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

After reading it, Su Fuliu carefully folded what Feng Muting had written, and put it in a brocade box.

At noon, Feng Muting came again.

"Aliu, this is the light lunch that the king asked the kitchen to make for you. See if there is anything you don't like. If there is any, remove it and replace it with something else."

Su Fuliu glanced at it, then shook his head: "There's nothing you don't like, it's fine."

"Then why don't you sit down and eat?" Feng Muting spoke softly, as if he was afraid that his voice would be too loud.

Su Fuliu didn't say much, just sat down.

Feng Muting quickly served him a bowl of porridge and put it in front of him.

"Thank you." Su Fuliu picked up the bowl and said.

"Needless to say thank you, it's too outlandish." Feng Muting didn't want to hear Su Fuliu say thank you to him at all. Although it was polite, it would make him feel a sense of distance from Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu didn't speak again, but quietly ate porridge with her head down.

Feng Muting was on the sidelines to help put vegetables in his bowl: "Ah Liu, don't just eat porridge, you should also eat some green vegetables."

Su Fuliu was just about to say thank you, but thinking of what Feng Muting said just now, he fell silent.

When he was about to finish eating, he couldn't help asking: "Have you eaten, my lord?"

Feng Muting shook his head: "No."

"I'm full, the prince should hurry to eat." Su Fuliu put down the bowl.

"I'm not hungry." Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu looked at his haggard face, afraid that he not only didn't sleep well, but also didn't eat well these two days: "Why aren't you hungry?"

Feng Muting paused, then looked at Su Fuliu, without speaking.

But that look said it all.

He couldn't eat because of Su Fuliu's affairs.

Su Fuliu curled her lips: "If the prince doesn't eat, then I'd better go, lest the prince starve to death, and others will blame me."

"Okay, okay, eat, eat, don't be angry, Ah Liu." Feng Muting immediately ate Su Fuliu's leftover porridge and vegetables.

His heart was filled with joy.

Because his Aliu still cared about him.

Su Fuliu just sat there watching Feng Muting finish the remaining porridge and vegetables, and then said: "The emperor also knows that you are Qin Shi's business?"

Feng Muting nodded: "Well, father and mother concubine met and fell in love in Yulongzhai, and Yulongzhai was jointly founded by mother concubine and Aunt Xu. Mother concubine's surname is Qin Mingyu, and Aunt Xu's name is Jiaolong, so the village is named Yulong, but the status of mother and concubine, the emperor's grandmother is very concerned, so she doesn't let the mother and concubine enter the palace, so the father had to build a jade hut outside the palace, let the king and mother and concubine live there, and the mother and concubine would occasionally go back to the village , for the sake of convenience, I gave this king another name, and when I returned to the village, I used the identity of Qin Shi."

"So that's how it is." Su Fuliu asked after listening, as if remembering something, "I ran away like that the day before yesterday, is the emperor very angry?"

"En." Feng Muting nodded again.

"Ah, then... what should we do then?" Su Fuliu felt a little sad, he never thought that Feng Muting would take him to see the emperor seriously, but he left such a bad impression on the emperor.

In case the emperor is not happy, what should I do if I don't want Feng Muting to be with him in the future?

Seeing the worried look on Su Fuliu's face, Feng Muting knew that he had misunderstood, and immediately explained: "No, A Liu, you misunderstood, father is very angry, but he...is angry with me , he blames me for making you run away..."