Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 842
"The Xiangfu never supports idlers, but the wife of the Xiangfu is still missing."

"I haven't asked Xiangye for a betrothal gift. Doesn't Xiangye still want me to marry you in the future, so I have to have nothing to do?"

Fu Zhaoge then said intentionally, but the playfulness flickering between his brows and eyes became more and more intense.

But Wen Yanya heard the words, but then hooked his lips and said, "Is the mountains, rivers and Liaoyuan under my guard worthy of His Majesty's betrothal gift?"

"Then your future dowry will be given to my brother for nothing."

Fu Zhaoge then laughed, and Wen Yanya naturally knew who the emperor brother Fu Zhaoge was talking about.

No wonder, lately Fu Zhaoge has always been cryptic, as if he was telling the last thing, teaching all the rules to Feng Jing.

Wen Yanya then wrapped one hand around Fu Zhaoge's waist, and then pulled him into his arms, with a faint smile in his warm voice, deliberately revealing a slightly dangerous atmosphere.

"The prime minister is yours, the prime minister's mansion is yours, and everything is yours. Everything is yours, so how can I give you a bride price?"

After Wen Yanya finished speaking, the deepness in his eyes became even more profound, and the deep feeling in those eyes looking at Fu Zhaoge was even more difficult to conceal.

But Fu Zhaoge couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and then hugged Wen Yanya's waist tightly, and even raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Master Xiang said so, it seems that I have made money."

"Why not?"

Wen Yanya was helpless, but then stretched out his slender fingers like jade, and gently brushed Fu Zhaoge's temple hair aside, then curled his lips in a seemingly invisible way.

"This battle is over, Mr. Xiang has to think about it, I will marry you as the Supreme Emperor in the future."

Fu Zhaoge smiled, "If I am not satisfied with this wedding, I will try to escape the marriage."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yanya's handsome face could not help but darken, and then his voice became even more chilly, and then he pinched Fu Zhaoge's cheek.

"you dare."

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, but then asked Wen Yanya, "Could it be that Master Xiang has no confidence in himself?"

Afterwards, Wen Yanya intentionally shackled her around the waist, tightly imprisoning her, and then said in a deep voice, "The truth will give His Majesty a prosperous wedding, but His Majesty said that the word escaped marriage is a Whatever makes the truth stick."

Fu Zhaoge then evoked a touch of brilliance, and the tip of his phoenix eyes couldn't help but rise, and then he hugged Wen Yanya's waist tightly, resting his chin on Wen Yanya's broad shoulders, and said with a soft smile, "Master, I saved the common people in the past. Otherwise, how could I have met you?"

"Your Majesty seems very clear in his heart."

Wen Yanya said lightly, but there was a slight smile on his brows and eyes, and his deep voice was still pleasant.

"Master Xiang is also extremely confident now."

Fu Zhaoge then raised his eyebrows, looking at the man in front of him who looked as pure as an exiled immortal, he understood even more in his heart that this man was not the same as before and after.

Especially when on the couch...

He looked gentle and elegant, but with his robes removed, he could really be called another person.

"Those who are close to the vermillion are red, those who are close to the ink are black."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yanya stretched out his hand to hold Fu Zhaoge and left slowly, but a bright smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Regarding this, Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, but gave a low laugh, and then tightly held Wen Yanya's palm.

(End of this chapter)