Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

The old imperial doctor with the best medical skills in the palace remembered that he was summoned to the East Palace a few days ago to treat a prince. It has only been a few days, why was he summoned again?

The old imperial doctor was still surprised. After seeing the patient, he sighed a little.This patient is none other than the one from last time.

How harsh is His Highness the Crown Prince treating him!

But seeing His Highness the crown prince's worried face, and the hand tightly holding Luo Ange's palm, the old imperial doctor felt that the crown prince valued the person on the bed.

But since it is so important, how can you let someone get sick every three days?

Seeing the old imperial doctor standing there in a daze, Mu Ke became more and more irritable, and urged him in a bad tone, "What are the imperial doctors waiting for? Go and get his pulse!"

The old imperial doctor suddenly recovered from his contemplation, and hurried over to take a pulse diagnosis. After feeling the pulse, he was relieved, and the serious expression on his face eased, "Your Highness, Shaoqing's illness is nothing serious, it's just an ordinary illness. It's just a cold, take medicine and rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"There are no complications, right?" Mu Ke was not at ease, and stared at the pale face of the person on the bed worriedly, "The last time I had a fever just not long ago, why did it recur this time? Did it leave the root cause of the disease last time?"

The imperial doctor looked at Luo Ange's complexion again, and said a little strangely: "To be honest, my lord, Luo Shaoqing's illness this time is like a high fever caused by a low fever. I've been sick since this morning, why did I wait until now for diagnosis and treatment?"

The doctor has a benevolent heart, so even though he was facing His Royal Highness who was under one person, the tone of the old imperial doctor also had a hint of complaint.

Mu Ke was surprised, "Wait, you said he's been sick since this morning?!"

Mu Ke always thought that Luo Ange's illness was caused by being stimulated and whipped at the hunting ground, but he didn't expect it to start in the morning?

At that time in the hunting ground, Mu Ke saw Luo Ange's face was pale, and thought that he was frightened, but unexpectedly, he was enduring the pain to deal with him, and not only did he not notice it at all, but he was pressing every step of the way...

Thinking of this, Mu Ke had long forgotten Luo Ange's confrontation, leaving only the slightest pain in his heart.

Mu Ke slowly sat on the side of the bed, touched Luo Ange's face, and said in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me you were uncomfortable? What are you doing?"

Luo Ange was so delirious at this moment that he was half asleep and half awake, and he couldn't hear what Mu Ke said.It's just that his body is very uncomfortable, and his delicate eyebrows are tightly frowned.

It so happened that the prince came in to deliver water, and when he heard the conversation between the crown prince and the old imperial doctor, he couldn't help but sigh, and felt sorry for Young Master Luo, "Your Highness, Shaoqing was out in the cold all night yesterday. Don't you have a fever? Your Highness just had a fever with Shaoqing." No matter how big the fire is, it shouldn't drive people out in the middle of winter!"

Mu Ke was taken aback, stood up involuntarily, and raised his voice, "He slept outside yesterday?! Didn't he sleep in the side room? Why is he outside again?"

Wang Gonggong was also taken aback, and after he realized it, he quickly explained, "Oh, the old slave didn't make it clear. Shaoqing just arrived, how could he know where the side room is! The old slave went to inspect the door of His Highness at five o'clock this morning. Sitting in the corner with thin clothes, Qing was very pitiful, so he hurriedly helped him into the side room."

"..." Mu Ke suddenly didn't know what to say. When he thought of Luo Ange sitting next to Dong in the corner, his heart ached and he couldn't stop regretting.

Just throw that thing away, it's just an accessory... Mu Ke suddenly hated himself a little, because of this cold accessory, he made Luo Ange suffer so much!

The room was silent for a while, and finally Mu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Physician Le, you go and prescribe the medicine first, and just give the prescription to the maid in the dining room."

The old imperial doctor quickly took orders.

Wang Gonggong probably saw that His Highness the Crown Prince wanted to be alone with Luo Shaoqing, so he went to the dining room to supervise the maid cooking medicine under the pretext, and took a group of servants down.

Mu Ke stood there in a daze for a while, then sat back on the side of the couch, lightly held Luo Ange's hand, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? If I knew you were sick, I would definitely not If I treat you that way, I won't let others beat you, why don't you want to tell me?"

Luo Ange was so dazed that he felt that someone was approaching him in his drowsiness.

He thought he was still on the hunting ground, and the whip wounds on his body were hurting, so he couldn't help shrinking his body, begging for mercy in a low voice like a dream: "Don't hit me, don't hit me...It hurts..."

Mu Ke's heart ached, he quickly stroked Luo Ange's face, and softly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, no one will hit you anymore, Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I'm here, no one will dare to hit you anymore."

Luo Ange was still shrunk, but suddenly cried again, eyes closed and tears flowed out, sliding down his cheeks to his neck.

He cried miserably, but his voice was very low. He suppressed the crying, but kept crying, choked up, his breath was trembling, and his speech was incoherent, so he couldn't hear clearly: "Let them go, don't kill them, let them go!" Now... don't shoot arrows..."

Mu Ke knew that he was worried about those slaves on the hunting ground, so he quickly coaxed: "Let go, let go, it's all right."

Luo Ange didn't seem to believe it, struggling under Mu Ke's hands, but kept crying.

His consciousness was no longer clear, and he hadn't fully woken up. He just felt that he would be beaten if he lay here, and someone would die, so he struggled desperately.

A seriously ill person doesn't have much strength, even though Mu Ke avoided his wound, he easily held him down.

Luo Ange was even more sad and cried even harder.

The prince came in with the little maid carrying the medicine, and what he saw was this scene: His Highness the Crown Prince held Luo Shaoqing tightly to prevent him from moving, while Luo Shaoqing closed her eyes and cried miserably.

Wang Gonggong couldn't help being shocked, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, Shaoqing is like this, what do you want to do to him?"

Mu Ke had a headache, "It's nothing, he's dizzy from fever, and keeps crying...Where's the medicine? Bring it when it's done, and I'll feed him the medicine."

The little maid behind the prince hurriedly presented the medicine cup.

The medicine was placed at the right temperature, it was slightly hot, but it didn't burn the mouth, but it was very bitter.

Mu Ke took a pillow, helped Luo Ange half sit up, and fed him the medicine spoon by spoon.

Luo Ange cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, spit out the medicine as soon as he put it into his mouth, and almost choked.

Even after feeding a few spoonfuls, the concoction spilled on the quilt.Mu Ke had no choice but to take a sip of the medicine himself, press down on the back of Luo Ange's head, and let him cross with his lips together.

The prince turned pale in shock, and quickly persuaded: "Your Highness! The wind and cold are bound to catch you. Take care of your body, don't catch it!"

Mu Ke didn't turn his head back, and said flatly: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he continued to feed him the medicine. When his warm thin lips touched, Mu Ke rubbed against Luo Ange's drenched eyelashes. It was wet and cool, trembling unceasingly, stroking his skin.

Mu Ke was stunned for a moment, moved away slightly, wiped away the tears from the corners of Luo Ange's eyes with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Xiaoxiao, it's my fault today, don't blame me, okay?"

Luo Ange seemed to have woken up, half-opening his eyes and looking at him dimly, there was mist in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly.

In fact, even though he could see clearly, he was so sick that he couldn't remember who he was.

Luo Ange only felt bitter in his mouth, dizzy and dizzy, and his back and arms were burning hot. He couldn't help being wronged again, and his face that had just been wiped clean was filled with tears again.

There were so many uncomfortable things on his body that he didn't know which one to complain about, so he started crying like a child.

Luo Ange has almost never shed a tear since the country was broken, and he became a slave. At this time, he was so delirious that he was finally able to cry heartily, crying out all the grievances of these days.

His Royal Highness, who can fight on a horse and manage on a horse when dismounted, was suddenly at a loss. He was taken aback for a moment, then hugged him tentatively, and gently stroked his back with his slightly rough palms, comforting him.

"Okay, darling, don't cry, those slaves have been released, and your illness will be cured, don't cry."

After coaxing her carefully for a full quarter of an hour, Luo Ange's crying subsided and gradually became quiet.

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Xiaoxiao: Before marriage, you let me sleep outside, after marriage, I let you sleep on the floor