Feng Muting chuckled: "It's not whipping me, it's whipping the quilt stuffed with cotton. The thorny branches tear the quilt when you whip it, and the cotton inside flies everywhere. My mother used this to scare me, saying that if she whipped me, what would fly wouldn't be cotton, but blood."
Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good. I knew it. How could Consort Yu bear to whip the Prince with a thorny branch?"
"I'm going to get some paper. Wait a moment," Feng Muting said, heading over to the desk to find some.
Su Fuliu couldn't resist going to the bookshelf. He glanced at the books on the shelf and discovered a rare and precious book—Lu Sansi's "Record of Pacifying the Country and Stabilizing the Nation".
He couldn't resist and reached out to take the book out and flip through it.
This is indeed a rare book; the author is truly a master, and his writing is truly extraordinary.
Su Fuliu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Just as he was engrossed in reading, Feng Muting's voice suddenly reached his ears: "You can understand this kind of book?"
Su Fuliu was startled and almost dropped the rare book. He looked at Feng Muting, who had appeared beside him at some point, and calmed himself down: "I can read, what can't I understand?"
“What I mean is that you don’t seem like the type of person who would read this kind of book.”
Su Fuliu smiled awkwardly: "Then, Your Highness, what kind of books do you think I should read?"
“Recipes, chess scores, musical scores,” Feng Muting replied.
Su Fuliu forced a smile, then carefully put the book back: "Your Highness, please forgive me, I couldn't help myself and touched your book..."
"It's just a book, you can read it if you want, but first, fold paper boats," Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu felt ashamed, thinking to himself that the book was Lu Sansi's "Record of Pacifying the Country and Stabilizing the Nation," and there was only one copy in the world! There wasn't even a rubbing of it.
The prince actually said, "That's all."
“Oh…” Su Fuliu took the paper from Feng Muting, walked to the tea table next to her, sat down, and began to fold paper boats.
Feng Muting stood there, staring at Su Fuliu for a while, before glancing at the "Record of Pacifying the Country" that Su Fuliu had put back.
At this moment...
Chapter 109 is really deadly.
Su Fuliu called out, "Your Highness, won't you come and fold paper boats with me?"
It wasn't that he wanted to be lazy; he just felt that since this was for Consort Yu to fold paper boats, Consort Yu would be even happier if Feng Muting folded a few himself.
Feng Muting was slightly taken aback, then walked over and looked at the small boat that Su Fuliu had folded, and said with a straight face, "This king does not fold boats."
"..." This was the first time Su Fuliu had ever seen someone say the word "cannot" so forcefully and clearly!
Feng Muting glanced at him: "What kind of look is that to me?!"
Su Fuliu immediately backed down and said, "No, I was just thinking, Your Highness, would you like to learn? I can teach you, it's very simple."
"It's very simple?"
"Yes, it's very simple."
"Extraordinarily simple?"
"yes!"
"I can't even do something this simple. Are you saying I'm stupid?" Feng Muting retorted.
Su Fuliu choked, realizing that the prince's thought process was indeed extraordinary.
"I...I didn't mean that. So, Your Highness, do you want to learn it or not?"
"study."
"...Then Your Highness, please come and sit down to learn. I will teach you." Su Fuliu felt that Feng Muting was just making excuses for not knowing how to fold paper boats.
Feng Muting sat down and watched how Su Fuliu folded the willow branches.
Su Fuliu quickly folded a small boat and then asked, "Did Your Highness understand?"
"I'll give it a try." Feng Muting picked up a piece of paper and tried to fold it, but in the end... he failed. He frowned and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Su Fuliu quickly reassured him, "Your Highness, don't worry, you've made a mistake in one of your steps."
As he spoke, he demonstrated it to Feng Muting again.
"Alright, that's it. Will Your Highness try again?"
Feng Muting tried again, but... he failed again.
His brows furrowed even deeper, and the veins on his forehead became faintly visible.
Su Fuliu was also a little confused. How could someone as smart as Feng Muting not even know how to fold a paper boat?
That shouldn't be happening!
It must be that his teaching method was wrong.
“Then, Your Highness, please follow me step by step.” He felt that he had to break it down into steps, and couldn’t demonstrate it all to Feng Muting at once and then let Feng Muting break it down.
While folding paper boats was easy for him, it was still a bit bewildering for some people who had never folded such things before.
But I can learn it if I study it.
Feng Muting gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but instead glanced at Su Fuliu.
The warning in his eyes was palpable.
It seems to be saying: If you still can't teach me, I'll skin you alive and hang you out to dry in the sun!
Su Fuliu raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, swallowed hard, and began to teach Feng Muting step by step.
If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have bothered calling Feng Muting over to fold the paper boats; he could have just helped him fold them.
Seriously, he's just making trouble for himself.
Su Fuliu was very depressed.
Even though I'm frustrated, I still have to teach.
Following his steps, Feng Muting folded it again and again until he finally succeeded.
Su Fuliu secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally succeeded.
This is terrible!
Feng Muting looked at his own folded paper, then at Su Fuliu's, and his brows furrowed again: "My folded paper is so ugly!"
Su Fuliu was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. "It's all over!" she thought.
He immediately said, "No way! The one Your Highness folded is much prettier than the smaller one. The smaller one always looks the same no matter how many times you fold it, unlike the one Your Highness folded, which is exceptionally unique and beautiful!"
"Were you looking at it with your eyes closed?" Feng Muting retorted.
Su Fuliu choked for a moment, then said, "No, I saw it with both eyes. The boat that Your Highness folded is much prettier than the one I folded!"
I'll insist on saying this no matter what!
After hearing this, Feng Muting looked at the one he had folded and said, "Now that I look at it again, it doesn't seem so bad after all..."
Su Fuliu nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, the one Your Highness folded is very beautiful!"
"Alright, let's continue. Fold a few more, and then we can put them in the pond," Feng Muting said.
"Okay, okay." Su Fuliu hurriedly agreed, and then he deliberately folded the paper boat a little uglier.
Feng Muting got better and better at folding paper boats, and soon he had folded several. He then placed them next to the paper boats that Su Fuliu had folded and compared them: "Hmm, there's not much difference."
Su Fuliu quickly replied with a smile, "Of course, as I said, the paper boats folded by Your Highness are beautiful!"
Feng Muting nodded: "I am quite skillful."
Su Fuliu forced a smile and said awkwardly, "Yes, Your Highness is very skillful..."
Then they took the folded paper boats to the edge of the pond and began to lower them one by one.
Su Fuliu counted them one by one, just like counting ducks, until she had released them all.
He clapped his hands in satisfaction, and as he was about to stand up, he slipped...
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A note from the author:
Su Su sighed and shook her head helplessly: My husband is too hard to coax, it's maddening if I can't coax him!
Chapter 110 Eyeing the Tiger
Before Feng Muting, who was squatting next to Su Fuliu, could even stand up, he saw Su Fuliu slip and fall towards the pond. He instinctively reached out to grab his hand, but ended up being pulled into the water along with him.
The two sat in the pond like drowned rats, the paper boats they had folded floating gently around them.
Feng Muting glared at Su Fuliu with bulging veins: "I've never seen anyone as clumsy as you!"
Su Fuliu pouted: "This was an accident...it has nothing to do with being clumsy..."
"..." Feng Muting stood up speechlessly, his clothes already soaked.
Su Fuliu, who was standing to the side, also tried to stand up, but his feet slipped and he stumbled and fell back down, splashing water all over his face.
Feng Muting let out a breath of stale air and helplessly stretched out his hand.
Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting's hand and grabbed it without thinking.
Feng Muting pulled him up, and then the two of them awkwardly made their way ashore.
Feng Muting scolded, "Luckily, no one was around, otherwise, where would I put my face?!"
Su Fuliu lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.
Looking at his soaking wet appearance, Feng Muting recalled that this guy had also gotten a fever because he hadn't changed his wet clothes in time.
So he said, "Why aren't you coming with me to change your clothes?!"
Su Fuliu was taken aback: "Are there any clothes to change into here?"
“This is where I used to live, what do you think?” Feng Muting retorted.
"Th-those are His Highness's clothes, I... oh!" Before Su Fuliu could finish speaking, Feng Muting pulled her away.
"You talk too much nonsense." Feng Muting grabbed him and went straight to his room.