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

"Ah? I didn't rub it well, does it hurt?" Su Fuliu withdrew his hand, thinking that he was already very light.

Feng Muting shook his head: "It's not that it hurts, it's that it's on fire. Ah Liu's soft hand caressed the wound. That's not rubbing medicine, it's seductive."

Hearing this, Su Fuliu didn't dare to continue to wipe the wound on his chest, so he curled his lips and told him to turn around, and he wiped the wound on his back.

In order to ease the ambiguous atmosphere, Su Fuliu tried to divert his attention, and asked: "My lord, was the emperor drunk yesterday? Is he all right now?"

"It's okay, Father woke up last night."

"That's good. By the way, my lord, yesterday...are the emperor and Aunt Xu waiting for me to prepare dinner, and they are unhappy after waiting too long?" Su Fuliu asked again.

"why do you say so?"

"Because I felt that the atmosphere at that time was very wrong. Maybe it was because of the prince that they didn't have an attack?" Su Fuliu sighed softly after finishing speaking.

Feng Muting suddenly turned around again, reached out and patted Su Fuliu's head: "You fool, don't think of everything on yourself, and don't blame yourself for everything, I said, you are very Well, you don't have to always be so careful and walk on thin ice, with me here, even if you poke a hole in the sky, I will make it up for you."

Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting in a daze. This was the first time that Feng Muting didn't use "the king" to call himself "I", but he thought he was used to Feng Muting calling himself "the king", but he didn't know When Feng Muting used "I", his heart became warmer.

At this moment, he only felt that he and Feng Muting's hearts were getting closer.

Feng Muting noticed the emotion flowing in Su Fuliu's eyes, and hugged him gently: "I'm sorry, I've been used to saying 'my king' all the time, but I don't want to. What you want to hear more is the 'I'."

"The prince doesn't need to say sorry because of this, it doesn't matter whether the prince said 'this king' or 'me', as long as the person who said it was the prince."

Feng Muting smiled slightly, and unconsciously hugged Su Fuliu a little tighter: "How can my A Liu be so understanding, then I already called you A Liu, shouldn't you call me Ting Lang?"

"I don't want..." Su Fuliu was embarrassed to call Feng Muting like this in front of others, it was too embarrassing.

"If Ah Liu is embarrassed, then you can call in private. There is no one at the moment, Ah Liu can shout."

"No." Su Fuliu refused without thinking.

"Well, Liu refused so decisively, it really hurts my heart, even the wounds on his body hurt." Feng Muting started to attack again.

Su Fuliu looked at the scratches on Feng Muting's chest, thought of the scars on his back, thought that he had been accommodating him all the time, but now he just wanted to hear him call him "Ting Lang".

So, after hesitating again and again, he still called out "Ting Lang".

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu happily, and could not help but suck his sweet lips.

"How can Ah Liu be so sweet, it's so sweet to my heart." Feng Muting rested his forehead on Su Fuliu's forehead, looking down, he could see Su Fuliu's red and swollen lips sucked by him.

Su Fuliu's face has turned into honey pink, and his chest heaves a bit. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to "catch back" the air that was taken away by Feng Muting.

After finally recovering his breath, he dared to look at Feng Muting: "My lord..."

"Ok?"

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, and then changed his words: "Tinglang hasn't said yet, what happened to the Emperor and Aunt Xu in Yulu yesterday, why was the atmosphere a bit weird?"