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

"My lord, this medicinal wine is really effective. Of course, my lord kneaded it well. I obviously feel that my shoulders don't hurt so much when I woke up today. I think it will be fine after I knead today." Su Fuliu sat there with her back facing her. Zhuofeng Mu Ting said.

He couldn't see Feng Muting's expression, nor could he see the injury on his shoulder.

Feng Muting said with twinkling eyes: "It's just that you don't feel the pain anymore, but the bruises on the back are still not gone, at least you have to rub it for three to five days before it will heal."

"Ah, will it take that long?" Su Fuliu was a little distressed.

Feng Muting was immediately dissatisfied and said: "This king has worked so hard to help you massage every day without saying anything. Are you impatient here?"

"No, my lord, the little one is not impatient, the little one just thinks that the injury is too slow to heal, not only delaying the little one to serve the lord, but also bothering the lord to take care of the little one every day, the little one really feels a little sad I'm sorry." Su Fuliu waved his hands quickly.

"There's nothing to feel sorry for. This king didn't say anything, so you can just take care of it with peace of mind." Feng Muting said.

"Yes... But I still have to thank the lord, the lord is really kind to the little one." Su Fuliu smiled, and speaking of it, Feng Muting was really kind to him.

Although he is also very fierce to him, but at the same time he is also very caring.

"Just know that the king treats you well." Feng Muting sat down and began to rub Su Fuliu, "After you recover, you have to think about how to repay the king for his hard work these days."

Su Fuliu nodded: "Don't worry, my lord, even if my lord doesn't say anything, I will think about it."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it." Feng Muting smiled.

In fact, Su Fuliu already had an idea in his heart, so he waited to do it after he recovered.

After kneading, Feng Muting left. He returned to the study and called Su Yan: "Go and call the doctor."

"Call the doctor? Is your lord feeling uncomfortable?" Su Yan asked with concern.

If Feng Muting really felt uncomfortable, he didn't know about it, then it would be his negligence.

"If you are told to call the doctor, then go and call the doctor. Why are you asking so many questions?" Feng Muting was a little displeased.

"Yes..." Su Yan nodded, and hurried to call the doctor.

"My lord." The government doctor cupped his hands.

Feng Muting nodded slightly, and after thinking about it, he asked, "I just want to ask you a question."

"My lord, please speak."

"If it is a traumatic injury, it has already been rubbed with medicinal wine, can I continue to rub it?"

"Since it's ready, there's no need to continue kneading."

Feng Muting paused for a moment, then shook his head, and asked another way: "What I mean is, if it's already cured, but I still want to continue kneading, will there be any impact?"

"No."

"It won't hurt if you keep kneading after it's done, right?"

"Yes."

Feng Muting nodded: "Yes, this king knows."

"However, the medicine is three-point poisonous. Although it is an external medicine, it is definitely not good if it is used like this all the time."

"Just continue kneading for another three or five days, doesn't it affect it?"

The government doctor shook his head: "If it's only three or five days, then it's fine."

"Okay, I understand, let's step back." Feng Muting waved his hand.

On the other hand, Su Yan was thinking about why Feng Muting asked such a question.

Speaking of medicinal wine, Su Fuliu is the only person who has used medicinal wine in the house these two days.

Moreover, he knew that every time Feng Muting rubbed Su Fuliu himself.

Now that Feng Muting is asking this question, it is obviously...

At that moment, Su Yan looked at Feng Muting in surprise as if he had discovered the truth.

"Su Yan, why are you looking at me like this?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Yan immediately withdrew his gaze, and said, "It's all because the prince is so good-looking, I can't help but be fascinated."

He wanted to lighten the awkwardness with humor.

However, Feng Muting would only make people more embarrassing. After hearing this, he said: "This word came out of your mouth, and this king felt uncomfortable after hearing it. You should still be that serious Su Yan, don't What kind of humorous route to take, the style is too incompatible."

"...Yes." Su Yan was speechless for a while.

At this time, a servant hurried over: "My lord, it's not good!"