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

"Where did you see it?" Lu Chimo asked.

Bai Yulang shook his head: "I don't think I can remember where I saw it for a long time."

Lu Chimo tapped his forehead lightly: "Then aren't you talking nonsense?"

Bai Yulang rubbed his forehead: "Oh, I just wanted to think about it, but I forgot again after being hit like this by senior brother!"

"..." Lu Chimo was speechless for a while, "It's alright, alright, if I expect you to do something, then it's better to expect the sun to rise from the west."

Bai Yulang curled his lips: "Brother, what he said seems to dislike me. I just have a bad memory, but I can remember everything about my brother!"

"Why do I want you to remember my affairs? You are Master's closed disciple. If you don't follow Master and other old people right now, what are you doing here to follow me?"

"Oh, Senior Brother, you also know that Master is an old man. How can I bother him to teach me medical skills? You are Master's most proud student and the most true biography of Master. Of course I came to you."

Lu Chimo glanced at him helplessly: "I suspect that what Master taught you is not medical skills, but lip service. Let's go."

With that said, he continued to walk forward.

Bai Yulang grinned, and hurriedly followed, shouting: "Brother, don't walk so fast, feel sorry for his short legs, you take two steps, he has to walk three steps!"

Su Fuliu returned to the palace, and hid in the room alone, his mind was full of what those colleagues said.

Who dares to promise such a big risk.

If Feng Muting had any eccentricities, wouldn't he be tortured to death?

No no no, no.

When Feng Muting came back, he didn't see Su Fuliu coming to greet him, but he took the initiative to find the door, but he reached out to push the door of Su Fuliu's room, but he couldn't.

When he was about to lift his pedals, he thought that this was not a critical moment. If he kept kicking the door like this, he would definitely scare the little rabbit to death.

So, he put his foot down, raised his head, and knocked lightly on the door.

Su Fuliu recovered from the nightmare, and then went to open the door dully, but when he opened the door, he saw Feng Muting standing outside, he subconsciously took two steps back, looking at him in horror.

Feng Muting was at a loss, didn't he kick the door, why did this little idiot still look frightened?

"What's your reaction?" Feng Muting walked in.

But as soon as he walked in, Su Fuliu subconsciously took a few steps back, as if intending to distance himself from him.

What's going on here?

Obviously they got along very well yesterday, which made him feel hopeful.

How did this change today?

Who scared his rabbit?

"No, it's nothing, the lord is back. If the lord wants tea or snacks, I'll help you get them." Su Fuliu's eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Muting at all.

Feng Muting frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Why didn't you look at me, what happened?"

Su Fuliu trembled in fright: "My lord, you let go, nothing happened, it's because I'm a coward, my lord is too majestic, so I dare not look at it."

"Lies, something must have happened, will you tell me?!" Feng Muting questioned.

Su Fuliu was frightened and cried immediately.

He had locked himself in the room, and had been terrified for a long time, and the person he was afraid of was Feng Muting.

Now seeing Feng Muting being murdered, the tears immediately fell down as if he didn't want money.