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

Lu Chimo nodded: "No problem, then I will live in the palace for a while."

"Thank you." Feng Muting replied.

Bai Yulang stretched out his hand and gently tugged on Lu Chimo's sleeve: "Brother, what about me?"

Lu Chimo smiled and said, "Of course you will live with me in the palace for a while."

"I... I'm afraid, can I sleep in the same room with senior brother?" Bai Yulang asked.

Lu Chimo nodded: "Of course."

Feng Muting looked at the two of them and said, "Okay, my king will ask someone to arrange a place for you."

Afterwards, he ordered Su Yan to prepare a guest room for them.

Lu Chimo and Bai Yulang were just about to leave with Su Yan.

But Feng Muting said as if thinking of something: "Master Lu, stay here."

"What else does the lord want?" Lu Chimo stopped and looked back at him.

"Now that Fuliu is asleep, isn't it just right to show him?"

Lu Chimo nodded: "Well, yes."

"Won't it wake him up?" Feng Muting asked again.

"No, it's just a pulse." Lu Chimo replied.

"Okay then, Miracle Doctor Lu is here with me." Feng Muting said, and walked over.

Bai Yulang reached out and took Lu Chimo's hand: "I want to follow senior brother."

Before Lu Chimo could speak, Feng Muting said: "You go back to your room and wait, then what should you do if you wake up the person who woke me up?"

Bai Yulang pursed his lips: "Senior brother..."

Lu Chimo said: "Hey, go back to your room to rest first, and senior brother will go back as soon as he goes."

"But I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, brother will be back soon." Lu Chimo patted his head and coaxed.

"Okay then, senior brother should come back soon." Bai Yulang replied.

"Yeah." Lu Chimo nodded.

Bai Yulang reluctantly followed Su Yan and left.

And Lu Chimo followed Feng Muting away.

On the way, Feng Muting said: "Looking at it, your little junior brother doesn't look like such a timid and weak person. He is probably in front of you, trying to win your attention and attention."

He kindly reminded me.

But not so directly.

Lu Chimo smiled slightly: "Just as long as Yulang is happy."

Feng Muting couldn't help being slightly stunned, and then raised the corner of his mouth lightly: "This king is meddling in his own business."

When the two came to Su Fuliu's room, it was obvious that Feng Muting's footsteps were much lighter.

Lu Chimo naturally had to walk slowly.

After coming to the bed, Feng Muting gently moved Su Fuliu's wrist out, and then motioned for Lu Chimo to come over and give him his pulse.

Lu Chimo came over and just touched Su Fuliu's wrist when he stretched out his hand, Su Fuliu shrank his hand, and then shouted like a nightmare, "No, don't..."

Then, he kept waving his hands, as if trying to grab something.

Feng Muting quickly sat down on the side of the bed and stretched out his hand.

Su Fuliu grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, still muttering: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Feng Muting could feel that he was holding his hand very hard, as if he was afraid that if he let go, it would disappear.

He saw tears overflowing from the corners of Su Fuliu's eyes, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He tried to bring Su Fuliu's hand aside so that Lu Chimo could feel his pulse.

But Su Fuliu grabbed his hand and put it on his heart, but refused to move.

He didn't dare to push hard, for fear of waking up Su Fuliu.

Lu Chimo said in a low voice: "That's fine, the prince just needs to hold his hand still."

Feng Muting nodded.

Afterwards, Lu Chimo stretched out his hand, and finally pressed Su Fuliu's pulse.

But before he could calm down and feel his pulse, Su Fuliu opened his eyes...