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

After arriving at the study, Feng Muting sat down.

Lu Chimo said: "Mr. Su's slap just now was not light, and the prince has already been injured."

"En." Feng Muting didn't say much, just answered.

Lu Chimo went over to give him acupuncture treatment.

Only then did Feng Muting feel a little relief in his stuffy chest, and he asked, "Are Liu's martial arts so wild?"

"My lord wants to say, Mr. Su can't control his own internal strength, right?"

Feng Muting nodded slightly: "Anyway, it's just a little weird."

"Actually, when Mr. Su was fighting with the prince just now, I had this feeling. I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell."

"Did you find any problems when you gave him the pulse?" Feng Muting asked.

Lu Chimo shook his head: "No, if there is, I won't feel weird."

"Then it seems that Ah Liu has not used martial arts for several years, and now he suddenly resumes martial arts. His body is very uncomfortable." Feng Muting felt that Lu Chimo had already said that Su Fuliu's pulse was fine, so it must be It's just that Su Fuliu hasn't adapted yet.

"Well, but, if you look at him like this, try not to let him use force casually, let's wait for his body to adapt for a while."

"Ah."

"Then the prince should take a good rest. If you don't rest well, it's easy for Mr. Su to spot it. At that time, Mr. Su will definitely blame himself again." Lu Chimo said again.

"This king knows."

Lu Chimo just cupped his hands and left, leaving the door of the study, but he frowned, always feeling uneasy.

After returning to the room, Bai Yulang leaned over and asked, "Senior brother, what's the matter with you and the prince?"

"It's nothing, the prince was injured by Mr. Su, brother heal him." Lu Chimo replied.

"Ah, the prince was injured by Brother Liu?"

"Well, Mr. Su doesn't know, so don't tell Mr. Su that you've slipped your tongue." Lu Chimo hurriedly urged.

"Oh, I saw Brother Liu slap the prince, but I didn't see the prince's reaction at all. I thought it was all right. It seems that the slap was not light." Bai Yulang couldn't help shaking his head, sighing Su Fuliu. Strong martial arts.

"It's not light, but fortunately the prince can bear it. If it's a slightly weaker martial arts, he would have to fall to the ground and vomit blood."

Bai Yulang frowned after hearing this: "Although, I thought that after Brother Liu gained martial arts, he would not be bullied by the prince, but...Brother Liu is serious, why do I feel that the prince is a bit pitiful? The prince still doesn't dare to let Brother Liu know, from this point of view, the prince is very considerate to Brother Liu, for fear that Brother Liu will blame himself."

"Mr. Su has just recovered his martial arts, and he still has no way to master his inner strength. It will be fine after a while."

"Well, senior brother, shouldn't we go back now?" Bai Yulang asked.

Lu Chimo thought for a while, then shook his head: "Let's stay for a few more days, and I'll observe Mr. Su to see if he can adapt to his own internal strength well."

"That's fine. I've lived here for a few months anyway, so I don't care about staying for a few more days." Bai Yulang nodded.

At this moment, Su Fuliu was still lying on the bed, raising his hands and looking over and over again.

He knew that he would be a little out of control, because when the internal force returned, he obviously felt full of power, and that power was like countless wild beasts, rushing around in his body.

When he was sparring with Feng Muting just now, he even slapped him. Although Feng Muting seemed to be fine, he couldn't bear it, could he?

Thinking of this, Su Fuliu put down his hands, sat up suddenly, got out of bed, and went out to find Feng Muting.