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

Su Fuliu nodded a little embarrassedly: "Well... In this case, if that person dares to talk nonsense again, I can also scold him back."

"Uh..." Bai Yulang smiled awkwardly, "Otherwise, brother, if he dares to come again, you can call me here, and I will scold you for you, but I will never teach you, otherwise, the prince will know , will definitely throw me out."

He didn't dare to teach indiscriminately.

If he taught something well before, he could make Feng Muting so angry. If he taught him something bad, wouldn't he be cut into pieces?

Su Yan also hurriedly said: "He won't come again, I have already told him, and he must not be allowed to step into the palace again."

"Alright then..." If it wasn't for Mo Chilu, Su Fuliu wouldn't want to learn this either.

Seeing him like this, Bai Yulang rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and then said: "Brother, we don't learn to swear, but we can learn to speak harshly. You are just too soft-tempered, and sometimes you are bullied. Now, you can go back ruthlessly, just like that person just now, you can be ruthless if you don't scold him, you are the prince's sweetheart, what kind of thing is he?"

"What kind of thing is he, I will understand that." Su Fuliu nodded.

The corner of Bai Yulang's mouth twitched: "Brother, don't study indiscriminately."

"Ah, oh...then, what does that look like?" Su Fuliu looked curious.

Bai Yulang thought for a while, and then said: "Well, Su Yan and I will demonstrate it to you."

After speaking, he got up and waved to Su Yan.

Su Yan came over: "Shall I play that bastard?"

After hearing Su Yan's words, Su Fuliu sat there and silently recited: "You bastard."

Su Yan broke out in a cold sweat immediately: "Hey, don't, Mr. Su, don't study indiscriminately."

If Su Fuliu said he was used to it, and went to have a bite with their lords, their lords would settle accounts with him.

Bai Yulang hurriedly said: "Let's stop talking nonsense, just act as hard as you want."

Su Yan wiped off his cold sweat and nodded.

Then, the two started acting.

Su Yan snorted: "The prince likes me, not you, what kind of onion are you?"

Bai Yulang rolled his eyes at him: "I'm sorry, I'm the onion in the prince's heart, and where did you get the daffodils to pretend to be garlic?"

And Su Fuliu was on the side, muttering in a low voice: "Which onion are you, and where did you get the daffodils to pack garlic here."

Su Yan put his hips on his hips and said: "I tell you, you don't want to rob me of the prince, the prince is mine and can only be mine, you bastard, cough cough, no, you brat, you can't grab me! "

Not to be outdone, Bai Yulang took a step forward, forcing Su Yan to take a step back: "Do I need to grab it? The prince is mine, and my heart is mine. Obviously you can't grab me. Of course, you have no chance at all." Rob, you deserve it too? Bah!"

Su Fuliu wrote it down silently: "Baby boy, bah."

After the time for a cup of tea, the two finished their performance.

Bai Yulang returned to Su Fuliu's side, and asked, "Brother, have you learned it? Ruthless, the most important thing is arrogance, you must have the aura to trample people under your feet."

Su Fuliu was stunned: "Ah?"

"Ah, what, you didn't understand the momentum of the two of us just now?"

"I……"

"Forget it, brother, if you're like this, come and see for yourself." Bai Yulang stretched out his hand and pulled Su Fuliu up.

Su Yan gave a dry cough, adjusted his state, and prepared to stage another show with Su Fuliu.

He said, "My lord likes me, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Fuliu said, "Which onion are you?"

Although the tone was still so soft, Su Yan and Bai Yulang were stunned when he said these words.