Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 32
Wen Yanya hid the thoughts in his heart, but something seemed to break out of the deepest emotion.

"The prince should have an extraordinary fate."

Wen Yanya stabilized his confused mind, his cool and pleasant voice was mixed with some differences, and the tumbling tide at the bottom of those black eyes was just covered by the long and curly eyelashes.

"Then I have thanked Xiangye for his good words." Fu Zhaoge stood up suddenly, with a smile that seemed to be mocking himself, and his words were as lazy and indifferent as ever.

Seeing Fu Zhaoge's sudden alienation, Wen Yanya also caught the flashing dark light in Fu Zhaoge's eyes.

Before he had time to ask, Fu Zhaoge said again, "The side hall of the East Palace is also very close to the sleeping hall of the palace. If there is nothing else, I will go back to the study to deal with the official documents. If there is something to do, I can ask the attendant to bring the Prime Minister to come. Find me."

Wen Yanya lightly parted her thin lips, but in the end, what she wanted to say had a different meaning.

"No problem."

Fu Zhaoge raised his lips, his phoenix eyes were covered with an indistinct smile, and he turned to look at the attendants waiting outside, "Su Ye, take good care of Mr. Xiang with them. Then help to solve it."

"promise."

Si Ran and Su Ye looked at each other, then turned around and saluted Fu Zhaoge again.

Afterwards, after explaining some trivial matters, Fu Zhaoge left in a huff.

Wen Yanya looked at Fu Zhaoge's departing dark red figure, his black eyes circled deeply, agitated.

What Fu Zhaoge said was true, she was in charge of the reserve position, how could she talk about these children's love like ordinary women.

Wen Yanya turned his eyes to look at Su Ye, his face was dull, as if nothing happened, "Send the truth to the side hall."

"Yes, sir."

Su Ye nodded, and stepped forward to push Wen Yanya's wheelchair.

Although Su Ye and Si Ran didn't ask anything, they couldn't stop their curiosity.

Today, the crown prince and the prime minister looked very ordinary, but this was too ordinary, and the atmosphere was unusually weird.

But in the study room, Fu Zhaoge did not turn over the official documents in the book, but lay lazily on the couch, leaning on the single rail with his eyes closed and resting his mind. Around Fu Zhaoge's body, three thousand blue silks poured like ink, and the strong interplay between Shen Zhu and ink appeared particularly enchanting and charming, and the delicate and fair collarbone also vaguely appeared.

After a long time, Fu Zhaoge slowly opened his phoenix eyes, but no one could understand the subtle light hidden in them.

If due to fate, she must be responsible for the reserve position, then she has lost too much.

But for Fu Zhaoge, she must be in this position.

In the past, the eldest prince who taught himself carefully was beheaded by the current emperor for preventing Fu Zhaoge from ascending to the throne.

She was only fifteen that year.

Fu Zhaoge seems to be used to this kind of extravagant life in which power dominates the government and the public, but she also counted the years of walking on thin ice in the past.

Ordinary people say that all the emperors and lands in this world are protected by her, Fu Zhaoge, but if it is not fate, it is a man, how many people are willing to go to the battlefield?
What she wants is not only to live, but also to live well, so she walked this road, the bloody road of massacre, without the slightest hesitation.

So what if the sky is not good at caring, even if she tries her best, she, Fu Zhaoge, will also rewrite the history books of the world.

"Mu Changyuan, don't let Ben Gong down..."

Fu Zhaoge read, his phoenix eyes sparkled suddenly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually became stronger.

(End of this chapter)