After arriving at the room, Feng Muting went to find clothes.
Su Fuliu stood there, looking around the room, wondering if this was the room the prince lived in when he was a child.
Feng Muting came over and saw that he was still standing there looking around, so he reached out and gently patted his head: "You still have the mind to look around here?"
Su Fuliu shrank back after being hit, then looked at Feng Muting, who handed him a set of clothes.
"Are these the prince's clothes?" he asked in surprise.
“Nonsense,” Feng Muting replied.
"This humble servant...this humble servant would never wear the prince's clothes...this humble servant..."
"Shut up, take it off." After saying that, Feng Muting took the lead in taking off his clothes.
The wet clothes sticking to my body felt awful.
Su Fuliu was startled when she saw Feng Muting undressing in front of her, and she didn't know where to look.
"What are you still standing there for? Waiting for me to undress you?" Feng Muting questioned.
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu subconsciously took a step back: "No, no need, I can do it myself."
As he spoke, he turned his back and began to undo his belt.
Feng Muting stood there, looking at Su Fuliu's fair and smooth back, and unconsciously slowed down his dressing.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily again.
He frowned slightly, wondering what was causing the itch in his heart.
Su Fuliu was still focused on taking off her clothes. Once she finished, she picked up Feng Muting's clothes and put them on, completely unaware that someone was staring at her menacingly from behind.
He kept his head down, still trying to figure out how to put on Feng Muting's clothes, but after a long time he still couldn't get them to fasten.
He was somewhat annoyed: "Your Highness, how am I supposed to wear these clothes? They're so complicated!"
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to ask Feng Muting for help.
But as soon as I turned around...
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A note from the author:
Nine-Nine's eyes sparkled: Wow~~~ This is incredible, incredible! (Overjoyed~)
Chapter 111 I know I was wrong
As soon as Su Fuliu turned around, before she could even see anything clearly, she was enveloped by a tall figure and was eventually forced into a corner by the other party's aggressive aura.
"Your Highness, what are you doing? What did I do wrong? Are you going to punish me?" He struggled, trying to pull his hands away from Feng Muting's restraints.
Feng Muting's voice was somewhat deep: "I really want to punish you properly..."
Su Fuliu was taken aback, trying hard to recall where he had gone wrong.
But after thinking it over for a long time, he realized he hadn't done anything wrong. The clothes he was wearing were given to him by Feng Muting; he hadn't taken them on his own.
If Feng Muting is angry, it's only because he accidentally dragged him into the mess, leaving him in a sorry state.
But no one around saw it, so he didn't lose face.
Su Fuliu really couldn't figure out what he had done to offend Feng Muting again, so he decided to stop thinking about it. Since Feng Muting said he was wrong, then he was wrong too. He would apologize first and let Feng Muting calm down.
So he immediately softened his tone and said, "I know I was wrong, Your Highness, please forgive me?"
He blinked his innocent big eyes at Feng Muting, trying to play the victim and get Feng Muting to let him go.
Little did he know, the more he acted this way, the less Feng Muting could control himself...
"If you want me to forgive you, then you'd better serve me well."
"Alright, no problem! My duty is to serve Your Highness. Your Highness has asked whether you want me to sing a song or give you a back massage. I will definitely serve you well!"
Su Fuliu shifted her body uncomfortably, feeling that their current posture was awkward.
Their behavior didn't seem like Feng Muting was going to punish him at all.
Anyone who didn't know better would think they were going to do *that*!
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu's head instantly buzzed.
Good heavens, what is he thinking!
Feng Muting shook his head: "That's not what I want..."
Su Fuliu was slightly taken aback: "Your Highness, just say what you want, and I will do whatever I can, as long as Your Highness forgives me."
Feng Muting smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"
Su Fuliu nodded vigorously: "Yes! But, Your Highness, could you please release me first..."
But Feng Muting only got closer and closer. Su Fuliu was dumbfounded, her head still buzzing. What, what was going on?!
As Feng Muting's handsome face grew larger and larger, Su Fuliu was so frightened that she forgot to breathe.
But just then, a knock on the door ruined the mood.
Then, the Emperor's voice rang out from outside: "Ting'er, are you inside?"
Feng Muting froze, and the force in his hand lessened by a third.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Fuliu withdrew her hand and hid to the side, hurriedly tidying her clothes.
But he didn't know how to do these clothes. He originally wanted to ask Feng Muting, but Feng Muting was like a demon, cornering him and making it seem like he wanted to devour him whole.
Before Feng Muting could answer, the Emperor pushed open the door and entered.
As a result, I saw the two of them, one calmly tidying up his clothes, and the other frantically tidying up his clothes.
The emperor was taken aback and looked them over.
Before the Emperor could ask, Feng Muting said, "This servant is clumsy and caused both of us to fall into the pond and get our clothes wet. So I brought him here to change his clothes so he wouldn't catch a cold."
The Emperor looked at Su Fuliu, who was still fixing her clothes, and said, "You seem to care a lot about this little servant."
Feng Muting touched the tip of his nose, a hint of unease flashing across his face: "Although he is clumsy, he can understand my thoughts, unlike the previous servants, who were all efficient but always angered me. It is not easy for me to find a suitable servant, so I naturally pay extra attention to him."
Hearing this, Su Fuliu couldn't help but think to herself: When have I ever understood the prince's thoughts? I'm the one who has angered the prince the most, okay?
If Ke Feng Mu Ting wanted to explain it this way, would he dare to refute it?
The Emperor nodded slightly: "It's time to go back. Change your clothes and then leave."
After saying that, he went outside to wait for Feng Muting and Su Fuliu to tidy up their clothes.
After the Emperor left, Feng Muting walked towards Su Fuliu.
When Su Fuliu saw him approaching, she was so frightened that she kept backing away, afraid that he would pin her against the wall again.
But before he could take a few steps back, his back hit the wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat...
Chapter 112 Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol
"Your Highness, the Emperor is still waiting outside. You...you mustn't do anything rash!" Su Fuliu said.
The more he thought about what had just happened, the more horrified he felt.
The way Feng Muting looked just now made it seem like he was about to lay a hand on him.
But, but Feng Muting had already proven before that he wasn't that kind of person!
So, it's impossible; he must be overthinking it.
He couldn't afford to overthink and misunderstand Feng Muting anymore.
Last time, he thought Feng Muting wanted to do *that*, so he kept shouting and resisting, but it turned out that Feng Muting just asked him to copy some kind of celebrity handbook.
So don't overthink this time, otherwise Feng Muting will be unhappy again.
"Didn't you say you didn't know how to tie this garment?" Feng Muting asked, looking at his startled expression.
Su Fuliu paused for a moment, then nodded blankly.
Then, Feng Muting reached out and helped him put on his clothes: "Alright, they're a bit big, but it's better than going back in wet clothes."
Su Fuliu looked down and realized it was truly unbelievable. He had struggled to get dressed for so long, while Feng Muting had gotten dressed in no time.
He suddenly understood how Feng Muting felt when he learned to fold paper boats from him.
It's probably the same feeling he had when he put on his clothes.
Su Fuliu was a little thinner, and her shoulders were not as broad as Feng Muting's, so Feng Muting's clothes didn't fit her a little well.
Fortunately, their heights weren't too different, so the clothes weren't too big on Su Fuliu.
Feng Muting looked Su Fuliu up and down and said, "Let's go."
"Yes," Su Fuliu nodded in response.
The two then left the room.
The emperor turned around and looked at the two of them.
Because the two happened to be wearing clothes of similar color and style, it was momentarily dazzling to look at them.
"Father, let's go," Feng Muting said.
The Emperor couldn't help but glance at Su Fuliu again, then nodded and turned to leave.
Feng Muting and Su Fuliu followed closely behind.
After the three left the Jade Pavilion, the Emperor got into the carriage first.
Feng Muting stood to the side, cupped his hands and said, "Your subject respectfully sees off Father Emperor."
"You should go back soon too," the Emperor said, before getting into his carriage.
The carriage moved slowly.
After watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Feng Muting boarded his own carriage.
Su Fuliu followed her up.