Su Fuliu reached out and touched, trying to grab the handkerchief in Feng Muting's hand.
Feng Muting replied, "How can you do these things in the state you are in? I've already given you a bath, what's a little more time?"
As he spoke, he took the handkerchief and continued to wipe Su Fuliu's body.
Su Fuliu's hands clenched into fists again, she was extremely nervous.
Fortunately, nothing embarrassing happened in the end.
After Feng Muting helped him put on his clothes, he felt something was off and asked, "Your Highness, why do I feel that these clothes don't fit me quite right? Did I lose weight after taking a bath?"
Feng Muting laughed and said, "These clothes in the hot spring pool are definitely my clothes. I didn't bring yours, so you'll have to wear mine for now."
"Oh, so these are the prince's clothes. No wonder they felt a bit big."
"Don't worry, the new clothes will definitely fit perfectly once they're finished," Feng Muting replied.
Su Fuliu nodded: "Then let's go back and change back into my own clothes."
"It's fine to wear it like this."
"But these are the prince's clothes. It's not good for me to be seen wearing the prince's clothes."
Feng Muting shook his head: "Why are you still worried about these things? Who would dare to say a word? However, if you want to go back and change, I would be happy to help you change."
Su Fuliu choked for a moment, thinking that after he went back, he would be bedridden and wouldn't need to go out to see anyone, so it wouldn't matter if he wore Feng Muting's clothes.
Besides, he can't see now, so he doesn't know what kind of expressions other people have when they look at him.
So let's not change then, so we don't have to go back and change clothes, otherwise Feng Muting will see us all.
Just as he was thinking about these things, he suddenly felt light and was lifted up by Feng Muting. He instinctively hooked his arms around Feng Muting's neck and said, "Your Highness, just help me back. You don't need to carry me. It's tiring."
"How could I feel tired holding you?" Feng Muting chuckled, then carried him away from the hot spring and back to the room.
Su Fuliu is a clean person, so the bedding in Feng Muting's room has already been replaced with new ones.
And it was a bright, vibrant red.
Feng Muting placed Su Fuliu on the bed, not forgetting to tell him, "The bedding has been changed and is very clean."
"Hmm." Su Fuliu thought Feng Muting was really too thoughtful and considerate.
In the following days, Su Fuliu rested in bed to recover from her injuries, while Feng Muting took care of her attentively.
On a bright and sunny morning, Su Yan carried a tray with two new clothes on it and carefully walked to Feng Muting's room.
"Your Highness, the new clothes you had made are ready."
Feng Muting had just finished feeding Su Fuliu porridge when he saw the new clothes arrive. He was overjoyed and hurriedly went over to put the empty bowl on the table. He reached out and touched the finished new clothes, saying, "Jinhua Workshop's craftsmanship is quite good. It did not disappoint me."
Su Fuliu sat there and asked, "Your Highness, is this the new dress you made the other day?"
Feng Muting nodded: "Yes, I'll help you change in a bit."
"Unfortunately, I can't see it..." Su Fuliu suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Feng Muting paused for a moment, then said, "My eyes are your eyes. What I see is what you see. You just need to know that this dress is beautiful, and you will look even better in it."
Su Fuliu chuckled lightly: "Your Highness is getting better and better at talking."
Su Yan stood there, not daring to lift his head even slightly, and couldn't help but think to himself: The prince is just getting better at talking to you.
Chapter 202: Congratulations
Feng Muting continued, "Your injuries have almost healed after these few days of recuperation. After you change into your new clothes, I will take you to find Doctor Lu. I have already asked around and found out that he and his fellow disciple have returned to their sect, so we need to go there to find him."
“Okay.” Su Fuliu nodded.
Feng Muting picked up a piece of clothing from the face and walked back to the bedside: "Come, let me help you get out of bed and change your clothes."
"Um."
Su Yan stood to the side watching, feeling somewhat superfluous.
This was something that should have been done by him, a servant, but the prince did it so naturally.
As Feng Muting helped Su Fuliu tie her belt, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Your waist is so thin, it breaks my heart to see you so slender."
"Are you... alright?"
"What do you think? Your waist is so long, it leaves no room for those women to live," Feng Muting laughed, then leaned close to Su Fuliu's ear and whispered, "And it leaves no room for me to live either..."
Su Fuliu's face instantly turned red.
Its white and pinkish appearance is absolutely delicious.
Standing by the table watching Feng Muting and Su Fuliu whispering to each other, Su Yan couldn't help but feel depressed. Had their prince forgotten about him?
He's a grown man, and he's still standing here.
After helping Su Fuliu change her clothes, Feng Muting couldn't wait to put on his own.
After changing, he looked at Su Yan, who was standing to the side wishing he could cover his eyes, and asked, "Su Yan, do I and Fu Liu look good in our new clothes?"
Su Yan nodded eagerly, "Beautiful, beautiful, absolutely beautiful! This red robe with cloud patterns and gold thread fits you and Little Su perfectly, so well and beautifully."
Feng Muting nodded in satisfaction.
Su Fuliu asked, somewhat puzzled, "Match? Does that mean my clothes are the same as the prince's?"
Su Yan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
"You just said it was red with cloud patterns... so this dress is red?" Su Fuliu asked again.
Su Yan paused for a moment, then secretly glanced at Feng Muting and replied, "Yes...yes, it's dark red, not that bright red. Dark red looks particularly noble and elegant when worn."
"..." Although Su Fuliu couldn't see it, the image of him and Feng Muting wearing red clothes appeared in his mind. How... how could it look so much like they were wearing wedding attire...
No, no, he can't just wear such clothes out casually. What will people think if they see him wearing the same clothes as Feng Muting, especially red ones?
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu raised her hand, preparing to take off the garment.
Seeing this, Feng Muting quickly grabbed his hand: "Fu Liu, what are you doing? You just got dressed."
“I…I don’t think it’s quite appropriate…” Su Fuliu replied.
“It’s suitable, how can it not be suitable? It looks great,” Feng Muting said.
As he spoke, he didn't forget to wink at Su Yan.
Su Yan was taken aback for a moment, then immediately said, "Yes, Xiao Su, you look so good in this. This is a style that the Prince has been choosing for a long time. If you don't wear it, wouldn't you be letting down the Prince's good intentions?"
"Hmm, this is a style I've been choosing for a long time. I thought that your fair skin would suit this color very well," Feng Muting added.
"But, but this color, and we're wearing the same clothes, so other people won't notice..."
"Why do you care what others do?"
Su Yan immediately chimed in, "Yes, Xiao Su, we don't think there's anything wrong with it either, because you really look good in this outfit. The Prince stayed up all night to choose the style for you, so don't let him down."
Su Fuliu looked troubled, but then he thought that he and Feng Muting were already together, so it didn't matter what others said.
Feng Muting had previously said that he didn't mind, so why should he mind?
Well, it was Feng Muting's good intention after all, and he really shouldn't let him down.
Feng Muting breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Su Fuliu lower her hand. Then he said to Su Yan, "Go and prepare the carriage. We'll be leaving later."
"Yes." Su Yan accepted the order and quickly left.
Only after Su Yan left did Su Fuliu say, "Your Highness has fooled me again. You clearly said that you were going to make new clothes for me and make one for me as well. But it turned out to be exactly the same, and it's red too. If it weren't for the fact that you went to the trouble of choosing it, I would definitely be angry and refuse to wear it."
Chapter 203 What are you worried about?
Feng Muting hurriedly coaxed, "I was afraid you wouldn't want it, so I said I made it for you on the side. Look, now that it's done, you almost didn't want it."
Su Fuliu gave a soft snort and said nothing more.
Anyway, I'm already wearing these clothes.
That's enough.
Let's just wear it like this.
After that, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu into the carriage and headed towards Lu Chimo's sect.
In the carriage, Feng Muting specially had several layers of soft bedding placed on it so that Su Fuliu could lie down more comfortably.
"Your Highness, what should we do if even Physician Lu can't cure my eyes?" Su Fuliu asked.
"No, even if Doctor Lu can't do it, his master definitely can. We're going to his sect, so his master must be there."
Upon hearing this, Su Fuliu suddenly became somewhat nervous: "Is the Divine Physician Yuan also in Guichen?"
"Hmm, he's not there. Where is he?"
"Too……"
"You also know about the Divine Physician Yuan and the Guichen he founded?"
“Oh… Doctor Lu told me about it…” Su Fuliu said somewhat nervously.
"I see." Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, who was completely incapable of lying, but did not expose him. He knew that since Su Fuliu intended to keep it from him, he naturally did not want to say it. He would not force Su Fuliu to say what he did not want to say.
To avoid reminding him of those unhappy things.
Su Fuliu thought for a moment and said, "Well... how about we don't go? Your Highness, why don't you send someone to Guichen to invite Doctor Lu over?"
Feng Muting was slightly taken aback, then said, "Going back and forth will take a lot of time. It would be better if we went directly, which would save time. You also want to regain your sight as soon as possible, right?"
"I……"
"What are you worried about?" Feng Muting asked.
Su Fuliu shook her head and said nothing more.
He lay there, his eyes downcast, lost in thought.
Feng Muting, on the other hand, figured it out with just a few words.
Su Fuliu wanted to back out as soon as he heard that Yuan Qingshan was in Guichen. He was obviously afraid of seeing Yuan Qingshan. If I'm not mistaken, he was afraid that Yuan Qingshan would recognize him.
After all, he had been intentionally concealing his identity.