"Hmm." Feng Muting responded, then pulled his sleeve out of Su Fuliu's hand.
Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief. She was truly lucky to have run into Feng Muting; otherwise, she would have been completely doomed.
Feng Muting turned around and took a few steps, then noticed that Su Fuliu was still standing there. He said with displeasure, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come back to the manor with me!"
Su Fuliu dared not disobey. This Feng Muting was not someone to be trifled with. Fine, if he went back with Feng Muting, he wouldn't have to worry about the two people who hired him coming to kill him.
But he could never go back to the Forget-Worry Pavilion. Someone had died there; if he went back, he would just be caught again.
The proprietress stood at the entrance of the Forget-Worry Pavilion, lamenting that her money tree had grown legs and left again. She dared not stop it, for everyone knew the temper of the Thunder King; anyone who dared to stop him was probably not even born yet.
Su Fuliu followed behind Feng Muting, silently swallowing a few times. Why was he so afraid of Feng Muting, when they were both men?
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu took a deep breath and straightened his back. However, Feng Muting only coughed lightly, which made him hurriedly shrink his neck in fright.
Back at the palace, Su Fuliu tried to sneak back to his residence, but Feng Muting stopped him, "Where are you going? Don't forget, you're here to serve me!"
Su Fuliu pouted and said "Oh".
However, Feng Muting's words were ambiguous. What did he mean by saying that he was there to serve Feng Muting? Although, at first glance, it didn't seem wrong. He was, after all, a servant, there to serve his master.
But hearing these words again now, they just don't feel right anymore...
He's shrugging his neck; is he destined to lose his innocence sooner or later...?
After Su Fuliu followed Feng Muting to the study, Feng Muting sat down at his desk and looked at the memorials. After waiting for a while without any movement from Su Fuliu, he looked up and saw that Su Fuliu was still standing there like a door god.
His brow furrowed. "Su Fuliu!"
Su Fuliu was startled. "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Come here and give me a shoulder massage." Feng Muting was so angry with Su Fuliu that he had no temper left. Usually, when the servants saw him sitting here reading the memorials, they would rush to hand him a cup of tea.
But Su Fuliu was quite something; when he was asked to serve him, he just stood there dumbly at the door, not moving an inch.
After giving his instructions, Feng Muting continued to look down at the memorial, but Su Fuliu stammered, "Your Highness, the ground is dirty. Can I walk instead of rolling?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting almost spat out a mouthful of blood onto the memorial. He stared wide-eyed at Su Fuliu, determined to ask Su Yan how he had come to think that Su Fuliu was a good candidate to be a servant!
He threw down the folded document in his hand, stood up abruptly, and walked towards Su Fuliu.
Su Fuliu took a step back in fear, but tripped on the threshold and fell backward...
Chapter 10 Unpredictable Weather
Feng Muting reacted quickly, grabbing Su Fuliu's slender waist and successfully pulling her back.
Due to inertia, Su Fuliu bumped forward, landing squarely face-to-face with Feng Muting, nose to nose, lips to lips...
Su Fuliu felt as if a flock of crows were flying overhead. What evil had bewitched her today, that she was being with men one after another!
He retreated from Feng Muting's embrace in a flustered manner.
Feng Muting coughed and withdrew his hand, but the feeling of pinching Su Fuliu's slender waist just now made him panic for a moment.
I never expected that a grown man's waist could be so curvy and have such a nice feel to it.
He turned around and walked back to his desk, sitting down and yelling at Su Fuliu, "What are you still standing there for? Come here!"
Su Fuliu pouted, puffed out her cheeks, and walked over. When she got behind Feng Muting, she raised her hand and started massaging Feng Muting's shoulders.
"Haven't you eaten?"
Su Fuliu only dared to glare at Feng Muting from behind.
He felt that Feng Muting was deliberately making things difficult for him.
That evening, he returned to his lodgings rubbing his sore arms. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a dart flew and struck his bedside, nearly scaring him to death.
He had just lain down when the dart had been just a fraction off course and would have pierced his head!
He pulled the dart from the bedside table, removed the note wrapped around it, and opened it to read: "We paid a high price to have you seduce Feng Muting. If you don't achieve results, your head will be separated from your body."
this……
Su Fuliu was terrified and felt extremely embarrassed. The reason he was in the Ting Prince's mansion was to use his "beauty" to seduce Feng Muting!
Good heavens, how could he have been so blinded by greed as to agree to such an absurd thing!
Su Fuliu crumpled the note into a ball and muttered to herself, "Can I take it back...?"
Su Fuliu was in a terrible dilemma. On one hand, he coveted the glittering gold, but on the other hand, he was worried about his harem. What if Feng Muting really had homosexual tendencies...?
He swallowed hard, wondering what to do.
The next day, Su Fuliu was somewhat absent-minded. If Feng Muting hadn't known that he was always slow to react and clumsy, he would have already become suspicious.
Of course, he couldn't help but get scolded by Feng Muting for doing this.
As night fell, Feng Muting went to take a bath. This time, he dared not let Su Fuliu serve him again, lest he cause an awkward situation like last time.
Therefore, Su Fuliu was directly turned away.
Standing outside the door, Su Fuliu was still struggling internally.
Which is more important, death or innocence?
Should they remain steadfast to the death or compromise and submit?
Finally, Su Fuliu thought, what use is gold if I'm dead?
Therefore, life is more important.
So, Su Fuliu took a deep breath, turned around, and pushed open the bathroom door...
At this moment, Feng Muting was soaking in the water with his eyes closed, resting. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and said, "Didn't I tell you to stay outside?"
Su Fuliu swallowed hard, then walked over. "I've thought about this for a long time. I'm here to serve Your Highness, so naturally I must serve you well."
After saying this, he walked behind Feng Muting, knelt down, and then picked up a soap to start scrubbing Feng Muting's back.
Feng Muting was unusually calm, his voice even more composed than usual, "Since you are the top courtesan of Wangyou Tower, why did you infiltrate the Prince's mansion to work there in the first place?"
Feng Muting had never asked Su Fuliu this question before, but today he was unusually calm and asked it.
Su Fuliu's hand, which was rubbing Feng Muting's back, paused...
Yes, how could he have forgotten such a contradictory question? Feng Muting didn't ask, and he himself hadn't even thought of it.
Now that Feng Muting has asked, how should he answer?
Chapter 11 Disgraceful Acts
Making things up has always been Su Fuliu's forte.
He chuckled dryly and said, "Your Highness, although I am the top courtesan of the Forget-Worry Pavilion, what kind of place is the Forget-Worry Pavilion? It is ultimately an unclean place. To put it bluntly, I want to reform myself, so I escaped from the Forget-Worry Pavilion."
"Then why did you go back?" Feng Muting regretted asking the second question. Did he even need to ask? He should know the reason.
Sure enough, Su Fuliu let out an embarrassed "uh" after hearing the question.
"Alright, let's pretend I didn't ask that question. Continue washing." Feng Muting didn't ask any more questions. Since Su Fuliu had taken the initiative to come in and serve him while he bathed, he continued to close his eyes and rest.
As long as Su Fuliu isn't afraid to recall the awkwardness from last time, he naturally won't mind.
But in truth, Su Fuliu was genuinely embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do; she had to do what people paid for.
After washing Feng Muting's back, Su Fuliu said, "Your Highness, it's time to wash the front."
Feng Muting didn't think much of it, keeping his eyes closed, and only gave a soft "hmm".
Then, with a splash, Feng Muting opened his eyes and saw Su Fuliu, fully clothed, standing in the water, standing in front of him...
Feng Muting lowered his eyes to look at Su Fuliu in front of him. Su Fuliu's skin was very fair, and now his face was flushed, making him look even more delicate.
Feng Muting suddenly felt a bit thirsty.
Su Fuliu didn't dare to look directly at Feng Muting, and only whispered, "I, I'll wash the front of Your Highness's clothes."
Feng Muting didn't speak, and he didn't dare to look at Feng Muting's expression, so he didn't care what Feng Muting was thinking. He raised his hand, took the soap, and started rubbing it on Feng Muting's chest.
He only dared to stare at his own hands, not daring to look even a little to the side.
His heart was pounding like a drum.
Feng Muting always prided himself on his excellent self-control in certain areas. He never even glanced at those women, no matter how hard they tried. So why did Su Fuliu always make his so-called self-control drop to zero?
Thinking of this, Feng Muting suddenly grabbed Su Fuliu's wrist and asked, almost as if possessed, "Do you know what else is involved in serving me during my bath?"
Su Fuliu looked at him in fear, unsure whether to cry or laugh: "N-no, I don't know."
He did manage to hook up with Feng Muting, but what's next? Is he going to have to offer himself to her?
Would he really do something so despicable for that sum of gold?!
No!
Su Fuliu suddenly came to his senses and pushed Feng Muting away, feeling extremely embarrassed.
His face was flushed red, and he dared not look at Feng Muting. He simply pulled his clothes tighter, climbed ashore, and ran away with his clothes still wet.
Feng Muting finally came to his senses and, thinking about how he had acted just now, felt that he must have gone mad.
How could he frighten Su Fuliu time and time again?
Last time, Su Fuliu was so frightened by just one sentence that she ran away from the manor. What will Su Fuliu do this time?
Thinking of this, Feng Muting went ashore, put on a large outer robe, and chased after Su Fuliu's room.
Su Fuliu ran all the way back to her room, closed the door, bolted it, and then leaned against the door, panting heavily.
The scene that had just occurred to him was still vivid in his mind; it was utterly absurd!
He actually did something like this for that gold? Su Fuliu, are you insane?!
"Su Fuliu!" Feng Muting caught up and knocked on the door.
Su Fuliu was leaning against the door, so Feng Muting's forceful knocking felt like it was hitting his heart.
He felt his whole body trembling, and dared not utter a sound or respond. He just leaned against it, feeling as if his soul had been taken away.
Chapter 12 Who Serves Whom