Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

In the early morning of the next day, there was a lot of yellow dust on the official road. Four thousand-mile-long horses were driving side by side, pulling the gorgeous carriage forward unhurriedly. Then—in the ninth year of Qingli, the army of Yichao was victorious, and the troops returned to the court.

The carriage is very spacious, with low couch and wooden tables. Luo Ange leaned on the soft pillow and was drowsy. He knew that the destination of this trip was the imperial city of Yiguo, and sitting beside him with his eyes closed was Mu Ke, the prince of Yi Kingdom.

Perhaps it was because of tossing and turning that he couldn't sleep last night. Luo Ange's mind is in a mess now. For a while, he remembered that he was standing on a high city wall, and the wind was very cold. He is worried.

Luo Yanyu is only one year younger than him, and Luo Ange is not very close to him, but they are brothers after all, Luo Ange is very worried that after he is named a vassal king in the future, will he be envoys from Yiguo? Bully.

In Luo Ange's memory, Luo Yanyu was a timid child, but luckily the eunuch beside him was a very useful person and should be able to help him.

On the one hand, Luo Ange has a deep obsession with martyrdom, but on the other hand, he is very excused.If Yiguo can really treat the people of Yunle as its own people, then this may not be a bad thing, at least Yiguo is very strong in various aspects of agriculture and business, and can allow the people of Yunle to live and work in peace and contentment.

It's just... the king died when the country died, the emperor guarded the gate of the country, but Luo Ange didn't guard the gate of the country, he thought he deserved to die.

Luo Ange quietly raised his eyes to look at Mu Ke beside him, and sighed a little.How could he be willing to live in the world with the name of the king of subjugation, but this beast in front of him threatened him with the life of the Yunle royal family, Luo Ange didn't dare to seek death rashly.

Thinking of this, Luo Ange's headache got worse, but the carriage was driving on the bumpy road, which made Luo Ange's internal organs feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Luo Ange's complexion was not looking good, Mu Ke got up and picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of hot tea. He didn't say anything, but just pushed him over there.

Luo Ange turned his head wearily to look out of the window, with a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

The royal family has the arrogance of the royal family, and it is impossible to have a good face to those who have the hatred of destroying the country.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Mu Ke's eyes, but he quickly covered it up and said as gently as possible: "Xiao Zheng, don't lose your temper."

When Mu Ke pronounced his watch words so tenderly, Luo Ange felt his back getting hairy, and hurriedly took the cup of tea and drank it in one gulp, in case Mu Ke would babble about anything else.

Mu Ke must have raised his spirits for a while, and now he is very energetic, and there is nothing to do in the carriage, so he chatted with Luo Ange, "Luo Ange, the word Xiaozheng, Xiaozheng? Is it these two words? I should remember correctly."

Luo Ange bit his lips, and replied in a nonchalant manner: "Yes, His Royal Highness really has a good memory, even remembering the name of a monarch of a small country."

Mu Ke thought about these two words, "Xiaozheng, Susu Xiaozheng, stay at the office all night, rushing at night is for the officials, and it really fits your temperament, but this word sounds too tiring, no Great."

Luo Ange rolled his eyes.How about your own words, why do you need to talk too much?

However, he couldn't help but began to think about what Mu Ke's name was. He had heard it read by his companion before, and it seemed that he was called Ling Jue?Ling Jue fit Mu Ke's lofty attitude very well.

Luo Ange was lost in thought, and suddenly heard Mu Ke say: "But I really like the word 'Xiao'."

Luo Ange forced a smile with the corners of his mouth pulled, and sarcastically said: "Luo Ange is lucky to be favored by His Highness."

"You're welcome." Mu Ke played Tai Chi with Luo Ange unhurriedly, "The word Xiao is very good. The ancients said that Chunxiao is worth a thousand dollars a night. Why don't I call you Xiaoxiao from now on?"

It happened that the wheels of the carriage ran over a stone, and the carriage bumped suddenly. Luo An Gexiu frowned, and quickly stuck his head out of the car window, and vomited it out with a wow.

"..." Mu Ke was speechless. Is this title really that disgusting?

In fact, Luo Ange's disgust is not because of that title, of course there is also a reason for that.But the main reason was that the carriage was going too fast and the road was too bumpy. Luo Ange usually sat in a stable sedan chair, and his delicate body couldn't stand the swaying of the carriage.

Mu Ke gave an order, and the carriage came to a sudden stop. The driver lifted the curtain and poked his head in and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

"Get ready to come in with a towel and a clean dress."

"Yes." The coachman hurried down.

Mu Ke came back to his senses and helped Luo Ange follow his back, a little helpless, "What's going on? Can you vomit even in a car?"

Luo Ange's face was as white as paper, coughed twice, and glared at Mu Ke angrily, wondering if it's because your face is always dangling in front of me, even if you are handsome, I still look disgusted.

"Is the car going too fast? Just bear with it, and you will arrive at the post station in an hour, and then I will let you have a good rest."

The towel and clothes were brought, Mu Ke wet the towel and wiped Luo Ange's face, Luo Ange frowned, pushed him away, and said angrily, "Don't pretend to be a good person here, who can show it to you?" Woolen cloth?!"

The hatred of destroying the country was right in front of him, Luo Ange couldn't bear the care of such a great Buddha.

Mu Ke paused for a moment, but he wasn't annoyed, he just stretched out his hand and began to undo the small button on Luo Ange's front.

Luo Ange was terrified, and crawled to hide in the corner, clutching his clothes tightly, staring at him in horror like a big yellow girl: "You, you, what are you doing! Pervert, rascal, rascal!"

"I didn't have that nasty idea, it's just that your clothes are dirty, so I'll give you a new one." Mu Ke was even more speechless. He was obviously just kind, but in Luo Ange's eyes, he became a pervert and a hooligan?

Mu Ke reached out and grabbed Luo Ange, wanting to change his clothes.

Luo Ange struggled desperately, kicking and cursing at the same time, as if what Mu Ke wanted to peel off was not his clothes, but his skin.

Mu Ke couldn't dodge and was kicked twice by him, his face became gloomy, he twisted Luo Ange's slender wrist, and exerted [-]% of his strength, "Move again! If you move again, tie you up and throw you outside, let you follow the carriage run!"

Luo Ange was taken aback, feeling pain and fear, shivering in fright, Mu Ke took the opportunity to take off his coat and put on clean new clothes.

After changing his clothes, he pinched his face twice to signal him to be more honest, and then let the driver outside continue driving.

So Yichao's army moved forward again, but this time the speed was much slower, and the carriage moved forward steadily.

A few lieutenants who knew the inside story whispered, saying that His Royal Highness was afraid that the man would feel uncomfortable, so the speed of the march was more than doubled.The person sitting in that carriage is not a prisoner of the enemy country, he is obviously a noble person who is loved by thousands of people.