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

"What?" Xiao Luo blinked his big eyes and looked at him.

"Did you see that little attendant who was following King Ting?" Xiao Nian asked.

"...No, no, I just went to watch the prince..." Xiao Luo poked his finger and said a little embarrassedly.

"..." Xiao Nian was a little speechless.

After he sighed, he said, "That little attendant seems to be very fond of King Ting. You can't directly contact King Ting, so you can start with that little attendant. It must be easier to meet him than King Ting. If If you can win him over and ask him to help you say more good things in front of King Ting, won't it be easier for you to get King Ting's favor?"

Xiao Luo's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Brother is right, then I will start with that little servant."

"Brother, I'll help you observe tomorrow to see if King Ting brought that little attendant with him when he entered the palace. If he didn't, it's just right. You can take advantage of this time to find that little attendant. King Ting is busy with business. Usually the last one to leave the palace in the morning."

Xiao Luo nodded: "Thank you brother, I understand, then I will wait for news from brother tomorrow!"

Xiao Nian smiled: "You miss King Ting so much, if elder brother can facilitate your marriage with him, then of course it would be the best."

"I know that brother treats me the best." Xiao Luo was very happy, as if he was about to succeed in winning Feng Muting's heart now.

The next day, Feng Muting went out of the house. It stands to reason that with Su Fuliu's current status, he should be following him all the time.

But because he gave Su Fuliu a booklet yesterday for him to memorize it, so he left him at home to memorize it.

At this time, Su Fuliu was obediently copying the content of the booklet, and if he copied a lot, he could memorize it.

He didn't know how long he had been copying, but he felt his wrists were sore, so he stood up and moved around.

At this moment, a servant sent a letter: "Xiao Su, this is your letter."

Now everyone in the palace knows that Su Fuliu is Feng Muting's personal bodyguard. Although Feng Muting treats him fiercely, he still stays by Feng Muting's side well.

To them, this is enough to prove that Su Fuliu is now Feng Muting's celebrity.

However, what they don't know is that this "Red Man" is now painstakingly copying the "Red Man Handbook".

They only know that they should be friendly to this "popular man", after all, he is a "popular man".

Therefore, sending letters is also very active.

"My letter?" Su Fuliu was at a loss, who would write him a letter?

"Well, your letter." The servant handed the letter to him.

"Who wrote it?" Su Fuliu asked again.

The servant shook his head: "I don't know, it's a letter for you, can't you just open it and read it?"

Su Fuliu smiled awkwardly: "Yes, thank you."

"It's okay, then I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, the servant left.

Su Fuliu opened the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, opened it, and found that there were not a few words written on it, it just said to meet him in Tianweilou, and the signature was sloppy.

So, it was the little princess of the Duke Huguo's mansion who asked him to meet?

This made him puzzled, how could the little princess ask him to meet with a servant?

Is he going to meet or not?

But he is a small princess, and if the small princess sees him as a humble servant, would he dare not go?

After hesitating again and again, Su Fuliu went anyway.

When he arrived at Tianwei Building, Su Fuliu pushed open the door of the private room and walked in. After entering, he was dumbfounded...