Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

After coaxing Luo Ange to fall asleep, Mu Ke carefully turned him over, let him lie on the couch, took off his clothes, and applied medicinal powder on the two whip wounds.

Luo Ange also felt pain while sleeping, and his body trembled slightly. Mu Ke comforted him softly, then raised his arm, sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound on his arm, and wrapped it with breathable and clean tulle .

After tossing around like this, it was already late at night.

Wang Gonggong came in and persuaded: "Your Highness, the dinner has been prepared, let's bring it in now, it's already this hour, Your Highness hasn't eaten yet."

Mu Ke waved his hand, "No need, you stay outside and don't let anyone in, so as not to disturb his rest."

The prince sighed, "Then your highness should go to rest too, I've been tired all day."

Mu Ke just shook his head, "I'll stay with him here, otherwise he won't be able to find anyone when he wakes up."

The prince said in his heart that it would be all right to ask a few servants to wait in the outer room?But he didn't say anything, knowing that His Highness the Crown Prince was regretting at this time, so he didn't bother him anymore, and quietly left.

Perhaps because of the stimulation, Luo Ange was much sicker this time than last time, and slept until the next afternoon before waking up.

After waking up, I only felt my mouth was dry, and I reached out for water with my eyes closed.

Luo Ange's consciousness is still not very clear, he only remembers that after he asked for water, someone helped him up soon, and then his lips became moist for a while, and warm tea poured in.

Luo Ange was extremely thirsty, and without thinking about it, he took the initiative to drink the tea. There seemed to be something soft and warm between the mouth of the tea.

Mu Ke was astonished.

Originally, he was just afraid that Luo Ange would be choked, so he poured the tea in mouth to mouth. Who would have thought that this little thing would take the initiative to cater to his kisses while he was in a coma? !

He was so stunned, Luo Ange couldn't drink water, opened his eyes dissatisfied, and looked at Mu Ke dimly, "I'm thirsty..."

Only then did Mu Ke come to his senses, seeing that he was awake, he stopped feeding him water as before, but took a teacup and helped him to drink the water slowly.

A cup of tea fell into his throat, and Luo Ange felt much more comfortable, so he closed his eyes again.

Mu Ke felt ashamed, so he took good care of him. He gently helped him to lie down, tucked the corner of the quilt, and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, do you still feel uncomfortable? Do you want to take the medicine and sleep again?"

Luo Ange moved his fingers, only feeling tired and weak, but it seemed that there was no serious problem, but he didn't expect that he could still be alive and open his eyes.

He knew that he had committed the crime of murdering the prince, and he didn't believe that this time Mu Ke would laugh it off like before.

Luo Ange moved his throat, and said lightly: "His Royal Highness doesn't kill me now, is he thinking of a crueler way to die?"

Mu Ke looked cold, "What nonsense are you talking about again?!"

Luo Ange stared straight at the gorgeous bed curtain above his head, and said in a low voice: "The murder of the prince is still under the watchful eyes of everyone, does your highness still want to protect me?"

Mu Ke gritted his teeth and his face was gloomy. If it wasn't for the fact that this man was still seriously ill, he might have raised his hand to slap him.

"Do you want to die that much? Huh?"

Luo Ange turned to look at him, "Why does Your Highness ask me this? I, Luo Ange, was born for Yunle, so naturally I have to die for Yunle. Isn't the meaning of my life broken by His Highness himself?"

Mu Ke was speechless for a moment.

Luo Ange went on to say, "I see. When Yun Le and Yi Guo had a dispute over tariffs, His Highness played the battle, right? Do you hate Yun Le so much?"

Mu Ke remained silent.

In fact, what he hates is not Yun Le, what he hates is Luo Ange, why he can forget the past so easily, hates his distant and repulsive eyes, hates his indifference and alienation towards him.

It was indeed against the rules to fight because of such a small dispute, but Mu Ke had no other choice.If he doesn't break through Yunle, Luo Ange will hide in that small city corner forever and won't be able to see each other.

Luo Ange sighed a little, buried his face in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, "When is His Royal Highness planning to kill me?"

"I won't kill you."

Luo Ange was taken aback, "What?"

Mu Ke was very serious, very serious, and said word by word: "I will not kill you."

Luo Ange laughed suddenly, very bitterly, "The prince really confused me, I thought you hated me."

Not long ago, he was coldly threatening to kill his clan, but now he tenderly said that he would not kill him?

Luo Ange really couldn't figure it out.

There was silence in the room for a while, and the refreshing fragrance wafted from the smoke cage in the corner, but it could not relieve the tense atmosphere between the two.

After a long time, Mu Ke said with guilt: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you slept outside all night, and I didn't realize your condition in time."

His tone was very sincere, without any falsehood.

The crown prince's weakness made Luo Ange feel very uncomfortable. He would rather this man be more cruel and ruthless to him than fall into such an unclear relationship.They are clearly enemies...

That's why Luo Ange's words were stinging and repulsive, sarcasm openly and secretly: "I'm just a king of subjugation, wearing the body of a crime, I don't need the prince to care about me like this, and I can't afford to be a prince."

Mu Ke knew that he was angry, and deliberately said some sarcastic words to provoke him, so he was not angry, but asked softly: "It's almost time for dinner, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Luo Ange turned his head coldly, but his stomach let out an untimely growl.

Luo Ange was a little embarrassed, so he became even more angry, and simply covered his head and didn't speak.

It's just that I haven't eaten for a day and a night. Although Luo Ange is not afraid of death, he really can't stand the hunger. He thought that even if he died, he would not be a hungry ghost, so he lifted the quilt, stared at Mu Ke and said stiffly: "I to eat."

Mu Ke smiled, touched his face, "Xiaoxiao, be good."

After speaking, he got up and asked his servants to prepare dinner.

And Luo Ange's goosebumps were aroused by those three words, and the dizziness of recovering from a serious illness was all shaken up.

Luo Ange waited on the bed hungry for a quarter of an hour, and then four court ladies filed in, holding silver cups and rice bowls in their hands, and set up a small table on the bed, arranging dishes with slender hands.

Luo Ange couldn't help but take a second look at them. The maids in the Eastern Palace were all delicate and beautiful, not to mention the beauty of the moon, but they were definitely much better-looking than ordinary servants.

After just two more glances, His Royal Highness was not happy, and ordered coldly from the side, "Go down after serving the dishes, don't get in the way here."

The maids in the palace were all startled, and hurriedly backed out.

Luo Ange glared at him dissatisfied, "Why are you so cruel to people?!"

When he was in Yunle, he was always very kind and kind to the servants, so he looked down on this kind of dandy who put on airs.

Mu Ke suppressed his hostility, and said in a slow voice: "There are too many people in the room, it's messy and dirty, it's not conducive to your self-cultivation."

Luo Ange murmured softly, "If His Royal Highness can not hang around in front of me, I can rest well."

But the prince obviously didn't intend to leave, there were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and two bowls of jasper ginkgo stem rice porridge.

I don't know where Mu Ke got to know about Luo Ange's preferences. Almost all the dishes on the table are his favorites, and there are even two specialties from Yunle.

Luo Ange picked up the chopsticks and poked the sauce-stuffed quail in front of him. Just as he was about to eat it, Mu Ke took the dish away and replaced it with a tofu/fu taicui, coughing lightly, "You have just recovered from a serious illness, It is not suitable to eat greasy food, eat this."

Luo Ange watched his favorite dishes being taken away, and gritted his teeth with his chopsticks, "Since you won't let me eat, why did you put it on the table, so that I will feel hungry looking at it for nothing?"

Mu Ke said in a very serious manner: "Set it up for you to see, let's serve dinner."

Luo Ange: "..."

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