Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

After one night, Luo Ange saw Mei Luzhi again in the dungeon. In fact, it was only overnight, and there seemed to be some irreparable gap in the relationship between the two.

Luo Ange still remembered what happened last night, and he couldn't tell whether it was guilt, shame, or resentment towards Mei Luzhi. He didn't speak, and watched the jailer open the cell door without saying a word, so he went up , personally untied the rope from Mei Luzhi's hand.

Mei Luzhi's hair was a little disheveled, slightly covering his face, and his face was gloomy, looking even more serious. His gaze was examining Luo Ange's body, and suddenly fell on the glaring red mark on his neck. His body shook, and his voice was hoarse. Said: "You really did it with him?!"

Luo Ange lowered his eyes and did not speak, but his fingers trembled a little, and he did not untie the rope after a long time.

The jailer next to him stepped forward in good time and helped him untie the rope.

One of Mei Lu was free, and immediately reached out and grabbed Luo Ange's skirt, with such strength that his knuckles turned white, he almost lifted Luo Ange up.

He stared at Luo Ange with red eyes, and hissed: "Traitor, Luo Ange, you are Yunle's traitor, how did we learn it from childhood? A soldier can be killed but not humiliated, and he would rather die than treat the enemy Bow down, Yun Le's son is not like you!"

Standing outside the prison door, Mu Ke frowned unhappily. Although he himself liked to touch Luo Ange, he didn't like Luo Ange being touched by others.

So he took two steps forward, grabbed Mei Luzhi's wrist neatly, pulled and pushed, saved Luo Ange, and hugged him into his arms.

Glancing at Mei Lu coldly, Mu Ke said coldly, "If Yun Le is a fool like you, then it's really over."

"You're talking nonsense!" Mei Luzhi glared at Mu Ke, for a moment his sword was on the verge of breaking out, and the point of the needle pointed at the wheat light. The surrounding guards were afraid that the prisoner's sudden violence would be harmful to the prince, so they all quietly drew their swords.

In the end, it was Luo Ange who spoke, but he only called Mu Ke's name with an extremely sour voice.

Mu Ke felt pain in his heart, and he didn't want to confront Mei Luzhi anymore, so he beckoned someone over, pointed at Mei Luzhi, "Tie him up hand and foot, throw him directly into the carriage and send him back to Yunle, don't let me see him."

Immediately, someone next to him grabbed Mei Luzhi's hand, and Mei Luzhi struggled hard, but unfortunately he was injured, and his two fists were no match for four hands.

He could only stare at Luo Ange with red eyes, and hissed angrily: "Traitor! Yunle's traitor! Luo Ange, are you worthy of your identity? Do you still want to have fun under another man?" This face!"

Luo Ange's face turned pale, but his eyes turned red, and he turned his back silently.

Mu Ke saw him raise his hand, probably wiping away his tears.

A fire in Mu Ke's heart ignited all of a sudden, he stepped forward to push the jailer away, grabbed Mei Luzhi by the collar and punched him hard.

Mei Luzhi snorted unpreparedly, and before he could recover, he punched his fragile lower abdomen with a hard fist.He snorted in pain, and slowly squatted down, the corners of his mouth immediately swelled up.

Luo Ange was stunned, it was almost the first time he saw the prince hitting someone, and he forgot to go up to fight.

Mu Ke stared at Mei Luzhi angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "If I hadn't agreed to him, I really want to kill you now to relieve my hatred. Mei Luzhi, who will repay his kindness with revenge, is the kind of person you are, right? How many ways did he think of to save you, in exchange for you calling him a traitor?"

Mu Ke paused and clenched his fists, "What do you think of him? A shield? Or a Bodhisattva who hangs the pot to help the world? Ask him to find him if anything happens. He is not respected as a king, but he has to be Every one of you plans and sacrifices, why? Is it because he was born in the emperor's family and is your emperor?"

"Let me tell you, he is not your monarch now, he doesn't owe Yun Le, nor does he owe any of you!"

This phone call hit Mei Lu's face like a pouring rain, and he was righteous and impassioned, making people confused for a while, as if Mu Ke was the one on Luo Ange's side, defending him and protecting him people.

After Mu Ke finished speaking, he ordered someone to escort the astonished Mei Luzhi out, and turned around to say a few words to Luo Ange, but saw teardrops continuously rolling out of the man's eyes, like beads with a broken thread fall down.

"...Xiaoxiao." Mu Ke wondered if he had slipped his words just now and hit something sad.

Luo Ange raised his hand to wipe away his tears, he didn't want to lose his composure in front of everyone, he tried his best to suppress his crying, the choking sound was small, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone, but the tears poured out uncontrollably, Luo Ange An Ge wiped it carelessly with his sleeve, the silk fabric was completely wrinkled.

Just now, every word Mu Ke said straight into his heart, but this is obviously an outsider whom he has only known for more than a month!They are not friends, but they are inseparable day and night. They are not lovers, but they already have skin-kinship.

When Luo Ange was still in Yunle, he never thought that thousands of miles away, there would be a stranger who would understand all his grievances.

Luo Ange's hand was tightly pressed against his heart, he felt very uncomfortable and very scared, as if someone had smashed the wall of his heart, and held that warm, soft, trembling heart in his hand.

Luo Ange was afraid that the person would not know the severity, and scratched his heart, but he also longed for his heart to be kissed, touched, and cared for carefully.

He was at a loss for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he burst into tears like an ignorant child.

But Mu Ke didn't let him cry for too long, he quickly hugged Luo Ange tightly in his arms, and made the surrounding guards retreat with a wink.

In the dungeon there was still the cell where Luo Ange lived, so Mu Ke carried him there first, and placed him carefully on the soft couch, extremely soft, as if he was holding something delicate and fragile. Porcelain is average.

Luo Ange has never been treated and taken care of like this. Others always love him, rely on him, and rely on him. He is the patron saint of others, and many people like him, but no one has ever been so meticulous and treats him as a Children are treated normally.

But this person is the prince who brought him the disaster of destroying the country and took his body by force.

Luo Ange felt more and more uncomfortable, crying more and more miserably.

Mu Ke reached out his hand to wipe his tears, and his fingers were wet and cold. He slowed down and said, "Why are you crying? Didn't I let him go already?"

Luo Ange didn't know what he was crying for. He felt ashamed, but he couldn't stop crying, as if he wanted to cry out all the tears he had suppressed all these years.

He simply grabbed the blanket on the couch and covered himself from head to toe, as if it was safe and no one else could see him crying.

"..." Mu Ke looked at the fluffy thing on the couch speechlessly, only to hear the muffled sobbing sound coming from inside, it was so weird, it made people angry and funny.

His Royal Highness had no choice but to touch the slightly trembling body underneath through the blanket, comforting Luo Shaoqing, "I know that Mei Luzhi said some stupid things at that time, which made you sad, but he is gone now. Out of sight, out of mind, stop crying, good boy."

Luo Ange tried hard to stop crying, and showed half of his face from under the blanket, looking at Mu Ke cautiously: "You won't be obedient, send someone to attack on the road, right?"

Mu Ke laughed angrily, "Even if I have these means, I won't use them against you. I won't go back on what I promised you, so don't worry, the person surnamed Mei will definitely return to Yunle alive."

It's just that there will be a little bit of suffering on the road.

Luo Ange looked at Mu Ke suspiciously for a while, then sighed slightly, shrunk into the blanket, his eyes were still red, "It's not that I don't believe it... It's just that I've used this method before, and I'm always afraid... "

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, and joked: "I don't know that you are so cruel and merciless, have you ever done something like that?"

Luo Ange's eyes darkened, "At that time, I was always involuntarily..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Ange was suddenly hugged by him with blankets on him, and before he could struggle, he heard the man say above his head: "Okay, let's go back to the bedroom if we don't cry. It's cold and wet, you're sick again."

Luo Ange vaguely felt that the prince didn't want him to recall the gloomy years in Yunle, so he buried his face in the blanket and said in a low voice: "My body is a little weaker, but it's not a medicine pot, so I don't get sick so easily. "

Mu Ke walked out with him in his arms, while sneering, "It's not that easy to get sick? I think you will get sick every three days, when the weather is cold, when the wind is strong, you will get sick, you are very delicate, and your brain is still weak." So good, forgetting things and love to dig into the horns, the whole body is full of sickness."

Luo Ange got angry at being scolded by him, and vented his anger by twisting the flesh on his arm through his clothes, but temporarily forgot the discomfort and grievance just now.

Just being teased like this, and the joy was only temporary, Luo Ange soon remembered his worries again.

Just like what the prince said, Luo Ange is a person who is easy to get into a dead end, and often falls into deep self-doubt. If no one mentions it, he often leads to a dead end.

At that time, what Luo Ange did most often was to sit in Lanyue Pavilion, leaning on the railing and staring into the distance in a daze.

Mu Ke knew that he was looking at the official road outside.When Mei Luzhi left, he left through the side door, and the carriage took that road.

Mu Ke then understood that Mei Luzhi's words were like a thorn deeply pierced into Luo Ange's heart and could not be relieved.

One day at dinner, Luo Ange didn't come to eat, and the little maid timidly reported that Shaoqing was at the veranda by the pond and didn't want to come back, and they didn't dare to persuade her.

Mu Ke frowned, "It's so cold at night, and the poolside is humid, what is he doing there?"

A trace of sympathy appeared on the face of the little maid, and she whispered: "Shaoqing seems to be sad, he has always been like this recently, and is often lost in thought by himself."

Mu Ke sighed slightly when he heard the words, got up and said: "Forget it, I'll go find him and ask someone to remove the food and heat it on a low fire, don't let him eat it cold."

The little maid blessed her body and bowed her head in response.

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