[Rebirth] The little mute of the prince's family

He also wanted to save Yunle, but he was afraid that if he went, both of them would die in the Dragon King Temple.

He has also used the trick of asking you to enter the urn.

How could Wang An, who is proficient in tactics, let their tricks succeed.

Now the less he cares about Yunle's performance, the safer Yunle may be.

The eyeliner in Prince An's mansion has not been found out yet, so he must not take it lightly.

In order to pretend that he really didn't care, King An not only withdrew the strict inspection orders from all the city gates, but also took the initiative to find his friend Mo Hui the next day and invited him to drink and have fun in Xiaoge together.

Secretly sent Xinge to continue to investigate.

Ye Lan, who was lurking in Prince An's mansion, saw all this, and felt a little unworthy for that poor young master.

When Ye Lan went back to the other courtyard to report the situation of Prince An's Mansion, the second prince was not in the study, nor in the bedroom, but at the little prince's place.

The second prince was actually feeding the young master!

Ye Lang, who witnessed this scene, was stunned outside the window, and couldn't even remember what he came for.

"Open your mouth."

Yun Le on the bed was like a puppet that lost its soul, without much reaction.

During the day, the guards reported to the second prince that Yun Le neither ate nor drank.

The second prince thought that he was just sad, and he would be fine in a few days.

But he hasn't eaten all day, and the second prince is unavoidably worried.

At this moment, Yun Le's heart was ashamed, she lost the desire to eat at all, and even her clear eyes were dull.

"It would be fine without you, why don't you die."

In his memory, the woman's sharp and harsh voice echoed in his ears repeatedly, even though he covered his ears tightly, it still didn't disappear at all.

Recalling being abandoned again and again, Yun Le showed a painful expression, maybe he didn't deserve to live in this world at all.

Another three days passed, Yun Le was still in a daze, and all the things that were force-fed were finally vomited out.

The second prince really has nothing to do with Yunle, and he can't bear to see him losing weight day by day because of his third brother.

"Send you back to Prince An's Mansion, okay?" The second prince asked while holding Yun Le's small face in both hands, looking straight into his eyes.

When Yun Le heard "Prince An's Mansion", she became a little sober, and there was a gleam of light in her eyes, and she blinked twice as she watched the second prince.

"But you must not tell what happened in the past few days."

Yun Le nodded slightly in agreement.

Seeing what he was thinking about, the second prince wanted to find King An, so he had to send him back at night.

The Second Prince's skill was so fast, when the guards noticed it, they only saw a person lying at the door.

The plaque with three golden characters on the lintel inscribed "An Wang's Mansion" came into view, and Yun Le closed her eyes in peace.

Yunle is like duckweed floating on the lake, without a place to belong, he will float wherever the wind blows, and Wang An is his wind.

The guard guarding the gate saw Yun Le's portrait, and recognized him as the young master An Wang had been looking for for many days, and hurriedly carried him in.

Tonight, Wang An invited Mo Hui to drink in Xiaoge again, he drank one cup after another, Mo Hui looked at him with his chin resting on the sidelines, and after spying for a long time, he couldn't find any of his thoughts.

Mo Hui, who had been left out for three days in a row, couldn't sit still, and couldn't help complaining to him.

"His Royal Highness, what's wrong with you? You are the one who invited me to Xiaoge these days, why do you just drink every time and ignore me, it's so boring."

Mo Hui didn't know whether to invite one beauty or two, he was almost suffocated by the dull atmosphere in the room.

knock knock knock

Suddenly there was a person knocking on the door like a drum, and it was not known what was urgent.