Although he had some savings from his time at the Forget-Worry Pavilion, he was now living and eating at other people's houses and didn't need to spend any money, so he kept it all.
I won't have to worry about money when I get married in the future.
Looking at his excited expression, Feng Muting said, "No wonder you bowed down for five hundred taels of gold back then. Just this three times the wages, look how excited you are."
Su Fuliu chuckled: "People die for money, birds die for food, after all."
"So, from what you're saying, you're implying that you'll harm me for money again in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu immediately shook his head: "No, I promised that I would never do anything to harm Your Highness again. Now, the only issue is raising wages, so of course I will choose to raise wages. But if something like what happened before were to happen again, I would resolutely refuse and choose to protect Your Highness!"
Seeing his determined expression, Feng Muting was very satisfied: "Very good, this triple pay increase is well worth it."
"That's right! I won't let Your Highness down!" Taking this opportunity, Su Fuliu wanted to express his loyalty to Feng Muting and say some nice things to coax him.
Only if he can keep Feng Muting happy will his future be easier.
Feng Muting finished all the food prepared by Su Fuliu in one go. Her cooking skills were truly better than those of the royal palace's cooks.
Su Fuliu immediately poured him another cup of tea: "Your Highness, please have some tea."
Feng Muting nodded, took the tea and took a sip: "You've finally gotten the hang of it."
Su Fuliu smiled and said, "I've been following the prince for quite a while now, so I should have learned something, shouldn't I?"
"Well, your shoulder injury hasn't healed yet, so you should continue to rest."
"OK."
"Okay." Feng Muting responded and then got up and left.
Su Fuliu was very happy. Looking at the empty bowls and plates on the table, it seemed that the food he had cooked suited Feng Muting's taste.
Isn't it said that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach? Although this analogy isn't quite right, if he can win Feng Muting's heart through his stomach, then he'll have a way to save himself if he ever upsets Feng Muting.
The next day, Feng Muting came again to apply the medicinal wine to Su Fuliu.
Su Fuliu was already used to it, so without him saying anything, she would sit with her back to him and take off her clothes on her own.
“You’re becoming more and more self-aware,” Feng Muting said as he walked over.
"That's right, the younger ones have to make progress, right?" Su Fuliu was relieved now. Although he felt a little uncomfortable seeing Feng Muting alone with two women yesterday, Feng Muting also said that he was just chatting with them.
But who would chat like that? He must have been disturbed, so Feng Muting couldn't continue and gave up.
Therefore, it is clear that Feng Muting is normal, and he no longer needs to worry about his innocence being compromised.
Feng Muting walked over and saw behind Su Fuliu's shoulder. His eyes flashed, and he seemed to be pondering something...
Chapter 65 It's All the Prince's Fault
"Your Highness, this medicinal wine is really effective. Of course, it's also because Your Highness massaged it so well. I can clearly feel that my shoulder doesn't hurt as much when I woke up today. I think it will be completely healed after massaging it for the rest of the day," Su Fuliu said, sitting with her back to Feng Muting.
He couldn't see Feng Muting's expression, nor could he see the injury on his shoulder.
Feng Muting said with a glint in his eyes, "You just feel that it doesn't hurt anymore, but actually the bruises haven't faded yet. You'll need to massage it for at least another three to five days before it fully heals."
"Oh, will it take that long?" Su Fuliu asked, somewhat troubled.
Feng Muting immediately retorted with dissatisfaction, "I've gone to great lengths to come and massage you every day without saying a word, yet you're getting impatient?"
"No, Your Highness, it's not that I'm impatient. I just feel that this injury is healing too slowly. Not only has it delayed my service to Your Highness, but it also requires Your Highness to take care of me every day. I feel really bad about it." Su Fuliu quickly waved his hand.
"There's nothing to feel bad about. I didn't say anything, so just rest assured and take care of yourself," Feng Muting said.
"Yes... but I still want to thank Your Highness. Your Highness is so kind to me." Su Fuliu smiled. Come to think of it, Feng Muting really was quite good to him.
Although she was strict with him, she also took good care of him.
"It's enough that you know I'm good to you." Feng Muting sat down and began to massage Su Fuliu. "After you recover, you'd better think carefully about how to repay me for my hard work these past few days."
Su Fuliu nodded: "Your Highness, rest assured, even if Your Highness doesn't say it, I will think about it."
"Hmm, I'm actually looking forward to it." Feng Muting smiled.
In fact, Su Fuliu already had a plan in mind and was just waiting to do it after she recovered.
After Feng Muting finished massaging the wound, he left and returned to his study. He then called Su Yan over and said, "Go and fetch the imperial physician."
"Should we call the royal physician? Is Your Highness feeling unwell?" Su Yan asked with concern.
If Feng Muting is truly unwell and he doesn't know it, then that would be his dereliction of duty.
"Just call the physician when I tell you to. Why ask so many questions?" Feng Muting said, somewhat displeased.
"Yes..." Su Yan nodded and quickly went to call the royal physician.
"Your Highness," the royal physician said, bowing.
Feng Muting nodded slightly, then thought for a moment before asking, "I just want to ask you a question."
"Please speak, Your Highness."
"If it's an external injury from a collision, and it's already healed with medicated wine, can I continue rubbing it?"
"Since it's already healed, there's no need to continue massaging it."
Feng Muting paused, then shook his head and asked in a different phrasing: "What I mean is, if it's already healed, but I still want to continue massaging it, what consequences will there be?"
"No."
"So you mean that continuing to rub after it's agreed upon won't cause any harm, right?"
"Yes."
Feng Muting nodded: "Yes, I understand."
"However, every medicine has its side effects. Even though it's for external use, it's definitely not good to keep using it like this."
"It's just a matter of continuing to massage for another three to five days, it won't make a difference, right?"
The physician shook his head: "If it's only three to five days, then there's no problem."
"Very well, I understand. You may leave." Feng Muting waved his hand.
Meanwhile, Su Yan was pondering why Feng Muting had asked such a question.
Speaking of medicinal wine, Su Fuliu is the only person in the household who has used it in the past two days.
Moreover, he knew that Feng Muting always personally massaged Su Fuliu's skin.
Now that Feng Muting is asking this, it's clear that...
In that instant, Su Yan looked at Feng Muting in surprise, as if he had discovered some truth.
"Su Yan, why are you looking at me like that?" Feng Muting asked.
Su Yan immediately withdrew his gaze and said, "It's all because Your Highness is too handsome; I couldn't help but stare at you."
He wanted to ease the awkwardness with humor.
However, Feng Muting only made things more awkward. After hearing this, he said, "It's really awkward for me to hear you say that. You should just be the serious Su Yan and not try to be humorous. It's just not the right style for you."
“…Yes.” Su Yan was speechless for a moment.
Just then, a servant rushed over in a panic: "Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"
Chapter 66 Don't Cry
Feng Muting glanced at the flustered person who had just gotten off the plane and said, "What's the panic? You need to stay calm in the face of trouble. What kind of behavior is it to be so flustered over such a small matter?"
After being reprimanded, the servant immediately composed himself and said, "Yes, Your Highness, I will obey your teachings."
Feng Muting nodded: "Speak, what is it?"
"Your Highness, it's the kitchen. The kitchen is on fire."
Su Yan, standing to the side, frowned and said, "How could the kitchen suddenly catch fire? This has never happened before."
Feng Muting then asked, "Have you arranged for people to put out the fire?"
"It's arranged."
Is anyone trapped?
"Yes, Su Fu..."
Before the servant could finish speaking, Feng Muting vanished like a gust of wind. He knelt there, looking at Su Yan with some embarrassment.
Su Yan shook his head, thinking to himself: Your Highness, what happened to the promise to remain calm in the face of adversity?
"Get up." After saying that, he quickly left.
Feng Muting arrived at the kitchen, looked at the raging fire, and asked, "Has Su Fuliu come out yet?"
The others replied in turn, one after another: "No."
"No, he hasn't come out yet."
"He was the only one trapped inside."
Feng Muting immediately shouted, "Bring me water!"
A servant immediately brought over a bucket of water.
Feng Muting took the bucket of water, lifted it up, and poured it over himself from head to toe.
He then threw down the bucket and rushed into the inferno.
When Su Yan arrived, he didn't see Feng Muting and asked, "Where is the Prince?!"
Although he had already guessed that Feng Muting had probably already rushed into the sea of fire.
Sure enough, everyone else was saying, "The prince rushed in."
Su Yan slapped his thigh, his face turning pale with fright: "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up, everyone, hurry up and get some water to put out the fire!"
After rushing into the sea of fire, Feng Muting kept searching for Su Fuliu's whereabouts, but the thick smoke inside made it impossible for him to fully open his eyes, and even if he did, the thick smoke made it impossible for him to see clearly.
"Su Fuliu!" He could only shout, hoping that Su Fuliu could hear him.
"Su Fuliu, answer me if you're not dead!"
"Su Fuliu, are you mute? Answer me now!"