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

After Su Fuliu went in without authorization, he found Feng Muting standing there, and there were two disheveled women standing in front of him.

He couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then he understood, no wonder Feng Muting refused to let him in.

It turned out to be Jinwu Zangjiao.

Feng Muting didn't expect Su Fuliu to barge in boldly: "Didn't this king tell you to go back and rest?!"

But he also saw the food in Su Fuliu's hands, it seems that Su Fuliu should have cooked it specially for him.

But now this scene, he is a little hard to explain.

Su Fuliu glanced at the two women, feeling a little unhappy.

Perhaps it was because his intentions were in vain.

"Firstly, the prince coughed in the small room. The small one thought that the prince was not feeling well, so he wanted to come over to see the prince. He knew that the prince liked to eat the dishes made by the young one.

So I specially prepared some, just now the prince didn't let the little one in, the little one was really worried, afraid that the prince would have something to do, so he barged in without authorization,

I'm sorry, my lord, I interrupted your good business, the little one made a mistake, I'll leave now, and I will punish you for copying the letter of acknowledgment and guarantee, the lord continues..."

After finishing speaking, Su Fuliu hurriedly turned around and left the room with the food in hand. When he left the room, he did not forget to close the door.

Feng Muting clicked his tongue lightly, he was really fascinated by ghosts, why did he want to find two women!

This is all right, big misunderstanding.

He looked impatiently at the two women in front of him: "Go away!"

After speaking, he took a step ahead.

Immediately, he left the study and went to find Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu returned to the room, put the food on the table, then sat down, propped his chin with his hands, stared at the food in front of him in a daze.

He is very uncomfortable now.

do not know why.

If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have gone in.

What is he worrying about.

The prince said it was fine, why did he want to break into it.

If you disturb the good things of the prince, you have to add trouble yourself.

Su Fuliu sighed: "The meals I have worked so hard to cook, can't be wasted, let's eat them myself!"

After talking to himself, he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat.

And at this time, Feng Muting strode in: "Don't you say it's for me, why are you eating it yourself?"

"It's not because the prince doesn't have time to eat, but he can't waste it, so I'm going to eat it myself." Su Fuliu replied.

Feng Muting walked over and sat down, and glanced at the meal prepared by Su Fuliu on the table: "Your shoulder is still injured, can you cook?"

"My lord was joking, if you can't make it, where do you get these meals?"

Feng Muting didn't expect that one day, he would be stunned by Su Fuliu until he choked.

"This king has tasted the fish soup made by you twice, and this is the first time you have cooked other dishes, so this king has to try it out." As he said, he took the chopsticks from Su Fuliu's hand, Started to taste it.

Su Fuliu said, "My lord came here to eat, what about the two women in your room?"

"Drive away."

"Just drive away? Your lord...is your lord so fast?" Su Fuliu said, he looked at Feng Muting and glanced down.

Feng Muting was stunned, and then poked his head with his index finger: "You're thinking about it again, this king has nothing to do with them, this king is... just..."

"What is it?"

"Isn't it okay to ask them to discuss poetry and songs?" Feng Muting replied.

He is also a little speechless, he is a majestic prince, he would use such a lame reason.

And it was to explain to a servant.

"My lord, do you think you can believe me?" Su Fuliu asked back.

"Why can't you believe it? This king can still tell lies, how dare you question this king?!" Feng Muting felt that he still had to rely on fierceness to subdue Su Fuliu.

Sure enough, when he was fierce, Su Fuliu faltered.

"I dare not..."

"Ben Wang said he didn't touch them if he didn't touch them, don't you believe it?"

"Small letters, small letters."

"This king is telling the truth, this king really didn't touch them!"

"Hmm...Actually..." Su Fuliu replied.