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

Su Fuliu was so frightened that he couldn't help pursing his mouth. Feng Muting is good everywhere, but this is his bad temper.

Turning your face is like flipping a book, even though you were very gentle just now, how can you say that you became irritable when you were irritable?

He thought he didn't seem to have done anything wrong?

"Yes, my little one will leave..." But no matter what, he had to listen to Feng Muting. If Feng Muting told him to leave, he just had to leave.

Feng Muling watched Su Fuliu leave with nostalgia in his eyes.

"I'm fine. You can go back after you read it." Feng Muting said directly.

Feng Muling thought for a while, and then said: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, why don't I just stay and take care of Brother Tinghuang?"

"My mansion is sufficient, so I don't need to bother you. You are a princess, how can you do such a thing of serving others?"

"Oh, it's okay. Although I'm a princess, I'm also brother Tinghuang's imperial sister. It's normal for a younger sister to take care of her brother."

Could Feng Muting not know what Feng Muling was planning, so he said directly: "I am not a fool, I know what you are thinking, but you are a princess, he is just a servant, don't mess around."

"Brother Tinghuang, what's the matter with you? You also said that he is just a servant. Why do you care so much? I have taken a fancy to him, but I didn't say that I must have an official title with him. But princess, it’s okay to raise a face, right?”

Feng Muting was lying on his stomach all the time because of his back injury, but after hearing Feng Muling's words, he immediately sat up, because the movement was too big and the wound was involved, and he frowned in pain.

"If you want to raise a noodle head, you can find it elsewhere, don't play with the idea of ​​the master of the palace!"

Feng Muling looked at Feng Muting who was looking unhappy, and was also a little apprehensive.

Everyone in the world knows what kind of temper her imperial brother has, so how can she not know.

"Brother Tinghuang, don't be angry, I... I just want to..."

"You can't even think about it. If you want to face the head, let someone search for it yourself. If you want to raise a hundred and one thousand, this king will not bother you, but if you dare to take the idea of ​​the master of this palace, don't blame this king. Don't care about the relationship between brothers and sisters."

Who would not tremble when Feng Muting lost his temper, let alone Feng Muling, a little girl.

"Don't dare, don't dare, brother Tinghuang has said so, how dare I."

"Well, let's go, the king is going to rest." Feng Muting directly issued the order to evict the guest.

Feng Muling rolled his eyes, then nodded: "Okay, then I'll go first, brother Tinghuang take a good rest."

With that, she turned and left.

Feng Muting frowned and looked at her leaving back.

After Feng Muling left Feng Muting's room, he did not leave, but ran to find Su Fuliu secretly.

She thought that Feng Muting was resting in the room anyway, and he would not know if she secretly went to find Su Fuliu.

After he asked, he knew where Su Fuliu's room was.

At this time, Su Fuliu was like a puffer fish, sitting in the room angrily, thinking about how to behave well, why did Feng Muting lose his temper again.

Always so irritable, who can stand it in the future!

There was a knock on the door of this room.

When he came back to his senses, he got up and went to open the door, only to find Feng Muling standing at the door.

He froze for a moment: "Is there something the princess wants to do with the little one?"

Feng Muling smiled, but didn't answer, but walked in first consciously.

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Feng Muling who was "inspecting" in his room, feeling a little baffled: "Is there something wrong with the princess?"