Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 57
"The minister has a clean sleeve and is not afraid of causing trouble. But at this juncture, the crown prince must not cause trouble."

Hearing what Fu Zhaoge said, Wen Yanya couldn't help but pick up his lips, and continued in an orderly manner.

"Master, you don't have to worry about this palace. Since I can sit firmly and reserve a few years, how can I let those mediocre people spoil my interest." Fu Zhaoge's crimson lips curled up lightly, except for the arrogance of evil , is the chill that escapes from the corner of the eye.

This is indeed conceited, but she, Fu Zhaoge, has the ability to be conceited.

"Don't worry, sir."

Wen Yanya said slowly, it seemed that there was some certainty in his dull voice.

If she likes this position, then it doesn't matter if he clears the stumbling block for her.

"Then come and have dinner with me." Fu Zhaoge's eyes flickered narrowly, and he looked at Wen Yanya with a half-smile and said.

Seeing that Fu Zhaoge had worked so hard to bring the topic back to the original point, Wen Yanya couldn't help chuckling silently, but he didn't refuse.

Su Ye, who was at the side, saw that the two were chatting quite elegantly, and their words matched each other perfectly, and then he couldn't help feeling complicated.

Obviously, my grandfather finally has a happy person, so he should be very happy.

But seeing the ambiguous atmosphere of these two people from time to time, Su Ye's originally calm face couldn't help but stiffen.

If you want to talk about love, you need to find a place where no one is around, but right now, the two masters don't feel the slightest benefit, they calmly tease each other in front of him very calmly.

Su Ye made up his mind that when his daughter-in-law had saved enough money, she would immediately find a suitable one to marry.

Save yourself being alone, but still have to watch others have a heartless love affair.

It wasn't until Wen Yanya and Fu Zhaoge got into the carriage that Su Ye was free from torture, and sat quietly outside the carriage, chatting with the driver from time to time.

In the carriage, Wen Yanya saw Fu Zhaoge lazily leaning halfway on the cushion, and he couldn't help flickering a touch of pampering in his black eyes.

"I still have some cakes here, Su Ye brought them for preparation this morning. I have never liked sweet cakes, if the crown prince doesn't like them, then let's keep them here."

Hearing the words, Fu Zhaoge raised his phoenix eyes halfway, opened a slit, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became more intense, "Then I will live up to the kindness of the Prime Minister."

Fu Zhaoge straightened his back, stretched out his hand to take a piece of pastry, and took a bite.

Wen Yanya knew that Fu Zhaoge was staring at him, but he still read the book slowly.

"The seriousness of Xiangye is really fascinating."

Seeing that Wen Yanya didn't pay any attention to him, he couldn't help a wicked smile from the corner of his mouth, and his phoenix eyes looked at him jokingly.

"The prince's quiet appearance also makes me feel at ease."

Wen Yanya glanced at the malicious Fu Zhaoge, replied slowly, and then didn't lift his eyes again.

"Oh? It seems that Master Xiang still has to get used to the appearance of Ben Gong talking a lot in his spare time."

Hearing Fu Zhaoge's natural tone, Wen Yanya couldn't help but hook his lips, and then looked at the scroll in his hand.

Seeing that Wen Yanya was not affected by him, Fu Zhaoge simply put down the piece of pastry he picked up again, approached Wen Yanya calmly, and then grabbed the book directly.

"Sure enough, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book, right, Master Xiang?"

Fu Zhaoge narrowed his phoenix eyes with some displeasure, his lazy and provocative voice sounded slowly, and then flipped through the poems in the scroll roughly.

(End of this chapter)