Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 78
"Wait for Su Ye."

Wen Yanya's brows and eyes were still clear and dull, and he said in a voice as cool as jade.

"It's raining heavily, if Master Xiang stays here and waits, I'm afraid he will feel unwell the next day."

Fu Zhaoge stared closely at Wen Yanya and smiled, and loosened his grip on the handle of the umbrella.

At the dust-cleaning banquet, she saw Wen Yanya sitting alone in the long pavilion early in the morning, but Fu Zhaoge clearly understood that if he approached him regardless of right and wrong, he would really harm others and himself, so he just turned a blind eye.

And later, she met Yuchi Zhixiu's mother Tang Xian just in time, so she chatted with her for a while.

Speaking of Tang Xian, it was actually because Fu Zhaoge remembered that Tang Xian took good care of her when she was seriously ill when she was young, so Fu Zhaoge has always respected Tang Xian.

It was also because of this that after Fu Zhaoge succeeded as the crown prince, he proposed to the emperor to make Tang Xian the first-rank imperial wife.

"The prince has a banquet?" Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, but there was no emotion in Wen Liang's voice.

"Well, I thought Master Xiang was gone, but I didn't expect Master Xiang to stay here."

Fu Zhaoge originally thought about slowly alienating like this, but when she remembered that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Wen Yanya was likely to stay where she was, she went back to the Changting Pavilion in a strange way.

It was rare for her to be defeated by one person.

"I also thought the prince was gone." The meaning in Wen Yanya's words was unclear, but his deep eyes could not see the slightest emotion clearly.

"If I had known that Master Xiang was still waiting where I was, I would definitely not have left."

Fu Zhaoge's words seemed to promise, but only Fu Zhaoge clearly understood the meaning in his heart.

"Okay, Master Xiang, let's go back with Bengong."

Fu Zhaoge pursed his lips, then passed the palace lantern in his hand to Wen Yanya's hand, then walked behind Wen Yanya, pushing the wheelchair with one hand and holding the plain umbrella in the other.

Along the way, both of them were silent, and the rain didn't stop, vaguely soaking their robes...

However, after a while, the two finally returned to the East Palace.

Fu Zhaoge picked up the facekerchief, wiped the water stains on Wen Yanya's straight black hair, and wiped the wet sleeves.

"It's getting late at night today, how about Master Xiang staying in the East Palace?"

The ends of Fu Zhaoge's phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, the smile in his eyes was slowly and intensely strong, and his provocative and lazy voice was especially subdued, which was mixed with deep seduction.

"Alright, then please send someone to send the prince to the guest room."

A flash of thought flashed in Wen Yanya's eyes, and then his expression was still calm.

"Isn't Xiangye afraid that I will eat you?"

Fu Zhaoge narrowed his phoenix eyes, and the danger in them could not help but flicker.

"The minister and the crown prince are still male and female." Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, and continued.

"Since Bengong doesn't care, why should Xiangye care? Besides, it's not like I never slept with Bengong before."

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows lightly, and continued.

As everyone knows, at the beginning it was Fu Zhaoge who was thinking of drifting away, but in the end, he couldn't help but flirt with Wen Yanya after a few words.

Hearing this, Wen Yanya's brows and eyes were filled with helplessness, then he raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhaoge, but he never refused.

Seeing Wen Yanya let himself mess around, Fu Zhaoge couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but a struggle flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes, but it didn't take long before it disappeared completely.

If it is really impossible to get rid of, then it will only be a matter of time before the fall.

The second time they slept together on the same bed, the two of them still had a futon for each person, and there was enough room for three people to lie on the wide bed.

Feeling the warm breath from the side, Fu Zhaoge rarely turned his eyes to take a closer look at Wen Yanya who was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, as if he wanted to carefully remember every outline of this clear face.

After a long time, Fu Zhaoge suddenly whispered to Wen Yanya, "Master Xiang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

(End of this chapter)