"Su Fuliu, if you don't answer me now, I'll skin you alive when I find you!"
Feng Muting's words grew increasingly fierce, but he only wanted Su Fuliu to hear him and respond.
But there was no response for quite a while.
Feng Muting was getting anxious.
"Su Fuliu, you bastard, where are you? If you don't speak up, I'll break your bones!"
"Your Highness..." came a weak reply from the corner of the stove.
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting quickly ran over. He saw Su Fuliu huddled in a corner, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve. Just as he was about to go over, a beam collapsed.
He rushed over and hugged Su Fuliu tightly.
A beam fell and hit him squarely on the back. He groaned, but then hugged Su Fuliu even tighter.
"Your Highness!"
"It's alright." Feng Muting tore off a piece of his clothes and handed it to Su Fuliu. "Take this. It'll be more effective if you cover your mouth and nose with it wet."
"Thank you, Your Highness..."
"It's alright now." Feng Muting picked him up and quickly left the fire.
After they went outside, Feng Muting put Su Fuliu down and looked him up and down. He was relieved to see that Su Fuliu was not injured.
He, who was once fair and clean, has now turned into a little lump of coal, with only his bright and clear eyes still sparkling.
Feng Muting couldn't help but laugh: "Su Fuliu, you're so ugly."
Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting's face, which was also dark, so he knew what Feng Muting was laughing at him for.
But he couldn't laugh.
He stared at Feng Muting, his bright, clear eyes unknowingly filling with tears.
Feng Muting was stunned, and then he was at a loss for words: "I...I was just joking with you, don't cry, you're not ugly, not ugly at all!"
Su Fuliu didn't say anything, but large tears rolled down her cheeks, and she hugged Feng Muting tightly...
Chapter 67 My heart aches for you
Feng Muting was stunned by Su Fuliu's sudden action.
Although Su Fuliu's hug aggravated the wound on his back, he was more happy than in pain.
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, glancing down at Su Fuliu: "What a crybaby, why does she cry at the drop of a hat? She has no manly manners at all."
Su Fuliu sniffed: "Who says men can't cry? Your Highness risked your life to rush into the fire to save me, and I'm moved to tears, so it's not allowed!"
"In my opinion, you weren't moved to tears. With your timid nature, you must have been scared by the raging fire," Feng Muting chuckled.
"..." Su Fuliu admitted that he was indeed frightened.
But he was more moved by Feng Muting.
He never expected that Feng Muting would risk his life to rush into the fire to save him.
He owes Feng Muting another life; how is he going to repay it?
At this moment, Su Yan exclaimed, "Your Highness, your back..."
When Su Fuliu heard Su Yan's words, it reminded him of when Feng Muting was hit by a beam in the fire and he immediately let go, only then realizing that his hands were covered in blood.
So he quickly went around to Feng Muting's back.
Feng Muting tried to hide from him, but he still saw it.
Su Fuliu saw Feng Muting's back and was horrified; a large area of Feng Muting's back was covered in blood and gore.
"Heavens! Quickly, call the royal physician!" Su Fuliu exclaimed, then went over to help Feng Muting. "Your Highness, let me help you back."
"It's nothing," Feng Muting said.
"It's alright, the meat is already cooked, the little one can smell the aroma of roasted meat!" Su Fuliu said irritably.
With Feng Muting's back in such a state, how could he say he was alright?
Feng Muting was amused by his words: "It seems that you are not only a little money-grubber, but also a little foodie."
Su Fuliu wasn't in the mood for jokes; seeing the state of his back, she felt heartbroken.
Even if the wound on his back heals, it will probably leave a large scar.
"Your Highness, please stop talking and go back to your room so the royal physician can come and treat your wounds!" Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu's nervous and distressed expression and smiled slightly: "Okay."
Afterwards, Su Fuliu helped Feng Muting back to his room, and the royal physician also arrived.
"Help the prince take off his clothes," the physician said.
Su Fuliu nodded and carefully helped Feng Muting take off his clothes, but no matter how careful he was, he still managed to tear the piece on his back.
He didn't dare to use any force with his hands, but the expression on his face showed that he was putting in a lot of effort.
Looking at him, Feng Muting found it amusing: "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were using all your strength to take off these clothes, judging from your expression."
"I was just afraid of aggravating Your Highness's wound, which would be in pain!" Su Fuliu replied.
“But if you take it so slowly, you can’t guarantee that you won’t aggravate the wound. Instead, you’ll cause me pain every now and then. It’s better to grit your teeth and just take it off,” Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had just aggravated Feng Muting's wound several times. If Feng Muting hadn't had such good endurance, he would have cried out in pain long ago.
"Well, well... I'll just take my clothes off right away, Your Highness, please bear with it!" Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting nodded.
Su Fuliu took a deep breath, then gritted her teeth and took off her clothes.
He saw it all; a piece of skin was torn off his clothes, and Feng Muting just frowned, enduring the pain without making a sound.
Then, Su Fuliu quickly said to the royal physician, "Hurry up and treat the prince's wound. Be gentle, don't hurt him!"
The physician nodded and said to Feng Muting, "Your Highness, lie down on the bed. I will treat your wound very gently. But even the gentlest wound will hurt. Applying medicine will be excruciating. Your Highness had better be prepared."
"I know, it's alright," Feng Muting said after lying down on the bed.
Upon hearing the physician's words, Su Fuliu frowned deeply. He thought for a moment, and then...
Chapter 68 What are you afraid of?
Su Fuliu walked to the bedside and sat down, then reached out and grabbed Feng Muting's hand: "If Your Highness feels any pain, just hold my hand tightly."
"I'm afraid if I really get hurt, I might crush your hand bones with a little force," Feng Muting laughed.
Su Fuliu shook her head: "Your Highness suffered such a serious injury because of me. So what if Your Highness crushed my hand!"
"At least you have some conscience." Feng Muting looked at the hand that Su Fuliu was holding, smiled, and then pulled his hand away, instead holding Su Fuliu's hand.
Su Fuliu's hands were smooth and soft, unlike Feng Muting's hands, which were calloused from years of martial arts practice.
"Your Highness, please prepare yourselves. I am about to begin treating your wounds," the royal physician said.
"Hmm," Feng Muting responded, without much reaction.
On the contrary, Su Fuliu immediately became nervous and didn't dare to look, so he lowered his head.
Feng Muting looked at him and laughed, "If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
Su Fuliu replied, "Isn't Your Highness afraid? It looks painful."
"Just bear the pain. Besides, aren't you here to give me strength?" Feng Muting grabbed his hand and gestured.
Su Fuliu pouted, "Your Highness, if it starts hurting later, please be a little... a little gentler. Although I don't mind losing my hand, I'm afraid of pain..."
Feng Muting smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to crush your hand. If I did, who would cook delicious food for me in the future?"
"Yes, yes, we mustn't crush it. If we crush it, I won't be able to cook anything delicious for Your Highness," Su Fuliu replied.
At this moment, Feng Muting suddenly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and frowned.
Su Fuliu was taken aback, then looked at the royal physician, who had already begun treating the wound on Feng Muting's back.
But he didn't feel Feng Muting gripping his hand tightly at all, which showed that Feng Muting was holding back and not using force on his hand.
He looked at Feng Muting and saw beads of sweat slowly forming on Feng Muting's forehead.
He looked left and right, thinking that there was no way he could find a handkerchief here, so he grabbed the sleeve of his other hand and wiped Feng Muting's sweat.
"Your Highness, you'll have to bear it a little longer; it's going to hurt even more now," the royal physician said.
Su Fuliu frowned: "Isn't that enough? The prince is already sweating profusely from the pain, and there's something even more painful?"
The physician nodded.
Su Fuliu clicked his tongue, then didn't dare to watch the physician treat the wound anymore. He placed his other hand on the back of Feng Muting's hand.
At this moment, he felt Feng Muting's hand tightening, but he could accept the force; it didn't hurt, just felt a bit tight.
Clearly, it hurt even more this time.
Feng Muting found it even harder to endure.
The more this happened, the sadder Su Fuliu felt.
If it weren't for saving him, Feng Muting wouldn't have been so badly injured.
Just think, he's a prince of noble status, while he's just a lowly servant, yet Feng Muting risked his life to save him.
He will remember this kindness in his heart for the rest of his life.
For the next period of time, all Su Fuliu could do was wipe Feng Muting's sweat from time to time, and when she wasn't wiping his sweat, she would hold Feng Muting's hand tightly.
But seeing that Feng Muting was really enduring the hardship, he thought for a moment and then said, "Shall I sing a song for Your Highness?"
"Sure, but not now," Feng Muting squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.
Su Fuliu looked at him in confusion: "But I want to sing now, so that maybe when the prince hears it, he can be distracted and won't feel so much pain."
Feng Muting shook his head slightly: "No, I said, not now."
Su Fuliu pouted, completely puzzled. Feng Muting had agreed to let him sing, but wouldn't let him sing now. What was the point of him singing later?