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

"Who is the one who wants to take away this king?" It was Feng Muting, who walked out of the crowd majestically in a python robe.

After the yamen servant saw Feng Muting, he hurriedly bowed, "I have seen the prince."

"Well, what did this king's man commit and you want to take him back to the Yamen?" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu and asked.

"This man is probably related to the death of this woman on earth." The yamen servant cupped his hands.

When Su Fuliu saw Feng Muting, it was as if he saw a savior. He ran over and grabbed Feng Muting's sleeve, "My lord, save the little one, the little one, the little one is wronged."

As long as she survived, Su Fuliu didn't care, anyway, this woman wasn't murdered in the first place.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, "You escaped from the mansion privately and the king hasn't settled with you yet, so you still have the face to ask the king for help?"

Su Fuliu choked, he, he escaped from the mansion because of this!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Muting turned his head to look at the yamen servant again, "This Su Fuliu is a member of my prince's mansion, and my prince's people will never commit murder and arson. I'm afraid there are other people involved in this matter."

When Feng Muting opened his mouth, the yamen servant naturally didn't dare to refute, "Yes, yes, the prince's people would naturally not do such a thing, then this young man will be handed over to the prince, and the young one will search for the suspect again."

"En." Feng Muting responded, and then pulled the sleeve out of Su Fuliu's hand.

Su Fuliu heaved a sigh of relief, he was really blessed and fateful, he met Feng Muting, otherwise he would really be dead.

Feng Muting turned around and took a few steps, and found that Su Fuliu was still standing there, he was dissatisfied and said: "What are you doing standing there, why don't you follow me back to the mansion soon?!"

How dare Su Fuliu refuse to follow, this Feng Muting is not easy to provoke, that's all, if he goes back with Feng Muting, he will not be afraid of the two people who hired him to kill him.

And this Wangyou Building, he can't go back at all.If someone died, wouldn't they be caught again when they go back.

The proprietress stood at the gate of the Wangyou Building and mourned. The money tree walked away again, but she didn't dare to stop him. Who knows King Ting's temper, and the person who dared to stop him might not have been born yet.

Su Fuliu just walked behind Feng Muting like this, he silently swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, he is also a man, why is he so afraid of Feng Muting?

Thinking of this, Su Fuliu took a deep breath and straightened his waist. As a result, Feng Muting just coughed lightly, and he shrank his neck in fright.

After returning to the palace, Su Fuliu wanted to sneak back to his residence, but Feng Muting yelled at him, "Where are you going? Don't forget, you are here to serve me!"

Su Fuliu pursed her mouth, and let out a cry.

It's just that Feng Muting's words are ambiguous, what do you mean he came to serve Feng Muting, although, at first glance, it sounds fine, he is a servant, and he is here to serve the master.

But listening to these words now, I still feel that the taste has changed...

He scrunched his neck, will he lose his innocence sooner or later...

After Su Fuliu followed Feng Muting to the study room, Feng Muting sat at the desk and looked at the booklet. He didn't wait for Su Fuliu's movement for a long time. When he looked up, Su Fuliu was still standing there like a door god.

He frowned, "Su Fuliu!"

Su Fuliu was startled, "What are your orders, my lord?"

"Get over here and give this king a shoulder squeeze." Feng Muting was so angry at Su Fuliu that he lost his temper. When the general attendants saw him sitting here reading papers, they hurriedly brought him a cup of tea.

But Su Fuliu was lucky, he was asked to serve him, but he just stood at the door without moving.

After finishing the order, Feng Muting continued to lower his head to look at the booklet, but Su Fuliu said hesitantly: "My lord, this, this floor is dirty, can the little ones not roll away, but go?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Muting almost squirted his old blood on the paper. He stared at Su Fuliu with wide eyes. He must ask Su Yan some other day, how did he feel about Su Fu at the beginning? Liu is a good material to be a slave!

He dropped the folder in his hand, stood up abruptly, and then walked towards Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu stepped back in fear, but didn't want to trip over the threshold, so she leaned back...