Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 817 Your Majesty Still Has To Try To Know
"The ministers welcome the prime minister back to court—"

Then, the discerning officials also cupped their hands and said to Wen Yanya.

"Everyone is welcome."

Wen Yanya glanced at the crowd, but didn't say much after that.

As for Wen Yanya's amnesia, everyone really couldn't see it right now. In the bottom of everyone's heart, Wen Yanya seemed to be like this all the time, and there was no contrast or anything wrong.

Seeing this, Yuchi Cangye couldn't help but gritted his teeth, he naturally understood that all the beautiful methods he had thought of right now were useless.

"In that case, Prime Minister Zuo is still Wen Aiqing."

Then, Fu Zhaoge chuckled a few times. After what happened just now, there was nothing serious, and he withdrew soon.

Only when Yuchi Cangye went back, he was ridiculed by the passers-by.

Yuchi Cangye's face was ugly, and he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

How did he come back again, didn't he mean that he disappeared?

But at this moment, in the imperial study room, it is another scene...

Looking at the mountain of memorials there, Wen Yanya frowned subconsciously, then pursed her thin lips, and slowly approached the table.

Afterwards, Wen Yanya's eyes darkened slightly, and then he reached out and picked up one of the memorials, and after reading it carefully, he raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhaoge.

But then, I saw that Fu Zhaoge was already leaning on the sleeping couch beside him. The extremely unruly dark red dragon robe showed a unique evilness and enchantment, and there was a little white spring in the baggy skirt. The eyebrows and eyes are even more like flowing Dan Yingxia, which is soul-stirring.

"Still come to review?"

Wen Yanya was a little helpless, he still didn't know how he handled government affairs in the past, but Fu Zhaoge seemed to trust him completely.

"Master Xiang, I'm still a little tired, why don't I ask Master Xiang first?"

Then, Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, and then looked at Wen Yanya with a half-smile, without any intention of walking over.

When Wen Yanya heard the words, he chuckled lightly, his clear eyebrows and eyes were as bright as moonlight, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a hint of evil. After a few steps away, he approached Fu Zhaoge's couch, and then stretched out his arms He tightened Fu Zhaoge's waist, but his warm and indifferent voice revealed a hint of aggression.

"Tired? Why don't you come and help His Majesty refresh yourself?"

After that, Wen Yanya picked up Fu Zhaoge's girdle with one hand, and then slowly removed Fu Zhaoge's coat with his slender fingers like jade, and his black eyes couldn't hide the lingering tenderness that seemed to melt.

Fu Zhaoge hooked his lips, then slightly arched his body, and pulled Wen Yanya's strong waist closer with one hand, and the ambiguity between the two became even greater.

"If Xiangye is full of energy, I'm fine. However, if Xiangye is weak, isn't this memorial..."

Before Fu Zhaoge could say anything, Wen Yanya leaned over and kissed Fu Zhaoge's crimson lips, and even told Fu Zhaoge with practical actions below him, whether this waist is okay or not.

"Will it work, Your Majesty will have to try it."

Then, Wen Yanya's deep voice was slightly hoarse, and emotions that could not be concealed rolled from the bottom of his eyes.

Afterwards, Fu Zhaoge chuckled twice, and his phoenix eyes were even more deceptive.

Soon, many indescribable shaking sounds came from the imperial study room.

Wen Yanya has always disliked his little man being watched by others, and even Fu Zhaoge's almost groaning sound was sealed by his lips.

(End of this chapter)