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

Afterwards, Su Fuliu went back to the room and guarded Feng Muting.

After Su Yan arranged for people to grab the medicine, he was about to wait outside the main room, when he saw a servant running over and said, "Butler Su, Mr. Mo is here."

"Mr. Mo, which Mr. Mo?" Su Yan didn't remember it for a while.

"It's the son of Master Mo." The servant replied.

"Oh... so it's him, why is he here?" Su Yan asked with a look of disgust.

"He said he didn't see the lord enter the palace today, and after asking, he learned that the lord had taken a leave of absence, so he came over to see if the lord was unwell or something."

Su Yan snorted: "Even if the prince is unwell, there is no need for him to come and see."

He knew that this Mo Chilu had planned on their lord back then.

He always looks timid and cowardly. Although he is really a coward, he always wants to win the sympathy of their lords with this weak look. Unfortunately, their lords will not look at him more.

"Ah, yes, but someone else has already entered the mansion." The servant said.

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became anxious: "Oh, you guys, why did you let people in like this! You only came to tell me after everyone was let in, you are really good at it!"

After finishing speaking, he hurried to the main room, it was over, it would be over if Su Fuliu saw Mo Chilu.

At this time, Mo Chilu had already arrived outside the main room, and he knocked on the door.

After a while, Su Fuliu came to open the door, looked at the strange man in front of him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Chilu also took a look at Su Fuliu, his eyes were filled with jealousy, how could there be such a good-looking man in Prince Ting's room? !

"I'm here to see Prince Ting." He concealed his jealousy and said with a bit of weakness.

"Oh, my lord..."

Before Su Fuliu finished speaking, Mo Chilu had already squeezed into the room. He saw Feng Muting lying on the bed at a glance, and immediately walked over: "My lord, what's wrong with you?" ?”

Su Fuliu was stunned at the door, he turned his head and looked over, and saw Mo Chilu walking to the bed, he held Feng Muting's hand, and said with a distressed face: "My lord, I knew why you were hurt If the prince didn't come, there must be something wrong, but fortunately I came to see, and my telepathy was indeed right."

Su Fuliu frowned, and the corners of her mouth shrunk slightly.

After Mo Chilu talked for a while, he looked at Su Fuliu who was still standing at the door: "Are you the servant serving the prince? What's wrong with the prince?"

"king……"

Just as Su Fuliu opened his mouth, Mo Chilu said again: "Don't stand at the door and talk, I can't hear you clearly, come over and say it."

Su Fuliu also walked over, but his eyes kept falling on Mo Chilu's hand holding Feng Muting: "My lord met an assassin and was injured."

"How did this happen? How did you people protect the prince? How could you hurt the prince?" Mo Chilu said after a while.

The corners of Su Fuliu's mouth twitched even more. He really wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

He didn't want to see Mo Chilu holding Feng Muting's hand at all.

So, he bent over and pulled Mo Chilu's hand away in aggrieved manner, preventing him from holding Feng Muting's hand.

Mo Chilu was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Su Fuliu: "Why are you so rude as a servant? Do you know who I am?!"

"I don't want to know." Su Fuliu replied.

Mo Chilu choked: "You don't want to know, but I just want to say that my father is the current national teacher, and even the emperor is a person who should be courteous. I am the son of the national teacher. How dare you, a little servant, So rude to me?"