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

Not long after, there was a bang in the study.

I saw the good desks falling apart, and Su Fuliu and Feng Muting, who were in disarray, got up from the ground in embarrassment.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Su Fuliu stood aside and straightened his clothes.

While Feng Muting was arranging his clothes, he wondered, he was safe and sound for five days, why did this happen before it even started?

Su Fuliu knew that he had been trying very hard to control himself at that time, not letting himself have the slightest idea of ​​using internal force, coupled with the guilt that filled his heart at that time, so the whole person was completely controlled by Feng Muting.

But just now, he didn't think so much, and because he was on the desk again, he was a little uncomfortable, so he resisted instinctively, but he couldn't control it, and the desk fell apart.

After tidying up his clothes, he even patted his face, and was relieved to see that he was still awake.

Afterwards, he squatted down and began to pick up the scattered papers.

Feng Muting called Su Yan up and asked, "Is the carriage ready?"

Su Yan glanced at the desk that was broken again, and nodded: "Okay, okay."

"It's an embarrassment to see, these two desks are broken, why can't you prepare a stronger one?" Feng Muting said dissatisfied.

"...My lord, this is already..."

"Don't make excuses, why don't you hurry up and buy a stronger one?"

"Yes……"

Su Yan blushed for a while, and then looked at Su Fuliu, who was picking up the scraps with his head down, and couldn't help but sigh that their prince really has no self-control ability towards Mr. Su.

Su Fuliu didn't dare to raise his head, pretending to be picking up the booklet seriously, and only waited for Su Yan to leave before he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

He looked at Feng Muting with a bunch of booklets in his arms, and said, "Ting Lang, shall we go now?"

"Well, give me the booklet." Feng Muting nodded, reaching out to take the booklet from Su Fuliu's hand, but Su Fuliu dodged it.

"No, it's not very heavy, I can just hold it, let's go." Su Fuliu replied.

Feng Muting smiled: "A Liu won't let me hug Zhezi, so I can only hug A Liu."

"No, no, then, that Tinglang should hold the folder." Su Fuliu had no choice but to stuff the folder into Feng Muting's arms. He originally wanted to help Feng Muting hold it, so that Feng Muting could relax , but Feng Muting came to hug him, wouldn't he be even more tired?

Afterwards, the two left the palace together, accompanied by the soft sound of the bell.

Su Fuliu kept blushing, listening to the ringing of the jade bell, which was Feng Muting saying "I love you" over and over again.

After arriving at the palace, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu to the imperial study.

At this time, the emperor was busy in the imperial study, and Xu Jiaolong was helping to study ink.

"My son, see Father, hello, Aunt Xu." Feng Muting nodded slightly while hugging Zhezi.

"Su, Su Fuliu sees the emperor, hello Aunt Xu."

The emperor put down the brush in his hand, and stood up: "Ting'er can be considered to be back. It has been a very hard time for me."

"Isn't Father the same way he came here before, but now he doesn't care about it at all." Feng Muting said with a smile.

The emperor choked, blew his beard and stared angrily, and immediately cursed: "You boy, you..."

Before he could finish cursing, Su Fuliu quickly took the folder in Feng Muting's hand and put it in front of him.

"Don't be angry, your majesty. The prince has been busy since he came back. He has dealt with all the paperwork in the house. He is also worried that the emperor is working hard and has no time to accompany Aunt Xu, so he rushes into the palace immediately. The emperor has worked hard during this time. It's better not to be too tired when Aunt Xu is just pregnant, Your Majesty, why don't you help her go back to rest?"