The Emperor glanced at it and said, "It's alright. I've eaten all sorts of delicacies in the palace, but I've hardly ever had such light and delicious home-style dishes."
Aunt Xu also said, "I've heard Shi'er praise Xiao Su's cooking skills before. I think even these simple home-style dishes can make people feel happy."
Feng Muting laughed and said, "Aunt Xu really knows how to talk."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor glared at him and said, "Was what I just said unpleasant?"
Feng Muting chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "By the way, we haven't drunk the wine from last time. I'll go get it for you."
As he spoke, he went and carried the jar of wine over.
"Xiao Su, don't stand there, come and sit down," Xu Jiaolong said.
"Yes." Su Fuliu was still a little reserved, after all, she was sitting with the Emperor and Aunt Xu, two elders.
"Don't be nervous, we're all family." Xu Jiaolong said with a smile, looking at Su Fuliu who was sitting there stiffly.
Chapter 313 Alcohol emboldens the timid
Su Fuliu smiled and then nodded.
How could I not be nervous?
He was afraid that if he didn't perform well, the Emperor would be dissatisfied and forbid him from associating with Feng Muting.
Feng Muting said, "Ah Liu is not feeling well, so shall we have tea instead of wine?"
Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's okay. I drank some alcohol at Doctor Lu's house earlier."
"Are you really alright?"
"It's alright, I've already had my fill. Yulang insisted on having a drinking contest with me, but he passed out after only half a jar. He's even worse at drinking than the Prince," Su Fuliu said with a smile.
"...That was my mistake."
"What kind of mistake can happen twice in a row?" Su Fuliu retorted.
"..."
At this moment, the Emperor suddenly coughed twice, which startled Su Fuliu so much that she immediately stood up and rubbed her hands in fear, as if she had done something wrong.
He thought the Emperor was unhappy that he had made fun of Feng Muting's poor alcohol tolerance, so he coughed twice to remind him.
“Ah Liu.” Feng Muting also stood up, grabbed Su Fuliu’s hand, and found that his palms were sweaty. “Don’t be so nervous.”
After saying that, he looked at the Emperor and said, "Father, if your throat is uncomfortable, just say so and I'll pour you a cup of tea. Please don't cough like that all the time. Look how scared A-Liu is."
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu immediately tugged at Feng Muting's sleeve: "I'm fine, I... I was just too timid, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
The Emperor glared at Feng Muting, then looked at Su Fuliu, his gaze softening: "Don't be so nervous. I don't eat people. Judging from what you just said, you have a pretty good capacity for alcohol?"
Su Fuliu nodded: "It's alright."
"Alright, then sit down and have a few drinks with me."
“Yes…” Su Fuliu then dared to sit down.
Then, the group started drinking and eating.
Feng Muting didn't drink much this time, only taking a small sip, and Xu Jiaolong, knowing that her alcohol tolerance was average, naturally didn't drink much either.
Su Fuliu, on the other hand, drank quite a bit with the Emperor and eventually managed to get him drunk.
With a loud bang, the emperor slammed his head on the table, completely drunk and unconscious.
Su Fuliu was taken aback; the emperor's drunken state was exactly the same as Feng Muting's.
No, that's not right. There's no such thing as a father resembling his son; it's only a son resembling his father. It should be that Feng Muting's drunken appearance is exactly like the Emperor's.
Su Fuliu was immediately frightened. He had gotten the emperor drunk. What if the emperor came after he woke up and held him accountable?
"Your Highness..." he called out weakly.
Feng Muting knew what Su Fuliu was thinking, so he smiled and said, "It's alright, don't be afraid, Father won't blame you for getting him drunk."
Then he looked at Xu Jiaolong and said, "Father is so drunk that he may not be able to return to the palace for a while. I'll trouble Aunt Xu to stay here and take care of Father."
Xu Jiaolong paused, glanced at the drunken emperor, and nodded without saying a word.
"Thank you for your trouble, Aunt Xu. We'll head back now."
"Hmm." Xu Jiaolong responded and went to help the Emperor.
Feng Muting also left with Su Fuliu.
After the two got into the carriage, Su Fuliu sat there swaying a bit.
Although I didn't drink too much, I still drank quite a bit.
Seeing him like this, Feng Muting went over to support him: "If you drink any more, you'll pass out too."
"No, I'm fine, just a little dizzy." Alcohol emboldens even the most timid, and that perfectly describes Su Fuliu.
Last time, Su Fuliu was also emboldened by alcohol and dared to scribble on Feng Muting's face. This time, he dared to directly lay hands on Feng Muting.
After saying that, he reached out and poked Feng Muting's chest.
Then she continued, "Your Highness's chest is so muscular, it really doesn't match such a soft peach pink color. Although it looks good on Your Highness, it still looks a bit awkward. I'm different, His Majesty and Aunt Xu both said I look good in it!"
Chapter 314 The Prince Doesn't Love Me Anymore
Feng Muting held down Su Fuliu's restless little hands and said, "Aliu's body is so soft, wearing this soft peach pink is naturally the most suitable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have picked this color for you directly."
"Hmph, it's not that I'm weak, it's that Your Highness is too strong." With that, Su Fuliu pulled her hand out of Feng Muting's grasp and tried to crawl to the side to find a place to lie down for a while.
But Feng Muting pulled her directly into his arms: "Where does A-Liu want to go?"
"I want to go to sleep." After saying that, Su Fuliu tried to get up from Feng Muting's arms, but he was still dizzy and struggled for a while before sitting down again.
Feng Muting let out a muffled groan.
Su Fuliu then turned to look at him: "Did you hurt Your Highness?"
Feng Muting shook his head, holding back his anger.
Just as Su Fuliu was about to get up, he paused, then looked down and asked, "What is this?"
“Ah Liu—” Feng Muting tensed up and raised his hand to stop him.
If he didn't stop Su Fuliu quickly, he was afraid that Su Fuliu wouldn't be able to control himself.
Now that's settled, he stopped Su Fuliu from touching him indiscriminately, and Su Fuliu immediately felt wronged. With his tear ducts welling up, tears were already swirling in his eyes.
"The prince doesn't love me anymore..." After saying that, tears started falling down her face.
"How could I not love you? But think it through. If you read this, you'll bear the consequences." Feng Muting tried his best to suppress his emotions, and his breathing became heavier.
The two times Feng Muting and Su Fuliu drank together before, he ended up drunk and unconscious. He had no idea that Su Fuliu was like this when she was half-drunk. She was simply a seductive little vixen.
Su Fuliu's face was already flushed from drinking, and now, as she cried, her face turned a vibrant peach-pink.
Feng Muting's breathing became somewhat erratic.
Su Fuliu said with a hint of stubbornness amidst her grievance, "I want to see, I want to see! Will Your Highness let me see? If you don't, I'll get angry!"
"Ah Liu, have you thought this through? Do you really want to see it?" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, his eyes becoming cloudy.
Completely unaware of the consequences, Su Fuliu blankly wiped away her tears, then nodded: "Yes!"
Feng Muting stared at him for a moment, then gently lifted the carriage curtain to look outside. They were still in the suburbs. He then told the driver to drive the carriage into the woods on the side of the road. After the carriage stopped, he told the driver to leave.
As soon as the coachman left, Feng Muting flipped over and pinned Su Fuliu down: "Aliu, have you thought this through?"
"Of course I've thought it through. If Your Highness doesn't let me see it, I'll really get angry!" With that, Su Fuliu reached out her hand.
Feng Muting didn't stop her anymore, but let Su Fuliu run wild.
In the desolate wilderness, in the woods, a swaying horse-drawn carriage was parked.
Someone was crying and shouting for help in the carriage, but no one came to his rescue.
The horse lowered its head and began to eat grass, unaware of how long it would need to rest.
The noise from the carriage gradually subsided and finally became completely quiet as the sun set.
Feng Muting looked at the sleeping Su Fuliu, smoothed his slightly messy hair, and then went out to work as a coachman.
Back at the palace, Feng Muting carried the still-sleeping Su Fuliu down and took her back to her room.
Then he helped Su Fuliu take off her clothes, covered her with a blanket, and sat by the bed for a while before reluctantly returning to his study.
Chapter 315 The Prince is really going too far.
Su Fuliu slept straight through until the next morning, when he was woken up by hunger.
He opened his eyes, still somewhat bewildered.
Then his stomach rumbled again, and he finally came to his senses.
He tried to get out of bed, but then realized that his whole body ached terribly.
He was stunned. Wasn't this feeling something that only happened after *that*?
Su Fuliu tried hard to recall what happened before he lost consciousness, but he only remembered that he and Feng Muting rode back in a carriage together, and then they discussed the peach-pink dress in the carriage. After that, he felt a little dizzy and wanted to go to sleep.
And then...and then...I can't remember.
Even if you can't remember clearly, a fool would know what happened.
It must have been that despicable Feng Muting who took advantage of him while he was drunk and confused!
"Your Highness is really going too far!" Su Fuliu scolded, then tried to get out of bed despite the pain to confront Feng Muting.
But his legs wouldn't obey him at all; they were completely weak and sore.
Not to mention the waist looks like it's been broken in two.
With no other option, he could only lie there and shout, "Is anyone outside?"
Then, Xie Chen pushed open the door and came in.
Su Fuliu was startled when she saw the unfamiliar Xie Chen, because he was holding a long sword and looked just like an assassin.