Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

At night, Mu Ke coaxed Luo Ange to sleep as usual, but he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.The candles in the room have been extinguished, and the elegant scent of incense rises in the humid darkness, but Mu Ke's heart is heavy, and he keeps falling until he falls into a piece of mud, unable to break free.

Mu Ke sighed lowly, turned over, and accurately touched Luo Ange's side face in the dark, stroked it gently twice, and couldn't help but smile wryly: If you really remembered it, how much you would hate it me?

Luo Ange just took a long breath, slept soundly, and didn't respond.

Mu Ke hugged him together with the quilt, his warm body undulated slightly, with a real warmth that made people feel that this person was still firmly by his side.

This recognition made Mu Ke a little relieved, he closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

He didn't sleep for long, almost just fell asleep when he was awakened by a low cry.Mu Ke's sleep has always been very shallow, and he opened his eyes almost as soon as the crying sounded, and his first reaction was to check the situation of Luo Ange.

Luo Ange curled up tightly, his small face buried in the quilt, only the dull crying sound could be heard, which made people's heart palpitate.

Mu Ke pulled his arm and tried to hug him, and asked softly, "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

He lifted Luo Ange's face lightly, only to realize that his eyes were closed tightly, and he was obviously still asleep. He must have been haunted by a nightmare and suddenly cried while sleeping.

Mu Ke thought for a while, thinking of waking him up first, patted his side face twice, and called out: "Xiaoxiao, wake up, what dream did you have?"

Luo Ange's choked sobs only stopped for a moment, and then he began to cry immediately, tears rolling down from under the tightly closed eyelids, wet that little face.

I don't know what kind of nightmare he had, he fell into it so deeply that he couldn't wake up, and he cried so sadly.

Mu Ke hesitated for a moment, then helped him up, Luo Ange leaned weakly on his shoulder, sobbing softly.Suddenly, as if he was sleepwalking, he reached out and hugged Mu Ke, talking in his sleep, "Sister... sister...don't go..."

Even though he was asleep, those arms hugged him very hard, as if he was afraid that he would be left behind if he let go, so scared, so terrified, Luo Ange cried so hard, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped heavily. "Sister...I'm sorry...Sister..."

One by one, reluctantly, remorsefully, and sadly calling her sister, Mu Ke froze in this dream, his fingers became cold, and the uneasiness before falling asleep flooded up like ice water, engulfing his heart, Doomed.

"Xiaoxiao..." As soon as Mu Ke opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse. His hand paused in the air, and finally landed tremblingly on Luo Ange's back, stroking gently.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to keep his voice steady, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, Xiaoxiao, it's just a dream, it's just a dream, don't cry, go to sleep, Lin Mu can sleep well, okay?"

Luo Ange trembled slightly in his arms, but still didn't wake up, but the crying gradually subsided, Mu Ke lowered his head to kiss his lips, lips and tongue were close together, tender and lingering.

Under the inducement of this kiss, Luo Ange fell from an unknown nightmare into another charming and ambiguous dreamland. The enveloping nightmare dissipated. He gradually stopped crying, and his breathing gradually became even. Re-entered a deep sleep.

Mu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, put Luo Ange back on the bed, covered the quilt, kissed him on the forehead, put on his coat and got out of bed.

He stood by the bed and stared at Luo Ange for a long time before he walked lightly to the table and poured a cup of tea.

"I'm sorry." I don't know who he said this to. After Mu Ke said this, he walked to the corner, lifted the lid of the small incense burner, and poured warm tea into it.

The burning incense was extinguished in an instant, and the orange-red sparks flickered out, leaving only a pile of drenched incense ash.

The gentle aroma in the room gradually dissipated, and the cool autumn air infiltrated through the cracks in the windows.This incense was originally specially made by Shen Qing to aid in the treatment of diseases, but Mu Ke annihilated the incense without hesitation.

Luo Ange slept until dawn the next day before slowly waking up. Mu Ke once applied a wet towel to his eyes while he was asleep, so even though he cried so much in the middle of the night, Luo Ange woke up in the morning I didn't feel any discomfort when I came.

He opened his eyes and felt a little sleepy, so he squeezed into Mu Ke's arms, trying to sleep for a while.

But Mu Ke stroked his hair, and said in a low voice, "We'll get up when we wake up, it's time for breakfast."

Luo Ange grunted twice unwillingly, buried his head in Mu Ke's arms, "...to sleep."

Mu Ke was silent for a long time without speaking, Luo Ange probably also felt strange, looked up at him curiously, shook his arm, "Sleep together, sleep with Xiaoxiao..."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to yawn a little, for fear that Mu Ke would drag him out of bed.

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, hugged Luo Ange and lay down again, and pulled up the quilt that was messed up by him to cover it.

Mu Ke kissed the bridge of his delicate nose, and said with a light smile, "Did you sleep well last night? What dream did you have?"

Luo Ange thought about it in a daze, then shook his head, "I don't remember."

Mu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his soft face, and said with a smile: "Forget it, forget it, it's good."

He paused, then asked again: "Mr. Shen gives you acupuncture every day, do you like it?"

Hearing this, Luo Ange frowned and pouted, "I hate it! It hurts!"

The answer was expected, and Mu Ke followed his words and said, "Then we won't give needles in the future, okay? You just stay obediently, and I will take you out to play whenever I have time."

Luo Ange's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he wished he didn't have to be pricked by such long and long needles, he didn't need to take medicine, and he didn't need to soak in a bathtub with a strange smell every night, he felt that he could wake up with a smile in his dreams.

Luo Ange quickly made a promise, "Okay, Xiaoxiao, be good, don't get needles, and don't drink medicine."

Mu Ke smiled bitterly, and gently hugged Luo Ange.He whispered: "It's not that I don't want to treat you, but what if you really recover and want to die again? This time you survived by luck, what about the next time? I'm sorry Xiaoxiao, please forgive me..."

His voice was very low, Luo Ange could only hear a few incoherent words clearly, and didn't understand what he was saying at all.

He is still very happy. He doesn't have to be forced to get needles, take medicine, take a bath every day, and he can go out to play. The child's heart is exposed at this moment. Luo Ange can't wait to hold Mu Ke's hand, his eyes are bright, "Get up , go out and play, go play."

Mu Ke was supposed to go to the cabinet today, but seeing Luo Ange's cheerful and expectant look, his heart softened. He pulled him over and kissed him hard, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's accompany you today." you play."