I am His Majesty's favorite

His Royal Highness, who didn't know what Lin Heng was thinking in Chengqian Palace, was very angry.

After being so angry that he dealt with half a plate of candied grapes, a bowl of almond custard, and five palm-sized crispy biscuits in one breath, the burning anger in his chest still did not dissipate.

Huanyue stood aside holding Kong Tuoji, wanted to persuade but dared not, so she had to hand over a plate full of candied hawthorns as comfort.

"Is Lin Heng still a person?!"

Mu Chen bit the bright red fruit, and asked the question confidently.

He was summoned from Huaibei to Nanchang all the way, and then he was placed in the remote Chiqing Palace and ignored.

(Although the hot spring pool was repaired and all kinds of luxurious clothes and robes were prepared.)

Isn't he just looking for fun and pretending to be dizzy or something, and he didn't care about the long-lost person who appeared out of thin air.

(Although he used the monarch as a walking tool, and he came back to sleep with his back on his back all the way around.)

Lin Heng sent a lot of ornamental potted plants and pots and pans, and he accepted them all.

(Although he locked the gate of Chiqing Palace, and put on a posture of never getting in touch with each other.)

but.

If it weren't for the fact that the Nandan Palace was too boring, he would not have thought about running to Chaomu Pavilion.

If Lin Heng hadn't been so nervous in front of Chaomu Pavilion last time, he wouldn't have thought about tinkering with the lotus lock to find out.

If there weren't so many traps inside, he wouldn't have sprained his feet, and someone knocked on his head.

What made Mu Chen resentful the most was that.

God damn Lin Heng, actually left the chalcedony ointment as soon as he let it go.

He didn't even say a word about coming to visit another day.

Of course he was going to be angry.

Of course you have to hate that dog emperor.

Regarding His Royal Highness's blatant expression of dissatisfaction, Huan Yue sincerely expressed the hope that His Highness's voice would be quieter, as he still wanted to live.

In case the unfortunate news reaches the ears of the monarch, getting a whole body will be regarded as a good death.

"Is he still a person with the surname Lin?!" Mu Chen repeated loudly.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Your Majesty loves you very much. You are even willing to pay for the crime of breaking into Chaomu Pavilion. This is something that has never happened before."

Huan Yue cautiously persuaded, and by the way, checked whether the gate of the inner hall was tightly closed.

He was actually a little bit aggrieved by the monarch.

But Mu Chen looks very good-looking.

Good-looking people have a reason for everything they say.

So the little attendant immediately turned the subject: "But even if His Majesty is not willing to let you go, he shouldn't leave you alone, at least you have to be treated with medicine to make you happy before leaving, you say yes."

"Bah! The Crown Prince wants him to coax you?" Mu Chen kicked, frowning anxiously in pain involving the sprain.

Seeing the pain, Huan Yue hurriedly fetched some ointment, rubbed some on his swollen ankle which was almost as thick as a calf.

Originally, it wasn't so serious when he came back from Chaomu Pavilion. After Lin Heng left, His Highness the Crown Prince thought more and more about it, kicking him from time to time with the title of a king.

Then the wound can't touch the ground at all.

"Your Highness, no matter how annoyed you are, you can't torment your body. It's not easy to recover in the winter season. If you don't take good care of it, you will suffer some days."

Enduring the sharp pain, Mu Chen repeatedly whipped the monarch who ran away without giving him medicine several times in his heart.

In the past, Lin Heng helped take care of the small bumps in Huaibei.

He was even dissatisfied with the bitter and nauseating soup prescribed by the imperial doctor, so he deliberately researched the prescription with added sugar foam and cooked it himself.

That's why he cared so much.

Either never pay attention to it, or stick to it forever.

After developing a sense of dependence, let it go.

It's not clear that this is intentional bullying.

His Royal Highness, who was so absorbed in losing his temper, seemed to have forgotten how badly he used to drive people away.

But that can't really leave.

Mu Chen hugged his ankle and blew air, thinking to himself.

It's not Lai Linheng who is so unreasonable because he is used to obedience and obedience.

As a result, he was dissatisfied with changing three or four personal servants in Huaibei, so he simply didn't use them later, so as not to be an eyesore to himself if he was not well served.

She thought that she would be able to live a more comfortable life in Nanchang, but who knows that the world is cold and people's hearts are not the same, and the little servant who let herself be raped is now so hard that she dares to beat others.

Humph.

I don't want to see such a remote palace often.

The love poems in the embroidered bag are written to the people you haven't seen for a long time.

Sending pots and pans means that you don't go out and wander around so as not to run into each other.

He must be sick of me.

Concatenation of previous species.

His Royal Highness the crown prince's mind is filled with only these seven words that repeat endlessly.

The author has something to say:

Ah, I'm too busy lately~

short and weak

Work hard in your spare time

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