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

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment.

Then he turned around stiffly and looked behind him.

I saw Feng Muting standing there, looking at him expressionlessly.

He was stunned for a long time before he realized it, and then hurriedly knelt down too: "My lord..."

Feng Muting came over, first glanced at Su Fuliu, and then looked at the others: "Are you all busy?"

Everyone lowered their heads, trembling.

Feng Muting happened to be standing in front of Su Fuliu, so he was even more apprehensive.

"Let me chop firewood and fill the firewood room. Later, I will ask Steward Su to check it. If you are not satisfied, I will fill it up with your heads!"

"Yes, my lord, I'm going to chop firewood now." Everyone scrambled and left.

Su Fuliu was also about to roll, but was stopped by Feng Muting: "Where are you going?"

Su Fuliu was stunned: "Go and chop firewood, little one."

"Did the king let you go?" Feng Muting scolded.

Su Fuliu was a little dazed: "Didn't the lord tell us to chop firewood just now? If the woodshed is not full, we have to use our heads to fill it up!"

He shuddered at the thought of this punishment.

What they said was indeed correct, Feng Muting really wanted someone's life at every turn.

No wonder they all wanted to come over and ask him for advice, thinking that he had some secrets to save their lives.

"The king asked them to chop firewood, did he ask you to?"

"Little thought..."

"Why do you think that you went to the government doctor to get medicine, and you ran here to hide? You are still talking to them brazenly that you want to be a popular person next to this king. You know that you have to be a popular person next to this king. Sacrifice what?"

Feng Muting narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Su Fuliu turned pale with shock.

He suddenly realized something.

That is, did he find out that Feng Muting had broken his sleeve before...

Just now those servants also said that it might be because of his good looks that Feng Muting didn't kill him.

He was still wondering what the relationship between the two would be.

Now, Feng Muting said what he had to sacrifice to become a celebrity...

Su Fuliu clamped her legs subconsciously: "My lord, the little one is a serious person!!!"

Feng Muting frowned, then stretched out his hand.

Su Fuliu also dodged subconsciously.

Feng Muting was very dissatisfied, and continued to reach out, pinching his ear: "This king wants to teach you a lesson, but you still dare to hide?"

"No, little one, this is just an instinctive reaction of the body..."

"You are a decent person, why, in your eyes, this king is not a decent person?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, no, how can the prince not be a decent person, the prince is the most decent person in the world, handsome and charming, and has a super good personality, the prince is the best!"

Adhering to the principle of "Thousands of wears, ten thousand wears flattery and no wear", he praised Feng Muting fiercely.

"Yes, is there anything else?"

"Yes, yes, the prince is tall and mighty, with a strong aura, the good people are extremely adored, and the bad people are frightened by the news. The prince is the most famous man in this country!"

Isn't it easy to praise people, Su Fuliu can do it easily.

Originally, when he was in the Wangyou Tower, he would eat, drink and have fun with those benefactors, and he would often say some compliments.

Even say something against your will.

The most contrary sentence he said just now was Mu Ting's "very good personality" sentence.

He almost bit his tongue when he said it, and the other compliments were more appropriate, but Feng Muting was the least qualified to have the "extraordinary personality".

But there is no way, in order to coax Feng Mu Ting well, he can only boast vigorously.

Only then did Feng Muting let go of his hand, then turned his back and said...