Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

For the past three days, Luo Ange has been copying the Heart Sutra in the study, and the progress is very slow. First, Luo Ange himself is absent-minded, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days; That's right, it's neat and tidy, even if a word is written crookedly, he will tear it up and order it to be copied again.

Luo Ange didn't bother to copy this kind of stuff for him at first, and he got annoyed by the repeated repetitions, so he threw away his pen and didn't copy anything.

Mu Ke was reading military books at the table. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him with a cold look in his eyes, "No copying? So you still want to be dragged into the yard to beat [-] big boards?"

"...You beat me to death and I won't copy anymore!" Luo Ange reached out and broke the writing brush in his hand, threw it on the table, and rolled it twice before falling to the ground.

When the court stick was not in front of his eyes, Luo Ange spoke very hard, as if it wasn't him who had reddened eyes under the stick a few days ago.

Mu Ke watched the half of the writing brush fall to the ground, and slowly closed the book of war. When he raised his hand, Luo Ange thought he was going to be beaten again, so he closed his eyes subconsciously, and shrank back suddenly.

However, the slap didn't land on the face, Mu Ke reached out and grabbed him, oppressed him, then pinched his chin, and kissed him fiercely.

Luo Ange was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his lips were already touching, and his moist and soft lips were caressing. In just a moment, Mu Ke had opened his lips and teeth, and the tip of his wet tongue poked in.

"Hmm!" Luo Ange's eyes widened in astonishment, full of disbelief.

Immediately, his hands and feet began to struggle vigorously, Luo Ange pushed Mu Ke's strong chest vigorously, and rubbed against Mu Ke's back as if fleeing for his life.

Mu Ke's kissing movements are still gentle, occupying his territory bit by bit, licking the sensitive palate with the tip of his tongue, but the movements of his hands are very rough, firmly grasping Luo Ange's wrists that are constantly resisting, Press to the top of the head.

Luo Ange only felt a pain in his wrist, and being pressed down by Mu Ke so frivolously, he couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry, and wanted to bite his tongue when he opened his mouth.

Mu Ke moved away in time, his eyes were stained with some unknown lust, he kissed the corner of Luo Ange's lips, as if he was intoxicated, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao, I'll be gentle, it won't hurt."

The two were so close that Luo Ange could almost see the slender and dense eyelashes of His Highness the Crown Prince, casting a small shadow on his cheek.

But even if the prince looks like a fairy, it still can't relieve Luo Ange's fear - this man is going to do something wrong to him!

"You, let me go first..." Luo Ange tried to reason with the man who was immersed in lust, "Look, first of all I am a man, although I look good, but in fact I have the same hair as you Things, the prince is young and strong, and it is normal to have demands, wouldn't it be good if you take a few concubines?"

Mu Ke stared at him deeply, then suddenly smiled, "Okay, Xiao Xiao will be my concubine today."

After finishing speaking, he opened Luo Ange's lapel with his hands, and the loose robe fell to his shoulders, completely revealing his delicate collarbone.

Luo Ange was so frightened that he broke free from Mu Ke's hand and ran back, but he pressed him from behind and pressed him directly on the large table.

In a panic, he overturned the pen and inkstone, spilled some cinnabar ink, and landed on Luo'an Ge's jade-like neck, like a little red plum.

"Don't run." Mu Ke pressed his back with one hand, and sprayed his hot breath into his ears. With the other hand, he picked up Luo Ange's robe, put it into his panties, and rubbed his buttocks. touch.

He spoke softly as if trying to comfort him, "Look, you are afraid of being beaten, and you refuse to copy books, so this is the only way to punish you."

The tone was a bit helpless, as if Luo Ange had come up to let him go.

Luo Ange only felt that his scalp was numb, and there was a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead.The hand on his buttocks acted recklessly, scaring him a lot.

Luo Ange leaned on the desk, clenched his fingers tightly, closed his eyes, and finally screamed as if he was going all out, "Help! Kill someone! Catch the assassin!"

Mu Ke was startled, but before he could react, there was already a commotion outside, and a dozen guards rushed in, the leader holding a shining machete: "Where is the assassin?! Hurry up and protect Your Highness!"

Mu Ke's face was instantly gloomy like the night before a storm, and before he could tell them to get out, Luo Ange had already taken the opportunity to escape from under him, raised his trousers, closed his clothes, and put on a serious look .

"I saw it, the assassin ran over there, you come with me!"

After speaking, he rushed out of the door. The captain of the guard made a decisive decision and sent half of the guards to follow Luo Ange to rush out, while the rest were still guarding the prince in the study.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sighed deeply, pressed his forehead, raised his hand and said: "Go ask someone to chase him back, where is there any assassin..."

After a while, Luo Ange was brought back, Mu Ke glanced at him, and asked nonchalantly, "Is it fun?"

Luo Ange nodded disheartenedly, then quickly shook his head, "No! No! I was scared..."

Mu Ke was silent for a while, then turned to the captain of the guard and said, "You all go down first."

The guards retreated under orders, and only Mu Ke and Luo Ange were left in the study.

Luo Ange dawdled at the door, staring at Mu Ke vigilantly and anxiously, as if he could run away as soon as Mu Ke moved.

Mu Ke sighed, "Forget it, I was too hasty, come here."

Luo Ange looked at him suspiciously, and finally went over cautiously, and sat at a corner of the wide table.

Probably because he was afraid that Mu Ke would belittle him in the name of punishment, Luo Ange quickly copied the Heart Sutra, and spent three days copying it non-stop, forgetting to eat and sleep, and finally finished copying it. Luo Ange's confinement day came to an end.

Luo Ange and the fourth prince formed a rift, and the rift was not small. Luo Ange felt that if he couldn't kill himself, he could only find a way out from the irritable little fourth prince.

It can be seen that Mu Yuan cares about his brother very much, regardless of whether this care is based on family affection or something else, in short, this person will not like people who are close to Mu Ke.

Luo Ange originally wanted to use Mu Yuan's hand to end his own life, but he was detained in the East Palace and couldn't leave, and the fourth prince couldn't come in, and there was no chance to meet, Luo Ange gradually suppressed this thought up.

At night, Luo Ange was lying beside Mu Ke, staring at the bed curtain above his head in a trance, thinking about the funeral, and suddenly asked softly: "Prince, what will happen to you if I die?"

Mu Ke was still awake, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "You won't die."

"It's just if." Luo Ange turned over, staring curiously at Mu Ke's handsome and clear side face, the moonlight fell in, and there was some unknown dream.

Mu Ke didn't look at him, and stretched out his hand under the quilt to wrap his arms around his shoulders, "If you commit suicide, I will let Yun Le's entire clan be buried with you, so don't come up with those messy ideas. Dead, you give me a good life..."

Before Mu Ke finished speaking, Luo Ange interrupted him again, "What if I didn't commit suicide? For example, if I was hit by a carriage and died when I went to the street, or I choked to death on an osmanthus cake while eating, what if I didn't kill myself?" Or if I offend you one day, you personally gifted me to death?"

"Shut up." Mu Ke scolded coldly, "You won't die, and I won't kill you either. Don't think about it."

Luo Ange shrank his neck after being reprimanded by him, and was speechless for a long time, but couldn't help it after a while, and was still whispering in his ear:

"I don't think it's impossible. You see, my temperament is annoying, I don't know how to flatter, and I always make trouble for others, make trouble for no reason, maybe one day you can't stand it, drag me into the yard and beat me to death .”

"Luo Ange!" Mu Ke lifted the quilt unbearably, and pinched the little thing's face, "You just don't want to sleep, right?"

Luo Ange could also feel the other party's anger in the darkness, as well as the hand with distinct bones that stretched into his obscene clothes.

Luo Ange shuddered out of thin air, quickly rolled on the ground, wrapped the quilt tightly, and said tremblingly: "Sleep, sleep now..."