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

"Your lord doesn't sleep in the study, right? That's fine, then I'll sleep in the study." Although Su Fuliu felt pain all over his body when he moved, he still had to put on a posture.

"No, Ah Liu, can't we sleep separately..." Feng Muting stopped him and said aggrievedly.

Su Fuliu snorted softly: "Anyway, the prince has two choices, either you sleep in the study, or I go back to sleep in my room, if I go back to sleep in my own room, I will never come to the prince's room in the future."

When Feng Muting heard it, he looked helpless: "Ah Liu has already said so, do I have any choice..."

Su Fuliu hummed again, but did not speak.

Feng Muting sighed lightly: "Okay, okay, I will sleep in the study, but... when will I sleep?"

"I'll talk about it when I lose my temper." Su Fuliu didn't know when he calmed down, anyway, he would definitely not let Feng Muting go back to his room in this short period of time.

This guy is really too much, how can he be so unrestrained!

Even if Feng Muting can take it, he can't take it!

Now he just feels that his waist and legs are not his own.

Feng Muting looked at the angry Su Fuliu, and said: "Okay, then I must behave well, try to let Ah Liu calm down as soon as possible, and then come back to live."

"Humph."

Feng Muting smiled helplessly: "Then Ah Liu, rest well, I will enter the palace today, so I can't accompany you."

Originally, Su Fuliu wanted to say "Who wants you to accompany me", but when he thought that Feng Muting entered the palace, he must have settled with Feng Mulei, so he couldn't help but said worriedly: "My lord, be careful."

"Well, don't worry, Ah Liu, you'll be fine." After speaking, Feng Muting got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Su Fuliu looked at him who moved freely, and couldn't help wondering, isn't Feng Muting tired?Doesn't his back hurt?Obviously he is the one who has worked hard, but why is he so energetic when he is like this?

Is he too weak, or is Feng Muting too powerful?

After Feng Muting put on the black gold-plated python robe, his servants came in to wait for him to wash. Although they were all surprised when they saw Su Fuliu lying on the bed, they all held back.

In front of the lord, they have to behave themselves, and they must not make a single mistake, otherwise their lives will be lost.

Su Fuliu had no choice but to stretch out her hands silently to pull up the quilt, and then covered her face, only showing two paws to grab the edge of the quilt, for fear that someone would come and pull the quilt.

After Feng Muting finished washing, he waved away the servants, then sat on the side of the bed, and gently pulled the quilt: "A Liu, this king is leaving."

Only then did Su Fuliu pull down the quilt and exposed his head. He looked at Feng Muting who had already tied his hair in a jade crown. Just now, he only felt that Feng Muting was full of energy. Can't stop.

It's no wonder that as long as Feng Muting stands there, others don't even dare to breathe.

However, at this moment, Feng Muting still had a gentle smile on his face, and he asked, "Ah Liu, don't you really need to call Doctor Lu and Bai Yulang over?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, we don't want to disturb them all the time, they also need to be alone, I just need to rest for a few days."

"Okay, the king is gone."

"Well, my lord must be careful."

Feng Muting nodded slightly: "Understood."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed Su Fuliu's forehead: "Wait for me to come back with peace of mind."

Su Fuliu nodded her head lightly, but she was still a little worried.

The moment Feng Muting got up, his face turned cold, and he turned into the fearful King Ting again.