Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 131
Looking at Wen Yanya's cold gaze, Su Ye couldn't help saying solemnly, "His Royal Highness is the crown prince of a country, and the people of the southern kingdom, how can anyone hope that His Royal Highness will be humiliated."

Hearing this, Wen Yanya glanced at Su Ye meaningfully, and said nothing more.

On the other hand, Fu Zhaoge laughed lightly, the corners of his mouth became more and more intense, and his phoenix eyes lightened the depth of the shallow mask, revealing a faint smile.

"Really? Then I am really disappointed."

As soon as Fu Zhaoge's words fell, Wen Yanya's eyes rarely burned, and a dark light flashed in his deep eyes.

Just now, he almost blurted out what was in his heart.

The stone road was rather long, but it didn't take long before he returned to the Hu Mansion.

The sky turned dark yellow, and the place where it met the sun was a little more purple like thick ink. For a while, the backlight shone on the bricks and tiles of the eaves, giving birth to some faint golden light.

And at this moment, in the wing room, Fu Zhaoge tightly grasped the bed railing with his left hand, his delicate and beautiful face appeared unnaturally sickly pale, and his teeth were clenched.

"Damn."

There was a narrow slit in Fu Zhaoge's tightly closed phoenix eyes, and there was a coolness in his eyes. At this time, cold sweat was already densely covered on the smooth forehead, and his breathing became heavy.

However, after a while, those memories that were buried in the corners and that he didn't want to recall spread like a tide again, stimulating Fu Zhaoge's spirit.

"Father, where did mother go?"

"Bastard, shut up, you are not my child!"

The emperor turned around and watched the young Fu Zhaoge slowly approaching, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared out in a cold voice.

At this moment, Fu Zhaoge was also stunned, and after a while, he came back to his senses, but he still couldn't sort out his thoughts.

"what happened?"

Fu Zhaoge clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves into fists, but he still took a deep breath, turning a deaf ear to what happened just now.

"From now on, you and I will no longer be father and daughter, get out of here." The emperor clenched the long sword in his hand, and his voice was full of affection and chill.

Hearing this, Fu Zhaoge felt a sudden pain in his heart, and took a few steps forward, only to find that the emperor's eyes were gray with despair and hatred.

The emperor seemed to have changed suddenly, which made Fu Zhaoge a little puzzled.

Yesterday he was still laughing with her, insisting on making her listen to the master's instruction, but now he kept telling her to get out.

"Where's my mother?"

The smile in Fu Zhaoge's eyes completely dissipated, leaving only silence and deep meaning that no one can understand.

Hearing this, the emperor laughed wildly a few times, and when he paused, he looked at Fu Zhaoge insanely, the hatred in his eyes seemed to destroy everything.

"If the mother pays the debt, then you will trade your life for it."

At that moment, Fu Zhaoge only felt that the emperor looked at him with strange eyes, apart from cold hatred, there was nothing else.

Before Fu Zhaoge could react, the icy sword pierced through the air to the side of Fu Zhaoge's heart.

At this time, the air condensed for a long time.

Fu Zhaoge suddenly chuckled, his voice casual and casual as usual, but with a slight trembling that was vague and incomprehensible.

"So, you really want my life?"

When he came back to his senses, the emperor suddenly realized his behavior, but then laughed maniacally, pulled out the blood-stained sword directly, and then picked out the candle filament in the palace.

"I will give you a chance to live, but I won't let anyone save you, as long as you can get out by yourself. From now on, you are the only heir to the throne. The premise is that you can survive on your own."

The emperor's icy voice was emotionless, but Fu Zhaoge had no choice but to cover the wound on his chest and lean against the meandering blood while the hall was full of fire, leaning against the wooden table beside him.

(End of this chapter)