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

Su Fuliu stood there with some unease in his heart, and pulled himself together, fearing that something might happen later.

The emperor looked at Feng Muting, and nodded: "Looking at Ting'er's complexion, it seems that she is really all right, I can finally feel relieved."

Feng Muting replied: "I'm making my father worry, this cup of wine, I will respect my father."

"Okay, okay." The emperor raised his wine glass with a smile.

Su Fuliu secretly glanced at the emperor, the emperor seemed to like Feng Muting's son very much, he always smiled when he saw Feng Muting.

Feng Murai also raised his glass: "Brother Huang, I also offer you a toast."

Feng Muting glanced at him, then raised his wine glass in return, but didn't say anything.

At this time, a childish voice suddenly sounded: "I want to toast the emperor's uncle too!"

As he said that, he saw a little milk bun around four or five years old walking directly in front of Feng Muting holding a wine glass.

Feng Muting was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Children can't drink alcohol."

Xiaonai Baozi said: "This is not wine, it's milk."

Feng Muting raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, then clinked glasses with him: "Thank you."

The little milk bun puffed up his milk fat and said: "Uncle Huang, you are welcome. I wish Uncle Huang good health, and find me an aunt Huang to come back soon."

Feng Muting slightly raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

The little milk bun started to giggle, the bulging milk fat became more obvious, Su Fuliu looked at the child, and really wanted to go and pinch that elastic milk fat.

"One Treasure." Someone called out.

Yibao glanced back, and then said to Feng Muting: "Uncle Huang, then I'll go back and sit down."

Feng Muting nodded and watched him go back.

After Yibao went back and sat down, he did not forget to follow Feng Muting and wave his little paw as a signal.

Feng Muting didn't know why, Yibao seemed to like him very much.

Looking at Feng Yixuan's appearance, he probably wondered that his son was not that close to him, but on the contrary, he was so close to his cousin.

The emperor looked at it and smiled, and then said: "Don't look at Ting'er who always looks serious on weekdays, but she is especially liked by Yibao's nephew and grandson. We have a family and have given birth to a few grandchildren for me."

Su Fuliu secretly laughed when he heard this.

Feng Muting's ears are very sharp, as soon as Su Fuliu smiled, he looked back at him.

He was so scared that he immediately pursed his lips.

Later, the emperor said, "It just so happens that a lot of famous daughters came here today, why don't I make a match?"

"No need, father, my son doesn't care about these things." Feng Muting immediately refused.

"Ting'er, don't be embarrassed. This man is always going to marry a wife and have children. I heard that the little princess of the Duke Huguo's mansion..."

Before the emperor finished speaking, Feng Muting replied directly: "Thank you for your kindness, but my son really doesn't plan to start a family yet, please don't force your father."

Xiao Luo was ready to be accused of marriage, and he couldn't hide the excitement on his little face, but Feng Muting refused the emperor directly without waiting for the emperor to finish speaking.

Her smile froze instantly.

Seeing that Feng Mu Ting had said this, the emperor couldn't say anything more, he could only laugh a few times, and then said: "It seems that I still have to count on the crown prince to give me a grandson first."

Feng Muting said: "The prince has to work harder, there are so many women in the East Palace, it should be easy to get good news."

"Of course." Feng Murray raised his eyebrows.

But in fact, he has been working hard, but none of those women are up to date.

Su Fuliu had been standing silently by the side, on this occasion, he didn't even have the right to raise his head casually.

But that's fine, he has to exist like air to be safe.

But at this time...