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

"No." Feng Muting said without turning his head.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, and then said: "Yes, but this is obviously the way to the small room..."

"This king knows." Feng Muting said.

"...Ah?" Su Fuliu was taken aback again, thought for a while, and then said, "My lord, you... don't you still want to sleep in a small room?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"Of course you can. After all, this is your palace, and you have the final say on everything, but... if you live here, the younger one should ask the butler to arrange a room for the younger one, right? You can't keep crowded Sleep with the prince."

Su Fuliu felt that Feng Muting was so strange.

If you don't sleep in a luxurious big room, you have to sleep in his ordinary servant's room.

Oh no, his servant's room is not ordinary, because he lives in this room alone.

The other servants of the palace lived in three or five rooms.

Feng Muting stopped immediately, and then looked back at Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu was startled because he stopped suddenly.

Before Feng Muting could speak, he immediately said: "The young one didn't mean to despise the prince, the young one was simply afraid of crowding the prince, besides, the prince was injured before, so the young one lived in the same room as the prince. Now if we live in another room, the prince will definitely be criticized."

Feng Muting looked at his eagerness to explain, and couldn't help shaking his head: "Your brain is really good and bad."

"???" Su Fuliu didn't understand what he meant.

But Feng Muting didn't intend to explain either.

Instead, keep going.

Su Fuliu didn't speak any more, but followed behind him in a daze.

After arriving in the room, Su Fuliu followed Feng Muting to the bedside: "Is the lord going to rest? That little one..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Muting said, "Lie down on the bed."

Su Fuliu stared at him with wide eyes: "My lord, you, why are you like this...you are really not this kind of person!"

After finishing speaking, Su Fuliu took two steps back and distanced herself from Feng Muting.

"..." Feng Muting was speechless, "I want you to lie on the bed to recuperate. Your head injury, the imperial doctor said, you have to lie on the bed for a few days."

Su Fuliu was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed awkwardly: "Uh...so that's the case, the little one misunderstood, so just say it, how could the prince be such a person, if the prince is such a person, the half of the previous half Yue, the little one has already...well, let's not talk about it, I swear, I will never misunderstand the prince again next time!"

"..." Feng Muting only felt some pain in his brain, he looked at Su Fuliu speechlessly, "Quickly get out of bed and lie down!"

"Yes, yes." Su Fuliu quickly took off his coat and lay down on the bed.

"Call someone if you have anything to do, I will let someone wait outside." Feng Muting said.

"Well, thank you, my lord! My lord is so kind!" Su Fuliu hurriedly patted his ass, after all, he has never worn a flattery, and he has already annoyed Feng Muting since he came out of the palace. Several times.

So take the opportunity to say something nice.

Feng Muting glanced at him and left without a word.

Seeing him go, Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief.

It's shocking every step of the way!

Morning after next day.

Feng Muting came to the emperor's study room: "Father."

"Well, do you know what I asked you to do?" the emperor asked.

"I know." Feng Muting replied.

The emperor nodded: "Well, it's easy to talk to Ting'er, unlike every time you talk to the prince, it takes a lot of effort. Born by a father, why is there such a big difference?"

"Father is the same, but mother is different. What's more, the minister is like the father, but the prince is not." Feng Muting replied directly.

The emperor laughed: "If the empress knows that you say such things, she will definitely be angry."

Feng Muting also replied: "If the emperor doesn't tell the empress, the empress will not be angry."

"You know I won't tell?"

"Father can say such things with a smile, so naturally he won't say it to the queen mother."

The emperor looked at Feng Muting, smiled, and then sighed again: "It would be great if your mother and concubine were still alive..."

Seeing the emperor's suddenly disappointed look, Feng Muting said, "Father came here to ask my son if he has anyone he suspects, who is trying to murder Yibao?"

"Well, it was not easy for me to ask yesterday, so I asked you to come today and see if you have any guesses." The emperor suddenly became serious.

Feng Muting diverted the emperor's attention with one sentence, so that the emperor would no longer be sad because of thinking of his mother and concubine.

"My son thanked my father for his trust first. When such a thing happened, my father did not doubt my son." He looked at the emperor and said.

"If I doubted you, I wouldn't have called you here alone. Besides, it's extremely stupid to do such a thing in the palace. You can't be so ignorant." The emperor replied.

Feng Muting nodded his head: "My son has already guessed who it is, but, if it is really him, will the father send him to the cousin to explain?"