Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

Mu Ke had no intention of killing him, he just grabbed Luo Ange's shoulder fiercely, and pressed him against the wall fiercely.

Mu Ke's force was so strong that Luo Ange felt that his shoulder blades were about to be crushed, and his cheek was pressed against the calligraphy and painting on the wall, so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

"...It hurts!" As if he had never suffered such pain before, Luo Ange gasped for a few times before screaming, struggling under Mu Ke's hands, his treasured calligraphy and paintings were torn and crumpled, But no one cares.

"Bastard! Beast! Let go! Let me go!"

Luo Ange was in so much pain that he was about to burst into tears, and Mu Ke relaxed a little bit of the strength on his fingers.He purposely pinched Luo Ange's bone acupoint, and this move couldn't even be carried by soldiers who have been on the battlefield, let alone this little thing who has never suffered from flesh and blood.

Luo Ange felt that the pain in his shoulder was not so great, so he immediately lifted his foot to kick Mu Ke, stretched out his claws and scratched him like a shrew, "Get out! Get out! You brainless bastard crawled out of the grave! Moody asshole!"

Mu Ke frowned, grabbed Luo Ange's wrists and pressed them against the wall, pinched his pink lips with his spare hand, "If your mouth can only swear, you might as well cut off your tongue Already!"

Luo Ange was even more blown up when he heard it, and struggled recklessly, "Cut me! If you have the ability, just kill me! You bastard!"

"I don't know how to repent!" Mu Ke was completely annoyed, and violently tore off Luo Ange's clothes, and the exquisite clothes turned into rags and fell to the ground, trampled on by the two of them arguing.

Luo Ange struggled fiercely, and didn't realize that she had been stripped naked. In the next second, Mu Ke's kiss pressed hard on her. It was not a kiss at all, but a ravage and bite.

The tender lips were licked and bitten by him mercilessly, tormenting them, blood appeared in the mouths of the two of them after a while, Luo Ange only felt a tingling pain on his lips, and struggled in anger.

But Mu Ke ignored him, opened his lips and teeth directly, and drove his tongue straight into the siege, just like his usual overbearing.

The palate was rubbed so painfully, Luo Ange wailed pitifully, and stretched out his hand to push Muke's firm chest.

Mu Ke was a little displeased, he casually picked up Luo Ange's belt that had been torn off from the ground, and was about to tie his hands up when he suddenly froze again.

Luo Ange took the opportunity to escape from his shackles, took two steps back, and looked at him in shock, "Why are you crazy! I'm a man! Are you blind!"

Mu Ke glanced at him, picked up the things in his hand, pointed to the exquisite dice accessory on the belt, and asked in a deep voice: "What is this?"

Luo Ange's eyes subconsciously fell on the crystal clear dice pendant, the moon-white tassels were very beautiful.

He remembered that this was an accessory he wore on the belt of his middle shirt, but he didn't know when he put it on, it must have been a few years, he thought this exquisite dice was very beautiful, so he kept wearing it.

Seeing Mu Ke staring at him with fiery eyes, Luo Ange panicked, and couldn't help but tell the truth, "I don't remember either, probably a few years ago the nanny picked out the clothes from the library, I think it looks good, so I wear it all the time..."

"Choose one from the library to match the clothes?" Mu Ke repeated this sentence for some reason, he smiled desolately, and smashed the exquisite dice on Luo Ange, "Yes, I didn't." You are wrong, you are really ruthless."

Luo Ange was at a loss, and didn't know why His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly became angry.He is like an ignorant white rabbit, locked in a cage, bearing the master's moodiness in a daze and noisily.

Mu Ke closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils were already icy cold.He casually picked up the tattered clothes on the ground, threw them on Luo Ange, and called his servants to come in.

Wang Gonggong trotted in, turned a blind eye to the disheveled Luo Ange, bowed respectfully, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you have any orders?"

Mu Ke pointed to Luo Ange at the side, seeming very impatient, "Put him in the dungeon, I don't want to see him for now."

Wang Gonggong took the order and went down, and quickly brought a few guards up to escort Luo Ange to the dungeon. By the way, he was very discerning and brought a robe for Luo Ange to put on.

As soon as the iron gate was closed, Luo Ange was imprisoned in the cold and damp dungeon of the East Palace.

Mu Ke was furious, but Luo Ange was mixed with joy and sorrow.He was worried about why the prince would get angry because of a small pendant, and whether it would implicate Yun Le, but he was happy that he didn't have to live with him anymore, it would be better for Mu Ke to kill him directly.

Luo Ange wants to die, the country is destroyed, the king should die for the country to clarify righteousness, this is his destiny as a monarch.

However, the conditions of this dungeon are really bad, there is dust floating in the air, only a little bit of sunlight comes through the small windows, and moss grows on the corners of the walls.

Luo Ange frowned, and wrapped his clothes tightly.

He is indeed not afraid of death, but he is afraid of many things, big enough to fear that his people will suffer and suffer, and the people will not be able to survive, small enough to be afraid of suffering, pain, dirt, darkness, mice and insects.

And this dungeon perfectly showed everything he was afraid of, which is really 'rejoicing'.

There were a few jailers drinking at the wooden table outside, Luo Ange glanced at them, tired from standing, and wanted to sit for a while.

In a blink of an eye, he saw the low couch made of straw in the prison, covered with dust and cobwebs, Luo Ange glanced at it in disgust, but finally did not sit down, and stood wrapped in clothes in front of the prison door to chat with the jailers. gossip.

Luo Ange said: "Is there something wrong with your prince's brain? Every day is cloudy and sunny. He took the wrong medicine when he was a child?"

The jailer slapped the table and roared angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! Your Highness the Crown Prince is also someone who can slander you?! Be careful to smash your mouth!"

Luo Ange shrank back wrapped in his clothes, convinced that the prison door was strong enough, and the jailer would not rush in to beat him in anger, and then said: "But your prince is too moody, and you get angry because of a trivial matter. Is he five elements missing four elements, born with fire life?"

The jailer stood up suddenly, pointed at Luo Ange and cursed: "It's almost enough! You are the first one to gossip about the prince in the East Palace, you don't want to live anymore, do you?!"

Luo Ange became even more interested, "Yes, yes, how can I let him kill me? It's best to kill me with a knife, not the kind that hurts."

"..." The jailer sat down sullenly, and ignored Luo Ange.

There was silence in the dungeon for a while, Luo Ange was a talkative person, but he still couldn't bear the boredom, so he said seriously: "The prince is a broken sleeve, do you know that?"

puff!The wine from the mouths of the three guards sprayed out at the same time, spraying each other's face.

The hot-tempered jailer Jia picked up his waist knife and rushed over to fight Luo Ange desperately. The more mature A Yi hurriedly stopped him and hugged him, "Calm down! Calm down! That's the prince's prisoner, just in case We can't afford any troubles!"

Luo Ange folded his arms and blinked, deeply feeling that if he didn't have the prison door in front of him, he would be chopped into meat paste... although they have the key.