Prisoner of the Eastern Palace

Luo Ange finally buried Mei Luzhi's body in the Tomb of Heroes.

This person once risked his life to go to the East Palace to save him, and now he is desperate to kill him, but Luo Ange still feels that this person is qualified to be buried in the Tomb of Heroes and be worshiped by future generations.

Luo Ange sometimes thinks that in fact Mei Luzhi is very similar to himself. Whether it is in thought or behavior, the two almost hold the same beliefs, but later he has Mu Ke, and Mei Luzhi, from the beginning to the end. Only himself at the end.

Luo Ange took pity on his people, stuck to his beliefs, no one cared about him, only Mu Ke, who took his power and ruined his identity, put him in his hands and cared for him, never asked him to what did you do.

But what about Mei Luzhi?He actually paid no less than Luo Ange, but no one could take care of him like Mu Ke did.

Man's life is really a trick of nature, and it's not clear at all.

After Mei Lu's death, Luo Ange was really depressed for a few days.

Mu Ke reckoned that he had no intention of entering the palace now, and there were a lot of things to deal with after entering the palace, so he sent someone to explain the general situation to King Xuan, and then stayed in the inn to concentrate on accompanying Luo Ange for a few days.

When falling asleep that night, Mu Ke heard Luo Ange asking him softly in the darkness how he found him that day.

Mu Ke smiled silently, took Luo Ange's shoulders, and said slowly: "Actually, as long as you try to figure out his state of mind, you can probably know where he will take you. I knew you must be there by the light of the fire."

His slender fingers stroked the scratch on Luo Ange's neck, and Mu Ke said with some guilt: "It's a pity that it took some time to get there, and it still hurt you."

Luo Ange touched the wound on his neck, and smiled wryly, "This wound is nothing, it's just a small cut."

He opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain above his head. In fact, the room was very dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

After a long time, Luo Ange said: "I remember that the moonlight was very bright that night, he didn't need to light so many torches."

At that time, Mei Luzhi deliberately lit so many torches, whether he was negligent, or he still had a little kindness in his heart, hoping that Mu Ke could find this place and save Luo Ange.

Luo Ange wondered again, was he deliberately delaying the time after polishing the dagger for so long.

People are dead, no one can tell.

Maybe these are just their useless speculations, Luo Ange's imagination.But maybe, Mei Luzhi didn't really want Luo Ange to die that much, he just wanted to complete his mission, and then die without any worries or regrets, so that he can meet the ancestors underground with satisfaction.

In the darkness, Luo Ange suddenly held Mu Ke's hand, and put his fingers into his palm.

Mu Ke's hands are covered with thin calluses from years of drawing bows and arrows. They are slender and beautiful, but very powerful and powerful hands. Luo Ange held his hands and said in a low voice: "My father, the queen mother, died. My sister is dead, Lu Zhi is also dead, there is no one around me anymore, Mu Ke, don't die."

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, he was very well behaved, why was he so worried about gain and loss all of a sudden?

But then he heard the man's suppressed sobs, and Mu Ke's heart throbbed. He quickly pressed Luo Ange into his arms, stroked his back, and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, I won't die." Yes, I..."

Mu Ke paused for a moment, then lightly raised Luo Ange's face, the moonlight from outside the window came in, illuminating his eyes glistening with tears.

Mu Ke said slowly: "Don't worry, Xiaoxiao, I won't let you walk behind me."

For two people who love each other, farewell is the most painful and unbearable. Mu Ke would rather that Luo Ange could close happily and contentedly in his arms when the two were old and old decades later. Eyes, the pain and reluctance of a stranger, let him bear it alone.

Mu Ke just wanted Luo Ange to live happily all his life.

Hearing this, Luo Ange couldn't help laughing, and gently twisted Mu Ke's waist, "What you say, if you die early, do you still want me to be buried for you?"

Mu Ke heard that his tone was much lighter, so he also smiled, and jokingly said: "Isn't it good? Then we will live in a joint burial coffin, and let people make the tomb more beautiful. Hundreds of years, thousands of years , we two old ghosts will be together for a long time, and occasionally go up there to scare people, how good it is."

Luo Ange was amused, and couldn't help punching him, "Who wants to be buried with you, looking at your face every day, is so annoying, I want to be reincarnated!"

Mu Ke also laughed, "Then we will reincarnate together, and in the next life we ​​will be thrown into the homes of common people, and we will be a pair of contented and happy little mandarin ducks."

"Stupid, if we reincarnate together, we will become brothers!"

"Oh, that's true, let's be a pair of old ghosts..."

So the solemn and terrible worries about birth, old age, sickness and death quietly passed away between the two joking and joking.

On the second day, Luo Ange's mood improved a lot. Although he would occasionally lose his mind, he was no longer as depressed as before.

Mei Luzhi's blow to Luo Ange was not small. In fact, since he was a child, he has been experiencing the grief of the death of relatives and friends around him, but Mu Ke promised him last night that he would never die before him. This calmed his restless heart somewhat.

In the afternoon, Mu Ke saw that he looked good, so he ordered people to prepare chariots and horses, and the two entered the palace.

Luo Yanyu and Congguang had received the news a long time ago, and had been waiting in front of the palace gate. Seeing Mu Ke get off the carriage, Luo Yanyu, under Congguang's signal, stepped forward to bow, "Welcome! His Royal Highness."

Mu Ke nodded in return, "Hello, Prince Xuan."

Then he reached out to help Luo Ange down.

This small gesture attracted the attention of everyone present.

They are servants who don't know how the former king of Yunle lived in the East Palace and how he is related to the prince. They can only guess a little bit from Guang and Luo Yanyu.

There were so many people present, and most of them were from Yunle Palace, Luo Ange knew them all, so he was too embarrassed to hold Muke's hand, and he leaned on the shaft of the car and stepped on the horse stool to get off.

Luo Yanyu felt ashamed in her heart, stepped forward timidly, and called Brother Wang in a low voice.

Luo Ange smiled, caring about the identities of the two, and just bowed politely, "Hello, His Royal Highness Xuan."

Luo Yanyu was taken aback, and his face turned even paler.

When the two walked in together, Luo Ange patted Luo Yanyu's shoulder quietly, and said with a smile: "You have grown up too, I heard that you have managed Yunle very well in the past few months."

Luo Yanyu was a little timid, and subconsciously looked at Congguang behind him, "Well, that's all thanks to Congguang..."

"I know that knowing people and making good use of them is also a talent." Luo Ange didn't know the special relationship between him and Congguang, so he just gave a few words of advice, and then left with Mu Ke.

On the contrary, Mu Ke glanced at Cong Guang extravagantly, maybe because Luo Ange had mentioned this person to him before, or maybe this person was too seductive and eye-catching, anyway, Mu Ke and Cong Guang looked at each other, It was nothing more than a flash, and it moved away without any waves.

At night, Luo Ange lived in the courtyard where he lived when he was the prince.He hadn't lived here for many years, but he came back to live here suddenly, but he was no stranger, and he still had that kind of intimacy.

Since Luo Ange lived here, Mu Ke followed him.

Letting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince live with the former King Yunle is a little unethical, but no one dares to take care of it.

Here, Mu Ke made no secret of his relationship with Luo Ange. All kinds of things between them have been spread in Yichao Imperial City, and some people have even played it. There is really no need to hide it here.

According to Mu Ke's words, Gu is a prince, who dares to care who he likes?

Even Emperor Yongzheng opened and closed his eyes, indeed no one dared to talk too much.

Luo Ange and the others had just arrived, they were exhausted, and there was another accident on the road, so Congguang was very sensible and didn't go to them to discuss matters, but let them have a good night's rest through the mouth of King Xuan.

So after dinner that day, when he was free, Luo Ange took Mu Ke for a walk in his yard, showing him the target he used to practice arrows when he was a child, and the small study room where he read and wrote, the table case. It is made according to the stature of a child, so small and cute.

The palace that Luo Ange lived in when he was a child was named Fengheyuan, and if he put his name on it, it would probably be the day when the wind is sunny and the spring is long.

Mu Ke couldn't help laughing, "Your father must have loved you very much when he was alive."

Luo Ange became a little proud, "Of course, when I was young, I was obedient and hardworking. I read well and wrote beautifully. They all liked me."

"Now I'm not obedient at all. It's the first class to be annoying." Mu Ke couldn't help teasing him, "Think about the things you tossed about in the East Palace. If I didn't really like you, I would have given you a long time ago." I beat you up and threw you on the street."

Luo Ange rolled his eyes at him, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "I hated you back then, I wish you could throw me out, who wants to live with you every day!"

"The dead duck has a stubborn mouth. Yesterday he said that even if he died, he would be buried with me."

Luo Ange's ears turned red, and he said angrily, "I didn't say it, you said it yourself!"

"Okay, okay." Looking at his puffy little face, Mu Ke felt more and more amused in his heart, and said deliberately: "Since you don't want to, then after a hundred years, we will still be buried separately?"

"No! How can you go back on your word? You, you..." Luo Ange stomped his feet angrily, and cursed desperately: "If you don't bury me with me, even if I die in the future, I will crawl out of the coffin , Lift up your mausoleum!"

Mu Ke's back turned cold, and he thought to himself why the more he talked, the more panicked he became?

In order to prevent Luo Ange from saying any more shocking and weeping ghosts and gods, Mu Ke hastily leaned down and blocked his mouth with his own lips.

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