Lu Chimo didn't speak, but watched Su Fuliu's moves with a slight frown.
Finally, Feng Muting was struck by Su Fuliu's palm. He felt a metallic taste in his throat, and in order not to make Su Fuliu feel guilty, he could only force himself to swallow the blood that he almost vomited.
He thought it was over, but Su Fuliu didn't seem to want to stop. She swung her sharp palms at him again.
"Ah Liu?!" Feng Muting called out.
Su Fuliu was slightly taken aback, then immediately swung her palm to the side, shattering the stone table in the courtyard.
He then withdrew his internal energy and stopped: "Tinglang, are you alright?"
Feng Muting shook his head: "It's nothing."
But actually, his chest was still numb from the shock of Su Fuliu's palm strike.
Bai Yulang ran over and said with a smile, "Brother Liu, you're so amazing now!"
Su Fuliu looked down at his hands and knew that he had just recovered and was not yet able to control them freely. He had almost injured Feng Muting just now.
“Ah Liu has only just recovered, and she just sparred with me. She must be tired. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest for a while?” Feng Muting said.
"Okay, sure." Su Fuliu nodded, and the group went back to their room together.
As soon as Su Fuliu was back in bed, Feng Muting said, "Then A-Liu, rest first. I have some things to take care of."
“Okay.” Su Fuliu knew that Feng Muting was extremely busy right now.
Lu Chimo also said, "Young Master Su, please rest well. Yulang and I will also go back to our rooms first."
"Hmm." Su Fuliu nodded again. Soon everyone left, leaving Su Fuliu alone on the bed, lost in thought.
Feng Muting walked together with Lu Chimo and Bai Yulang.
At the fork in the road, Lu Chimo said to Bai Yulang, "Yulang, you go back to your room first. Your senior brother and the prince still have some matters to attend to."
"Oh..." Although Bai Yulang was very curious about what could be going on between Lu Chimo and Feng Muting, he didn't ask any more questions. He just glanced at them and went back to his room.
Lu Chimo glanced at Feng Muting, then walked with Feng Muting down another path to the study.
Chapter 400 Is Ah Liu's martial arts really that wild?
After arriving at the study, Feng Muting sat down.
Lu Chimo said, "Young Master Su's palm strike just now was quite powerful; the Prince has already been injured."
"Hmm." Feng Muting didn't say much, just responded.
Lu Chimo then went over and treated him with acupuncture.
Feng Muting finally felt some relief in his chest, and he asked, "Is A-Liu's martial arts really that wild?"
"Does Your Highness mean that Young Master Su is having some difficulty controlling his internal energy?"
Feng Muting nodded slightly: "In short, there's something strange about it that I can't quite put my finger on."
"Actually, I had this feeling when Young Master Su was sparring with the Prince just now. I felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it."
"Didn't you find anything wrong when you took his pulse?" Feng Muting asked.
Lu Chimo shook his head: "No, if it were, I wouldn't feel strange."
"It seems that A-Liu hasn't used martial arts for several years, and now that he has suddenly resumed his martial arts, his body is not used to it." Feng Muting felt that since Lu Chimo said that Su Fuliu's pulse was fine, it must be that Su Fuliu had not yet adapted.
"Well, judging from his condition, we should try to prevent him from resorting to violence. Let's wait until his body has adjusted for a while before making any moves."
"Um."
“Then Your Highness should rest well. If you don’t rest well, Young Master Su will easily notice, and then Young Master Su will definitely blame himself again,” Lu Chimo added.
"I know."
Lu Chimo bowed and left. As he stepped out of the study, he frowned, feeling uneasy.
Back in the room, Bai Yulang came over and asked, "Senior brother, what's going on between you and the prince?"
"It's nothing. The prince was injured by Young Master Su, so I'm just treating him," Lu Chimo replied.
"Ah, the Prince was injured by Brother Liu?"
"Well, Young Master Su doesn't know, so don't let it slip to him," Lu Chimo quickly reminded him.
"Oh, I saw Brother Liu slap the Prince, but the Prince didn't react at all, so I thought he was fine. It seems that the slap was quite heavy." Bai Yulang couldn't help but shake his head, marveling at Su Fuliu's high level of martial arts.
"It's not light, but fortunately the prince can withstand it. If it were someone with slightly weaker martial arts skills, they would have collapsed and vomited blood."
Bai Yulang frowned after hearing this: "Although I thought that once Brother Liu had martial arts skills, he wouldn't be bullied by the Prince anymore, but... Brother Liu hit so hard, I feel sorry for the Prince. Moreover, the Prince doesn't dare to let Brother Liu know. From this perspective, the Prince is quite considerate to Brother Liu, afraid that Brother Liu will blame himself."
"Young Master Su has just recovered his martial arts skills and is not yet able to control his internal energy proficiently. He will be fine after a while."
"Well, senior brother, shouldn't we go back now?" Bai Yulang asked.
Lu Chimo pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Let's stay a few more days. I'll observe Young Master Su a bit more and see if he can adapt well to his own internal energy."
“Sure, we’ve already been here for a few months, so what’s a few more days?” Bai Yulang nodded.
Su Fuliu was still lying in bed, raising her hands and looking at them over and over.
He knew he would lose control, because when his inner strength returned, he clearly felt his whole body filled with power, and that power was like countless wild beasts rushing wildly through his body.
When he sparred with Feng Muting just now, he even slapped him. Although Feng Muting seemed to be fine, could he have been holding back?
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu put down her hand, sat up abruptly, got out of bed, and went out to find Feng Muting.
Chapter 401 Don't Cry, My Darling
Su Fuliu went to the outside of the study and knocked on the door.
At that moment, Feng Muting was sitting on the soft couch in his study, practicing his internal energy and regulating his breathing, and did not hear it.
Su Fuliu couldn't help but feel worried. Wasn't Feng Muting in the study? Why was there no response when she knocked on the door?
Could he have really been injured and fainted in the study?
Thinking of this, he disregarded all manners, slammed the door open with his palm, and rushed inside: "Tinglang!"
As soon as he entered, he saw Feng Muting sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, clearly practicing his internal energy.
Normally only people with internal injuries need to do this, so Feng Muting is truly injured.
Feng Muting immediately stopped. He opened his eyes and saw Su Fuliu running towards him: "Aliu, what brings you here? Weren't you resting?!"
Su Fuliu ran up to him, without replying, and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse.
Feng Muting quickly pulled his hand away from his, a hint of panic flashing across his face: "Can't A-Liu sleep? Then let me accompany A-Liu for a walk."
Su Fuliu stared at him without answering, and said instead, "Tinglang, put your hand out!"
"Why are you so serious, Ah Liu? Do I have to hold your hand before you'll go for a walk?" Feng Muting smiled.
But Su Fuliu kept a straight face and didn't joke with him: "Tinglang, I said put your hand out!"
“Ah Liu…” Feng Muting looked at him with difficulty.
"I'll say it one last time, put your hand out!" Su Fuliu said with an air of absolute authority.
Seeing that he was about to get angry, Feng Muting didn't dare to disobey and could only slowly extend a hand.
Su Fuliu then raised her hand to feel Feng Muting's pulse. After a while, he withdrew his hand, his face showing heartache and self-blame, and of course, anger.
"Tinglang was clearly injured, why didn't you tell me?!"
"I……"
"Your injuries are quite severe, yet you're pretending nothing's wrong!"
"I'm fine..."
"You call this nothing? If you were nothing, why would you be here practicing your internal energy to recover? You told me you had something to do, but I thought you were busy with state affairs. Turns out you're here healing. You lied to me! You said you wouldn't lie to me!"
"I'm not... I'm afraid, afraid of you... Hey, don't cry!" Before Feng Muting could finish speaking, he saw Su Fuliu start crying.
With a pang of heartache, he quickly reached out to wipe away the tears rolling down Su Fuliu's cheeks: "It's my fault, it's my fault, I shouldn't have lied to you, don't cry, sweetheart!"
Su Fuliu hugged Feng Muting: "I'm not a good boy, I'm a bad boy, a stinky boy. I actually hurt you. I will never spar with you again."
"No, no, you're not a bad baby or a stinky baby. You're my good baby and my sweet baby. It's alright now. Doctor Lu has already treated me. I also meditated for a while. I'll recover after a little more rest," Feng Muting comforted him.
"Then why don't you go back to your room and rest?" With that, Su Fuliu took Feng Muting's hand and led him back to his room.
After arriving at the room, Su Fuliu pressed Feng Muting onto the bed: "Tinglang, lie down properly. I'll go and get you some medicine to help you recover better."
As he spoke, he covered Feng Muting with the blanket and prepared to leave.
But Feng Muting grabbed his wrist: "No need, A-Liu can stay here with me."
"But I'm the one who injured you. I can't bear not doing something." Su Fuliu was now extremely remorseful. He shouldn't have listened to Feng Muting and hit so hard. He should have held back.
"If A-Liu really feels bad, then lie down over there and let me hug you. Holding A-Liu will make you feel better faster than taking any medicine," Feng Muting said with a smile.
Chapter 402 The weather is especially nice today, hahaha
Su Fuliu couldn't bear to refuse Feng Muting, so she obediently lay down and snuggled into his arms.
Feng Muting held the soft Su Fuliu in his arms and said contentedly, "That's wonderful."
"Is Tinglang still in pain?" Su Fuliu asked apologetically.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it hasn't hurt for a long time. Don't blame yourself, A-Liu. I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would blame yourself, but you still found out."
"I'm sorry..." Su Fuliu never expected that the first thing he did after regaining his martial arts skills would be to injure Feng Muting. He felt extremely sad and guilty.
"It's really nothing, good A-Liu, don't blame yourself. I'm perfectly fine, I could even discuss life with A-Liu a few times without any problem." Feng Muting laughed.
Su Fuliu blushed and was about to hit him, but then she was afraid that she had internal energy now and would hurt him if she hit him, so she didn't do anything. Instead, she said, "Tinglang is always so improper."
"I'm only being indecent with A-Liu." Feng Muting chuckled, leaning closer to gently nibble on Su Fuliu's ear. "It's been three months, A-Liu..."
Su Fuliu's face grew increasingly red: "You're injured, don't overthink things."
“It’s alright…” Feng Muting tried to move closer again.
But Su Fuliu stopped her with her hand: "No, you're still injured."