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

Feng Muting walked over and looked at the paperwork neatly arranged on the table: "Have you finished reviewing everything, Ah Liu?"

"Hmm... There shouldn't be any problem. If Tinglang is worried, he can check it again." Su Fuliu sat upright like a good student who finished his homework and waited for the teacher to check.

Feng Muting smiled: "Ah Liu is much better than me, how can I make mistakes, it's because of my hard work."

Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work at all, I'm very happy to help Ting Lang share the burden, that is... Ting Lang don't dislike me for being nosy."

"Fool, it's too late for me to thank you. How could I dislike you for meddling in other people's business? It's just that you will have to work hard in this case. I can't bear to let you work so hard, so..."

Before Feng Muting finished speaking, Su Fuliu said: "But I can't bear Tinglang to work so hard. We can get twice the result with half the effort, so that neither of us will be so tired. However, it's okay if we just help out in the palace. , but if I follow Ting Lang into the palace to help, I'm afraid I will implicate Ting Lang and be accused by them."

"My dear A Liu loves me so much, and I am afraid that I will help me share the burden. If any of them dare to say a word, I will pull out their tongue." Feng Muting held Su Fuliu's hand and squeezed it gently, "Write like this It's been a long time, are your hands sore?"

Su Fuliu shook his head, what was he thinking with his head down.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Muting asked, "What's the matter, A Liu, what are you thinking?"

"They are afraid of Ting Lang's majesty in front of them and dare not say it, but they may not know what to say later, so forget it, I will not enter the palace with Ting Lang, and Ting Lang can bring back the papers that he can't finish. "

Su Fuliu still felt that it was inappropriate for him to follow Feng Muting into the palace like this.

He only wanted to help Feng Moting, and didn't want to cause trouble for Feng Moting.

"Don't worry, Ah Liu. People before and after don't dare to say anything. You belong to this king. It's too late for them to compliment you. How could you make irresponsible remarks?" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, who was thinking wildly, and comforted him. road.

"They... can they accept me? Can they accept me and you?" Su Fuliu raised his head, staring at Feng Muting standing beside him.

Feng Muting chuckled, then knelt down on one knee, held Su Fuliu's hand, and looked up at Su Fuliu instead: "You are still worried about this matter, it seems that I need to make you feel at ease Just do it."

Su Fuliu was stunned: "Tinglang...what do you want to do?"

"Father has already intended to pass on to me, it depends on when I am free to be the emperor."

After hearing this, Su Fuliu couldn't help laughing: "If the ex-prince and King Xiu heard what Tinglang said, I'm afraid they would be so angry that they would lie to Tinglang. But it has become a random thing to go when you have time and postpone it when you don’t have time.”

"That's right, the one who is favored is always confident, and Aliu is also like this. You are my favorite, so you have to be confident and show a confident attitude. Soon this Fengguo will be mine, and I will be you Yes, so what do you have to be afraid of?"

"Tinglang, why are you so nice..." Su Fuliu's eyes turned red.

"You little crybag, you're crying again." Feng Muting raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears that just spilled from the corners of Su Fuliu's eyes.

Su Fuliu leaned over and kissed Shangfeng Mu Ting's lips. After a moment of kissing, their foreheads touched each other, intimacy.

"Aliu, when I become emperor, we will get married. Will you be my queen?" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was still panting in front of him, and asked seriously.