Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

The weather seemed to be getting warmer on the day when Luo Ange and the prince consummated their house. One day, Luo Ange was standing by the lake watching the fish, and from the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of the winter jasmine flowers hanging on the water surface and picking up green branches, faintly seeing sporadic The yellow flowers hide under the branches.

Luo Ange silently counted the days in his heart, probably the day after tomorrow would be his birthday.As for whether the prince will really find a Yunle troupe to sing for him, he himself is not sure.

The prince is busy with affairs, in fact, even if he forgot, Luo Ange thought it was normal.Now that he is powerless and powerless, he is just a prisoner, and he is not worthy of his attention.

One of the winter jasmine flowers fell to the surface of the water, and a red carp jumped up, probably thinking that someone was feeding it, but when it couldn't find anything to eat, it flicked its tail again, and disappeared after a splash of water.

Luo Ange was sitting on the rock and was contemptuous of himself, when suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps coming from far and near, and when he looked back, it was Yaohua, the palace maid next to the prince, who came over.

Although it is not yet spring and the weather is still cold, Yaohua has already changed into light clothes. She is wearing a goose yellow dress with layered skirts dragging to her feet, and red pendants with pearls and flowers in her buns, which is really pretty.

Luo Ange couldn't help sighing, as expected of the prince's personal maid, she was even prettier than the daughter of the official's family.

He couldn't help thinking wildly, Yaohua has served the prince for many years, and she is so beautiful, has she ever been lucky by the prince?

Just as she was thinking, Yaohua had already walked in front of Luo Ange, she leaned forward slightly, and said softly: "Shaoqing, His Royal Highness has already returned from the court, and is waiting for you in Qinglong Garden."

Luo Ange pursed his lips, not really wanting to see the prince, "What did he ask me to do? It's not a meal now either."

Yaohua smiled faintly, "Spring is about to begin, Your Highness asked someone to prepare some fabrics, and I would like to ask Shaoqing to pick some horses and cut some spring clothes."

"..." Luo Ange was silent for a while, and then said with sincerity in his eyes: "Actually, I think my current clothes are pretty good. I just take off a few when spring comes. There is really no need to make new ones."

After all, it's not that he doesn't want new clothes, it's just that he doesn't want to see the prince.

Hearing this, the smile on Yaohua's face deepened, but her eyes became sharper, "Tell the crown prince, if Shaoqing doesn't go, His Highness will come in person... to carry you over."

He bit the word "hug you" very hard, as if he was afraid that Luo Ange would not be able to hear clearly.

Luo Ange shivered while sitting on the stone, stood up quickly, patted the dirt on his body, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go..."

……

Qinglong Garden has neatly set up several long tables in the yard, on which dozens of cloths are laid out in a row, bright and dark, black and white, thin and thick, silk and cotton, Shining brightly in the sun, in short, the battle is quite powerful.

More than a dozen eunuchs and court ladies stood by the table with their hands down. When Luo Ange entered, the prince was picking out fabrics.

He twirled a corner of the fabric with his fingers, and nodded thoughtfully, "This material is not bad, and the color is tender, it suits him very well. Spread this one out and take a closer look."

The maid immediately spread out the cloth, Luo Ange poked his head over curiously to have a look, and couldn't help feeling a vein twitch on his forehead.

The fabric is bright red, with dark patterns of plum blossoms printed on it, this kind of material is only suitable for a little girl of cardamom age, is Mu Ke blind?Actually said it suits him? !

Mu Ke turned around and saw Luo Ange coming in, so he beckoned him to come closer, and said with a light smile, "Xiaoxiao, what do you think of this material?"

Luo Ange shook his head quickly, and said tactfully: "It's good-looking, but it doesn't seem to suit me."

Mu Ke felt a little regretful, "Really? I think you should wear it well." As he spoke, he pulled up the fabric and gestured at Luo Ange.

Luo Ange took a step back in fear, seeing the tender red cloth as a scourge.

He even had some doubts. When the prince selected those concubines, he didn't really think they were good-looking, did he? !Luo Ange felt that it was worth pondering whether His Highness the Crown Prince's vision was good or bad.

In order to prevent Mu Ke from really making him a tender red dress, Luo Ange hastily cast his eyes on the gray fabric aside, "I think this one is pretty good, I want this one."

Mu Ke looked at the gray cloth, not very satisfied, "You are young, why are you wearing such old-fashioned clothes? Be obedient, and put this red one on too."

Luo Ange wanted to cry but had no tears, and was forced to accept his tragic fate like a butterfly in what he might wear in spring.

After that, Mu Ke picked more than a dozen pieces of fabric for Luo Ange, most of which were bright and tender. His Highness the Crown Prince himself likes to wear black clothes, but he prefers to dress Luo Ange beautifully.

In the end, it was Luo Ange who argued hard, and finally asked for a few dark-colored fabrics, which barely fit his grade, which was just at the weak crown.

Luo Ange was picking and picking, and suddenly heard Mu Ke say: "I've already found a troupe that can sing Huagu opera, and I've picked two good ones out of five, and let them all come to the East Palace by then, you see Should like it."

Luo Ange's finger pinching the fabric froze for a moment, he lowered his eyes, and replied indifferently: "Please trouble the prince."

Mu Ke didn't seem to be aware of Luo Ange's estrangement, and still said slowly: "I asked my father for three days' leave, and I won't go to the morning court and the cabinet these days, and stay in the East Palace to accompany you."

Luo Ange turned to look at him in surprise, "Ask for leave? What kind of leave did you ask for? Sick leave?"

"Why am I pretending to be sick?" Mu Ke thought it was funny, "Naturally speaking the truth, I remembered it when you said that. When I heard about your birthday, my father also asked someone to send some things over. I don’t think you would like things like calligraphy and paintings, they were all sent to Curry, if you want them, I’ll ask someone to take them out for you.”

"...No need." Luo Ange touched the fabric under his hands, the smooth and soft touch showed that the material was definitely high-quality, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Your Majesty loves you very much, right?"

Mu Ke was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he had poked Luo Ange's sore spot.Luo Ange ascended the throne at the age of 14, which means that when he was still an ignorant boy, his father had already passed away.

So Mu Ke lowered his eyes, skipped this question, and turned to talk about the theater troupe.

He knew that Luo Ange suffered a lot when he was young, and he racked his brains to let the people of Yunle live a peaceful and worry-free life, but later...

In fact, if he is willing to stay by his side obediently, Mu Ke can treat him well regardless of past suspicions, whether it is with glory, wealth or gentleness, he wants to make up for the suffering he has suffered before.

Thinking of this, Mu Ke turned his head and glanced at Luo Ange. The man was picking up the fabric carefully, with his head slightly lowered, his long hair falling down smoothly, slightly covering his cheeks, and his back was exposed a little, in the sunlight. The bottom is very white.

Mu Ke couldn't help sighing, how could such a thin and sickly person carry the whole Yun Le on his shoulders?