The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 11

Liang Fuying, who worships first-rank officials and goes to the early court whenever he is free, of course knows who the two quarreling in front of him are.

If someone dares to come to his house to make a scene, he would really be sorry for his official position in the Ministry of Criminal Justice for not letting those guys go to the prison for a meal, but now...

The boy with red hair, jumping and screaming, is the king of a country who has been missing for many days, right?

The beautiful young man with a jade-like face and a cold face is the current prime minister, right?

What is the wind blowing today?

The "guests" are all here...

Laughing wryly at himself, Liang Fuying was speechless watching the two big men who were in power in front of him quarreling like children. Should we record this historic moment?

"My lord, please watch your words."

Mu Fuyuan sneered, the patience he had cultivated in the past 20 years was destroyed by this unreasonable Yun Fengchao within two hours, I really admire how the maid around him endured his willfulness!

"Hmph, bad words? It's better than some people who always put on a pure skin but have duplicity!"

I'm so angry, I feel angry when I think that this guy often goes to that kind of place.

"Forgive me for my lack of talent and learning, and I failed to understand the meaning of the holy majesty."

Drinking tea gracefully, Mu Fuyuan and Yun Fengchao seemed to be two extremes at this moment.

After staying by the prince's side for so long, even though he hasn't mastered the skill of "playing Tai Chi", he is definitely able to deal with people like Yun Fengchao with ease.

"You, you, you..." Yun Fengchao was so suppressed that his face turned red, it seemed that the anger just now was not just a child's temper tantrum as Mu Fuyuan thought.

Provoking the natural willow leaf eyebrows, Mu Fuyuan turned his head away, and decided not to care about the temper tantrum child in front of him.

Snatching the cup from Mu Fuyuan's hand, the steaming hot tea dries in Yun Fengchao's hand.

Yun Fengchao's eyes that were originally full of anger are now slowly filled with a thin mist, but it's not because of the burning pain in his hands.

Mu Fuyuan couldn't see it, but it doesn't mean that someone who was ignored by others would not be able to see it.

"Come here, the Holy Majesty's hand is injured!"

As soon as Liang Fuying's words fell, the door of the room that had been tightly covered "!" opened with a loud sound, and a group of headhunters stood in front of the door, everyone's expressions were extremely embarrassing.

Ah, what did they just hear?

The prime minister actually quarreled with the Holy One...and the Holy One seemed to be crying...

"Master Liang." In such an embarrassing situation, a leisurely and cool voice woke everyone up.

Everyone immediately looked at Mu Fuyuan, who was laughing so hard, and saw him walking forward, hugging Yun Fengchao, who was half a head shorter than him, into his arms, no matter how much Yun Fengchao struggled, he just wouldn't let go.

The headhunters standing outside the door almost ran away without turning around. Is that called a smile? What is hidden in a smile? Yes, hidden knives!

"Didn't you just say that you want to handle the case with your subordinates?"

Eh, is there? After thinking hard in his mind for a while, Liang Fuying shook his head very positively.

Besides, the Holy Majesty is making such a fuss now, can he do it without being here?

But before he could speak, the head catchers behind him covered their mouths one by one, and pulled them out of the room one by one raising their hands and feet.

"The villain is now out with Mr. Liang to handle the case. The scald medicine will be delivered later. Mr. Mu, please help yourself."

After finishing speaking, the last captor also fled, and closed the door again thoughtfully.

Well, if their grown-ups finally learn what it means to flirt, their lives will be a little easier.

The little catcher thought so.

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Yun Fengchao's struggle changed from moving around to a fist, and he still hit Mu Fuyuan's chest with all his strength.

Seeing that Mr. Liang, who was in the way, was finally carried away, Mu Fuyuan could finally calm down and see what was going on with this unreasonable sage.

hungry?

Frowning, it's impossible, didn't you just eat and drink in the inn very happily?

Speaking of this, it seems that I suddenly lost my temper in the inn, and I seem to have mentioned something about this kind of place.

But after thinking about it, Mu Fuyuan couldn't figure out what made him angry, but a sudden dull pain in his arm caught his attention.

No matter how hard he tried, the slut didn't react at all, and he didn't know where his mind wandered. Can Yun Fengchao not be angry? So, Yunfengchao bit Mu Fuyuan's arm, as if hurt What biting like aggrieved.

Hearing Mu Fuyuan's deep muffled hum, Yun Fengchao felt that his heart felt much better, but the strength of his mouth became weaker.

He exerted so much force that Sebei's hands would definitely hurt.

Even though he felt the pain, Mu Fuyuan didn't withdraw his hand, it was because he saw Yun Fengchao's triumphant expression.

Forget it, let him do as he likes, it doesn't hurt too much.

"Your Majesty, what are you angry about today?" Seeing Yun Fengchao's face softened, Mu Fuyuan finally asked the question in his heart.

Pushing Mu Fuyuan away angrily, Yun Fengchao's face no longer had the previous grievance, but the usual domineering anger.

But those red eye sockets made his angry face look less scary, instead, it was full of cuteness, just like the cuteness of those children with puffed cheeks when they lose their temper.

"What do you mean being angry today? Let me tell you, I am not angry every day! My temper is very good! My temper is very good every day!"

What is 300 taels of no silver here?

What's the best way to deal with an angry person who you can't afford?

"That's right, His Majesty has a good temper." Mu Fuyuan responded with a smile.

Hearing praise, no matter who it is, even if it is the emperor that the whole world wants to curry favor with, they will be very happy to hold their heads high and feel triumphant.

So Yun Fengchao is no exception.

"Of course, I'm Mingjun." The pride is the pride, Yun Fengchao has not forgotten the reason for his anger today, so he immediately looked at Mu Fuyuan very seriously, blushing and asked: "Do you often go to that kind of place?" place?"

When he thought of Mu Fuyuan often looking for the woman who was wearing heavy makeup in front of Yigelou today, he felt very unhappy.

Yun Fengchao is a person who can't hide his emotions, so as long as there is a slight change in his mood, it will be clearly reflected on his face.

In that kind of place, Mu Fuyuan thought back to what Yun Fengchao said when he was in the inn today, so Mu Fuyuan, who was never stupid, finally knew what Yun Fengchao was angry about today.

"Your Majesty, I'm a man." Mu Fuyuan held back a smile that was about to burst out, and looked at Yun Fengchao in distress.

Sure enough, after he just said a word, Yun Fengchao's face was completely black.

"You, you, your wife is too shameless!" Pointing at Mu Fuyuan, Yun Fengchao looked like those women who saw their husbands fooling around with others.

What does it mean that the minister is also a man?

"This kind of thing is not only with the person you like..."

Mu Fuyuan also raised his eyebrows cooperatively, and deliberately asked: "This kind of thing..."