"That's settled then. Enough with the nonsense. I'm hungry. Go get me something to eat."
“Yes…” Su Fuliu puffed out her cheeks and went to get food for Feng Muting.
Feng Muting lay on his pillow, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, "What the hell? Logically speaking, his bed should be more comfortable than the servants' bed."
But why is Su Fuliu's bed much more comfortable than his?
Soon Su Fuliu brought over the food: "Shall I feed Your Highness?"
"Um."
"Okay." Su Fuliu sat down on the edge of the bed with the food and began to feed Feng Muting.
In the evening, Su Fuliu brought hot water, wrung out a towel, and washed Feng Muting's face and hands.
Then they changed the basin and cloth and wiped Feng Muting's feet.
When the rubbed foot touched the sole, Feng Muting instinctively pulled his foot back.
Su Fuliu immediately burst out laughing: "Your Highness is ticklish?!"
Feng Muting frowned slightly: "So, this king can't be ticklish?"
Su Fuliu shook her head: "No, that's not what I meant."
"So what do you mean?"
Su Fuliu smiled again: "I've heard that men who are ticklish tend to be very loving towards their wives. It seems that Your Highness's future wife is very lucky."
Feng Muting was taken aback upon hearing this, and then asked, "What if your wife is ticklish?"
Su Fuliu thought for a moment and replied, "This should be the same, right? If your wife is ticklish, of course she'll cherish her husband!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Muting reached out and pinched Su Fuliu's waist.
Su Fuliu immediately stood up, taking two steps back, feeling itchy: "Why is Your Highness tickling me?"
"You're ticklish too."
"Of course I'm ticklish! I'll definitely be a good man who will cherish his wife in the future!" Su Fuliu said with a determined look.
Feng Muting smiled upon hearing this.
Su Fuliu was taken aback, then snorted, "Your Highness, don't disbelieve me. I'll definitely be a good man who will cherish his wife in the future!"
Feng Muting smiled after hearing this.
Su Fuliu pouted, thinking that Feng Muting didn't believe he could be a good man who would love his wife.
Little did he know that Feng Muting wasn't laughing at all.
"Hmph." Su Fuliu snorted lightly, somewhat annoyed.
But I dare not say it.
She could only angrily put the handkerchief into the basin and then carry the basin outside.
Then Su Fuliu changed the basin and brought back hot water; he needed to wash himself too.
Feng Muting watched Su Fuliu angrily washing her face and feet by herself, and laughed, "Do you know what you look like right now?"
Su Fuliu glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Feng Muting continued, "Like a pufferfish, a pufferfish that's puffed up."
"..." Su Fuliu felt even angrier. How could he say that he looked like a pufferfish? How did he look like a pufferfish at all!
If it weren't for the fact that the other party was Feng Muting, he would definitely have retorted!
Feng Muting laughed loudly and said, "Look, it looks even more like it now."
"..." Su Fuliu was speechless for a moment. After he finished washing, he poured out the water, then came back and walked to the bedside.
He glanced at Feng Muting lying on the bed, then silently took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
Although they were both men, he still felt a little awkward.
After all, it was her first time sleeping with a man.
Of course, he never slept with a woman either.
He has always slept alone.
Suddenly having multiple people sleeping together, especially one's master, is an incredibly awkward feeling.
Feng Muting could clearly feel that Su Fuliu's body was a little stiff. Needless to say, she was definitely not used to it, plus she was restrained.
He thought for a moment, then said...
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A note from the author:
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I got stuck here again...
Chapter 79 Keeping Promises
"Don't you find it strange that a princess would do such a despicable thing?" Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu, who was already feeling quite uncomfortable, had her curiosity piqued again upon hearing this.
He turned to face Feng Muting, blinked, and asked, "Why?"
Feng Muting successfully diverted his attention, making him less reserved.
"Her mother rose to power through such despicable means. Like mother, like daughter, understand?"
Su Fuliu was astonished upon hearing this: "I see."
Then he added, "However, if her mother treats the Emperor like that, and the Emperor isn't as powerless as I am, wouldn't the Emperor just kill her?"
"It can only be said that her mother's methods are more sophisticated than hers. The Emperor is very susceptible to her charms. What man is not susceptible to this kind of charm? Only you are indifferent to your sister's initiative."
Su Fuliu thought for a moment, then asked, "What about the Prince? Does the Prince fall for this?"
“I won’t eat it,” Feng Muting replied without hesitation.
Su Fuliu smiled and said, "It seems that both I and Your Highness are good men!"
Looking at his silly grin, Feng Muting said, "Are you saying that the Emperor isn't a good man?"
Su Fuliu was startled, then immediately explained, "I didn't mean that. I only said that we are good men, not that the Emperor is not a good man. Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense. If this gets to the Emperor's ears, I will lose my head."
“Then… if you sing me a little tune, I won’t tell the Emperor about this,” Feng Muting replied.
“Sing, sing, sing! As long as Your Highness doesn’t tell the Emperor!” Su Fuliu immediately agreed.
He remembered the last time Feng Muting asked him to sing a little tune for him, but they changed the subject while talking, and in the end he didn't sing.
Tonight was the first time he sang a little tune for Feng Muting.
Moreover, they sang at such close range.
"Well, sing it. If you sing well and I like it, then I won't say anything. If you don't sing well, then I'll have to think about it," Feng Muting said with a smile.
"I will certainly sing my heart out, but Your Highness must also listen attentively and offer your evaluation," Su Fuliu said.
"Okay, sing it."
"Alright, then I'll sing a song—'Water Sleeves Chant'."
"Um."
Then, Su Fuliu began to sing softly.
Feng Muting watched him sing very attentively.
After she finished singing, Su Fuliu immediately looked at Feng Muting and asked expectantly, "How was it, Your Highness? Was it good?"
"It sounds nice."
"Then Your Highness must keep your promise and not complain to the Emperor about me."
"Okay, I won't tell."
Su Fuliu chuckled, realizing that he wasn't entirely useless after all.
I never imagined that singing could save a life.
Just as he was feeling smug, Feng Muting asked, "I heard the lyrics say that the water sleeves are broken?"
Su Fuliu nodded: "Yes, it seems that Your Highness really listened to my singing very carefully."
Feng Muting laughed: "I think this piece should be renamed. It shouldn't just be called 'Water Sleeves Chant'."
"What else should we call it if not 'Water Sleeves Chant'?"
Feng Muting raised an eyebrow slightly but did not answer.
Su Fuliu pursed her lips, then pondered what Feng Muting had just said, and thought about the song title, and instantly understood.
His face immediately turned red, and he became uncomfortable.
He thought for a moment, then offered an explanation...
Chapter 80 Making Little Tigers
"I sang this song with no other meaning than that, Your Highness, please don't misunderstand!" Su Fuliu quickly explained.
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?" Feng Muting looked at him, who was quite nervous, with amusement.
Su Fuliu was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head: "No, nothing at all. In short, I was just singing a little song for Your Highness. There were no other hints. I'm not that kind of person!"
"You've really confused me. One minute you're misunderstanding, the next you're hinting. What are you talking about?" Feng Muting was just trying to amuse him.
His flustered and helpless look was quite amusing.
"No, I didn't mean anything by it. I just sang a song, Your Highness."
“But I didn’t say anything, isn’t your reaction a bit too much?” Feng Muting asked again.
"..." Su Fuliu calmed down instantly. It seemed that Feng Muting had just said a few words casually, but he was the one who was giving all sorts of explanations.
It was nothing at first, but his fuss made it seem like he was trying to cover it up.