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

in the study.

Feng Muting sat there looking at the folder in his hand.

Suddenly a breaking wind came.

He put down the folder in his hand, looked up, and saw a man in black standing there, cupping his hands and saying, "My lord."

"How's it going?"

"I also ask the prince to forgive me. The subordinates are incompetent and have not been found."

"Have you found any clues?"

The man in black thought for a while, and then said: "I asked the proprietress of Wangyou Tower, she said that when Su Fuliu came here, she asked where he was from, and Su Fuliu answered that he was from Puzhou, but The subordinates went to Puzhou to investigate, but they did not find this person."

Feng Muting frowned slightly. After thinking for a while, he said, "Go to Xiao Country to check."

"Xiao Guo?"

"Well, since his Puzhou identity is false, it means that he concealed it on purpose, so you should check to see if any major events have happened in the Xiao Kingdom in recent years, and among these major events, are there any It’s about healing and saving lives.”

The man in black nodded: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

"Well, let's go."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

After the man in black left, Feng Muting just sat there and thought about the past. When Su Fuliu mentioned the past a few times, Su Fuliu seemed to be very sad and painful. What kind of grievances did this guy suffer before?

Just like this little idiot, if he is wronged, he doesn't talk about it and doesn't care about others.

He asked directly, and the little idiot would definitely not tell.

So he had to find out, if someone bullied the little idiot, he must have peeled off his skin and hung it on the city gate!

This little idiot is too kind, but his Feng Mo Ting is not easy to talk about.

His people can only be bullied by him.

Anyone who dares to touch a hair of his person will be bald by him!

Feng Muting glanced at Shi Chen, then got up and went out to find Su Fuliu.

He came to Su Fuliu's room, but when he didn't see Su Fuliu, his heart skipped a beat.

Turn around and run to find someone.

In the end, I met Su Fuliu who was carrying a food box and was walking towards the study.

"Su Fuliu!" Feng Muting shouted without thinking.

Su Fuliu stopped, looked back, and saw Feng Muting stepping over: "My lord?"

"You, did you go to the kitchen to cook for me?" Feng Muting felt relieved when he saw Su Fuliu.

If he can't see this little idiot for a while, he will feel uneasy.

Su Fuliu nodded: "That's right, the prince doesn't care about the minor crimes of running away, and the small ones are very grateful, so I can only cook a meal for the prince."

"Compared with you cooking for this king, this king wants to know your answer sooner." Feng Muting said.

"..." Su Fuliu choked, and then said, "What does the lord mean, you don't want to eat the meal made by the little one?"

"No, no, you have to eat, but it would be better if you could answer me earlier." Feng Muting hurriedly stopped him, for fear that Su Fuliu would turn around and leave with the food box.

After finishing speaking, he took Su Fuliu's hand and led him towards his room.

Probably because he was used to being held by hand, Su Fuliu didn't even know he was going to object.

Just like that, let Feng Muting lead him away.

After arriving at the room, Feng Muting sat down.

Then Su Fuliu put the food box on the table, opened the lid, and took out all the food inside.

"If you spoil my king's taste, what will you do?" Feng Muting looked at these delicacies and said.

"What can I do, from now on I can only cook for the prince." Su Fuliu replied.

"Is it so caring? However, I am not willing to let you go to the kitchen every day, so I am willing to eat those unpalatable dishes made by the kitchen every day."

"..." Su Fuliu blushed, and then said, "My lord, let's eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"How could it not taste good? Even if it's mushy, what you made is delicious." Feng Muting laughed.

"..." Su Fuliu couldn't resist Feng Muting's behavior.