He has studied medicine for so many years and has never seen it before.
“That means people who can perform acupuncture with their left hand are very rare. Even my senior brother has never seen one. We can only ask our master. He is old and experienced, and he must have seen one,” Bai Yulang said.
Lu Chimo nodded: "Yes, what you said makes sense. Let's go back first, rest for a few days, and then go back to our sect to ask our master."
"Okay, I haven't seen Master for a long time. But this time I sneaked out to see my senior brother. Master will definitely scold me when I get back. Senior brother, you have to keep an eye on Master for me!"
Lu Chimo chuckled lightly: "Yes, your senior brother will naturally protect you."
Meanwhile, Su Yan returned to Feng Muting and reported, "Your Highness, I have already thrown Bai Yulang out of the manor."
Feng Muting's anger hadn't subsided: "Did you add a few more kicks?"
“…Uh.” Su Yan choked, wondering what Bai Yulang had done to anger their prince so much.
"Never mind, I'll go see Fu Liu instead." Feng Muting could only feel at ease when he saw Su Fu Liu.
After saying that, he went to Su Fuliu's room.
At this moment, Su Fuliu was tidying up the room.
When Feng Muting arrived, he had just made the bed neatly and cleanly.
"Didn't I tell you to rest?" Feng Muting said as he walked in.
Su Fuliu turned to look at Feng Muting: "If we rest now, we won't be able to sleep tonight, so how will we go mushroom picking tomorrow?"
He was preoccupied with the idea of going mushroom picking.
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting felt a wave of helplessness. If it weren't for this matter, he would have already eaten that silly rabbit.
Chapter 188 You are the one I love.
“That’s true, but cleaning the house is such a tiring task, you can just let the servants do it,” Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Am I just a servant?"
Feng Muting frowned: "You are not a servant, you are now the one I love! How could the one I cherish do such menial work?"
Su Fuliu blushed slightly upon hearing this.
"May I sleep here tonight?" Feng Muting asked, seizing the opportunity.
"Does Your Highness like this room of mine that much?" Su Fuliu asked in return.
Feng Muting immediately nodded: "Yes!"
Su Fuliu smiled and said, "Alright then, let the prince stay in this room. I'll stay in the prince's big room. I had the pleasure of staying there before, and the big bed the prince sleeps in is very comfortable."
"..." Feng Muting didn't expect him to say that, and almost choked on his own saliva.
“If Your Highness doesn’t speak, then I’ll take that as Your Highness agrees,” Su Fuliu said, pretending to walk out.
Feng Muting immediately stopped him: "Don't you know why I like this room of yours? It's because you're here. Wherever you are, that's the best place."
Seeing his anxious explanation, Su Fuliu couldn't help but laugh: "I know, I know, I was just joking with the prince."
Feng Muting raised an eyebrow and said, "You've gone astray. Did that Bai Yulang teach you again?"
"No, Your Highness, please don't wrong him." Su Fuliu didn't know why Feng Muting suddenly had such great hostility towards Bai Yulang.
"That's good. That Bai Yulang is no good. You should avoid him if you run into him in the future," Feng Muting instructed.
At that moment, Bai Yulang, who was being carried on Lu Chimo's back, suddenly sneezed. He wondered who was talking badly about him behind his back.
But he said on the surface, "Senior brother, I'm a little cold."
“It’s cool in the evening, so it’s not appropriate to carry you. You should get down first, and I’ll carry you.” Lu Chimo said, putting Bai Yulang down.
Bai Yulang looked at him and asked, "Senior brother, you must be exhausted."
Lu Chimo shook his head: "Senior brother is not tired. Come here, let senior brother hug you."
As he spoke, he swept Bai Yulang into his arms.
Bai Yulang, looking shy, hooked his arm around his neck: "Senior brother, you have such great stamina..."
...
Seeing Su Fuliu's dazed expression, Feng Muting said again, "What are you thinking about? I told you to avoid Bai Yulang when you see him, and you're still considering it?"
Su Fuliu shook her head: "No, I was thinking about what to eat tonight. I'm already starting to get hungry."
"How about I take you out for a nice meal tonight? You can order whatever you like at Tianwei Restaurant," Feng Muting said.
"I don't want to go to Tianweilou, I want to go to the night market, to eat wontons, meat pie soup, sweet cakes, candied hawthorns..." Su Fuliu listed a bunch of snack names.
Feng Muting couldn't help but laugh and said, "With your build, can you really eat that much?"
"Of course I can eat it. I'm still growing, and besides, it's not like we can finish it all at once. We can eat as we stroll around, and before we know it, we've finished it." Su Fuliu suddenly really wanted to go out to the night market to eat snacks.
He had always wanted to do this when he was at the Forget-Worry Pavilion, but back then, the proprietress wouldn't let him go out alone, fearing that bad people would target him.
However, he didn't want the people from the Forget-Worry Pavilion to accompany him, so this little wish remained unfulfilled.
Now that Feng Muting is around, he can go out and eat and drink without worry.
“Okay, let’s go to the night market and eat some snacks.” Feng Muting readily agreed.
Since Su Fuliu took the initiative to suggest something to do, he would naturally accompany him.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Su Fuliu was very happy.
Looking at his happy expression, Feng Muting thought of his previous fear and trepidation, and couldn't help but wonder about his dark and painful past. He decided not to ask any more questions.
He wanted his little silly boy to have only happiness and joy in the days to come.
But that doesn't mean he'll ignore the pain and suffering the little idiot had endured. He'll definitely find out the truth, and he certainly won't let that bastard get away with it.
Feng Muting reached out and gently stroked Su Fuliu's face: "Silly girl, your happiness is the greatest gratitude I can give you."
Chapter 189 Who's Asking for Death?
Night falls and the city lights come on.
Feng Muting took his pet rabbit out.
The first thing they encountered was a wonton stall. Su Fuliu said, "Your Highness, shall we have a bowl of wontons first?"
"Okay." Feng Muting responded and went over to say, "Two bowls of wontons, please."
"Alright, please find a seat, I'll cook for you right away."
Su Fuliu glanced around and found that the wonton stall was doing quite well, with no empty seats. Just as she was about to tell Feng Muting to wait a bit, she saw two people finish eating and leave.
Overjoyed, he immediately dragged Feng Muting over to grab a seat.
Feng Muting didn't say anything, letting him lead him over, smiling as he watched him anxiously looking as if he was afraid someone would take his seat.
He had never eaten at a roadside stall before, let alone fought with others for a seat.
But if Su Fuliu is happy, then he'll stay with him.
They had just reached the table, but before they could even sit down, someone plopped down on it, pushing Su Fuliu back a step.
Feng Muting supported Su Fuliu, his veins bulging as he looked at the man, and kicked the stool under the man's buttocks away.
The man plopped down on the ground, groaning in pain.
Then, rubbing his backside, he got up from the ground cursing and yelling, "Who is it? Are you looking for death?!"
After he stood still, he looked at Feng Muting.
Feng Muting didn't say a word, but just looked at him with a gloomy face.
The aura was so intimidating that he couldn't help but tremble.
He didn't dare look Feng Muting in the eyes; Feng Muting's eyes seemed capable of shooting him dead.
At this moment, Feng Muting slowly said, "Who's courting death?"
The man instantly trembled like a leaf in the dead of winter: "I...I...I was asking for death, I was asking for death, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
Although Feng Muting was being fierce with the man, Su Fuliu was still a little scared. He secretly tugged at Feng Muting's sleeve and whispered, "Your Highness..."
Feng Muting glanced at Su Fuliu. Afraid of scaring the rabbit, he had no choice but to restrain his aura and said to the man, "Get lost."
"Yes, yes." The man immediately turned around and tried to run away.
Then Feng Muting shouted again, "Wait a minute!"
The man shuddered, turned around to look at him, and thought he had regretted letting him go, and broke out in a cold sweat.
Feng Muting, however, said, "Bring the stool back and put it away properly for me!"
"Yes, yes." Upon hearing this, the man quickly ran over and carried the stool that Feng Muting had kicked away back to its original position. He then wiped it with his sleeve. "Please, please."
Feng Muting nodded in satisfaction and said, "Keep rolling."
"Yes." The man immediately scurried away.
Then, Feng Muting asked Su Fuliu to sit down, and he sat opposite him.
Su Fuliu glanced around. The once bustling wonton stall was now eerily quiet. Everyone was so frightened by Feng Muting that they didn't even dare to eat the wontons.
“Your Highness, look! You’ve scared everyone,” Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting glanced at them and said in a loud voice, "Why aren't you eating? Are you waiting for me to treat you one by one?!"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone acted as if their butts were on fire, and immediately finished the wontons in their bowls in no time.
Before long, the wonton stall, which was previously packed with people, was empty.
"Your Highness..." Su Fuliu called out helplessly.
Feng Muting said, "It's much quieter now, we can eat our wontons in peace."
"..."
Then, the stall owner came over, trembling, carrying two bowls of wontons.
Feng Muting frowned slightly: "What are you trembling about? If you spill the soup and burn my people, I'll chop off your hand!"
The stall owner was startled and immediately gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to tremble.