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

Feng Muting stood there all the time, watching Su Fuliu busy with his leisure.

Su Fuliu was also busy all the time, so she didn't notice Feng Muting's arrival.

He tried twice, mentioning that he lifted it up, but he couldn't wring it dry. I don't know how the maids who did the laundry dealt with it. They were obviously smaller, so how could they wring them out and dry them?

Su Fuliu didn't know if he hadn't washed it before, so he didn't even think that two people wring these things together, otherwise one person really couldn't wring them dry.

"Oh, it's true." Su Fuliu looked at the things in the basin depressedly, "Don't wring, don't wring, just dry it!"

Looking at Su Fuliu's flustered and strenuous look, Feng Muting felt like laughing.

Su Fuliu gritted her teeth, and lifted it vigorously, first lifted the heavy quilt to dry in the sun.

It took a lot of effort for him to hang the quilt on the bamboo pole, and then went to spread out the wet quilt.

After finishing his work, he took a few big breaths, his arm was almost useless.

After moving his shoulders, he continued to prepare to dry the mattress, but when he turned around, the ground was covered with water dripping from the blanket, causing his feet to slip and his whole body to fall backwards.

The back of his right shoulder just hit the shelf, and he grinned from the pain.

With a bang, the mattress and the bamboo frame fell to the ground.

Originally, Su Fuliu had to fall hard, but he was caught by a steady and strong arm.

He took a closer look and found that it was Feng Muting, he couldn't help being surprised: "Wang, wangye..."

Feng Muting gave him a disgusted look, then helped him to stand upright: "Tell me, what can you do well?"

"..." Su Fuliu frowned, originally he wanted to do something good with good intentions, but in the end he messed up.

He was still thinking about washing these, so that Feng Muting could dissipate his anger, and now it was all over, the anger did not dissipate, and it rose again slowly.

He really has more success than failure!

He rubbed his sore shoulder and lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong and was being scolded by Feng Muting.

Feng Muting only felt a bit of a pain in the head: "These things can only be done by maids. Your duty is to follow and serve me, understand?"

"Yes……"

"Let's go, wait for the servant girl to clean up here." Feng Muting glanced at him and left first.

Su Fuliu pursed her lips, and then followed.

After returning to the room, Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was in a state of distress: "If you don't have that diamond, don't take on that porcelain job! Look at you, those who don't know think you are being chased by a dog!"

"..." Su Fuliu had nothing to say, and did not dare to say anything.

"With your little strength, what are you washing? I see you lifting water from the well. I'm afraid you are not strong enough, and you will be taken into the well by that bucket of water!"

"..." Su Fuliu also felt very helpless, obviously trying to coax Feng Muting, but in the end, Feng Muting disliked him even more.

Feng Muting reprimanded him for a long time, and saw that Su Fuliu was silent, and saw that he was moving his right shoulder, presumably it was the same as the bump just now, and it hurt.

Therefore, Feng Muting sent his servants to the doctor's office to bring medicinal wine.

Su Fuliu looked at him, and asked: "Is there something wrong, my lord? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

He seized the opportunity and wanted to show off, the provincial Feng Muting always detested him.

But in the end, Feng Muting still gave him a blank look, and looked at him like a fool: "Take off your clothes."

Su Fuliu's eyes widened immediately, and she took two steps back in fright: "My lord, the young one is not that kind of person!"