Donggong enchanting: Prime Minister, don't refuse favor

Chapter 192
"Fu Zhaoge, what are you proud of? Otherwise, if you were lucky, how could you be chosen as the crown prince by your father?"

There was a chill in Fu Mingcheng's eyes, and then he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

"Good luck? When I was 15 years old, the frontier war ended. Fu Mingcheng, you are already eighteen, but what are you doing? Youyuehua Street and Liuxiang, all the sensual dogs and horses in the mansion?"

Fu Zhaoge raised his lips, with a look of laziness in his phoenix eyes, "I think it's because I was lucky, otherwise how could I have met a contender for the throne like the First Prince. Thanks to the First Prince, it was too easy for me to win .”

"Fu Zhaoge, don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy."

Hearing this, Fu Mingcheng's face turned red and green, and his face was distorted, which made people shudder.

"It seems that His Highness did not take the words of the truth as a wake-up call."

Wen Yanya's warm and pleasant voice was tinged with a hint of coldness, which made Fu Mingcheng subconsciously show timidity.

"Left prime minister, this... this king is also a prince after all, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Mingcheng couldn't keep up the words, so he could only swallow, and then faltered and looked at Wen Yanya, who had clear brows and eyes but held a chill.

"Since you know your identity, don't do it for you."

Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Mingcheng, then turned to Fu Zhaoge, "Prince, let's go."

"okay."

Seeing that watching the play was unsuccessful, Fu Zhaoge raised his lips, and casually pushed Wen Yanya away.

And before leaving, he glanced at Fu Mingcheng meaningfully, and the corners of his crimson lips carried a seemingly sneer.

However, at this moment, Fu Mingcheng hadn't recovered from his senses, and his legs were a little weak.

Afterwards, Fu Zhaoge and Wen Yanya got into the carriage, and it didn't take long before Fu Zhaoge started talking, and the smile in his eyes became more intense, "Is Xiangye distressed?"

"What do you feel bad about?"

Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, Wen Liang's pleasant voice was still dull.

The corners of Fu Zhaoge's mouth curled up, and his phoenix eyes gleamed brightly, like the moon in April, shining brightly, "Naturally, I feel sorry for me."

Hearing this, Wen Yanya glanced at Fu Zhaoge, a gentle look flashed across his cool and clear brows, and he said in a dull and slightly low voice, "The prince is overthinking, and the minister is not responsible for it."

"Where is the duty? If it is only the duty, why bother to find someone to beat and hang Fu Mingcheng again and again."

A smile flashed across Fu Zhaoge's eyes. She remembered that no matter how angry Wen Yanya was at the beginning, he just threw the person out or dealt with it directly. How could he torture him like this.

But Wen Yanya was silent for a long time when he heard the words, and then he said methodically, "Since the prince is clear in his heart, why did he ask the minister?"

"It seems that duplicity is not all about women, there is also Mr. Xiang."

Fu Zhaoge raised his eyebrows, his soul-stirring voice was still pleasing to the ear.

Wen Yanya looked at the sultry guy in front of him, his eyes darkened even more.

There are still eleven months before he can completely get rid of this half-life.

Wen Yanya thought about it, but he didn't think that Fu Zhaoge had already thought about it.

This half-life powder is just an antidote for fighting poison with poison, and coupled with the medicated bath every few days, it doesn't take eleven months, at most seven months, to be able to stand up and walk.

If the physical fitness is acceptable, probably in April, I will no longer have to rely on a wheelchair to get by.

Wen Yanya suppressed the darkness in his eyes, he was indeed tired in such a day.

　PS: The day when Wen Meiren recovers is not far away~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)