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

Feng Muting didn't answer, and then turned his head to look at Feng Mulei who had just walked there.

The emperor followed his gaze, and saw a large purple patch of Feng Murai walking in timidly around his eyes.

"I pay my respects to my father." Feng Mulei cupped his hands.

The emperor looked at the two and asked, "What's the matter? Ting'er, are you beating the prince again?"

Feng Muting curled his lips, then shook his "injured" arm: "Father, it was the son who was injured by the prince first, and the son moved his hand."

Feng Mulei immediately replied: "Father, don't listen to Brother Ting's nonsense, I didn't hurt him, who knows where he got hurt, he has the ability to produce evidence, I didn't look at any evidence When I arrived, I was beaten up by brother Tinghuang, father, you have to be the master for your son!"

After listening to Feng Mulei's words, the emperor looked at Feng Muting: "What's going on?"

Feng Muting sighed lightly: "Going back to the emperor, the prince sent killers to ambush the son on the way back. Fortunately, the son was killed, but his left hand was injured a little. Otherwise, the son might not be able to come back to see the father. , So, after the son came back, he was really angry, so he went to find the prince first and beat him up, but the emperor can understand the mood of the son, right?"

The emperor nodded: "Father understands, but don't be so impulsive next time, if you are really angry, you come to father, and father will naturally uphold justice for you."

"Yes, I know." Feng Muting replied respectfully.

Looking at the two of them, Feng Mulei felt like a superfluous person: "Father, you can't be biased, and you can't completely believe what Brother Ting said alone. He has nothing to prove, how can he falsely accuse him of being a son-in-law?" hurt him?"

Feng Muting glanced at him: "Is the prince blind? Didn't you see that the king's left hand was injured? Isn't this an ironclad proof?"

Feng Murai choked, and then said: "What kind of proof is an injured hand? It can only prove that you were injured, but it can't prove who injured your hand at all."

Feng Muting nodded: "Well, what the crown prince said is right, it doesn't prove who was injured at all, but this king caught a killer, he told this king that it was the king who the crown prince sent them to assassinate, this man , the king has also brought it, do you want me to bring someone here to confront the crown prince?"

"No, it's impossible! It's impossible!" Feng Mulei shook his head, "Royal father, don't listen to brother Tinghuang's nonsense, it must be false, he must have found someone randomly to slander my minister !"

"The person hasn't come yet, how do you know it's a fake?" After Feng Muting asked, he said to the emperor, "I also ask my father to ask my son to call this person in to confront the prince."

"En." The emperor responded.

Seeing that Feng Muting really wanted to go out and ask someone to come in, Feng Mulei became anxious, and hurriedly said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, you can't do this, you can't believe what Brother Ting says, the person he called must be It's fake, it must be fake!"

The emperor asked: "How do you know it must be fake?"

"My son..." Feng Molei choked suddenly.

Then Feng Muting called a person in: "In front of the emperor, as long as you are willing to tell who ordered you, I will beg the emperor to forgive you."

After the man heard this, he immediately looked at Feng Mulei, then raised his finger excitedly and said: "It's him, it's His Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness ordered it!"