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

Su Fuliu woke up instantly. He looked at Feng Muting in front of him, who had a frightened face just now, but now he couldn't help laughing instantly.

Feng Muting was really confused, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then reached out and touched Su Fuliu's forehead, and then touched his own forehead: "I don't have a fever, why are you so stupid so early in the morning?" where?"

When Su Fuliu heard this, his smile disappeared immediately, and then he snorted: "You are so stupid!"

Feng Muting was startled, looked at Su Fuliu who had returned to normal, and said, "A Liu, you, are you alright?"

"What can I do, I'm fine..." Su Fuliu's eyes flickered unnaturally.

He was also dizzy last night, so he drew Feng Muting's face like this on a whim.

If Feng Muting finds out later, will he beat him up!

No, it has to be washed off before he finds out, but the veil is sure to turn black when the face is covered with ink, so he will still find it.

Su Fuliu immediately turned around anxiously.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, it didn't look like he was okay.

He was about to continue asking, when Su Fuliu said: "My lord, let's wash up quickly, and have breakfast after washing, I'm hungry."

Feng Muting nodded: "Okay, I have someone wash my face."

"Hey, no." Su Fuliu stopped, and then, he took Feng Muting's hand and pulled him to the table to sit down, "The prince sits here and waits, today I will help the prince to wash up!"

Feng Muting was stunned for a moment, a little overwhelmed by flattery: "This king heard right, right?"

"My lord heard it right, I heard it right, didn't I serve the lord before this, let the lord feel it again today, sit still and don't move, I'll do the whole washing up today!" After Su Fuliu finished speaking, he ran away. Go to the door and ask someone to bring washing water.

The more Feng Muting thought about it, the more strange he felt, Su Fuliu was too wrong.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the pen and ink on the table, he couldn't help being taken aback, who put it here?

If he didn't, it must be Su Fuliu.

What is the little idiot doing with pen and ink?

Feng Muting remembered that when Su Fuliu woke up just now, he was shocked when he saw him, and then looked at him and laughed...

He stared at the pen and ink, and understood it after a while.

He couldn't help but look at Su Fuliu who was guarding the door, afraid that someone would come in directly, and then he went to look in the mirror.

After glancing at it, he immediately put down the mirror, it was really useless to see.

The "fierce" and "I'm a big idiot" all over the face are like ghostly symbols.

He walked back silently and sat down, shaking his head again dumbfounded.

When Su Fuliu saw the servants coming, he immediately said: "Give it to me, I'll just take it in, and I won't bother you."

As he spoke, he took the washing things from the servants.

When Su Fuliu turned around, he saw Feng Muting was still sitting there, so he walked over and put down the things.

He walked over with something to rinse his mouth and handed it to Feng Moting, only to find that there were still pens and inks on the table that he used to do bad things last night, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Then, while Feng Muting was rinsing his mouth, he quickly and secretly picked it up, then turned around and left.

He thought himself invisible, but he didn't know that Feng Muting was seeing all of this.

After Su Fuliu hid his pen and ink, he hurried over to twist the handkerchief, and after twisting it, he came over and said, "My lord, close your eyes, I'm going to wash your face."

"Okay." Feng Muting closed his eyes.

Su Fuliu wiped it up for him anxiously, and then he still didn't forget to tell him: "My lord, please don't open your eyes!"

"Ah."

"I didn't say to open your eyes, you are not allowed to open them!"

"Okay." Feng Muting suppressed a smile.

As long as the little fool is happy.

But the little idiot thought he would be very angry, and racked his brains here to "eliminate the trace".

"If the lord opens his eyes secretly, I will be angry!" Su Fuliu was still urging.

"Yes, yes, if you don't open your eyes, if you don't open your eyes, if Ah Liu doesn't speak, how dare I open my eyes?" Feng Muting replied.

"Well, it's more or less the same." Su Fuliu was a little relieved.

Then he turned around to wash the black veil, walked over after washing, and said, "Oh, my lord doesn't know how to wash his face, why is his face so dirty, I have to help him wash more!"

Feng Muting smiled: "Well, my limbs are not working hard, I can't distinguish grains, I can't wash my face, so I have to ask Ah Liu to help me wash it."

"Okay, okay, then I will reluctantly wash the prince a few more times."

Su Fuliu's tone was really full of "reluctantly", but his face was full of guilt. He was still thankful that Feng Muting didn't see anything.