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

"That's right, but, you can let the servants do the hard work of tidying up the house." Feng Muting said.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, then said: "I'm not just a servant?"

Feng Muting frowned: "You are not a servant, you are now my king's sweetheart! How can this king's sweetheart do these rough jobs?"

After hearing this, Su Fuliu couldn't help but blushed.

"Tonight, can I sleep here?" Feng Muting took advantage of the situation and asked.

"Does the prince like my room so much?" Su Fuliu asked back.

Feng Muting nodded immediately: "Yes!"

Su Fuliu smiled and said: "Okay then, let the prince live in this room. I will live in the prince's big room. I was lucky enough to live in it before. The big bed that the prince sleeps on is very comfortable."

"..." Feng Muting didn't expect him to say that, and almost choked on his own saliva.

"If the prince doesn't speak, then I will accept it as the prince?" Su Fuliu said, pretending to go out.

Feng Muting stopped him immediately: "Why do you not know why this king likes your room? It's because you are here. Wherever you are is the best place."

Seeing his eagerness to explain, Su Fuliu couldn't help laughing: "I know, I know, I'm just joking with the prince."

Feng Muting raised his eyebrows, and said, "You failed in your studies, did that Bai Yulang teach you again?"

"No, my lord, don't wrong him." Su Fuliu didn't know why Feng Muting suddenly became so hostile to Bai Yulang.

"It's fine if you don't have one. That Bai Yulang is not a good guy. If you meet him in the future, take a detour." Feng Muting instructed.

At this time, Bai Yulang, who was being carried away by Lu Chimo, suddenly sneezed, and he thought to himself who was speaking ill of him behind his back.

But on the face, he said: "Brother, I'm a little cold."

"It's cool in the evening, so it's not appropriate to carry it on your back, then you come down first, brother, let's carry it away." Lu Chimo said, and put Bai Yulang down.

Bai Yulang looked at him: "Brother, are you exhausted?"

Lu Chimo shook his head: "Brother is not tired, come, brother hug."

As he spoke, he hugged Bai Yulang in his arms.

Bai Yulang hooked his neck shyly: "Senior brother is really strong..."

……

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu's stupefied look, and said, "What are you thinking about? This king told you to see Bai Yulang and take a detour. You still have to think about it?"

Su Fuliu shook her head: "No, I was thinking about what to eat for dinner, I'm already hungry."

"Why don't I take you out to eat tonight? You can order the dishes from Tianweilou," Feng Muting said.

"I don't want to go to Tianweilou, I want to go to the night market, wontons, meat pie soup, sweet cakes, candied haws..." Su Fuliu said the names of a bunch of snacks.

Feng Muting couldn't help laughing and said, "With your body, can you eat so much?"

"Of course I can eat it. I don't want to say that I'm still growing. Besides, I can't eat it all in one sitting. We eat while we're shopping, and we finish it before we know it." Su Fuliu suddenly wanted to go out Visit the night market for snacks.

When he was in Wangyoulou, he always wanted to do this, but at that time, the proprietress didn't let him go out alone, for fear that he would be missed by bad people.

And he didn't want people from Wangyoulou to accompany him, so this little wish has never been fulfilled.

Now that Feng Muting is here, he can go out to eat and drink with peace of mind.

"Okay, then let's go to the night market and eat some snacks." Feng Muting naturally agreed.

It was rare for Su Fuliu to take the initiative to propose what he wanted to do, and of course he would accompany him.

"Thank you, my lord." Su Fuliu was very happy.

Looking at his happy face, Feng Muting thought of his fearful face before, and couldn't help thinking that he didn't ask about the dark and painful past in his heart.

He wants his little idiot to have nothing but happiness in the days to come.

But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about the pain that the little idiot has suffered, he will definitely find out, and he will definitely not let go of that bastard bastard.

Feng Muting stretched out his hand and caressed Su Fuliu's face: "Little idiot, if you can be happy, that is the greatest thanks to me."