Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

Mu Ke played with the tassels of the Linglong dice in his hand, raised his eyes unhurriedly, "Xiaoxiao."

Those phoenix eyes were still smiling, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, but it was more chilly, creepy, and seemed to be brewing with monstrous anger.

The prince is always calm and doesn't get angry very often, but the more angry he is, the colder his face becomes, it's as frightening as freezing three feet.

The servants who waited on him personally, such as Wang Gonggong, Yaohua and others, all knew that when the prince showed such a look, he would be really annoyed, and someone would definitely die in the face of blood.

Luo Ange had only been in contact with Mu Ke for less than two months, and seeing such eyes at this moment felt fear in his heart, and subconsciously backed away.

Mu Ke casually threw the Linglong dice on the table, and slowly stood up. Not long after, a tall figure had already walked in front of Luo Ange.

Before he could speak, Luo Ange was like a frightened bird, smashed the small bundle in his hand as a weapon, turned around and ran out the door.

Mu Ke turned sideways slightly, and the small gray cloth bundle hit the pillar, but Luo Ange ran too fast, stepped on something, stumbled, and fell heavily on the thick carpet.

Luo Ange didn't have time to cry out the pain, so he hurriedly got up and ran out again, and rushed to the door in embarrassment, before he crossed the threshold, he was captured by the guards who were ambushing him, grabbed his arm and escorted him back into the house.

Luo Ange struggled angrily, cursing: "Let go of me! Let go!"

Someone kicked him in the hollow of the knee, Luo Ange yelped in pain, his legs went limp, and he knelt down at the prince's feet with a plop.

Mu Ke looked down at him, Luo Ange lowered his head, his face was blocked by the shadow of bangs, so he couldn't see clearly.

So Mu Ke reached out and pinched his thin chin, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at him.

Luo Ange was frightened and angry, and turned his head fiercely to shake off Mu Ke's hand, but those two knuckle fingers were like eagle claws, firmly clasped on his chin.

Luo Ange couldn't break free, and became more and more annoyed. He stared at Mu Ke bitterly, and cursed: "You lied to me!"

Mu Ke smiled instead of anger, but his phoenix eyes were very cold, "I lied to you? Xiaoxiao, where did you say that? Going back to the source, could it be that you lied to me?"

Luo Ange was taken aback, and shut up angrily.

Mu Ke, however, refused to let him go, and the strength in his hands became stronger, "Huh? Talk? I want to ask you, I tried my best to celebrate your birthday, but I did not expect to attract foreign thieves. Who did I meet with him? Who was the one who wanted to escape? Luo Ange, ask yourself, how did I treat you, is this how you repay me?!"

"I didn't ask you to treat me well!" Luo Ange shouted hysterically, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Mu Ke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled wryly, "So that's how it is. I thought that as long as I treat you well and be gentle, one day I will make you accept my intentions. It turns out it's all my wishful thinking."

Luo Ange felt sour in his heart. He knew that Mu Ke liked him, but he really couldn't respond to his feelings. He was kind-hearted and always felt guilty.

Luo Ange opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Mu Ke had already let go of him, and said coldly, "If that's the case, why should I be nice to you?"

Luo Ange looked up at him in a daze, and suddenly came back to his senses, stood up in a daze, and muttered: "Lu Zhi, where is Lu Zhi? I'm going to find him."

Mu Ke sneered, eyes full of cruelty, "He's right here... Yu San, let him meet."

The gray-robed man called Yu San respectfully walked into the room, and a small door creaked open after some switch was pressed.

The ear-piercing voice attracted Luo Ange, he subconsciously looked inside, his eyes narrowed, and his whole body trembled.

In the middle of it was a torture rack as tall as a person, and a man was tied to it, with his head bowed deeply, and his face was covered by his messy hair.His hands and feet were tied to the pillars with wires, and the wires were deeply sunken into the flesh of his wrists, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with welt marks and blood that had dried up and turned black.

"...Lu Zhi!" This scene was so frightening, Luo Ange was stunned for a while, then screamed out, pushed Mu Ke away and rushed over.

Mu Ke quickly grabbed him, shackled him in his arms forcefully, stroked his hair comfortingly, then turned his head and told Yu San, "Go and wake him up."

Seeing Yu San walking over with a bucket of cold water, Luo Ange couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said sharply, "What are you doing! Don't go!"

Yu San's master is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so naturally he would not listen to Luo Ange's orders.He approached Mei Luzhi with a bucket, raised his hand and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

The wound on his body was stimulated by the cold water, and the pain suddenly screamed. Mei Luzhi frowned, snorted, opened his eyes slightly, and moved his head.

Luo Ange's heart was tugging, almost crying, "Lu Zhi..."

He turned around and beat, kicked and bit Mu Ke, cursing in a crying voice, "Bastard! Beast! Beast! How could you treat him like this! You bastard..."

Mei Luzhi heard Luo Ange's voice while he was half awake, and he raised his head with difficulty. The blood stains blurred his vision, and his eyes were flushed, but he could still vaguely see Luo Ange being tightly restrained by Mu Ke. Opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "Xiao Zheng..."

Luo Ange's tears finally flowed down his cheeks, "Lu Zhi..."

Mu Ke's eyes were filled with strong jealousy, "Xiao Zheng? Lu Zhi? You guys are so kind. Could it be that he was your former lover?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Luo Ange struggled desperately, but Mu Ke's hand grabbed him extremely tightly, pinching his wrist so painfully, "Let go! Let me go!"

"...you let him go..." Mei Luzhi stared at Mu Ke, angry but extremely firm, "...our monarch of Yunle is not your molester!"

A ruthless look flashed in Mu Ke's eyes, and he sneered, "Yes, he used to be your monarch, but he is no longer, you always regard him as your savior, and you want this thin body to protect you from the wind and rain. , carry the whole country."

Mu Ke paused, "But you don't know, this person is very ordinary, he is afraid of suffering and tiredness, he is picky about food and extravagant, and he will cry at the slightest pain. He is such a person, it is too late to hide, how can you let him go?" He went to shelter from the wind and rain?"

Mei Luzhi was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "You are talking nonsense. I grew up with Xiaozheng. He is unyielding and is the backbone of Yunle. How could it be as unbearable as you said?!"

For some reason, Luo Ange felt a little uncomfortable. He had been pretending to be strong to support Yunle with his own strength, turned on the lamp every night to be the director, secretly drank refreshing medicine, and broke down his body.

He thought he was pretending well, but he didn't expect that there was nothing to hide under Mu Ke's eyes.

But Mu Ke caught another sentence. He looked at Luo Ange in his arms with a sullen face, and said mockingly: "What? You grew up together? No wonder the relationship is so deep that he can travel thousands of miles to save you .”

Luo Ange frowned, "I told you that we are not in that kind of relationship! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I only believe what I see." Mu Ke no longer believed Luo Ange's words, and now he only felt that Luo Ange was going to leave him because of the person in front of him. This emotion made him extremely annoyed.

He is calm and strong in many matters, whether it is political affairs or warfare, or dealing with people in the world, but only when Luo Ange is involved, he is easily burned out by the flames of jealousy.

Mu Ke's face became more and more cold, he grabbed Luo Ange's arm, and signaled Yu San to come over, "Go and teach him a lesson, that mouth is really disgusting."

This Yu San was born as a prison guard, with a smooth and mediocre face. In fact, he is proficient in various methods of torture. He has never carried a prisoner in his hands for three days. Pry the truth out of your mouth.

It's just that the prince didn't have anything to ask Mei Luzhi, so he just "slightly" taught him some lessons in the past two days and put on a miserable look.

Now with the crown prince's instruction, he walked towards the fire beside him, and took out a soldering iron from the red-hot coals, the wooden handle was also slightly hot, which was enough to show how hot the soldering iron was burning.

Luo Ange opened his eyes wide in horror, rushed forward vigorously, and beat Mu Ke's arm, "Stop! Stop! I won't allow it! Mu Ke, tell him to stop!! I won't allow it! I won't allow it!"

Almost screaming at the top of his lungs.

Luo Ange was completely panicked. He is obviously a monarch, and he should have planned a strategy, evenly matched with the prince, and dealt with each other, but now he is like a playful child, crying and shouting that I will not allow it.

It seems that if he continues to make trouble like this, things will really go as he wishes.

But the prince is such a cruel and cruel person, how could he change his mind just because he said that I don't agree.

Mei Luzhi gritted his teeth and watched the orange-red soldering iron approach, and simply closed his eyes.

In desperation, Luo Ange lowered his head and bit Mu Ke's arm recklessly.

Mu Ke was caught off guard, and the strength in his hands loosened a little, Luo Ange took this opportunity to break free, and rushed towards Yu San like an arrow that was off the string, and actually reached out to grab the soldering iron.

Mu Ke's heart tightened, he quickly stepped forward two steps, grabbed Luo Ange's arm, and pulled him back hard.

The light white slender fingertips scratched the edge of the soldering iron, and Luo Ange slammed into Mu Ke's arms firmly, and then sternly scolded, "What are you doing! Don't you know that thing is hot?! "

"You, don't treat him like this...I beg you..." Luo Ange finally couldn't hold it anymore, and burst into tears, holding Mu Ke's clothes tightly with his fingers, "I beg you ,I beg you……"

Mei Luzhi reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of grief and indignation, he said hoarsely: "Xiao Zheng, don't ask him, don't ask him...you are the monarch of Yunle, you have to stand upright..."

I don't know which sentence of these words angered Mu Ke again, his eyes became more and more cold, he pressed his right hand on Luo Ange's back, brought him into his arms, and then signaled Yu San to continue with his eyes.

Yu San nodded, and pressed the red-hot iron firmly on Mei Luzhi's chest covered with welts.

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