The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

"My lord, let's go fold some paper boats and put them on this pond? Although these koi carps are not the same as back then, they were still put in by the emperor. The Empress Jade still likes them. Let's put the origami boats here to accompany Looking at those koi, Empress Yufei will definitely be very happy!"

Su Fuliu said seriously.

Feng Muting withdrew his gaze, then looked at the koi in the pond: "Well, your suggestion is good."

"That's right, the younger one also thinks this proposal is good! Then, my lord, shall we go find paper?" Su Fuliu asked.

"Okay, I will take you to find the paper." After saying that, Feng Muting led Su Fuliu to a room full of books.

"Is this the study of Concubine Yu?" Su Fuliu couldn't help asking.

Feng Muting shook his head: "This is the king's study, mother and concubine, she can't read."

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, and then thought, yes, Concubine Yu is a Jianghu woman, she doesn't care about trivial matters, she probably used knives and guns, so how could she do such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

And what the emperor likes may be the out-of-the-ordinary straightforwardness of Concubine Yu.

The so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder, even if Concubine Yu doesn't know a single word, it doesn't prevent her from becoming the emperor's favorite.

"It turned out to be the prince's study room. Have you read all these books?" Su Fuliu asked again.

"I've seen it, my concubine is illiterate. I don't want this king to be illiterate. When I was a child, I would stand by the table with a thorn stick and stare at me reading a book. If I dare to lose my mind..."

Su Fuliu let out a cry: "Is the concubine Yu so strict with the prince? If the prince is distracted, she will beat the prince with thorns?"

That is a twig, with thorns on it.

If this is drawn on the body, won't the flesh be torn apart?At that time, the prince was still so young, if he was beaten, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Concubine Yu is too strict.

Feng Muting laughed: "It's not the king, but the bedding stuffed with cotton wool. The thorny thorns will cut the bedding, and then the cotton wool will fly around. The mother and concubine use this to scare the king, saying that if this is When I smack my body, what flies is not cotton, but blood."

Su Fuliu heaved a sigh of relief: "That's okay, that's okay, let's just talk about it, the little ones, why is the concubine Yu willing to beat the prince with thorns?"

"My lord is going to get the paper, wait a moment." Feng Muting said, and went to the desk to find the paper.

But Su Fuliu couldn't help but went to the bookshelf. He glanced at the books on the bookshelf, and unexpectedly he found a rare and rare book - "An Bang Ding Guo Lu" by Lu Sansi.

He couldn't hold back again, reached out and took out the book, and flipped through it.

Rare books are worthy of being rare books, everyone is everyone, and the writing is really extraordinary.

Su Fuliu couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart.

Just when he was fascinated by reading, Feng Muting's voice suddenly came to his ears: "Can you understand this kind of book?"

Su Fuliu was startled, and almost scared the rare book to the ground. He looked at Feng Muting who appeared by his side at some time, and calmed down: "You little one can read, what can't you understand?"

"What this king means is that you don't seem like someone who can read this kind of book."

Su Fuliu smiled awkwardly: "Then what kind of book does the prince think the young one should read?"

"Recipes, chess records, piano scores." Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu twitched the corner of her mouth, and then carefully put the book back: "Forgive me, my lord, I couldn't hold back for a while, and messed with your book..."

"It's just a book, you can read it if you want, but let's origami the boat first." Feng Muting said.

Su Fuliu was ashamed, and thought that that was Lu Sansi's "Anbang Dingguolu", the only one in the world!There are no rubbings.

The prince actually said "that's all".

"Oh..." Su Fuliu took the paper from Feng Muting's hand, walked to the side of the tea table, sat down, and began to fold the paper boat.

Feng Muting stood on the spot, stared at Su Fuliu for a long time, and then glanced sideways at the "An Bang Ding Guo Lu" that Su Fuliu put back.

At this time...