Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

The servants in the stands had retreated at some time under the signal of the prince. After Mu Ke fastened the accessories for Luo Ange, his slender fingers casually fiddled with the white jade dice. The bright red beans inside were in the hollow pattern. In a flash, there was a bright red.

Mu Ke's eyes became more tender, and he read softly: "Linglong dice An Hongdou, lovesickness deep in the bones, Xiaoxiao, do you really understand my heart?"

Luo Ange looked at him hesitantly, and moved back somewhat vigilantly, as if wanting to distance himself from the prince.

Seeing his estranged behavior, Mu Ke's eyes darkened a little, and a trace of gloom flashed by.

He sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao, you should know that I like you, and I don't ask you to like me, at least, can you stop being afraid of me, alienate me, and stay with me?" around?"

As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Yi Dynasty, it is not easy to lower his attitude so much, almost in a pleading tone.

But Luo Ange only felt that his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, as if stuffed with a ball of cotton, it was airtight.

He sneered and mocked: "The prince said he likes me? I didn't know that Yichao's way of liking people is so unique. It turns out that if you like someone, you have to break through his city gate with a hundred thousand cavalry, forcing him to live in the cold wind." Climbing up the city wall, it turns out that if you like someone, you will humiliate him in every possible way, and you will slaughter his people when he is sick, and if you like someone, you will force him to commit himself to love, which makes him terrified every night..."

At the end of Luo Ange's speech, he choked up uncontrollably.

Originally, he just wanted to mock the prince, but every word made him sad and reminded him of the past grievances.In the end, emotions surged up like a tide, and Luo Ange couldn't resist it himself.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart forcefully, stood up abruptly, untied the dice from his waist and threw it on the table, hiding the red corners of his eyes, and said coldly: "I don't want this thing."

I don't know whether it's the exquisite dice or the prince's favorite.

Luo Ange got up to leave, but the guards at the door wanted to stop him.

Mu Ke didn't know what kind of emotion was in his eyes, it was complicated and hard to see through, but he waved his hand and signaled the two guards to get out of the way, "Forget it, let him go."

Luo Ange turned around and glanced at him, turned around and left, only the moon white sleeves floated in his sight, and then disappeared like the moonlight on a winter night.

Mu Ke stared at the door where Luo Ange left, and his ears were filled with the melodious singing on the stage, which seemed like an inappropriate soundtrack.

He beckoned someone to come over and replaced the tea on the table with wine.

Yes, as Luo Ange said, he keeps saying he likes her, but hurts him mercilessly, but what can he do?

If he didn't break Yunle, he would never be able to get Luo Ange.Mu Ke knew that the most important thing in his heart was Yun Le, and he smashed his treasure with his own hands.

Mu Ke really felt guilty, so he has been helping to rescue the victims of Yunle and help manage Yunle.Although I am ashamed, I have never regretted it.The relationship between the two was wrong from the beginning, and they can only be wrong to the end. People like them are not like the children of ordinary people, and there is no other good way to start.

As soon as Luo Ange ran out of the stands, he regretted it. Tomorrow he would take the risk of going out to the palace, but today he confronted the prince like this. If something happened unexpectedly, and tomorrow's escape failed, he himself had nothing to do. He would die. He was just worried. It will implicate Mei Luzhi.

But at that moment, he just couldn't bear it anymore. When he saw Mu Ke's sincere eyes, Luo Ange became irritable like an ant on a hot pot. When he came back to his senses, those contradictory and sarcastic words had already blurted out.

Luo Ange knew that she was unconsciously rejecting the prince, and wanted to push him away and alienate him. In short, only for Mu Ke, Luo Ange didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Luo Ange sighed, and walked back to the bedroom along the path.

Mu Ke didn't come back to sleep tonight, Luo Ange lay alone on the big empty bed, staring at the gorgeous curtain above his head with his eyes open.

He didn't know why the prince didn't go back to sleep in the bedroom, in fact he wasn't there at dinner.

Luo Ange comforted himself, maybe the prince was caught up in government affairs and was too late to return to the East Palace, or maybe he was staying there overnight because he was going to meet the queen.

Thought so, but Luo Ange was still a little uneasy, as if there was darkness in front of him. Although he knew that there was a road stretching far away under his feet, he was afraid of the beasts hiding in the darkness.

Mu Ke didn't come back the next morning, and the maids waited for him to change and tidy up. Luo Ange didn't see him until breakfast.

But now he can't care about thinking about the whereabouts of the prince, today is the day when the theater troupe leaves the palace.

Luo Ange secretly calculated the time for the troupe to leave the palace, found an excuse to send away the servants around him half an hour in advance, changed into low-key and light plain clothes, packed some things, and walked quickly to the small courtyard behind go.

With the lesson learned from being discovered by the fourth prince last time, Luo Ange was very careful this time, and went back several times to check if anyone was following him. When he finally reached the gate of the small courtyard, a thin layer of nervousness had formed on Luo Ange's back. sweat.

However, Mei Luzhi was not waiting for him at the agreed place, and Luo Ange was sweating again. He spun around the corner a few times uneasy, paced back and forth, and waited patiently for half a quarter of an hour, but he never saw anyone Come.

Luo Ange began to panic, and couldn't help thinking wildly. He was about to go into the yard to ask someone, when suddenly a short man in his 40s came out from there, wearing an unremarkable gray robe.

The man looked around and saw Luo Ange standing blankly in the corner with a small bundle on his back, so he walked over, bowed his hands and bowed, "Your Majesty!"

Luo Ange was startled, and subconsciously took a step back, as if he was very unfamiliar with the word Your Majesty.

No one in the East Palace would call him that, they all called him Shaoqing, and those who were closer would call him Young Master, but no one regarded him as the monarch of Yunle.

Luo Ange hugged the small bundle in his arms tightly, looked at the gray-robed man hesitantly, not sure if he should answer him.

The gray robe took another step forward, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it was Mrs. Mei who asked me to come, please follow me."

"Lord Mei? Lu Zhi?" Luo Ange looked at this person carefully, and he couldn't remember whether this slightly round face had appeared in Yunle before, was it Lu Zhi's subordinate?

Seeing Luo Ange standing still, the gray-robed man had no choice but to say: "Things have changed, Mr. Mei can't get away now, so he can only send me to pick up His Majesty, Your Majesty, come with me, Mr. Mei is waiting Let’s go, it’s too late to delay.”

Only then did Luo Ange remember that the troupe would leave the palace in half an hour, and before he had time to think about it, he nodded, "Please lead the way."

The gray robe bowed again and led him to a small path.

Luo Ange followed him and walked for half an hour, always feeling that he was far away from the courtyard where the theater troupe lived. Except for the occasional chirping of birds, the surrounding was eerily quiet, and the atmosphere was faintly strange.

Luo Ange stared at the short gray figure, and asked, "You work under Lu Zhi? What is your official position?"

The gray-robed man didn't turn his head, but said respectfully, "Go back to Your Majesty, I'm just a coachman."

"Coachman?" Luo Ange felt uneasy, why would Mei Luzhi send a coachman to meet him?Is there not enough manpower around him?Or really got stuck in trouble?

Luo Ange wondered if he should ask more carefully, but Mei Luzhi's previous exhortations flashed through his mind like lightning, making him suddenly wake up.

Mei Luzhi said that there are no members of them in the theater troupe, so he should be careful and don't believe anyone!

Luo Ange's first reaction was that this was the fourth prince's man, and he wanted to trick him into a place where no one was around to kill him, but then he felt that the fourth prince had no such plan, and after thinking about it in his mind, Luo Ange panicked god.

He couldn't help but stopped, refusing to go any further.

At this time, he had already entered a unique small courtyard, and it was deserted everywhere, with no maids and eunuchs to be seen.

The gray-robed man turned his head and smiled, "Why didn't Your Majesty leave?"

Luo Ange took two steps back, feeling that the smile on that kind face became eerie for some reason.

"You, who are you? Where is Lu Zhi?"

"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" The gray-robed man pushed open the door in front of him and spread his hands inside, "Lord Mei is waiting inside."

Luo Ange glanced inside in half-belief, but could only see a large screen painted with gold brushes, and he couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

Luo Ange couldn't do it, so he could only bite the bullet and follow him in. After bypassing the big screen, the inner room was hung with golden bead curtains, and he could vaguely see a low couch inside, with a small table on it, and a person sitting next to him.

The gray-robed man courteously raised the bead curtain for him, "Please."

Luo Ange took a step in hesitantly, just in time to meet the eyes of the person sitting on the low couch.

Luo Ange sucked in a breath of cold air suddenly, his whole body was almost stiff, he staggered back a few steps, his face was pale, "...Mu Ke!"

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