I am His Majesty's favorite

Winter evenings are always short and eye-catching.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the eaves of the palace, and the light orange and red gold were mixed, making the solemn palace look sporadic with fireworks for no reason.

The Lord Monarch who had finished approving the papers returned to the Changming Palace long ago, and ordered the palace servants to prepare all the things that His Highness the Crown Prince needed, without thinking about dinner.

He himself was not idle, and wandered to the kitchen to make two plates of snacks.Then, amidst the fragrance that diffused in all directions, I waited for my little ancestor's fortune.

Mu Chen is still immersed in the fun of tinkering with mechanisms.

When he came out of the secret passage with loose clothes against his surprisingly good cheek, Lin Heng's hour-long stare at his wife was finally able to stop.

"Why so late?"

His Royal Highness was wiping the hem of his clothes with a wet silk handkerchief, and caught the eagerness in the words, he couldn't help laughing: "It's dawn, can't wait to sleep with me?"

"What..." His Majesty's face turned red, and he folded his body and held the dim sum in front of him. "Try it?"

Lin Heng's expression was a bit childish, his eyes were bright, like a little milk dog holding its head up and waiting for praise.

Mu Chen couldn't help smiling, his thin lips parted slightly, and his jaw stretched towards the plate.

The meaning is self-evident.

His Majesty the Monarch, who has always had a bad mind in this matter, did not disappoint this time.

He nodded knowingly, raised his arms, and brought the plate and snacks to Mu Chen's lips.

Then...................... his calf bone went numb.

"Are you going to let me bow my head to eat? Or do you want the snack to jump into my mouth by itself?!"

Mu Chen really wanted to put the copper basin on his forehead.

"Can't you see the ashes on your hands? Hey me."

Lin Heng was rubbing his legs in resentment, but after hearing the three words at the end of the sentence, he immediately pursed his lips in a foolish joy, and squeezed out a piece of lotus-shaped sugar cake as he said.

Putting aside the admiration for civil and martial arts, the most obvious difference between Nanchong and Huaibei is probably in the food.

In Huaibei, the elegance of literati and inkmen is swept away. There are a variety of pastries, but most of them are square and look quite satisfactory.

And although Nan Chen put all kinds of delicate snacks on a more delicate silver plate, the fillings inside are extremely rich.

A mouthful of red bean cakes, immediately filled with sweetness.The adjective "excellent flavor" in Mu Chen's words is definitely not empty talk.

Lin Heng fed several pieces with a smile, but the little ancestor was still not satisfied, he chewed enough red bean cakes and looked eagerly at the small dish next to him.

"Eat less now, and I have to save some stomach for dinner."

Mu Chi, who was seduced by the glutton, would not listen to persuasion. Seeing that he was about to retreat, he leaned over and held back Tuo Ji.

Lin Heng had no choice but to poke the puffy cheek lightly. "You still protect the food when you are old? If you like it, I will do it again tomorrow."

Do it tomorrow.

Mu Chen suddenly remembered what Lin Heng had said in his dream.

'I can make all the pastries you like, and I will make them for you to taste later. '

If the stubble of expressing one's heart is in vain, then one has to get back some interest on other things.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince reluctantly gave up and continued to attack, with a touch of the corner of his lips, he quickly issued an order.

"Tomorrow, I want to eat a crispy, soft and glutinous cookie. The filling should be chewy, but it can flow as soon as it is broken. It is best to have a three-point floral and seven-point fruity aftertaste."

"The portion should not be too big, nor too small. As for the shape...except long, round, square, flat, anything is fine."

"Then you go ahead and eat." Lin Heng stuffed the snack back without hesitation. "Or kill me."

After a pause, Mu Chen really used the silk handkerchief as a sling, as if to strangle this repentant dog emperor to death.

Lin Heng had no choice but to dodge with a wry smile on his face. "Little ancestor, I go to the hall every day, not the kitchen. Do you have any misunderstanding about the identity of our country's monarch?"

"What's the matter, Monarch?"

Mu Chi had his hips akimbo, but compared with him at close range, his slightly shorter stature made his deterrent power weaker.

Lin Heng hesitated for a moment between 'looking down' and 'relaxing his back', and finally chose the latter decisively.

"Make a dessert that the prince is satisfied with, or try the craftsmanship of the prince." Mu Zhen secretly tiptoed, trying to overwhelm the other party in terms of momentum. "You choose one."

well.

Now there are two roads before Lin Heng.

One is a dead end.

The other... is also a dead end.

The only difference between the two is that the appearance of death is ugly, and the appearance of death is extremely ugly.

"Okay."

Lin Heng sighed heavily.

"It is my great honor to wash your hands and make soup for Your Highness. Your Highness is welcome to come to the Changming Hall to taste at the same time tomorrow. At that time, I will definitely conduct self-reflection and humbly improve your Highness's suggestions——Your dagger can be put away Yet?"

There is an opal embedded in the short dagger that Mu Chi plays with, it is pocket-sized and small, and it will sparkle with blue light at night.

It looks both simple and weird.

Lin Heng glanced, then smiled. "The one I gave you?"

"of course."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not intentionally cover the blade handle which had become rounded due to repeated rubbing, but waved it generously.

"Seeing things and thinking about others, you know that I miss you very much after three years of separation."

A word pokes the heart.

Lin Heng simply fell in love with his calm and profound appearance.

The shyness after teasing too much is real.

The blunt defense is also true.

One sentence, I miss you very much, and if the person you love will stare at you again, His Majesty the Emperor's heart will soften like water.

"Not to mention pastries, even if you want to taste all the delicacies in the world, I am willing to learn one by one for you."

Mu Chen bit her lip, a faint crimson color appeared on her face. "Then you will always be nice to me?"

"Yes." Lin Heng blinked determinedly. "As long as you don't force me to eat the food you cook."

"........." The knife was still a little early.

"The prince's culinary skills are so bad?!" Mu Chen was furious.

"Don't look down on me, I was taught by an expert in Huaibei!"

"Huh? Is that expert surnamed Yan?" Lin Heng added desperately: "Yan of King Yan?

Hiss.......The calf bone is not only numb, but also seems to be a little swollen.

"All right! Your Highness has superb culinary skills, unparalleled, and Lin is willing to bow down."

The monarch always upholds the fine virtue of accepting what is good, after all, admitting love is the ultimate esoteric way to save one's life.

However, Mu Chen, who was burning with desire for the victory, did not accept perfunctory at all. He took a hard bite of the sugar cake that was closest to him, and by the way, he held up the remaining half as a chopping board.

"Five days later, go to Chiqing Palace to have a small New Year's Eve dinner. I will make it myself!"

Lin Heng: If you poison, you will poison, don't put it so euphemistically.

Lin Heng never felt that it was such a pleasant thing to be disturbed when he was alone with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Fortunately, Huan Yue and Feng Yang came to the rescue, otherwise, according to the temper of the little ancestor, he might not be able to wait five days later, and at this moment he would set up a pot to light a fire in the Changming Hall to prove his strength.

"This......" Mu Ling stared at the thick brocade quilt that was gradually moving into the room, with doubts on his face. "Is it a new type of weapon developed by Nan Chan?"

"Your Highness, it's me." Huan Yue's vague response came from under the quilt.

As soon as he stopped speaking, Feng Yang staggered a few steps behind and appeared.The situation is better than the previous one, at least the nose and eyes can see where it is.

The two little attendants managed to both stand firmly to unload the goods, and before they could say 'see Your Majesty', they were hit by a heavy chestnut on their heads.

"What are you two doing?"

Huanyue took a breath and rubbed her head, with an aggrieved expression: "Perform the task you assigned."

Mu Xing pointed to the desk full of clothes, soft pillows and long quilts.

"I tell you to be quiet! Be quiet! Send me some common things, are you here to give the crown prince a dowry?! Where is the gong and drum team? Oh, I forgot, there is no one in the palace!"

If you have to, there are actually.

But they dare not say.

Feng Yang defended in a low voice: "It's His Majesty's will, we slaves dare to disobey."

Lin Heng?

Mu Chen stared sideways.

The monarch who was identified by the court: "......... I am afraid that you are not used to the Changming Palace, and I just heard that you Ask the attendants to send you some things, and simply order them to bring you all the things you use frequently, so as to save you the trouble of tossing around."

Question: When you thought you could sleep with your sweetheart without anyone noticing it, but found that the other person has already prepared everything related to cohabitation, what kind of experience is it like?

Mu Chen: It's so lamentable, this bad head has finally been repaired.

But the reserved cutscene is still necessary.

"Then there's no need to move half of Chiqing Palace here?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pushed and tugged several times, and the piled things immediately crumbled.

"What's the use of this big wooden box? Take it for us to join the bones?"

"Return to Your Highness, this box is a family heirloom of this minister." There was a sudden sound behind the one-person-high wooden box, which made Mu Chen jump.

Zhang Zhen dragged another larger solid wooden box and looked in, kowtowed to Lin Heng and then said: "Your Majesty, this is a special offering. I wish you and Your Highness good health and a long life."

After that, he opened the lock, and a strong smell of medicine filled the room instantly.

Mu Chen glanced away, and was horrified to see various ointments of strange colors.

Its variety is complete enough to allow him to be torn into pieces and put back together, and then backflip on the spot, and he can still sing a folk song alive and well.

And the method of use and the parts used marked on the paper seal are mostly...  

Mu Chen: I suddenly feel a pain in my back.

Lin Heng clearly sensed a gust of cold air gushing from the rear left, but the monarch, who is well versed in the law of life preservation, tactfully did not move.

.....................The main reason is that Aunt Xi, who entered the door, blocked his escape route.

"Your Majesty, Wanan." Aunt Tan Hen knelt, "This is the booklet you asked your servant to find. There are ten books in total, and they are all here."

Mu Chen's eyes are very good: ""Fengyue Posture Award"? "How to Use Jade Poses Correctly"?? "Learn this trick, let you immediately sleep with your little wife"??? And...... ...... "Prescription for Anti-abortion and Nursing Care"?!"

When His Royal Highness announced the title of the book, the faces of everyone present turned red, especially the emperor.

"I, I have never issued such an imperial order, really!" Lin Heng hastily defended: "At least...the book on abortion is not I asked for it by name."

Ask again: You have never even formally held hands, but others think you have children, what kind of experience is it like?