Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 681 Father-in-law and son-in-law

The emperor's words greatly shocked Fu Mingcheng.

But Fu Mingcheng never thought about it, Fu Zhaoge used to quarrel with the emperor, these words were very common, but Fu Zhaoge never took it to the bottom of his heart, instead, he refuted the words later, which made the emperor furious.

"Father..."

At this time, Fu Mingcheng couldn't help but become a little timid, and called his father weakly.

When the emperor heard the words, he glanced at Fu Mingcheng angrily, and then waved his hand at Fu Mingcheng, "Scroll."

Hearing this, Fu Mingcheng wanted to say something more, when there was a noise outside.

"Father."

Fu Zhaoge's calm voice sounded slowly.

But then, unexpectedly, the emperor, who was still dark and sullen just now, suddenly smiled, looked at Fu Zhaoge and said with a smile, "Zhaoge, you are here."

Hearing this, not to mention Fu Mingcheng, even Fu Zhaoge hadn't gotten used to it yet, his eyelids twitched, and then he walked to the emperor's side and nodded.

"Father, my son brought the decoction."

"Good good."

Then, the emperor seemed as if nothing had happened just now, his expression was as if he was looking forward to the medicine.

The poisonous hatred in Fu Mingcheng's heart was even more indelible, and it grew thicker and thicker.

"Ah."

Fu Zhaoge nodded, but for some reason, Wen Yanya who was on the side always felt a little displeased when he saw this.

"It's better for the minister to come."

After all, before Fu Zhaoge could say anything, the decoction in his hand disappeared.

Seeing the situation in front of him, even the emperor couldn't laugh.

"Master Xiang, this is..."

The emperor looked at Wen Yanya's clear eyebrows and eyes without any emotion, as elegant and elegant as an exile.

Such a person always feels that it is a kind of evil to use medicine for himself.

"It's okay, it's what I should do."

Wen Yanya bent his lips, and then continued to speak, but there was a deep meaning in his words.

This is exactly what he should do.

After all, the son-in-law must always have the filial piety of a son-in-law.

However, how could Fu Zhaoge not understand Wen Yanya's thoughts, and couldn't help but curl his lips in silence.

Obviously jealous, how could there be so many high-sounding reasons.

My own Prime Minister is really admirable, even his father's jealousy, what's there to eat.

Afterwards, Fu Zhaoge's eyes flickered involuntarily, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth inadvertently turned into a sarcasm.

It can't be regarded as between father and daughter.

And this time with the medicine, the emperor also discovered what real oppression is.

No matter how bitter the medicine was, the emperor was about to frown and say something, but when he saw Wen Yanya's dull but deep eyes, he couldn't say anything.

This feeling of numbness made the emperor feel that it is better to have a daughter.

Comparing this time and time again, it was much better when Fu Zhaoge fed the medicine before.

After using the decoction, Wen Yanya's demeanor was as elegant and elegant as flowing clouds and flowing water. He put the jade bowl in his hand on the tray aside, then wiped his slender jade hands, and said slowly, "Your Majesty is worthy of being the Ninth Five-Year King!" , this medicine smelled bitter, but the emperor bravely didn't slow it down even once, and used up the whole bowl."

"...Wen Aiqing is being polite."

If it wasn't for the mental oppression, he could have used it up so quickly.

Looking back now, it's really hard to bear the taste in my mouth...

"Zhaoge..."

Then the emperor looked up at Fu Zhaoge with a pitiful look.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaoge remained indifferent, but the tips of his phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and then he handed the sugar pill he had prepared in his hand to the emperor.

　PS: Good night~ It's time for the silly prince to get a box lunch...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)