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

Su Fuliu was very scared.

The struggle for imperial power has been bloody since ancient times.

But back then, he never thought about these things, because they were brothers and sisters who had a very good relationship since childhood.

They were raised in a loving family without any impurities.

They have never experienced fighting openly and secretly, thinking that everyone will have the same kind heart as them.

But in the end, it made them feel heartbroken.

He didn't want Feng Moting to be like him.

But Feng Muting is smarter than him, although he is very worried and afraid, but he also believes that Feng Muting can control everything well.

Feng Muting saw the panic in Su Fuliu's eyes and knew what he was afraid of, so he showed a relaxed smile to make him less nervous.

He raised his hand to touch Su Fuliu's face, and replied: "Don't worry, Ah Liu, everything is under the control of this king, and now the opportunity that this stupid prince sent to the door is just what I want. After I go back, I will The king has a reason to send him to heaven!"

"But...the killers are all dead, and we have no evidence..."

Feng Muting chuckled lightly and said, "This king says it's him, it's him, if it's not, who dares to ask this king for evidence, this king will send him to heaven together!"

Su Fuliu looked at him, and for the first time knew what it means to say the most domineering words in the most gentle tone: "Then, if your father asked you for evidence, would you still dare to kick him to the sky?"

"You don't understand that. Father is the least likely person to ask me for evidence." Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu was confused when he heard this: "Why?"

Feng Muting sighed lightly: "How can I tell you that you are the emperor who loves me the most and pampers me the most, isn't it easier to understand?"

Su Fuliu blinked his eyes, although he didn't understand the reason, but the literal meaning of the words was easy to understand.

"Okay, it seems that this fish can't be roasted, let's go back early." After saying that, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu back to the carriage.

Lu Chimo and Bai Yulang also boarded the carriage.

The group did not delay any longer, and set off back to the imperial city.

After arriving in the imperial city, Lu Chimo took Bai Yulang and parted ways with Feng Muting and Su Fuliu.

As soon as Lu Chimo and Bai Yulang arrived home, Bai Yulang couldn't help asking: "Senior brother, you promised me before that when you get back here, you will..."

Speaking of this, he was suddenly embarrassed, so he didn't continue.

Lu Chimo knew what he meant, and then held his face and said: "Senior brother, I haven't forgotten, but...Senior brother thinks that such a thing should be more solemn. Aren't you and Mr. Su good friends now? Later, senior brother wants to invite you He came with the prince."

Bai Yulang was stunned for a moment: "Brother, are you going to invite them to a wedding?"

Lu Chimo smiled and said, "Mr. Su is Yulang's friend, so he has to drink this glass of wine."

"Well, everything is under the arrangement of senior brother." Bai Yulang said shyly.

"Okay, but I guess we have to wait for a while. The prince will have to find someone to settle accounts when he goes back, so he and Mr. Su must not have time to come, but it just so happens that the wedding clothes you want will have to be sewn for a while. Wait, Yulang is not in a hurry, right?"

"Worry, of course I'm anxious, I really want to be with senior brother forever, but I can wait... because... getting married is a big deal!" Although Bai Yulang was shy, his eyes were firm, and he and Lu Chimo were determined. Can last forever.