Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 30 Staying in the East Palace?

"Master Xiang, did you encounter something unsatisfactory?"

Fu Zhaoge took his seat, casually turning the white jade dish in his hand.

"No."

When Wen Yanya heard the words, he suddenly realized that his inexplicable displeasure was a little strange, then he glanced at Fu Zhaoge, and couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows.

"Master Xiang, you are trapped by love." Fu Zhaoge suddenly raised his eyebrows, and joked with his phoenix eyes.

Hearing this, Wen Yanya's eyes flickered, and after a moment of stiffness, he turned to look at Fu Zhaoge, and said with a little deep meaning, "The prince seems to understand it very well."

"That's not really worth it."

Fu Zhaoge hooked his lips, turned his phoenix eyes, and motioned for the maid at the side to serve the food.

Afterwards, four or four groups of blue-clothed maids carried trays and added bowls one by one.

The maids moved freely and smoothly, but none of them dared to raise their heads and take a second look.

"You can go out now."

Fu Zhaoge didn't raise his eyes, but the attendants in the East Palace turned their heads and left after Fu passed by.

Leaving Su Ye alone with his pestle in place, he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

Although the relationship between this master and His Royal Highness seems to be extremely ambiguous, but on weekdays, the master has always been served closely by him.

Su Ye thought for a while, looked at Wen Yanya, who was indifferent and calm, and had no other intentions when he saw him, and finally left with anxiety in his heart.

"Isn't Xiangye afraid of what Bengong might do to you?"

Fu Zhaoge picked up the plain chopsticks, with a smile on his blushing mouth, and his phoenix eyes were so bright that people couldn't move their eyes away.

"This is the East Palace."

Wen Yanya glanced lightly at Fu Zhaoge, but in fact, Wen Yanya never had such thoughts.

There is no doubt that Fu Zhaoge cannot escape responsibility for an accident in the East Palace.

But speaking from Wen Yanya, in fact, the absurdity for no reason is because the person opposite is Fu Zhaoge.

We only met each other a few times, but there was always a habit that drew him closer.

In the Southern Kingdom, the most difficult thing to figure out is the Prince of the East Palace. If it was in the past, Wen Yanya would never have thought that one day he would be so close to Fu Zhaoge.

I thought Fu Zhaoge would restrain himself a little when Wen Yanya said that, but I didn't expect Fu Zhaoge to touch Wen Yanya's thin waist unceremoniously. After the medicinal bath, Master Xiang will have to rely on two or three days to recharge his energy, but it seems that it will not affect Master Xiang's body."

Wen Yanya felt the warm and fiery slender hands lingering on his waist non-stop, his dark eyes were hard to melt, and then he quickly grabbed Fu Zhaoge's wrist, and the cool voice couldn't conceal the emotion in it. Hoarse, "The prince provokes the ministers like this, is he trying to risk himself?"

"Looking at the high energy of Xiangye, it must be that his stamina is not bad." Fu Zhaoge raised his lips like a smile, but his phoenix eyes were obscure, and his lazy voice became more and more enchanting, "However, Xiangye's medicinal properties have not weakened, could it be Master Xiang prefers Ben Gong to be on top?"

After saying that, Fu Zhaoge didn't shrink back, instead he picked Wen Yanya's waistband and moved closer together.

"In the East Palace, the crown prince has the final say." Wen Yanya said slowly, but there was no sign of being inferior to others, and the mild and cool aura on his body did not diminish at all.

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge chuckled lightly, and then withdrew his plain hand, but he never saw the fleeting darkness in Wen Yanya's eyes.

"Compared to others, I still like Xiangye's sincerity."

"The prince overestimates the subject." Wen Yanya's mouth curled up with a slight mockery, and his deep eyes gradually changed.

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows lightly, but didn't say anything more, but then he chatted with Wen Yanya from time to time.

After the meal, Fu Zhaoge looked at the silent Wen Yanya, and couldn't help teasing, "It's getting late, Mr. Xiang, do you want to stay in the side hall of the East Palace?"

(End of this chapter)