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

After hearing this question, Feng Mulei couldn't help but said, "What does Brother Xuanhuang mean by this? Are you doubting us?"

"This king didn't say anything, and this king was just wondering who it would be. The crown prince doesn't need to react so much. It would seem a little self-deprecating." Feng Yixuan replied.

Feng Mulei choked: "Brother Xuanhuang, what you said is a bit too much. Although my nephew almost had an accident in the palace, there is no guarantee that it was not caused by someone sneaking into the palace. Biting us."

Feng Yixuan glanced at him, then looked at the emperor, and said: "Your majesty, the emperor's nephew didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, it's a bit too..."

The emperor also took a look at Feng Mulei, and replied: "I will definitely investigate this matter. The prince said this because he was afraid that you might misunderstand something, so he was eager to explain."

"That's right, I'm just afraid that you might misunderstand, this matter has nothing to do with us." Seeing that the emperor helped him speak, Feng Mulei regained his confidence.

Feng Muting, who had been silent all this time, said: "Since something like this happened, let's end tonight's palace banquet. Father and Emperor will go back to rest earlier, and my son will still wait here."

"It's just a servant, is it worth letting the emperor care so much?" Feng Mulei asked.

Feng Muting glanced at him: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the prince whether it's worth it or not."

Feng Murray choked.

The emperor said: "Okay, let's go."

Then the group left, only Xiao Nian was still standing there.

Feng Muting glanced at him: "Why is Xiao Shizi still here?"

"Su..."

"Xiao Shizi is too greedy, isn't it enough to have Wen Hongye?"

Xiao Nian's eyes narrowed slightly: "What is the meaning of the prince's words?"

"It means literally, don't you understand?"

"My lord is too much in charge."

"Su Fuliu is my king's man, so of course this king has to take care of it. Prince Xiao, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you dare to play Su Fuliu's idea, you will bear the consequences."

"Does the lord really think that you can cover the sky with one hand?!" Xiao Nian frowned, and his tone was a bit unkind, unusually gentle.

"Oh." Feng Muting sneered, "Then Xiao Shizi can just try it!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to listen to Xiao Nian anymore, so he went into the hall and closed the hall door.

Xiao Nian stood outside the hall, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

After Feng Muting went in, he continued to stand there watching the imperial doctor treat Su Fuliu.

I don't know how long I stood there, until the imperial doctor bandaged Su Fuliu, then walked over: "Is there nothing serious?"

"It's hard to say. After all, it was the head that was injured. It's still his life. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been crushed to death long ago." The imperial doctor replied.

"Then what's going on now?"

"Now it depends on when he can wake up. If he can wake up within three days, he will be fine. If he can't..." The imperial doctor stopped at this point, and Feng Muting knew what was going on without saying anything.

"Then the king now wants to take him back to the palace, is it possible?" Feng Muting asked again.

The imperial doctor shook his head: "My lord, don't move him for now, you have to wait until he wakes up."

"Okay, I know." Feng Muting nodded slightly.

"Then, my minister will leave."

"Ah."

After the imperial doctor left, Feng Muting walked to the bed and sat down. He looked at the unconscious Su Fuliu and said...

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The author says:

I was wrong, I don’t know why, every time I just wrote this and got stuck, spread my hands. (OS has the cheek to yell loudly: Babies, remember the five-star praise after reading it!! Feel free to speak up if you have anything to say! Jiujiu will definitely reply in time if you see it!)