Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

Luo Ange was lying on the couch, the dungeon was a little damp and cold, even though the blanket was wrapped tightly, the cold still soaked in slowly like cold water, it was so cold to the bone.

Luo Ange stroked his palm a few times, and suddenly remembered the exquisite dice hanging on his waist, and couldn't help but take it out and look at it carefully.

When Mu Ke saw this thing, his reaction was great. Even Luo Ange was thrown into the dungeon by Mu Ke in a rage because of this thing. Where is this exquisite dice?

Since it was hanging on his body, Luo Ange took it for granted that the nanny picked it out from the library to match the clothes, and he carefully looked at it by candlelight.

The hollowed out dice carved from high-quality mutton fat jade, the jade body is engraved with dark lines, the bright red acacia beans can be vaguely seen in the hollowed out carvings, and the moon-white tassels are hanging under the delicate wishful knots. It is a very delicate thing. But it wouldn't make Mu Ke angry, right?

Luo Ange turned the Linglong dice over and over, and suddenly saw a very small word engraved on the white jade near the wishful knot.

Luo Ange was taken aback, and hurriedly got down on the bed, walked to the side of the candle lamp, and carefully looked at it by the light.

This small character is actually... Ke? !

Luo Ange was taken aback, and subconsciously threw the Linglong dice out, covered her mouth in disbelief, and almost screamed out.

Mu Ke?Does this word refer to him?

No no no!Luo Ange quickly denied that there are too many people named Ke in the world, and Yunle doesn't have to worry about offending the name taboo of Prince Yi. Maybe this Ke is the name of the craftsman who made the dice?Zhang Ke, Li Ke, etc., why should he admire Ke?

Even though Luo Ange regarded it as a relic of Jing Ke who assassinated the King of Qin, he was unwilling to associate it with Mu Ke.

He returned to the bed restlessly, perhaps because his heart was in a mess, his body seemed to be getting colder, his head was dizzy, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Luo Ange wrapped the blanket tightly, curled up in the corner, his back was cold, but his forehead was hot.

Luo Ange felt that he must have a fever, he opened his mouth to ask the jailer to help him boil some hot water, but before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.

……

"How is he now?"

"Returning to Your Highness, Mr. Luo just suffered from the wind and cold because of the damp and cold dungeon. It is not a serious problem. I have already prescribed the medicine and asked the maid to cook it."

"Eunuch, go to the kitchen and watch for yourself, don't make any mistakes."

Immediately afterwards, a slightly shrill voice said, "Yes, Your Highness, this old slave is going right now, and nothing can go wrong."

It was too noisy, and there were many people talking around. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, Luo Ange still felt irritable. Coupled with the discomfort in his body, he couldn't help opening his eyes, trying to tell them to shut up, but when he opened his mouth, he found that His throat was burning like fire, and he could hardly make a sound.

The body was covered with a thick quilt, Luo Ange raised his hand and lifted it, but he didn't lift it, but let Mu Ke see it.

Mu Ke hurried over, tucked the quilt for him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Luo Ange moved his head, saw the dark yellow veil hanging down, and realized that he was no longer in the dungeon.

He felt a little hot on his body, so he couldn't help kicking the quilt, but Mu Ke held him tightly, and reprimanded slightly: "The imperial doctor said that you should cover up the quilt to sweat, don't move around, drink the medicine in a while, and sleep for a while." I think you'll be healed."

Luo Ange frowned, "I don't drink medicine!"

Why not just die of illness like this, Mu Ke has no reason to trouble Yun Le if he dies like this.

"You have to drink if you don't drink." Mu Ke forcefully expressed that now Luo Ange has no right to speak.

Luo Ange snorted coldly and shrank into the quilt.

Mu Ke was too lazy to argue with a confused patient, and after a while the medicine was boiled and brought in in a small silver cup, the clear yellow medicine soup was steaming hot.

The maid wanted to serve Luo Ange to drink medicine, but this man refused to show his head, so the maid looked back at Mu Ke in embarrassment, "Your Highness, this..."

Without saying a word, Mu Ke beckoned two guards outside to come in, pointed to the ball on the bed, "give him the medicine."

The two guards took the order and went over. They were both tall and thick men, and Luo Ange, who was delicate and frail, was like a lamb under their hands, with no power to resist.

Luo Ange was dragged out of the bed, and just about to yell, a guard grabbed his teeth, and with the other hand he took a silver cup and forcefully fed the medicinal soup into it.

Mu Ke's words in the East Palace were iron orders, Luo Ange didn't have any prestige here, and the two guards didn't show any mercy when they played with him.

The bitter medicine poured into his throat, Luo Ange couldn't help coughing, and a few teardrops welled up from the corners of his eyes.

He tried his best to push away the guard, his clothes were messed up, and he lay pitifully on the head of the bed.Half of the medicinal soup was spilled on the couch, and the rest was spilled on his clothes, and he hardly swallowed much.

Seeing this, the two guards planned to pour it again, but Mu Ke couldn't bear it anymore, so he waved his hand to tell them to back down.

A new medicine cup was brought in, and Mu Ke took it and sat on the side of the bed, maybe because Luo Ange looked too pitiful, he coaxed in a soft voice: "An Ge, drink up the medicine, or you will feel uncomfortable." you."

Luo Ange frowned aggrievedly, and whispered a word: "Bitter..."

Although Mu Ke felt that it was unimaginable for a man to be afraid of suffering, he still coaxed him patiently: "The imperial doctor said that this medicine is incompatible with sweets, so you can't put candied fruit in it. You should take the medicine obediently. When you recover, you I will give you whatever you want to eat."

Luo Ange still huddled under the quilt and did not speak.

Mu Ke is actually not very good at coaxing people, but he suppressed his anger and continued to coax: "Otherwise, if you take a sip and I will take a sip, I will suffer with you, so it won't be so bitter, right?"

Luo Ange was taken aback for a moment, and revealed a pair of eyes from under the quilt, looking at Mu Ke probingly, as if he didn't understand him.

The Wang Gonggong on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, no, the medicine is three-point poisonous, and His Highness is healthy, so you can't take medicine indiscriminately!"

Mu Ke didn't reply, but still looked at Luo Ange, and chuckled, "Why don't I feed you mouth to mouth? That's all right."

As soon as this was said, Mu Ke immediately felt that the second method was better.

Luo Ange was made angry and ashamed by this sentence, fearing that Mu Ke would really do this, he didn't care about suffering, so he quickly grabbed the medicine cup and drank it all in one go.

"Okay, okay, I can drink the medicine! You don't allow that, that... mouth to mouth!"

Mu Ke stared blankly at the empty bowl on the table, then looked at Luo Ange, and suddenly laughed, "You are not even afraid of death, but are you afraid of me kissing you?"

"I..." Luo Ange was speechless for a moment, then straightened his back and said righteously: "Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!"

After such a commotion, Luo Ange sweated even more, and his face became ruddy a lot.

Mu Ke didn't want him to toss about any more, so he pulled the quilt to cover him, and pressed him to lie down, "Okay, after drinking the medicine, lie down and sleep for a while, don't mess around."

Luo Ange wanted to curse a few more words, but couldn't bear the fatigue, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Mu Ke retreated from his servants and stood guard beside him.

After a quarter of an hour, Luo Ange's breathing became longer, and occasionally he murmured twice, as if in a dream.

Mu Ke stared at him for a long time, only felt that those two pink lips were extremely alluring, by accident, he leaned over and kissed Luo Ange's lips lightly, like a superficial touch, A very tender kiss.

Then he stared at Luo Ange, and said in a very soft voice: "Are you afraid that I will kiss you? If you don't speak, I will assume that you are not afraid."

Luo Ange just turned over, already asleep like mud.