Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 73
"However, I have always been paranoid and self-controlled, and I have allowed it to be arrogant for too long with this heart disease."

Fu Zhaoge's long and beautiful phoenix eyes flashed a decisive and dark light, his eyes turned cold, and his lazy voice suddenly sank.

"I only hope that the master is safe and sound."

He let out a sigh of relief, seeing that Fu Zhaoge finally no longer looked resigned to heart disease, he felt much more at ease.

"Now that I have an obsession, I will never put myself in danger."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Fu Zhaoge's mouth, and his phoenix eyes were shining, but it was difficult to understand the concealment.

If you want to live, you have to live well...

Fu Zhaoge didn't take much rest, and then went straight back to the study of the East Palace, where he read the official documents for half a day.

It's just that, in this short period of time that can't be called sneaking around, another imposing unexpected visitor ushered in outside the East Palace.

Books are everywhere, Fu Zhaoge is sitting alone in the study, not rejecting the pile of documents, holding a pen against his delicate jaw with one hand, flipping through casually with the other hand, there is a bit of laziness in his brows and eyes, but the bottom of his phoenix eyes cannot be detected deep bottom.

Not a moment later, Fu Zhaoge heard a knock on the door, subconsciously his calm eyes turned cold, and then he raised his eyes to look outside the door.

"Master." He said respectfully.

"What is it that this palace can handle?"

Fu Zhaoge's voice was still lazy and provocative, but it was still audible, and Fu Zhaoge was already displeased.

"Master, Your Highness has brought a lot of guards and is about to break into the East Palace."

Recklessly suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, he said calmly.

"Oh? He Fu Mingcheng is really courageous." Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, put down the pen and paper in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

Is it because she thought she didn't do enough in the court to relieve her anger, so she paid a special visit today?
"Listen, if Fu Mingcheng takes a step into the East Palace, I will not only break his leg, but also destroy the useless gatekeeper raised by the East Palace."

Fu Zhaoge's phoenix eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was piercing and cold, just like the dangerous atmosphere pervading from Abi Hell, which made people frightened.

"This subordinate has already warned the guards, and will never let Fu Mingcheng come in."

Feeling chills in his heart, he understood that Fu Zhaoge was decisive in killing and attacking with iron fists.

"My subordinates probably don't have such trash." Fu Zhaoge smiled lightly, and said in a lazy tone mixed with mockery, "Go ahead and wait, and Bengong will read these documents first."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

He nodded recklessly, turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the East Palace.

At that time, Fu Mingcheng was still outside the door, eager to rush into the East Palace, but his steps were difficult, and the iron-like guards retreated timidly.

"Bold slave, do you know that this king is the eldest prince!"

Fu Mingcheng blushed, and remembering the humiliation he had suffered when he just went down to court, his eyes seemed to burst into flames of anger.

Well, you Fu Zhaoge, you dare to take revenge on me behind your back, today I want to see how long you can pretend.

Come to think of it, Fu Mingcheng was also very angry. He was a dignified prince, but he was beaten up, and his clothes were stripped and hung on a tree while others looked on. It was a great shame and humiliation.

"If it wasn't for the frequent visitors that His Royal Highness told you, other people would have to enter the East Palace for half a step, and those who violated it will be killed without mercy." The leader of the guard said calmly with a blank face and clear eyes.

"You dog slave, you still dare to talk back." Fu Mingcheng pointed at the leader of the guards with his eyes spit fire, and said through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)