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

"Su Fuliu, shut up for me!" Feng Muting shouted.

This guy, why are there so many questions, and all of them are stupid questions!

Su Fuliu immediately pursed her lips, not daring to speak.

The government doctor took out the ointment and was about to go over to give Feng Muting the medicine, but he heard Feng Muting say, "Let Su Fuliu come."

Su Fuliu froze for a moment, then went to take the ointment from the doctor's hand.

"Will the prince still hurt after rubbing this ointment?" He asked.

The doctor nodded: "Of course it hurts."

"Okay, I got it." When Su Fuliu thought that Feng Muting would still be in pain when he applied the ointment, he didn't dare, fearing that he would hurt Feng Muting later.

Feng Muting glanced at Su Fuliu, and then said to the doctor: "This is nothing to do with you, step back."

"Yes."

Feng Muting thought for a while, then said: "Go out and close the door."

"Yes." The doctor left the room with his hands clasped behind him, and closed the door behind him.

Su Fuliu took the ointment and sat on the side of the bed, looking at the wound on Feng Muting's back: "My lord, the doctor just said that it will hurt a little bit, please bear with it, but if the little one hits hard, you have to Just a little reminder."

"Ah."

Su Fuliu took a deep breath, and began to help Feng Muting apply the ointment seriously.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Muting didn't say a word.

He knew that if he uttered a word, it would hurt even more, because Su Fuliu would definitely shake his hands in fright, and when he shook, his hands would easily become heavy, and if they were heavy, they would hurt.

So he kept silent.

It wasn't until Su Fuliu finished applying the ointment that he breathed a sigh of relief.

And Su Fuliu let out a long sigh of relief, but then he reacted to a question...

This seems to be his room!

"My lord, just now the mansion doctor said that you can't get out of bed for a few days, so, that means you have to lie on the bed for a few days..."

"Well, what happened?"

"Yes, but this is a small room..."

Feng Muting frowned: "This king didn't despise you, but you did?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, that's not what the little one meant, the little one just wanted to ask, where the prince lives here, where does the little one live..."

Feng Muting looked at him and said deliberately: "Then you live in my king's room?"

Su Fu Liu repeatedly waved his hands: "That's the prince's room, how can the small one live in it!"

"It's not like you haven't lived there before."

"That's different. It was a special reason before."

"Now is also a special reason."

Su Fuliu shook his head, he definitely can't live there, not to mention it's against the rules, just say that Feng Muting lives in his room, he lives in Feng Muting's room, those who don't know are still wondering what's going on with them.

"The palace is so big, if you are small, just go to any servant's room and sleep with them for a few days."

Feng Muting was immediately unhappy, he said with a straight face: "Is your bed not enough for two people?"

"Enough... But, how can the young one share a bed with the prince..."

"You can squeeze with the servants, but you can't squeeze with the king. Do you think that the king is not as good as the servants?"

Hearing this, Su Fuliu was really scared to death, he quickly said: "No, no, the little one doesn't mean that, the little one is a servant, of course the servant sleeps with the servant, how can I sleep with the prince?" sleep!"

"But don't forget, you are the king's personal attendant, and the king was injured because of you. Don't you have to take care of the king? If you sleep with those servants, who will take care of the king?" Feng Muting asked again.

Su Fuliu thought for a while: "It seems to be the same... Then, the little one can sleep on the floor here."

I thought he was staying here, but Feng Moting had nothing to say, but when Feng Moting heard that he was going to sleep on the floor, he exploded again...