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

"Let's go, don't be late, it's not good to keep the emperor waiting for a long time." Su Fuliu changed the topic and said.

Feng Muting nodded: "Okay, then let's go."

The two came to Yulu together, and when they got off the carriage, Su Fuliu sighed: "I said I was here to pick mushrooms, but I still missed it."

Feng Muting smiled, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Where did we miss it, didn't we pick mushrooms much bigger than this?"

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that his little face flushed instantly. He stomped on Feng Muting in anger, and ran into Yulu first, regardless of the rules or irregularities.

"Hiss—" Feng Muting gasped, raised his foot that was sore from being trampled on, and shook, "A Liu, you are going to murder your husband! What if you are lame!"

After he finished speaking, he shook his head dumbfounded, then turned around and took down the jug of wine from the carriage.

Su Fuliu, who ran in first, found that the emperor had already arrived, and was sitting in the hall at the moment, his footsteps froze in fright, his face was still red, he was at a loss for a while, even forgot to salute.

It was Feng Muting who came in with the wine jar in his arms, and when he saw the emperor, he immediately smiled and said, "Father!"

The emperor looked at Feng Muting, nodded slightly, then looked away at Su Fuliu.

Only then did Su Fuliu remember that before he saluted, he immediately cupped his hands and said, "See Father!"

The emperor was taken aback for a moment: "Huh? This...do you change your mind?"

Su Fuliu hadn't realized that he had called the wrong one, but when he heard the emperor's words, he was still in a daze, and then secretly glanced at Feng Muting who was walking over.

Feng Muting laughed even happier, and immediately said: "Father, A Liu has already called you, why don't you agree?"

The emperor gave Feng Mu Ting a white look, and then looked at the two people, they came wearing the same dark red clothes, what does this mean?Do you want him to witness something?

Su Fuliu thought that he broke the rules and did not salute the emperor in time, which made the emperor unhappy, otherwise why the emperor ignored him for a long time, and immediately said: "Father, emperor..."

Just after he said three words, he suddenly reacted and immediately covered his mouth.

It's over.

Su Fuliu, who was already nervous, panicked even more now: "No, I... the emperor... Caomin, Caomin..."

He stammered and almost bit his tongue off.

Feng Muting put down the wine jar, and then went to comfort him: "A Liu, don't be nervous, this is not the court, this is the Yulu, there is no need to abide by the rules, besides, the father is very kind, you don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to take a sip A grassroots self-proclaimed, too far-fetched."

The emperor glanced at Feng Mu Ting, and snorted pretending to be dissatisfied: "You are starting to be my master."

After Su Fuliu heard this, he immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands and said: "The emperor calms down, and please don't blame the prince. It's the grassroots who have no rules. If the emperor wants to punish the grassroots, he will punish the grassroots. Don't punish the prince. The prince was beaten by the emperor yesterday. It still hurts."

He didn't want Feng Muting to be punished again.

In the final analysis, it was all because of him, otherwise, the emperor would not have been able to beat Mu Ting yesterday.

After hearing this, the emperor couldn't help being taken aback: "When did I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Muting coughed dryly immediately, then looked at the emperor and said, "Father, you were a strange son of mine who didn't come back to see you for a long time yesterday, and you beat him up because you were upset. If it wasn't for Aliu being rubbed by my son to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come to see my father today."