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

"Su Fuliu is my king's man. This king knows what kind of person he is. Even if you give him ten guts, he won't dare to do anything to you. If you want to make calculations, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person."

Feng Muting looked at Feng Muling and said.

Feng Muling was crying and pretending to be pitiful and wronged, but when he saw Su Fuliu's operation, he forgot to cry for a while.

Now when I heard Feng Muting's words, I immediately acted again: "Brother Tinghuang, I am your imperial sister, he is just a little servant, shouldn't Brother Tinghuang stand by my side?"

Feng Muting raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Why does this king stand on your side? You bully this king, this king has to settle accounts with you, but it is precisely because you are the king's sister that you fight That's all for fines, this king only punishes you not to set foot in Prince Ting's mansion again!"

"Brother Tinghuang..."

"Go away now, this king has no patience, so I'll repeat it to you again!" Feng Muting raised his eyebrows coldly, and Feng Muling was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

She just ran away in a hurry, not looking like a princess at all.

Su Fuliu couldn't help but said: "Is this really a princess? Why is it so..."

He really couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe Feng Muling, it simply overturned his impression of the Royal Princess.

"What nonsense are you talking about there, hurry up and help me!" Feng Muting roared.

Su Fuliu came back to his senses, remembering that Feng Muting was still injured, but now he came here, the wound must be very painful.

He immediately ran over and helped Feng Muting: "Little one, help the prince go back to rest."

"Don't you think this king is not painful enough? You have a bed right now, and you want this king to go back?"

Su Fuliu froze for a moment: "But, this small bed, how can it compare with the prince's bed, the prince's bed must be bigger and softer..."

"It's not that you have never slept in my king's bed, so do you think my king's bed is more comfortable than yours?" Feng Muting asked back.

Su Fuliu thought for a while: "It seems to be the same."

"Okay, hurry up and help me lie on my stomach, the wound seems to be bleeding, you go to the doctor to get some ointment and rub it on me." Feng Muting said.

As soon as Su Fuliu heard that his back was bleeding, she was so frightened that she hurriedly helped him to the side of the bed and let him lie on his bed: "Wait a minute, my lord, I'll get you medicine right now."

"En." Feng Muting responded.

Su Fuliu quickly trotted away.

Feng Muting lay there, sniffing the scent of Su Fuliu's hair on the pillow, he actually had a strange feeling.

Not long after, Su Fuliu brought the government doctor over.

The government doctor asked Su Fuliu to help Feng Muting take off his clothes.

Su Fuliu hurried over to help take off Feng Muting's clothes, only to see that the wound on his back was indeed oozing blood.

"Doctor, come and take a look, the wound on the prince's back is bleeding again!" Su Fuliu exclaimed.

The mansion doctor went over and checked it out: "My lord should have recuperated on the bed, but now because I got out of bed and walked around, the wound was torn, so the wound opened again. In the next few days, my lord must not get out of bed." The bed is active, wait until all the wounds have scabbed over."

Hearing this, Feng Muting didn't say anything, but Su Fuliu asked weakly: "If you can't get out of bed and move around, what should the lord do if you want to be convenient?"

The doctor choked, and then said: "I'm afraid you don't know that there is something called a chamber pot in this world."

Su Fuliu smiled awkwardly: "Oh, yes, but...if the prince wants to..."

Before he could finish asking, he saw veins popping out of Feng Muting's forehead...

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The author says:

Little Susu is such a curious baby, her mind is full of embarrassing questions... Reviews, book reviews, enthusiastic discussions!!!)