Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 420 Go to Kunhe Palace
Wen Yanya heard the words, and then glanced at Fu Zhaoge indifferently, with a gloomy tone in his words, "That purse can only be kept in the palace, not close to the body."

After speaking, Wen Yanya then walked towards the East Palace, and Fu Zhaoge walked beside him at a leisurely pace.

Fu Zhaoge thought of the purse with messy embroidery, if it hadn't been for the fact that Ang Xiumiao had spent a lot of time, she wouldn't even touch it.

However, because of this touching embroidery method, in the future, there will really be a person who carries Ang Xiu Miao's uniquely embroidered purse and hangs it on his waist every day, wishing everyone could take a look.

"Master Xiang, how about... How about we go to Yue Kingdom in a while?"

Fu Zhaoge raised his lips and smiled, but his phoenix eyes were more obscure and incomprehensible, which added a little bit of coolness.

"Wait until the beginning of the year."

Wen Yanya paused for a moment, then looked at Fu Zhaoge meaningfully, and then the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

Fu Zhaoge's birthday is just over a month away.

Wen Yanya's eyes became more and more deep, thinking of the medicine Shen Yuqing had given him, he pursed his lips lightly, his eyes suddenly became cold.

Right now, he doesn't know when he will... forget everything about the past, but if he can still remember, he wants to give her everything she wants.

Although Fu Zhaoge was suspicious, he didn't ask, and just nodded.

"That's fine. In the past, I would stay alone in the East Palace during the annual banquet. Now that I have the Prime Minister to accompany me, it is meaningless for me."

Fu Zhaoge hooked his lips, then raised his eyes to Wen Yanya.

This year's cold wind came late, even the wintersweet bloomed half a month later, and the next year's banquet was not as bitter as before.

"Bullshit."

Wen Yanya's eyes were stained with a smile, but there was a doting helplessness in his warm voice.

When I am free, this trance will quietly disappear like a cloud in the afternoon.

At night, Wen Yanya went back to the Prime Minister's mansion alone. The words of his explanation were full of mystery, and Fu Zhaoge did not guess the reason. After eating, he led Xiao Yan out of the East Palace together.

"Master, are you going to Kunhe Palace to find the Empress?"

Xiao Yan asked gently from the side.

Fu Zhaoge was still walking aimlessly at first, but after hearing what Xiao Yan said, his eyes became brighter, and then he slightly curled his lips, "Then go to Kunhe Palace."

"Yes."

Xiao Yan nodded, and held the lamp for Fu Zhaoge from the side.

However, the outer palace and the inner palace in the Southern Kingdom are quite far apart, and it took a long time before they entered the threshold of Kunhe Palace.

"Why is it so noisy in Kunhe Palace?" Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows in doubt, and then looked at the brightly lit main hall.

"Master, go in and have a look?"

Xiao Yan couldn't help hesitating for a moment, then asked Fu Zhaoge.

"Let's go."

Fu Zhaoge nodded, and then approached the main hall, only to see two court ladies vaguely kneeling inside, while the empress and emperor above the main seat had gloomy expressions.

Seeing that the emperor was there, the smile on Fu Zhaoge's mouth faded a bit, but he still had a lazy and elegant look, and stepped across the threshold leisurely, "Auntie, my son will be here for several months. How can it be so lively?"

Hearing Fu Zhaoge's voice, everyone was stunned.

Only the empress came to her senses first, and then scolded coquettishly, "You little heartless person, you know that you haven't seen your aunt for several months?"

"Prince, is she your mother's queen?"

The emperor had a cold face, and then he couldn't help reminding that he was still strict with the rules in the palace.

(End of this chapter)