Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

After that, Shen Qing came to give Luo Ange an injection every day, took a medicinal bath at night, and lit his special aromatherapy after going to sleep. The treatments lasted about seven days.

Although every time Luo Ange was given needles, Luo Ange had to cry earth-shatteringly, and it took Mu Ke to press him while feeding him small meatballs to barely proceed, but Luo Ange's condition really improved a lot.

For example, when Luo Ange spoke in the past, he could only speak a few words or very short sentences, and even the words did not convey the meaning, but now he can speak a whole sentence in a complete and logical manner.

For example, when Luo Ange wanted to go out to play, he would just grab Mu Ke's arm and beg, "Go out, I want to play." I wanted to say this.

But now he can clearly say: "The weather is fine, Xiaoxiao wants to go to the garden to play." Such sentences with clear cause and effect.

This is a big improvement, and Luo Ange's thinking has also improved a lot. For example, Mu Ke told him now that he must finish his breakfast, otherwise he would have nothing to eat at noon.Luo Ange could immediately understand the logical relationship that he would be hungry if he didn't eat at noon, and he had to finish his breakfast obediently in order not to starve.

All in all, this little thing can finally understand the truth, and he will not always coax him or scare him to achieve his goal, Mu Ke expressed his relief.

Knowing how to make good use of people should also reward people's hearts, so after being relieved, the prince thought that Shen Qing should be rewarded. Although the treatment was not over, Mu Ke still summoned Shen Qing in advance and asked him what reward he wanted.

Shen Qing thought for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "I have nothing else to ask for, but I want to ask His Royal Highness for someone."

Mu Ke understood instantly, and was a little embarrassed, "I know there is some grievance between you and Qian Huan, but Qian Huan is only half of my subordinates, and she is not a slave who sold herself to me, so if she can't tell you, I will give it to you."

Shen Qing expressed her understanding, "Actually, I don't really want him, I just want a pass."

He paused, and continued: "You also know that you hang the Wenfeng teahouse under His Highness's name, and without your order, even officers and soldiers are not allowed to enter. Qian Huan always hides in the teahouse and doesn't see me. There is no way to break through..."

Mu Ke then understood that this Shen Qing was in the same situation as his former self, and instantly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

Mu Ke felt deeply in his heart, "I understand your feelings very well. It is the most painful thing to ask for nothing. How about this? I will give you a pass order. You can go to Wenfeng Teahouse without hindrance, even if the guys from Qianhuan faction stop you. You go in, as long as you take out this token, there will naturally be officers and soldiers to open the way for you."

Shen Qing bowed gratefully: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your fulfillment!"

Both of them were very impressed. They felt that they were deeply affectionate and infatuated. They were rare lovers in the world, but they didn't know that in the eyes of Qian Huan and Luo Ange, they were simply two bullying men and women who oppressed others. bully!

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Luo Ange especially likes to read books in the study with Mu Ke recently. Although he doesn't understand much, Mu Ke can always find a few folk comics without words in the bookshelf for him to read. Most of them are about flowers, plants, insects and fish. As shown in the illustration, occasionally there are a few books that depict sword dancers, and Luo Ange can read them with great interest for a long time.

This day, Shen Qing came to give him the needles as usual, and after finishing the treatment, Luo Ange felt that he had been greatly wronged and suffered a great loss, and pestered Mu Ke to make up for him.

It happened that Mu Ke was going to study at that time, Luo Ange took a book of folk tales and stuffed it into Mu Ke's hand, and looked at him eagerly: "Story, tell stories to Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao likes it."

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, and pulled Luo Ange into his arms, opened a page of the book, and said with a smile, "Then tell yourself, which one do you want to talk about?"

"Hmm..." Luo Ange bit her finger and stared at the book in front of her, feeling a little melancholy because she couldn't understand anything written in black and white.He turned a few pages and suddenly a picture of a beautiful woman popped up in front of him. Luo Ange's eyes lit up, and he pointed to this page and shouted: "Tell me about this, tell me about this!"

Mu Ke looked down and saw that this page was about the story of a mountain vixen. He smiled and started talking while playing with Luo Ange's hair.

"That is to say, more than ten years ago, a scholar went to Beijing to rush for an exam and lost his way in a mountain. He was hungry and thirsty when he suddenly saw a warm light in the dense forest."

Speaking of this, Luo Ange eagerly tugged on Mu Ke's sleeve, Mu Ke turned his head and kissed him, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Luo Ange wrung his fingers and asked in confusion, "What is a scholar?"

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, and answered carefully: "The so-called scholar is a scholar. They study the Four Books and the Five Classics, and then pass the imperial examination, get a ranking, and serve the country."

"Imperial examination..." Luo Ange vaguely felt that this word was familiar. Yunle took the imperial examination every three years. As a former monarch, he naturally had to go to the palace for an examination to select talents.

It's just that now Luo Ange can't remember, he tried hard to think back, only the glittering golden hall, the open examination room, and the batches of white examination papers presented by the examiner, but as for what these represent , he has no idea at all.

Luo Ange stopped thinking when he couldn't remember, shook Mu Ke's arm again, and urged anxiously: "Tell me quickly, and keep talking."

Mu Ke lovingly kissed the top of his hair, turned the pages of the book, and continued, "This scholar thought it was strange, so he walked towards the place where the light was..."

In fact, this story is very vulgar, but it is about a scholar who meets a fox demon halfway and is lingering.

Speaking of the fox demon showing its original shape and revealing a white tail, Luo Ange straightened up in surprise, but the back of his head hit Mu Ke's chin firmly.

Mu Ke snorted, raised his hand and squeezed Luo Ange's buttocks, and said in a low voice, "Okay, what are you messing around with?!"

Luo Ange held his buttocks with tears in his eyes from the pain, but still remembered his doubts, sobbing softly, he asked, "Fox...beauties are transformed by foxes, can briquettes also become beauties?"

Mu Ke was amused by his innocent words, rubbed his little butt as if comforting, and said with a light smile, "What kind of beauty do you think that bastard coal ball can become?"

Luo Ange struggled to think about the peerless beauties he had seen before, and told Mu Ke with gestures, "The ones that are particularly beautiful, like, like... like my sister..."

Mu Ke's eyes suddenly widened, and he was stunned for a while, almost feeling his heart trembling.Mu Ke involuntarily held Luo Ange's hand, tried his best to lower his voice, and asked cautiously: "Xiaoxiao, who do you think you are like?"

Luo Ange looked at him strangely, and explained earnestly, "...my sister is good-looking, so is the briquette, and the briquette turns into a beauty, and she will be as beautiful as my sister..."

Mu Ke took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile: "Oh, you still remember your sister, where is she?"

"..." Luo Ange frowned in distress, thinking back with difficulty, "Sister, sister is married, and sister is not coming back..."

"Yes, your sister is married, she is living a very good life, very happy, don't worry about Xiaoxiao, okay?" Mu Ke was almost begging him not to think about it, just treat that poor woman as a married woman , live a happy and healthy life.

Luo Ange looked at Mu Ke blankly, he really couldn't remember anything, he was too stimulated, even if there were some fragments of memory left in his mind, he couldn't put them together at all.

In the end, the trust in Mu Ke in his instinct made him stop thinking about it, and he leaned on Mu Ke's arms again, urging him to continue telling the story.