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

Su Fuliu reached out and touched, trying to grab the handkerchief on Feng Muting's hand.

But Feng Muting said: "You are like this now, how can you do these things, this bath king has already washed it for you, is it still a while?"

As he spoke, he took the handkerchief and continued to wipe Su Fuliu's body.

Su Fuliu's hands couldn't help clenching into fists again, he was so nervous.

Fortunately, nothing embarrassing happened in the end.

After Feng Muting helped him put on the clothes, he felt a little strange, so he asked, "My lord, why do I feel that the clothes don't fit a little bit? Could it be that I lost weight after taking a bath?"

Feng Muting smiled and said: "The clothes on the hot spring pool must be my king's clothes. I didn't bring your clothes, so you can only wear my clothes first."

"It turned out to be the prince's clothes. I said it felt a little big."

"Don't be afraid, when the new clothes are ready, they will fit you well." Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu nodded: "Then let's go back and exchange for my own clothes."

"It's okay to dress like this."

"But these are the clothes of the prince. If I wear the clothes of the prince, it will never be good for people to look at me."

Feng Muting shook his head: "You, what are you still worried about? Who dares to say a word? However, if you want to go back and change, then the king will be happy to help you change your clothes."

Su Fuliu choked for a moment, thinking that he would be bedridden to recuperate after going back, and he didn't need to go out to meet people, even if he was wearing Feng Muting's clothes, it would be fine.

Besides, he can't see with his eyes now, and he doesn't know what other people's expressions look like when they look at him.

So don't change it if you don't want to change it, save yourself going back to change your clothes, and you will have to be seen by Feng Muting again.

Just when he was thinking about this, he suddenly lightened up and was hugged by Feng Muting. He instinctively hooked Feng Muting's neck and said, "Young Lord, just help me go back. You don't need to hug me. Tired."

"Holding you, why does this king feel tired?" Feng Muting chuckled, carried him away from the hot spring pool, and returned to the room.

Su Fuliu likes to be clean, so at this moment, the mattresses in Feng Muting's room have been replaced with new ones.

And it's bright red.

Feng Muting put Su Fuliu on the bed, and did not forget to tell him: "The mattress has been changed, it is very clean."

"En." Su Fuliu felt that Feng Muting was too careful and considerate.

In the next few days, Su Fuliu rested in bed to recuperate, while Feng Muting took care of her.

On a sunny morning, Su Yan held a tray with two new clothes on it, and walked carefully to Feng Muting's room.

"My lord, your new clothes are ready."

Feng Muting had just finished feeding Su Fuliu the porridge, and when he saw the new clothes came, he was overjoyed, so he hurried over to put the empty bowl on the table, and touched the new clothes that were ready: "Jinhuafang The workmanship is not bad, it did not disappoint me."

Su Fuliu sat there and asked, "My lord, are these the new clothes you made that day?"

Feng Muting nodded: "Well, I will change it for you later."

"Unfortunately, I can't see..." Su Fuliu suddenly felt a little lost.

Feng Muting was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The eyes of this king are your eyes. If this king sees it, it means you have seen it. As long as you know that the clothes are beautiful, you will definitely look better when you wear them."

Su Fuliu chuckled lightly: "Your Highness is getting better at talking."

Su Yan stood there beside him, not daring to raise his head casually, and couldn't help slandering: The lord is just getting more and more talkative to you.