her charming voice was even more seductive.

Wen Yanya looked at Fu Zhaoge's wanton behavior, but he didn't see any anger in his eyes. Instead, when he raised his eyes to meet those beautiful phoenix eyes, his heart was suddenly hit lightly, which was engraved in the depths of his soul, and the uniqueness of women The cold and refreshing fragrance was like piercing his bones, eating away at his heart.

After a while, the original situation changed drastically again.

Wen Yanya looked at the bewitching woman in front of him, stretched out his arms to wrap around his waist, and after a twirl, half of Wenxiang's soft jade fell into his arms.

"The prince, what do you want this minister to think?"

Wen Yanya's warm and cool voice was slightly lowered, and a strange emotion appeared in his imperceptible eyes, which only reflected the face of the person in his arms.

(End of this chapter)