Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 649 The Truth, This Is Purgatory
Fu Zhaoge realized that he couldn't find anything right now, so he had to go back to the house directly, but during the conversation, Fu Zhaoge noticed that there seemed to be a green lotus tattoo on the back of Feng Jing's hand.

Although it was mostly covered by the robe, Fu Zhaoge was still clearly aware of it.

The deepness in Fu Zhaoge's eyes flashed away, and then when he returned to the Yue Palace, he confessed to wantonly to find out the origin of the green lotus tattoo.

And after that, not long after, Fu Zhaoge returned to the main hall prepared by the Yue Kingdom for Wen Yanya, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows lightly. Then, before stepping into the threshold, he saw Wen Yanya looking at him with an unattractive expression.

"Master Xiang, are you waiting for me?"

Fu Zhaoge looked at Wen Yanya with a calm forehead, but the smile on the corners of his crimson lips still couldn't be concealed.

Hearing this, Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge with his cool black eyes, then took Fu Zhaoge's hand, and brought Fu Zhaoge into the deserted main hall forcefully but not forcefully.

"Just now you went to see Feng Jing."

Wen Yanya pursed her thin lips slightly, and then continued.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence in himself or Fu Zhaoge, it's just that... this Feng Jing is indeed a special existence, and even he can see that Fu Zhaoge is not as indifferent to Feng Jing as he is to ordinary people.

"Ah."

Fu Zhaoge nodded, glanced at the person in front of him, couldn't help suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth, then slightly raised his eyes to Wen Yanya, his eyes were clear without any impurities.

"Master, is Qi Bengong going to meet Priest Feng alone?"

"The truth is that the prince doesn't know the reason."

Wen Yanya then glanced at Fu Zhaoge lightly, but not long after, before Fu Zhaoge could speak, he couldn't help stretching out his arms to wrap his arms around Fu Zhaoge's waist, holding Fu Zhaoge tightly in his arms.

"Fu Zhaoge, can't you make me less upset?"

Wen Yanya's words were extremely tender and affectionate, with a charming low-mellow tone, a hint of helplessness appeared in Qingjuan's brows, but the shackles in his hands could not help but tighten a little bit.

Perhaps in the past, he would not have worried about this matter.

But now, he is afraid that if he really doesn't want to flirt, Fu Zhaoge and Feng Jing will get closer and closer before he falls in love with Fu Zhaoge.

Thinking of this possibility, Wen Yanya couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his heart, and then his words became a little colder, but he was more unconfident, "Fu Zhaoge, if you like someone else, let's see how we deal with you."

"How to clean up the palace?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge couldn't help but smile, knowing the worry of the man in front of him.

Then, before Wen Yanya could make a sound, Fu Zhaoge hugged Wen Yanya's muscular waist tightly, stood on tiptoe slightly, and then approached Wen Yanya's neck with his crimson lips, gently spraying warm breath.

"Fu Zhaoge..."

Wen Yanya still had the same coolness in his eyebrows, but his tone was already tainted with warmth, and even a touch of pampering.

"Wen Yanya, not only you belong to me, but I will always belong to you. Unless, you will fall in love with someone else."

Fu Zhaoge then spoke slowly, the already lazy voice deliberately softened a little, and it was more soul-stirring.

Hearing this, Wen Yanya frowned, then subconsciously supported Fu Zhaoge's waist, and then said slowly, "Fu Zhaoge, the truth is that this is purgatory, and you can only break through it alone."

(End of this chapter)