Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 589

"How old are you?"

Su Ruo'er on the side couldn't help asking.

"About six or seventy years old,"

Qiao Ende couldn't help scratching his head. The old man was so fierce that he didn't dare to speak to the old man.

"It's over, if you don't know, you will freeze to death."

Su Ruo'er then raised her eyebrows, she was still messing around with an old bone, she really never stopped wanting to die.

The Qiao family couple on one side couldn't help twitching the corners of their mouths.

But Xiao Yan replied directly, "Don't talk nonsense, our master still has to find him."

Hearing this, Su Ruo'er pursed her lips, but didn't say much.

Afterwards, the news was exhausted. Although it was all useless news, Fu Zhaoge and Wen Yanya still left some silver taels by the table, and they left without waiting for the Qiao family to recover.

There was a bit of wind and snow on the road, but it was precisely because everyone present was cultivating internal strength that the shoes and socks were not soaked.

However, seeing that there was a clean and tidy inn on the side of the road, Fu Zhaoge and Wen Yanya didn't intend to walk back in the snow, and rented a few rooms in the inn.

Afterwards, Fu Zhaoge and Wen Yanya went downstairs and saw that the night outside was under pressure, but it was snowing. They brought a pot of boiling wine and sat on the edge of the backyard of the inn. Flying all over the place.

"Ya Ya, you said that if I can never get better from this heart disease, what should I do?"

Fu Zhaoge asked teasingly, there was a half-smile in her phoenix eyes, but a deep meaning flashed across her eyes.

"That would be bad."

Wen Yanya's tall and straight body paused slightly, then raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhaoge, a faint smile appeared on his thin and cool lips, "If your heart disease gets worse in the future, you will always be trapped in a nightmare. I will not give up any chance to wake you up. If it is really impossible, then I will take care of you on the bed for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge raised his phoenix eyes halfway, but couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, "Master Xiang, what you said makes it easy for me to think of other thoughts."

At this time, Wen Yanya also roughly understood that Fu Zhaoge was talking about other thoughts, what exactly was he referring to.

Wen Yanya couldn't help but hook his lips, then stretched out his slender index finger, bent slightly, and scratched Fu Zhaoge's nose.

"The prince's thoughtfulness is so delicate that it is beyond comparison."

Fu Zhaoge then took advantage of the situation and lay down in Wen Yanya's arms, his phoenix eyes flowing like a red glow, took Wen Yanya's hand with one hand, and gently slid it across her cheeks, with a lazy and smiling tone.

"Master Xiang is already full of knowledge, if you look at it again, you will be a nerd."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaoge snatched Wen Yanya's book with the other hand, and before Wen Yanya burst out laughing and was about to say something, his warm lips pecked Wen Yanya's thin lips lightly.

"My palace hasn't been reduced to competing for favor with the book yet."

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, and then relaxed his originally straight waist, but then he didn't want Wen Yanya to wrap his arms around Fu Zhaoge's waist, tightly imprisoned in his embrace, his black eyes gleamed with an obscure glint.

"You think so?" Wen Yanya then asked softly, but he could hear the hoarseness in it.

Just now, he brought a few booklets, not because he likes to read them, but because he is afraid that if he looks at her a few more times, he will be unable to restrain himself.

But at the moment, what makes me laugh and cry is that she is still interested in a book.

(End of this chapter)