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

Feng Muting gritted his back molars, he really didn't want to open the door.

It was Su Fuliu who pushed him away and said: "Tinglang, Su Yan said that the medicine picker came to look for you again. I'm afraid there is something wrong. Tinglang should hurry up and have a look?"

Feng Muting frowned: "What's the matter, maybe I want gold, just ask Su Yan to give it to him, let's ignore it, I will enter the palace tomorrow, now I should spend more time with Ah Liu."

As he said that, he hugged Su Fuliu again, and didn't intend to pay attention to Su Yan outside.

But Su Fuliu felt that Gu Xingchen was definitely not here to ask for gold, and he was afraid that there was something wrong, so he pushed Feng Muting away again: "Tinglang, why don't you just go and have a look..."

At this time, Su Yan saw that there was no sound inside, so he said again: "My lord... my lord, it's not the little one who came to disturb me intentionally, but the herb picker came running over as if he was about to cry, knelt in the front hall and said I want to see the prince."

When Su Fuliu heard this, he immediately said, "Look, Ting Lang, I really need you urgently."

Feng Muting had no choice but to let go of him, and then went to open the door.

When Su Yan saw him coming out, he immediately lowered his head, feeling very anxious. He also knew that he had disturbed Feng Muting twice in one day, and Feng Muting must be full of will-o'-the-wisps.

Feng Muting gave him a gouged look: "It seems that Xie Chen didn't teach you well. As an excellent subordinate, when to speak and when not to speak, you should go back now and let Xie Chen teach you again. You, you are not taught well, you are not allowed to leave the room!"

Su Yan was so frightened that he looked up at Feng Muting: "My lord... this, this is not acceptable, thank you Chen..."

"Okay, very good, you don't even listen to this king's orders now, do you?" Before Su Yan could finish speaking, Feng Muting interrupted him directly.

"Forgive me, my lord, I dare not..." Su Yan was extremely depressed.

What do you mean not being allowed to leave the room without being taught well? If that little bastard Xie Chen finds out about it, I'm afraid I will misinterpret the meaning of the prince again.

At that time, he really won't be able to leave the room.

"Then don't tell me to go back and find Xie Chen?!" Feng Muting felt that he had taken into account the relationship between master and servant by not "sending" Su Yan back.

Su Yan swallowed his saliva, and could only lower his head and cup his hands: "Yes..."

Afterwards, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu to the front hall together, and sure enough, he saw Gu Xingchen kneeling there with an anxious expression on his face.

When he saw Feng Muting coming, he immediately kowtowed and said, "My lord, you are here."

Without waiting for Feng Muting to ask questions, he quickly put all the 10 taels of silver notes on him in front of Feng Moting: "My lord, this is the 10 taels of silver notes you gave to the grass-roots, and the grass-minds will return it to you. Also don't want the 5 taels of gold grass people, the grass people will all be returned to the prince."

Feng Muting looked at him, and replied, "Don't you think it's too little?"

Gu Xingchen immediately shook his head: "No, no, Cao Min doesn't want gold and silver. Cao Min wants to use these in exchange for the prince to help Cao Min? Cao Min wants the prince to help Cao Min find someone, that is Wen Hongye, he, he is gone, gone, Cao Min I can't find him, and I implore the prince to send someone to help Caomin find him, Caomin is here to thank the prince!"

As he said that, he kept knocking his head, every time he knocked hard, blood came out of his forehead within a few knocks.

Su Fuliu couldn't bear it, so he lightly tugged Feng Muting's sleeve.

Gu Xingchen just came to ask Feng Muting for help in finding someone, he didn't even want real money, he just wanted to ask Feng Muting to help find Wen Hongye, this is really not an exaggerated request.

"Okay, stop knocking, if you want to knock yourself to death here, I have to find someone to dig a hole to bury you." Feng Muting replied.

Gu Xingchen stopped now, and then looked at Feng Muting with red eyes: "My lord, I beg you..."

"Go back and wait for news." Feng Muting said again.

When Gu Xingchen heard this, he was immediately overwhelmed with excitement: "Thank you, my lord! Gu Xingchen, a grassroots, lives in..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Muting said: "Okay, don't need to say so much, if this king can find Wen Hongye, can't you find where your home is, step back."

"Yes, the grassroots leave!" Gu Xingchen didn't dare to talk to Feng Muting, if it wasn't for Wen Hongye, he wouldn't have dared to come to Feng Muting.

After he left, Su Fuliu sighed: "It seems that Wen Hongye met the right person this time."

But as soon as the words fell, he was suddenly picked up by Feng Muting who was defenseless.

Feng Muting grabbed his thigh, and he was so frightened that he instinctively clamped Feng Muting's waist with his calf, and quickly wrapped his hands around Feng Muting's neck, hanging on Feng Muting's neck in an extremely ambiguous posture body.