Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 6
"It's fine if there's nothing wrong with you." Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Yanya's dark eyes flashed, and his warm and cool voice did not reveal any emotion, "Find out the details of the prince, I want everything."

"Master... have you met His Highness the Crown Prince?" Su Ye couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then carefully observed Wen Yanya's eyes.

"Yeah." It's more than just seeing it.

Wen Yanya responded casually, walked to the desk, swiped his pen and ink, leaving only three words.

Fu Zhaoge.

When Su Ye heard this, he frowned. He originally wanted to have a better relationship with the prince, but he didn't expect to meet before that.

He hoped it wasn't a grudge.

Although the crown prince is a confidante, he has found out clearly that this crown prince surpasses all the princes. He started politics at a young age, ended the fifteenth war, and succeeded to the reserve position.

Now, in such a dangerous situation as Juliang, he still managed to win the battle.

Such a woman, how can she compete with other women.

"By the way, this time the prince is back, King Jin has also taken action. It is said that he has prepared a few beauties and male pets, and plans to send them to His Royal Highness. Shall we show our favor to His Royal Highness?"

As soon as Su Ye finished speaking, Wen Yanya drew a cold glance.

"I really think you are very good. If you are willing, you will never force me." However, just after saying this, before Su Ye could refute and explain, Wen Yanya turned his eyes back to look at the three characters written on the rice paper, slowly He said, "King Jin seems to be very relaxed. By the way, the emperor has a few problems with flooding in Chuzhou recently. You can ask for instructions, so that King Jin can have a chance to show off."

Su Ye was anxious to explain to Wen Yanya just now, but when he continued to listen, he couldn't help but wonder.

When did King Jin offend him?
It's just a matter of wondering, and Su Ye knows how to ask about things.

"Tomorrow morning, prepare to go down, the truth is to meet the emperor." Wen Yanya's eyes darkened a little, and his cool voice was a little chilly, "You can do it with King Zhou."

"Yes." Su Ye nodded respectfully, naturally he wouldn't ask too many questions, why did Wen Yanya, who hadn't been in the palace to discuss politics for more than half a year, suddenly want to go to court again.

Empress Xu, Wen Yanya said nothing, just stared at the names on the rice paper with downcast eyes, thinking about something.

Tomorrow, we can meet again.

The East Palace returned to the imperial court, and after bloody battles on the battlefield, the soldiers had long believed in Fu Zhaoge.

But the people with bad intentions in the imperial city were tossing and turning...

Above the imperial court, the palace is magnificent, with carved beams and double pillars, high-ranking soles, and rows of ministers dressed in court uniforms. Among them, only a man in a crescent white brocade robe sits alone in a wheelchair , in the front.

Even if he is in a wheelchair, it is difficult to conceal the man's godlike aura.

"It's really a miracle that Prime Minister Zuo will go to court today."

The emperor's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and then they focused on Wen Yanya's clear and handsome face.

"I haven't met the saint for a long time, and I feel ashamed. When I come today, I hope the emperor will not blame me."

Wen Yanya glanced at the crowd, and then withdrew his gaze. The warm and cool voice resounded in the hall, making it impossible to pick any thorns.

"How could it be, Aiqing is serious." The emperor smiled, with a pleasant expression.

However, when the palace people outside the door declared three times that the man had returned late, the emperor suddenly suppressed his smile, his face was calm, and there was an indistinct light in his sharp eyes.

"The prince enters the palace."

In less than half an hour, a woman dressed in a dark red court phoenix brocade robe with gold and embroidered clouds slowly walked up to the gate of the hall, with only a fringed white jade pendant hanging from her waist, her delicate and enchanting face like a sculpture could not be seen clearly With a smile, Wu Mo's three thousand silk hair is half pulled up and tilted to the crown, and half shawl is docile and falls down the waist.

Wen Yanya calmly lowered his lacquered eyes, then retracted them.

(End of this chapter)