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

"After all, you are the number one card in Wangyoulou. If you sing songs, people who listen to them will give you money, but now, you are not the number one card in Wangyoulou, and this king is your master. Naturally, I can give you money at any time." Listen to your singing, and others are not qualified."

Feng Muting replied.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, then laughed: "It turns out that the prince doesn't want the doctor to listen."

"Of course, you are the number one player in Wangyou Tower. The song you sing is naturally the best in the world, and you are now the king's attendant, so naturally you can only sing it to me in the future. Sing it secretly to others, this king will poison you!"

Feng Muting threatened again.

"..." Su Fuliu choked speechlessly, come on, now his voice is not his own either.

Broken legs, tongue pulled out, poisonous dumb, what else, just come on!

"Did you hear that?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Feng Muting asked again.

Su Fuliu nodded: "I heard, the little one has no chance to sing for others now."

"What do you mean by that, if you have a chance, you will sing for others?" Feng Muting raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

He shook his head: "The little one doesn't mean that. The little one just wants to say that it's impossible to sing for others. From now on, the young one will only sing for the prince alone."

"That's about the same, so let's sing it now?" Feng Muting said.

But Su Fuliu said: "Actually, before the prince rubbed the young one's shoulders, the young one said that he must thank the prince well after waiting. At that time, the young one also wanted to play the piano and sing a little song for the prince. Now it's just right, so I sang along with you." .”

But Feng Muting said dissatisfied: "Singing together? It's too perfunctory, of course it's one time, how can it be done twice."

"But the younger ones agreed to sing to the lord and only sing to the lord in the future, so the lord wants to listen to it anytime in the future, and the younger ones can sing to the lord anytime." Su Fuliu replied.

After Feng Muting heard it, he thought for a while: "It seems to be the same, then you should sing first. I haven't heard you sing a little song before. If you can become the top card in Wangyoulou, no one here has the ability to play the piano and sing songs." Comparable."

Su Fuliu snorted: "That's right, I can't guarantee anything else, but in terms of talent, there are few rivals."

Feng Muting chuckled and said: "It seems that if you are my servant, I won't suffer."

"Hmph, of course the lord won't suffer. Where can you find such a talented attendant as my little one!" Su Fuliu looked smug.

"Tsk, I don't know whose tail is up to the sky." Feng Muting said.

Su Fuliu snorted again, and then asked: "Would the lord want some water?"

"No, you can go back and take a shower first, look at you, it's pitch black, like a coal ball." Feng Muting said.

"My lord is ashamed to say it's small, but my lord looks like a briquette."

"You are darker."

"My lord is darker. My lord's skin is not as white as before, so now it's all turned into briquettes. Naturally, my lord is even darker." Su Fuliu quibbled.

"Okay, okay, this king is darker, this king is even darker." Feng Muting stopped arguing with him.

Su Fuliu looked triumphant, and said: "In the first place."

"Yes, yes, it was originally, so I would like to ask, can you wash this little black thing in front of me now, otherwise, when it gets dark, I won't be able to see this little thing."

Su Fuliu pursed her lips, and then stood up: "The little one is going to wash, when the little one is done washing, I will fetch some water and help the prince to wipe it."

"En." Feng Muting nodded.

Su Fuliu hurried to take a bath.

He didn't dare to wash for too long, after all, the government doctor had told him to watch Feng Muting carefully, these two days are the most likely time to be infected and have a fever.

So, he hurried over after washing, brought water to help Feng Muting scrub.

Feng Muting saw the white and clean Su Fuliu coming, and smiled: "This is the good-looking Su Fuliu, what was that thing before, it's too ugly."

Su Fuliu snorted: "The little one is washed clean now and looks better, but the prince is still dark, if he is ugly, he is ugly!"

"You are getting bolder and bolder, you dare to scold me, don't you?" Feng Muting replied, pretending to be serious.

Su Fuliu is a person who is not scared, and when he saw Feng Muting's face changed, he naturally didn't dare to joke with him.

Immediately went over and said: "The little one is wrong, the little one will be scrubbed clean for the prince."

Feng Muting didn't speak, just watched Su Fuliu wring his handkerchief over and wipe his face, neck and hands...

"My lord is really dirty, the water is black." Su Fuliu muttered.

Feng Muting said, "Isn't your bath water black?"

"..." Su Fuliu pursed her lips, noncommittal.

Feng Muting chuckled lightly, and then his face gradually became serious.

Seeing him like this, Su Fuliu couldn't help being a little scared: "My lord, why are you so serious again, did you do something wrong again?"