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

Su Fuliu originally sat obediently on the bed in the side hall, waiting for Feng Muting to come back.

But it didn't take long to see someone coming, and he wondered why Feng Muting came back so soon.

But looking up, it wasn't Feng Muting who came back, but Feng Muling.

Feng Muling originally came over secretly to take a look, thinking that if Feng Muting was there, she would go back, if Feng Muting was not, she could go in and see Su Fuliu.

As a result, it was so lucky that she came in when Feng Muting was not there.

After entering, I saw Su Fuliu sitting on the bed blankly, with gauze wrapped on his head, white and blank, really too much like a cute rabbit.

She walked over with excitement: "Su Fuliu, I came to see you, are you better?"

Seeing that it was Feng Muling who came, Su Fuliu resisted a little, after all he knew that this woman wanted to trick him.

So he looked at her with some precautions, and said: "The little one is fine, don't worry about the princess."

"I know, I was wrong last time. I shouldn't have treated you that way. This time I came to see you, and by the way, I came to apologize to you. Please forgive me. Can we be friends?" Feng Muling asked.

"The princess thinks too much of the little one. The little one is just a servant of Prince Ting's mansion. How can I make friends with the princess? The princess should not embarrass the little one." Su Fuliu directly refused.

Looking at his stubborn appearance, Feng Muling was really going to die of anger.

She took the initiative again and again, and now she just asked him to be friends with her, but he refused.

"It's so hard to talk to you, I just want to make friends with you, don't tell me I'm not worthy of making friends with you as a dignified princess?" Feng Muling asked.

Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's not that the princess is unworthy, it's that the little one is unworthy."

"Then the princess doesn't dislike your humble status now, you just agree, why do you always refuse?" Feng Muling said dissatisfied.

It was at this time that Feng Muting opened the door and walked in: "He belongs to my king, without my king's consent, he can't be the master."

Feng Muling was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Feng Muting striding over, she couldn't help swallowing, and then said weakly: "Brother Emperor, you, you are back."

Feng Muting glanced at her, then walked over to the bedside, and first glanced at Su Fuliu.

He was very satisfied with Su Fuliu's performance of ignoring Feng Muling just now.

Then he looked at Feng Muling and said, "If I don't come back, maybe you will have some bad ideas about my people again."

Feng Muling laughed dryly immediately, and then waved his hands: "Brother Tinghuang misunderstood, how dare I, I came here specially to apologize to him, and then wanted to be friends with him."

"No need, he is just a servant, you are a princess, he can't climb high, this is the palace, I don't want to embarrass you too much, you can go." Feng Muting said expressionlessly.

Feng Muling really wanted to refute a few words, but because the other party was Feng Muting, she dared not.

So, she could only give Su Fuliu a unwilling look, then turned and left.

After she left, Feng Muting turned to look at Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu also looked up at him with big innocent eyes blinking, and said as if asking for credit: "My lord, the little one is very good, but the little one just doesn't have any relationship with the princess!"

After speaking, he was like a child waiting to be praised, with anticipation on his face.

Seeing his obedient appearance, Feng Muting stretched out his hand...