Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 86 Can't you praise me?
Hearing this, Wen Yanya's brows and eyes were filled with helplessness.

In this regard, Fu Zhaoge did have amazing means, and he acted swiftly and resolutely.

No wonder Fu Zhaoge was successful. When he returned to the court, those officials were basically crying.

With Fu Zhaoge around for a day, they have to worry about it for a day.

"The prince can distinguish the current situation, then this is the best."

Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, then said slowly.

Fu Zhaoge glanced at Wen Yanya, and then handed Wen Yanya the pheasant meat that was almost cooked, and said in a lazy and provocative voice, "I don't want to go to court because I'm here on leave. The palace discusses state affairs."

Wen Yanya took Fu Zhaoge's roasted poultry, and after thanking him, he just curled his lips helplessly.

This was the first time that he thought of other people like this, but he didn't expect it to be counterproductive.

Su Ye watched from the side, but he didn't expect Fu Zhaoge to hand him the next one.

"His Royal Highness, is this for your subordinates?" Su Ye was a little stunned, he didn't expect that Fu Zhaoge would give it to him first, and then think about himself.

"If you don't want it, I will..."

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows idlely, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense. Then, before Fu Zhaoge could finish speaking, Su Ye interrupted Fu Zhaoge's words, "Yes, I thank Your Highness."

Su Ye actively took the roast chicken from Fu Zhao's singer, blew it immediately, tore off a small half and bit it off.

Seeing Su Ye eating happily, Fu Zhaoge just curled his lips into a chuckle, then turned around and picked up his own.

But after a while, this is almost a lunch for five people, but it was eaten away without a trace...

"It seems that the roasted poultry made by Ben Gong is quite satisfactory to you."

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, then lazily leaned his head on the top of his knees, his phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it was not difficult to see the playfulness in it.

"The subordinate is sorry."

Su Ye couldn't help blushing when he thought of the way he was tearing and gnawing just now, and then said rather embarrassingly.

"Then what does Xiangye think? Could it be that Xiangye has finished eating, and he can't even praise me a few words?"

Fu Zhaoge glanced at Wen Yanya lightly, the corners of his blushing mouth curled up, and his magnetic, seductive voice was mixed with displeasure.

"What the prince cooks is naturally a delicacy."

Wen Yanya's brows and eyes were like jade, and his black eyes, like thick ink that never melted, looked at Fu Zhaoge, and a little smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

"It's rare to be praised seriously by the Prime Minister, and I barely accept it."

Hearing what Fu Zhaoge said, Wen Yanya felt a little helpless. Was it improper for him to praise her before?

"In the morning of the next day, I'm afraid that the emperor will be displeased when he sees the prince's ruddy complexion and he doesn't see any of the sickness that the prince said." Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, feeling a little complicated about such shocking behavior.

"Even if Bengong is full of sickness, I'm afraid Father will not let me go." Fu Zhaoge shrugged indifferently, and his methodical words were still calm.

It's been so many years, he should have gotten used to it long ago.

"Master Xiang's words are a reminder to Ben Gong that this sickness will not go away for a day or two. Then Ben Gong will take leave for ten and a half months, so it looks quite real." Fu Zhaoge continued.

To Fu Zhaoge's words, Wen Yanya was also a little silent.

It's no wonder that the emperor is angry, it's because of the idle temper that normal people can't bear.

(End of this chapter)