Seeing that the shopkeeper remained silent, the man turned to the waiter beside him and said, "If he won't speak, you speak."
The waiter didn't find the question difficult to answer, so he immediately replied, "Yes, someone came. The innkeeper said that person looked a lot like His Highness the Crown Prince. He stayed at our inn for more than ten days, but he has already left."
The man frowned, his smile vanished instantly, and the sinister look in his eyes made the waiter freeze in fright.
"I traveled all this way, and you're telling me the person is gone? Why didn't you leave them here?" the man demanded unreasonably.
The waiter was so frightened he couldn't speak.
The shopkeeper trembled as well: "This...this guest wants to leave, how can we force them to stay?"
"It's your fault for not keeping it." After saying that, he turned and walked out.
The two men beside him, expressionless, swiftly brought down their knives, and the shopkeeper and the waiter were sent to meet their maker.
"Keep searching!" The man's face showed signs of illness, a result of being in a state of psychological distortion for a long time.
"yes."
After the man boarded the carriage, he sat down, took out a token engraved with the character "Jing" from his person, and a strange smile appeared on his lips: "Xiao Shijing, I knew you weren't dead. If you're going to die, you can only die by my hand..."
Indeed, the person laughing in the carriage at this moment, sending chills down one's spine, was none other than Xiao Shixun, the enemy that Su Fuliu had been wanting to personally eliminate at all times.
Feng Muting and his entourage finally returned safely to the Tingwang Mansion.
Along the way, Su Fuliu had recovered enough, but when they arrived at the Prince's Mansion, Feng Muting still refused to let him walk by himself and insisted on carrying him into the mansion and back to his room.
After dismounting, Bai Yulang still looked at Feng Muting, who insisted on carrying Su Fuliu, with a look of disgust. He couldn't help but think to himself that Feng Muting only knew how to take advantage of his brother. Now he knew how to care for his brother and wouldn't even let his brother walk a step. But before, he had made his brother suffer so much!
But when Bai Yulang saw Su Fuliu still looking happy, he couldn't help but wonder, "This silly brother, he's been eaten alive, how come he's still as happy as a flower?"
He had been thinking about this problem the whole way but couldn't figure it out.
Although Bai Yulang was both angry and frustrated, he couldn't help but feel envious when he saw Feng Muting carefully carrying Su Fuliu into the mansion.
He secretly glanced at Lu Chimo on horseback, and the words of wanting Lu Chimo to carry him in were already on the tip of his tongue before he could react. Fortunately, he reacted in time and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.
His face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment.
He mentally cursed Bai Yulang: "You, Bai Yulang, can't you have some self-respect?! You're not ashamed, but I am! I'm a dignified general, how could I act so improperly?!"
"What's wrong, Yulang? Why are you covering your mouth? And why is your face so red?" Lu Chimo looked at Bai Yulang in confusion.
Chapter 487, oh my god, I'm dizzy!
Bai Yulang quickly put his hand down and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's nothing. A gust of wind just came by and it was a little hot, and my face turned red."
After hearing this, Lu Chimo couldn't help but laugh: "What kind of lame excuses are these?"
Bai Yulang chuckled foolishly: "So, does Senior Brother believe it or not?"
“I believe you. I’ll believe whatever Yu Lang says, but this breeze is too hot to handle,” Lu Chimo replied.
Bai Yulang laughed even harder, but just then, he suddenly felt light as Lu Chimo swept him up in his arms. Startled, he looked at Lu Chimo and exclaimed, "Senior Brother..."
Lu Chimo looked down at him and said, "There was a silly boy just now who kept staring at others, and he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes."
Bai Yulang lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed: "I..."
"What's there to envy? You have plenty of things. Just say what you want, and your senior brother will naturally fulfill your wish. However, you're still a bit reserved after regaining your memories. If this were the old Yulang, he would have already openly asked his senior brother for a hug."
Bai Yulang pursed his lips: "After all... there are still some differences."
"What's different? You're still you, I'm still me, and we're still the closest of people. What's there to be reluctant about? You promised me you wouldn't be so coy anymore, so please, follow your heart."
Bai Yulang pursed his lips, and after a struggle with his conscience, he completely let go of himself. Bai Yulang is Bai Yulang, what's wrong with that? Just like the Bai Yulang before, he can say whatever he wants, isn't that great?
It's really uncomfortable to keep everything bottled up inside.
What's wrong with just asking your senior brother for a hug?
"Yes!" Bai Yulang nodded vigorously. "I want my senior brother to hug me. I want him to hug me like a prince hugs my brother, as if I were a precious treasure."
"Okay, senior brother will hug you. Senior brother will hug Yulang for the rest of his life and never let go." Lu Chimo laughed.
That handsome smile made Bai Yulang dizzy: "I can't take it anymore, Senior Brother's smile is too charming, it's mesmerizing me, ah, I'm dizzy."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and pretended to faint, leaning against Lu Chimo's chest.
Lu Chimo replied cooperatively, "My Yulang has fainted. We need to take him back to his room and check him over properly."
Bai Yulang still had his eyes closed, but he couldn't stop smiling.
Feng Muting carried Su Fuliu back to the room and gently placed her on the bed: "You should rest well. I'm going to the study. I haven't been back for almost a month, so there must be a lot of things to do. I also have to go to the palace later."
“I’ve rested very well. On the contrary, Tinglang has been taking care of me the whole way. Tinglang should be the one resting,” Su Fuliu replied.
"It's alright. You're weak and need to rest. I'm tough and can handle it." With that, Feng Muting reached out and rubbed Su Fuliu's forehead before getting up to leave.
As a result, Su Fuliu reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "If Tinglang doesn't want to rest and insists on going to work, then let me accompany Tinglang, okay?"
"this……"
"Didn't Tinglang say he would only feel at ease if he kept me by his side? Why are you leaving me alone in the room as soon as you get back?" Su Fuliu asked back.
Feng Muting was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly. He reached out and gently pinched Su Fuliu's nose: "Why has my darling suddenly become so clingy, hmm?"
Su Fuliu's fair face suddenly turned red. He lowered his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed, but his hand was still tightly clutching Feng Muting's sleeve: "I... I just don't want to be separated from Tinglang."
Chapter 488 Clever Ah Liu and Silly Ting Lang
"Alright, alright, then we won't separate. I'll hang my Ah Liu on me right now." With that, Feng Muting bent down and picked Su Fuliu up again.
"No need to carry me, Tinglang. I can walk by myself. It's tiring to carry you like this all the time."
Su Fuliu wanted to get down, but Feng Muting stopped her: "What's there to be tired about? Your Tinglang has plenty of stamina. Those five days weren't enough for A-Liu to see how amazing your Tinglang is?"
"..." Su Fuliu was speechless and could only lower her head in shame and indignation, leaning against him.
Upon arriving at the study, Feng Muting sat down without letting Su Fuliu get down. Instead, he had Su Fuliu sit in his lap. He flipped through the documents on the table, and Su Fuliu followed along.
If Su Fuliu encounters something she doesn't understand, she will ask, and Feng Muting will answer carefully.
Half an hour later, Su Fuliu heard Feng Muting yawn and felt a pang of heartache. He knew that Feng Muting was already very tired, but he still had to deal with these matters and go to the palace later to continue his work, and he also had to take care of him.
People aren't made of iron; even the most capable person needs to eat and sleep.
"Tinglang, I want to rest," Su Fuliu suddenly said.
"Hmm? Are you tired? Shall I take you back to your room to rest?" With that, Feng Muting picked up Su Fuliu and stood up.
"No need, there's a soft couch over there, I'll just rest there for a bit," Su Fuliu pointed.
"A soft couch is nowhere as comfortable as a bed."
“Yes, then Tinglang, please take me back to my room to rest.”
Afterwards, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu back to her room. When he put Su Fuliu on the bed, Su Fuliu clung to his neck and refused to let go.
"Didn't Ah Liu want to rest?"
"Yes, I need to rest, but I want Tinglang to rest with me."
"Ah Liu, rest first. I'll finish dealing with those documents in the study later..."
"No, Tinglang won't have time later anyway. He'll be going to the palace later. I want Tinglang to stay with me and rest now. If he doesn't stay with me, I'll get angry."
Su Fuliu let go of her hand, snorted, and angrily pulled the blanket over herself and crawled under it.
“Ah Liu…” Feng Muting smiled and reached out to poke Su Fuliu, who was hiding under the covers.
"Hmph, Tinglang, go away, go away. I don't need Tinglang to stay with me. Just leave me here to be angry, so angry that I'll just blow myself up."
Feng Muting shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, then crawled into the quilt and hugged Su Fuliu tightly: "Alright, alright, my darling, don't be angry anymore. Your Tinglang will come and sleep with you now."
Su Fuliu then laughed, reached out and pulled down the blanket, revealing their heads: "Now let's both close our eyes and see who falls asleep first."
"Okay," Feng Muting replied, then closed his eyes.
He held Su Fuliu in his arms, and Su Fuliu hugged him back. Filled with happiness and quite tired, they fell asleep quickly.
After a while, Su Fuliu saw that Feng Muting's breathing was even and that he was obviously fast asleep, so she opened her eyes.
He gently withdrew from Feng Muting's embrace and then carefully got out of bed.
After covering Feng Muting with the blanket, he left the room and went to the study.
When Feng Muting woke up, he found that the person in his arms was gone, and his heart skipped a beat: "A-Liu!"
Meanwhile, Su Fuliu was diligently helping Feng Muting review the memorials. He had already asked Feng Muting about the questions he didn't know before, so he was handling them very smoothly now.
By the time Feng Muting arrived, he had already finished dealing with all the documents piled on the table.
"Silly Liu, you actually tricked me into going to rest, while you're working so hard here!" Feng Muting said as soon as he came in.
Su Fuliu replied with a smile, "I tricked Tinglang into going to rest. I'm the clever A-Liu, and you're the silly Tinglang."
Chapter 489 Those who are favored are always fearless
Feng Muting walked over and looked at the neatly arranged documents on the table: "Has A-Liu finished reviewing them all?"
"Hmm... there shouldn't be any problem. If Tinglang is worried, you can check it again." Su Fuliu sat upright like a well-behaved student waiting for the teacher to check his homework.
Feng Muting smiled and said, "Ah Liu is much more capable than me, how could she make a mistake? It's just that she worked hard."
Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's not hard work, not hard work at all. I'm happy to help Tinglang. It's just... Tinglang, please don't think I'm meddling."
"Silly girl, I'm so grateful to you, how could I possibly complain about you meddling? But it'll be hard on you, and I can't bear to see you suffer like that, so..."
Before Feng Muting could finish speaking, Su Fuliu said, "But I can't bear to see Tinglang work so hard. If we work together, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and neither of us will be so tired. However, it's fine if we're just helping out at the Prince's Mansion, but if I go to the palace with Tinglang to help out, I'm afraid it will implicate Tinglang and he'll be criticized by them."
"My dear A-Liu cares so much about me, afraid I'll be overworked and trying to help me out. If any of them dare to say a word against me, I'll rip their tongues out." Feng Muting held Su Fuliu's hand, gently squeezing it. "Your hand must be sore from writing for so long, right?"
Su Fuliu shook his head, his head lowered as if he was thinking about something.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, Feng Muting asked, "What's wrong, A-Liu? What are you thinking about?"
“They are afraid of Tinglang’s authority in public and dare not say anything, but who knows what they will say behind his back. So, forget it, I will not go to the palace with Tinglang. Tinglang can bring back the unfinished memorials to me.”
Su Fuliu still felt that it was not appropriate for him to go to the palace with Feng Muting like this.
He only wanted to help Feng Muting and didn't want to cause him any trouble.