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

As soon as Su Fuliu turned around, before he could see anything clearly, he was surrounded by a tall figure, and finally he was forced into a corner by the opponent aggressively.

"Wang, lord, what are you doing? The little one did something wrong. Do you want to punish the young one?" He struggled a bit, wanting to withdraw his hands that were fettered by Feng Muting.

Feng Muting's voice was a little low: "This king really wants to punish you..."

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, trying to recall what he did wrong just now.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't do anything wrong. The clothes on his body were also worn by Feng Muting, and he didn't take them privately.

If Feng Muting was angry, at most it was because he accidentally brought him into the water too, making him miserable.

But, but no one around saw him, and he didn't lose face.

Su Fuliu really couldn't think of where he would offend Feng Muting again, so he just didn't want to, since Feng Muting said he was wrong, he must be wrong, first admit his mistake and let Feng Muting calm down.

So he immediately softened and said: "The little one knows that he is wrong, so the prince will forgive the little one?"

He looked at Feng Muting with big innocent eyes blinking, trying to pretend to be pitiful and let Feng Muting let him go.

As everyone knows, the more he looks like this, the more Feng Muting can't control himself...

"If you want this king to forgive you, then you have to serve him well."

"Okay, no problem! The little one's duty is to serve the prince. The prince said, if he wants the little one to sing a song or beat his back, the little one must be well served!"

Su Fuliu twisted her body uncomfortably, always feeling that their current posture was very awkward.

Their behavior didn't look like Feng Muting wanted to punish him at all.

Those who didn't know thought what they wanted!

Thinking of this, Su Fu's brain was buzzing instantly.

God, what was he thinking!

Feng Muting shook his head: "This king doesn't want these..."

Su Fuliu was slightly stunned: "Whatever the prince wants, you can say it. If you can do it, you will definitely do it, as long as the prince forgives the young one."

Feng Muting curled his lips into a smile: "Are you sure?"

Su Fuliu nodded vigorously: "Yeah! But, can the prince let go of the little one first..."

But in the end, Feng Muting got closer and closer, Su Fuliu was dumbfounded, his head was still buzzing, what, what's going on? !

Seeing Feng Muting's handsome face getting bigger and bigger, Su Fuliu was so frightened that he even forgot to breathe.

But at this moment, a knock on the door spoiled the scenery.

Then, the emperor's voice sounded outside: "Ting'er, are you inside?"

Feng Muting's body froze, and the strength in his hands was relieved by three points.

But Su Fuliu took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, hid aside, and frantically arranged his clothes.

But he didn't know how to do this clothes. He wanted to ask Feng Muting just now, but Feng Muting blocked him into a corner like a bewitched man, as if he wanted to kill him. Like swallowing it.

Before Feng Muting could reply, the emperor opened the door and came in.

In the end, I saw the two of them, one calmly arranging clothes, the other frantically arranging clothes.

The emperor was startled, and sized them up.

Before the emperor could ask, Feng Muting said: "This servant is clumsy, and he and I both fell into the small pond and got wet, so I brought him here to change clothes first, so as not to suffer from the cold." .”

The emperor looked at Su Fuliu who was still tidying up his clothes, and said: "You really care about this little servant."

Feng Muting touched the tip of his nose, and a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face: "Although he is clumsy, he can still read Erchen's mind. Getting angry, it's not easy for my son to find a suitable attendant, so naturally he is more concerned."

When Su Fuliu at the side heard this, he couldn't help slandering: When did I understand the prince's mind?Obviously, I am the one who offends the prince the most times, okay?

But if Feng Muting wanted to explain it this way, how dare he refute it?

The emperor nodded slightly: "I'm ready to go back, let's go after changing clothes."

After finishing speaking, he walked out and waited outside for Feng Muting and Su Fuliu to tidy up their clothes.

After the emperor went out, Feng Muting walked towards Su Fuliu.

Seeing him approaching, Su Fuliu backed away in fright, fearing that he would push him against the wall again.

But before taking a few steps back, his back touched the wall, and there was no way to retreat...