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

The government doctor had no choice but to leave.

Without daring to delay for a moment, Feng Muting helped Su Fuliu up and let him sit cross-legged, and he also sat cross-legged behind Su Fuliu, and then began to circulate his internal energy.

He sent a steady stream of internal energy into Su Fuliu's body, and after an unknown amount of time, both of them were sweating profusely.

But Su Fuliu still had no intention of waking up, Feng Muting frowned, raised his breath and continued to channel his internal energy.

But as the doctor said, no matter how strong Feng Muting's internal energy was, Su Fuliu was seriously injured, and what he needed was not a single bit of internal energy to save his life.

But he still refused to let go, even if he risked his life, he still wanted to save Su Fuliu.

Just when Feng Muting was about to lose his hold, he finally heard Su Fuliu coughing.

Apparently he woke up.

He breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his internal strength.

He himself took a few breaths, and then supported Su Fuliu to lie down.

Su Fuliu coughed a few more times, although he didn't open his eyes, it was a good thing if there was movement.

Afterwards, he called the government doctor again and asked the doctor to show Su Fuliu another look. After reading it, he laughed: "Okay, okay, his life is saved."

Only then did Feng Muting feel relieved, and then he was exhausted and almost fell down.

The mansion doctor hurriedly supported him: "My lord, you have consumed too much internal energy. The soup that I made for you should be cured. After the lord drank the soup, go to rest quickly."

"but he……"

"Don't worry, my lord, Su Fuliu is fine, you should go to rest first, otherwise, if you fall down, he wakes up and knows that the lord fell down because of him, can't you blame yourself to death?"

Feng Muting felt that what the government doctor said was very reasonable, how could he still not understand Su Fuliu, who has a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

If you don't speak, you still look like a shrewd person.

Once you speak, you can know that this is a fool, and he is the kind that is easy to deceive.

But he is also extraordinarily kind. If he knew that he had fallen down in order to save him, he would be crying because of self-blame.

So, he nodded his head, asked someone to bring the soup and drank it, then looked at Su Fuliu and went to rest.

Not long after Feng Muting left, Su Fuliu fully woke up.

He opened his eyes, blinked a few times, then raised his hand and looked.

He thought he was going to die.

The result is not.

Feng Muting must have found the doctor in time to save him.

Thinking of Feng Muting, he also had lingering fears.

This time, Feng Muting almost couldn't come back.

Although he didn't participate and didn't have the heart to attack Feng Muting, but after all, he would come to Prince Ting's mansion because he was bought by someone who wanted to kill Feng Muting.

It's just that his conscience discovered that he didn't want to harm Mo Ting.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt ashamed to stay in the palace any longer.

If Feng Muting knew the truth, he would definitely be annoyed.

So, he got up and got out of bed. Although his body was weak, he could still walk.

He found a pen and paper, and wrote all the ins and outs of the incident on the paper, a full two pages.

After finishing writing, he pressed the two pages of paper with the ink table, then sorted some clothes and packed them.

Su Fuliu glanced at the house where he had lived for a while, pursed his lips, then sighed, and quietly left with his bag on his shoulders.

After Feng Muting woke up, the first thing he did was go to see Su Fuliu, and he didn't know if he woke up.

But when he came to Su Fuliu's room, he only saw neatly stacked quilts, but Su Fuliu's figure was not there.

He frowned, and just caught a glimpse of the letter on the table, so he walked over quickly, reached out and picked up the two-page letter, and read it quickly with his eyes lowered.

After reading it, Feng Muting slapped the letter on the table: "Su Fuliu, you fool!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran out of the room.

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The author says:

Oh, the little crying bag ran away again...