Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

I don't know what was added to Shen Qing's prescription, it's not very bitter after brewing, but it still tastes a little sweet, so Mu Ke didn't have to bother to coax her, Luo Ange obediently drank all the medicine .

He probably thought it tasted good, so he smacked his lips and wanted to have another bowl.

Naturally, Mu Ke would not let him drink medicine indiscriminately, but asked someone to cook him a bowl of rock sugar pear juice, which was sweet anyway, even a fool like Luo Ange couldn't drink it.

Luo Ange sat innocently by the bed, holding a bowl of pear juice and drinking it foolishly, unaware that Shen Qing had already pulled out a silver needle where he could not see, sharpening his knife, ready to go.

Shen Qing's set of needling techniques has a long history, it's called the Thirteen Guimen Needles, it was integrated and summed up by eight generations of aristocratic families, and passed down in one line, until now few people know about it.

Shen Qing picked out three silver needles of moderate length, burned them red on the candle, and nodded towards Mu Ke when the temperature gradually dropped.

Mu Ke understood, Dang even hugged Luo Ange into his arms, let him lean on his shoulder, and gently pressed his back with his right hand.

Luo Ange hummed suspiciously, before he could speak, Shen Qing had already inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point on the back of his head.

Luo Ange only felt a sting on the back of his head as if being bitten, blinked, tears fell down, and desperately wanted to turn around: "It hurts, Xiaoxiao hurts so much..."

He pulled out his hand vigorously to touch the back of his head, so frightened that Mu Ke hurriedly held him down, coaxing softly: "It doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon, Xiaoxiao bear with it."

Luo Ange couldn't bear it, and immediately burst into tears, no matter whether it was really hurt or not, he just felt that he had been wronged so much that Mu Ke and others came to bully him.

Shen Qing remained unmoved, the second needle was inserted into the acupuncture point behind Luo Ange's ear, and the third needle was inserted into the neck.

The successive tingling sensations made Luo Ange stunned, and then cried again with a wow, struggling in Mu Ke's arms, crying out of breath, almost crying die past.

While crying, he complained angrily: "Bad! You are bad! It hurts! It hurts! I don't want...don't woo, I don't want to be with you, I hate you..."

Mu Ke was afraid that he would be hurt by the silver needle while he was struggling, so he had to lower his face and reprimanded in a deep voice: "Don't move! If you move again, I will beat you!"

Luo Ange choked up, and the tip of her small nose twitched twice, and then she cried even harder, with tears streaming down her face.

Mu Ke threatened him a few more times but it didn't work, so he had no choice but to coax him: "Hey, don't move around, I'll take you out to play with paper kites later, okay?"

Luo Ange sobbed pitifully, looked at Mu Ke half-believingly, choked up twice, "Really...really?"

"Really, really." Mu Ke perfunctory casually, looked up at Shen Qing standing behind Luo Ange, and asked with his eyes how long it would be before the injection.

Shen Qing made a gesture, meaning it will be done soon.

Luo Ange in his arms was sobbing, and tried his best to stop crying, "Then, that... stop crying, red, red..."

"Huh? What's red?" Mu Ke approached suspiciously.

"The one that is popular, the biggest one... Zhiyuan, Xiaoxiao likes it..."

Mu Ke smiled clearly, "Oh, I understand, Xiaoxiao likes the biggest red paper kite, right? Then let's take it out and put it away."

In fact, the prince didn't pay attention to what the kites in the East Palace looked like, but he took Luo Ange to let it go once in the spring, so I'm afraid this little thing will be remembered.

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, the little boy was so stupid that he had forgotten everything, but he still remembered the red paper kite.

As soon as Mu Ke made the promise, Luo Ange immediately became happy. The needles on the back of his head didn't hurt too much, but now he didn't feel any pain, so he obediently lay on Mu Ke's back. In his arms, he giggled silly, and muttered in a low voice: "Paper kite, paper kite, red..."

Shen Qing took advantage of this stupid thing being intoxicated by the paper kite, quickly pulled out the needle, wiped it clean with a soft cloth, put it in his pocket, and cupped his hands at Mu Ke, "That's all for today, I'll come back tomorrow."

Mu Ke nodded, "Mr. Thank you for your hard work. You can do what you want here. Just tell the servants what you want. If you don't take good care of it, just tell me. I will make the decision for you."

Shen Qing smiled, and told Mu Ke a few more words before packing up and leaving.

Luo Ange stared longingly at the 'bad guy' who stabbed him with a needle and went out, and when he disappeared, he felt relieved and stretched out his hand to tug on Mu Ke's sleeve, "Zhiyuan, take Xiaoxiao to release the paper kite."

Mu Ke smiled and hugged him, kissed the corner of his lips, "Okay, go add some clothes, I'll take you there."

The court lady Yaohua took out the little rabbit fleece cloak that Luo Ange often wore at the right time. Mu Ke put it on carefully for him, kissed him again, and then turned around and told the prince beside him: "Send someone to go!" Curry took out the red kite he was talking about."

Wang Gonggong looked distressed, approached Mu Ke and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I'm afraid you forgot. When you and Shaoqing released the paper kite last time, the red paper kite broke and flew away. Didn't it never come back?" Did you forget, Shaoqing, and you too?"

Mu Ke usually doesn't remember these miscellaneous little things, but when he heard it now, he also had a headache, and said in a low voice: "Then let the servants find any paper kite, as long as it is red, the bigger one will do." , he is a fool, just fool around."

Probably because he was keenly aware of something, Luo Ange looked up at him suspiciously, with his finger in his mouth, "Put the paper kite..."

Mu Ke laughed quickly and said, "I'll take you there in a while, I'm about to ask someone to fetch it for you."

After speaking, he turned his head and urged Wang Gonggong, "Go quickly."

The prince agreed and hurried to go.

Not long after he left, the prince came back, holding an indigo bat-shaped paper kite in his hand, hesitantly said: "Your Highness, the servants only found this after searching through boxes and cabinets. Do you want Bagua not to let Shaoqing make do with it?"

Toys are rarely stored in the East Palace, so it's normal to find them for a while, and Mu Ke couldn't get angry, so he took the indigo kite and waved it in front of Luo Ange: "Xiaoxiao, let's go and put this away, shall we?"

Luo Ange blinked and looked at the paper kite in front of him. Suddenly, his nose twitched and he burst into tears. He raised his hand and slapped the paper kite open. He threw himself on the bed and started rolling around, crying and shouting: "I don't want it! I don't want it!" Yes! I want the red one, I want the red one..."

Mu Ke was getting more and more headaches, picked him up and wiped his tears, and coaxed him softly: "Aren't the red ones and the blue ones the same? They can fly to the sky anyway, so I'll take you to play now, okay?"

"Don't go!" Luo Ange pushed him vigorously, "You bad guy! You lied to me, you lied to me..."

Mu Ke was helpless, but thinking that he had indeed made a promise, and it would be a bit dishonest if he couldn't realize it now, so he continued to coax: "Then do you want to eat small glutinous rice balls, can I ask someone to make them for you?"

"Don't eat! I don't eat! I don't sleep! I want paper kites, red ones, red ones!" Luo Ange cried hoarsely, as if the red paper kite was his life.

Mu Ke was a little annoyed by his crying, and was also afraid that if he cried again, his voice would be ruined, so he simply overturned Luo Ange, slapped him twice on the buttocks, and reprimanded him viciously: "You son of a bitch, why are you so angry?" So stubborn! Don't cry, cry again and I'll smash your ass!"

Luo Ange was slapped on the buttocks, and screamed in pain. He was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly burst into tears: "It hurts! It hurts! Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

His reaction was a bit too much, and Mu Ke thought that he didn't use that much energy, so he naturally thought that Luo Ange was making trouble again, so he ignored him, thinking that he would naturally calm down when he got tired of making trouble.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ange crawled into the corner of the bed with both hands and feet, pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself up tremblingly, trembling like a sieve, "No, it's a long stick, don't hit it, it hurts so much... "

When Mu Ke heard the word stick, he was stunned. Could it be that Luo Ange remembered what happened to them in the weapon room on the hunting ground, that time when Mu Ke was furious, he broke off the tip of the arrow and slammed it After hitting him, could it be that the fuss just now reminded him?