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

"I think it's not that Xiao Su doesn't talk about it, but that he can't talk about it." Someone said.

Su Fuliu looked at him, stunned for a moment, then waved his hands: "No, no, no, I really don't know, it's not hard to say, it seems like I'm hiding something on purpose."

The man shook his head: "No, listen to me, I know you don't know, but you really can't tell, because you look good."

"Ah?" Su Fuliu didn't understand, he was a little confused by the turning.

What does this have to do with his good looks?

But the others suddenly understood and nodded their heads one after another.

"Yeah, why didn't we think of this."

"That's right, we don't look at what we look like, what Xiao Su looks like, our face, how can we compare with Xiao Su's face."

"That's right, Xiao Su is so good-looking. The prince likes it after seeing it. Naturally, he is reluctant to kill him. At most, it's just scolding. After all, the prince's temper lies in that."

"Well, I think so too. If this is the case, Xiao Su really has no way to help us. After all, this appearance was given by her parents, and there is no way to change it. Xiao Su looks so beautiful, and anyone who sees it will like it. ah."

Su Fuliu twitched the corners of her mouth, a little embarrassed.

Although they were praising him, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"However, I don't understand. Xiao Su is so good-looking, so why would she come to the palace to be a real person?"

"That is, if I want half of Xiao Su's appearance, I will find a rich lady and marry her."

Su Fuliu laughed dryly: "I... I don't have any special skills, and it's useless to be good-looking, so I can only come to the palace to be a real person."

Thinking of this made him sad.

If only those two bastards hadn't gone to him.

If he hadn't bowed down for the 500 taels of gold.

He is still eating and drinking spicy food in Wangyoulou.

Even if it's like now, serving a terrible master, you have to be careful all the time, for fear that if the master is not happy, his little life will be lost.

"Xiao Su is really humble."

"Yes, it's really humble, but you can stay with the prince for so long, you must still win the prince's heart."

"That's right, you have to know that besides Steward Su, there is no one who has stayed with the prince for more than seven days."

"Xiao Su is the only one who stayed for so long."

"Xiao Su, you have obviously become a popular person around the prince. It seems that we will have to curry favor with you in the future."

"That's right, Xiao Su, since we're both working as errands in the palace together, you should take care of us more."

The more Su Fuliu laughed, the more embarrassed he became, it was the first time for him to be flattered like this all of a sudden.

With him like this, they still think he is a celebrity around Feng Muting...

The red man can be like him.

His self-criticism and guarantee are still in Feng Muting's hands.

"I... have to go back to serve the lord, so I won't talk to you guys here. It's too late, and the lord is not happy, so I can't become a popular person around the lord!"

Su Fuliu just wanted to leave quickly. This embarrassing scene made his toes scratch the ground uncontrollably.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, and knelt down one after another.

This confused him again.

"Why are you all kneeling down, get up, why are you kneeling on me, this is too polite!" Su Fuliu went over to help them up.

But their knees seemed to be stuck to the ground, and no one moved after he pulled for a long time.

Just then, a voice came from behind: "Are you sure they are kneeling at you?"