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

Feng Muting slapped Su Fuliu on the back of the head: "Rewrite!"

Of course, that slap was very light.

He was just dissatisfied with Su Fuliu's perfunctory attitude, and asked him to write a self-criticism and a guarantee letter.

Su Fuliu was frightened and quickly put down the brush, then crumpled the two pieces of paper into a ball and discarded them.

Then I dipped the ink again and picked up the pen, but I didn't know what to write for a long time.

"I haven't written for a long time, it looks like I don't know where I went wrong." Feng Muting said.

When Su Fuliu heard this, he immediately called out with excitement, and then he started to write a whole page with the help of a god, full of self-criticism.

For example, you shouldn't run away, you shouldn't open your eyes to money, and so on.

And deeply reflect on it.

Then the letter of guarantee naturally followed the letter of self-criticism, guaranteeing that he would never run away again, promise that he would never turn his back on money, and so on.

"It's almost there."

Hearing this, Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Muting picked up the two pieces of paper he had written, and took a look again: "This letter of guarantee is clearly written, if you dare to commit another crime next time, don't blame the king for making you copy the letter of guarantee." Three days and nights!"

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, he knew that he would not write so many words!

No wonder Feng Muting disliked him for being too perfunctory at first.

Feng Muting said: "Okay, go to rest after finishing writing, and continue to work tomorrow! You are here to work in the palace, not to enjoy the blessings!"

Su Fuliu nodded, then went back to the bed and lay down.

After he lay down, he closed his eyes.

He couldn't speak, he could only close his eyes, which was enough for Feng Moting to understand that he was going to sleep, and Feng Moting would leave.

But in the end, when he heard the rustling sound like undressing, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then opened his eyes.

Just saw Feng Muting taking off his clothes.

He spat out the medicine in his mouth in fright, and then said: "My lord, what are you 'catching', you can't, the little 'your shit' is not a 'worm'!"

As he said that, he quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

"..." Feng Muting looked at him speechlessly, then took the clothes he had just taken off to hang up and threw him directly in the face, "There is something wrong with my eyes, I can help dig it out!"

Su Fuliu blinked and looked at the angry Feng Muting, and couldn't help being stunned again and again, and then realized that he was in Feng Muting's room now...

So, he threw the quilt immediately, and then jumped off the bed: "I'm sorry for the 'shit', the little one... there is no 'flower', but now the 'flower' has appeared, and the little one has an 'elbow' now!"

After finishing speaking, he ran away without even wearing his shoes.

When he went out, he kicked the threshold with his foot, and he let out a wow in pain, but before the second sound came out, he covered it back.

He covered his mouth, and then ran away with a few steps and jumps.

It was as if Feng Muting could eat him up if he stayed for just a second longer.

Feng Muting looked at him leaving in a state of embarrassment, and shook his head.

The next day, after Su Fuliu got up early, he obediently went to see Feng Muting. After all, he was Feng Muting's personal attendant, so naturally he had to follow him.

He came to Feng Muting's room, and Feng Muting just got up.

He hurried over to dress Feng Muting.

Feng Muting glanced at him: "Is your tongue better?"

Su Fuliu nodded: "Better."

"En." Feng Muting responded.

Afterwards, Su Fuliu helped him wash and wash until he had breakfast.

At this time, a servant came to report: "My lord, the son of the Duke Protector's mansion and the princess are here."