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

"I have already shouted, who is to blame for not hearing it?" Su Fuliu's face was flushed all the time.

He was already ashamed to call out "Ting Lang".

Feng Muting refused to give up, of course he heard the sound just now, and Su Fuliu's "Ting Lang" sounded to his bones.

If he shouted again, half of his soul would be taken away by Su Fuliu.

If he could keep listening, his life would have to "die" in Su Fuliu's hands.

"Okay Liu, I've already yelled, so what's the point of yelling again? You yell a few more times, and after I hear this, I'll go to sleep at the door!" Feng Muting looked at the shy Su Fuliu, and waited. Let him shout again.

Su Fuliu secretly clenched the corner of the quilt, summoned up her courage and shouted: "Tinglang..."

"Well, shout a few more times..." Feng Moting felt that this was probably the most beautiful voice in the world.

Su Fuliu also went all out, and shouted "Ting Lang" several times in one breath, and Feng Mu Ting was elated.

But in the end, when Feng Muting was extremely happy, he heard Su Fuliu say: "Can the prince go to sleep at the door?"

"..." Feng Muting choked, "Ah Liu really wants me to sleep at the door?"

"Of course, this is what the lord has agreed to. To be a man, one must keep one's word!" Su Fuliu said.

"..." Feng Muting looked at him bitterly, "Good Liu..."

"My lord, it might be a bit cold outside, why don't you take the quilt out?" Su Fuliu said with concern.

"...A Liu." Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was touching the quilt for him, and pouted helplessly.

Su Fuliu grabbed the quilt on the side and stuffed it towards Feng Muting: "Is one bed enough? If not, I will also give this bed to the lord. I sleep in the room. It shouldn't be too cold. The lord is outside. Sleep in an extra bed."

Feng Muting hugged the quilt and said aggrievedly: "No need, my king is strong and healthy, one bed is enough, and A Liu should keep the cover for himself, A Liu is weak and cannot catch cold. "

Su Fuliu lay there and nodded: "Well, what time is it?"

"Xu Shi three quarters." Feng Muting replied.

"Well, it's three o'clock in Xu time. It's just right. My lord, go to the door. I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Su Fuliu urged.

"...Aliu."

"My lord, remember to close the door!" Su Fuliu did not forget to add.

"..." Seeing that Su Fuliu had covered the quilt and looked like he was going to sleep, Feng Muting couldn't help sighing, then silently carried his quilt to the door, and closed the door behind him.

After he spread the quilt, he couldn't help but look up at the bright moon in the sky, sighed again, and fell asleep obediently.

Su Fuliu knew that Feng Muting was at the door, so he wasn't afraid anymore, he slept twice a day, but he still felt tired, so he fell asleep again.

On the second day, before dawn, Feng Muting got up quickly, folded the quilt, and put it back in the room lightly.

At this time Su Fuliu was still sleeping soundly, he walked over, looked at Su Fuliu who was sleeping soundly, smiled slightly, and murmured softly: "Little idiot..."

After daybreak, Feng Muting counted the time and knew that Su Fuliu was about to wake up, so he hurriedly called someone to help prepare the wash and breakfast.

After Su Fuliu woke up, the first thing he said was to call Feng Muting: "My lord?!"

Feng Muting responded immediately: "Don't worry, Ah Liu, I'm here."

"Is the prince sleeping at the door okay?" Su Fuliu asked.

Seeing that Su Fuliu was concerned, Feng Muting could not help but blame himself, so he replied: "Well, it's not a pleasant feeling to be accompanied by the breeze and bright moon."

After hearing this, Su Fuliu smiled, then nodded and said: "Well, that's good. If this is the case, the prince will continue to sleep at the door tonight?"