I am His Majesty's favorite

Lin Heng almost jogged out of the room.

The Xuanhuang court clothes were moved by his steps, and the belt and jade pendant around his waist collided with each other, making a nice jingle and crisp sound.

"Hey, if you don't show your feet, you can't walk an inch, please pay attention to the king's demeanor?" The little uncle teased.

Lin Heng didn't bother to answer, he lifted the bowl and looked at it, and there were actually three small characters of Chi Qing Palace printed on the bottom.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent this over an hour ago. He asked the old slave to tell you that the dragon's body is the most important thing in everything, so don't work too hard."

What is more disturbing than the three-pointed love is not seeing each other.

Lin Heng concealed the strange emotion in his eyes, and said lightly: "Thank you for the kindness of His Royal Highness for Gu, he has a heart."

After thinking about it, he called Eunuch Jiang Lai to stop again.

"Forget it, let's go to Chiqing Palace to see him in person when I have free time."

Mr. Jiang Lai said here, and directed the young eunuchs to take out the dishes from the food box one by one and put them on the table in Chengqian Hall.

Lin Heng's ears turned red when his uncle stared at him, so he could only show the posture of a king and stare coldly.

"You don't have to go back to the General's Mansion after you finish your meal. If you only need to approve the documents, you can stay and read all the remaining documents."

There are a total of 270 nine files in the warehouse.

Lian Xizhuo struggled for three days to read 820 copies.

It is equivalent to saying that not only can he not go back to take a bath and sleep comfortably when he is full of food and drink, but also has to continue to accompany His Majesty the emperor to kill the remaining 450 eight files in Chengqian Palace.

The little uncle suddenly felt that the dishes in front of him were not delicious.

Lin Heng didn't care about him, and blocked the man's plaintive face with a bowl decisively.

Lian Xizhuo couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, feeling extremely annoyed.

It would be great if Ji Huaichen was a civil servant, then looking through those long and boring documents is not his business.

Besides, that stunned elm head is much more honest, it is definitely the kind that can read it without a break and then extract a copy of the details.

Where did Lin Heng look down on him, why did he have to torment him.

A delicious dinner that appeared when the stomach was hungry ended satisfactorily under the sad face of Lian University and the deliberate difficulties of the monarch.

Lin Heng wiped the corners of his lips, looked at the steaming soup cup for a while, but never took the spoon.

Seeing that he was not moving, Lian Xizhuo was holding the lamb chops with one hand, and wanted to taste the lamb chops with the other hand.

"What are you doing!"

The little uncle stuffed his cheeks full of flesh, covered the back of his hand that was red from the slap, and complained vaguely.

"Don't you want to drink it? It should be cold after a while."

Lin Heng looked at him, ignoring the fact that his arms were already covering the bowl, his expression looked very serious.

"Who says you can't drink alone." It's because it's a little bit reluctant to drink it too soon.

Lian Xizhuo rolled his eyes silently, and said, "Don't talk about it, this nephew and daughter-in-law are quite skillful, and the soup smells very fresh."

Lin Heng pretended to bow his head, but the light in his eyes fully exposed his careful thinking about intimacy.

Afraid of being teased by his little uncle again, the Monarch turned his eyes away and took a closer look at the letter paper that had been pressed under the bowl.

The familiar Nianhua Xiaokai script was obviously written by Mu Chen himself.

The whole article has sixteen characters.

Thank you very much for your help.

Talk about expressing your heart, and meditate on your own mistakes.

Lin Heng read it dozens of times, and came up with two explanations for the last half of the sentence, "Meditate on one's own past".

The first one is that the prince decided to keep his own place in Chiqing Palace, and meditate on his faults of messing around.

Ok.

Not excluded.

Then the second kind...

Lin Heng has some reasons to be sure.

What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince meant was that he didn't intend to give him a good face before he had calmed down and confessed his mistake face to face.

Mu Chen was not as generous as he thought.

Under the comfort of the two attendants, His Highness the Crown Prince's mood turned 180 degrees.

I don't know how happy I am right now.

He was smiling all over his face, humming a tune and picking up some extra herbs in the small kitchen.

Huanyue and Fengyang squatted aside, both showing terrified expressions, one after another they put charcoal fire in the copper basin.

After a long time, Huanyue couldn't bear it anymore, and opened her mouth to break the harmonious atmosphere.

"Your Highness, it's not good to do this. Your Majesty is the king of a country."

Mu Chen smiled crisply. "What's wrong? Didn't you say that if His Majesty decides to draft a draft, newcomers will be added to the palace soon."

Huan Yueshou's face was wrinkled.

That's what he said.

But what he meant was to make His Royal Highness feel a sense of crisis, so don't always be angry with His Majesty.

Instead of asking Mu Chen to add seven or eight flavors of medicine to invigorate the kidney and strengthen the yang into the soup!

Those medicines are top-grade medicines with great potency, one bowl is better than six bowls.

According to the way His Royal Highness puts medicinal materials, His Majesty's dragon body will be hollowed out before the draft...  

Feng Yang was also a little worried.

It was his idea to ask Mu Chen to take the soft letterhead with him.

Feng Yang bit his lower lip and said anxiously: "Your Majesty has always been intolerant of careful use of words. A few months ago, a civil servant who was deeply favored by Long En made His Majesty Long Yan furious just because he wrote two wrong sentences. Immediately sentenced to execution by beheading."

In fact, he also wanted to ask Mu Chen if he had any misunderstandings about the word soft.

However, looking at His Highness the crown prince's confident appearance, it must be because he misunderstood Furuan even more.

Mu Chen didn't answer, just smiled and played with the small celadon pot in his hand.

The treacherousness of his smile made the two little attendants feel chills down their backs, so they stopped talking obediently and shut their mouths.

It's just that the fear of Lin Heng's coming to settle accounts in his heart gradually turned into worry about the health of the monarch.

Lin Heng: It's okay to be lonely, it's okay to be lonely.

In Chengqian Hall.

His Majesty the Emperor, who drank all the soup in the bowl in one go, slowly licked his lips, and commented softly: "It tastes good." It just tasted even weirder than the ones sent before.

Lian Xizhuo's eyes were tight, he looked at the empty bowl and smashed it secretly several times, but his words were merciless.

"Tch! What's there to be proud of, isn't it just cooking soup, what a big deal."

Lin Heng looked at him coldly: "You know?"

"My lord is not rare to learn." The little uncle who was classified as 'five bodies are not diligent, six valleys do not recognize' raised his voice and blocked. "Why do you have so many servants to eat? Someone will prepare it and bring it to you after you order it."

"There is no soul." His Majesty the Emperor gave a pertinent definition.

"Yes, then you can continue to reminisce. It is best to sleep together with a bowl at night, so as to thank your little Highness for your virtuous deeds. An ordinary person like this prince is only suitable for tasting the soulless old year Alcohol brewing, I ask Your Majesty to excuse me and leave first."

Lian Xizhuo diverted his attention by chattering, but his eyes were already wandering in the direction of the palace gate.

He didn't have any fun for a few days, and he really felt uncomfortable all over his body. When he thought of so many files to read, his scalp also went numb.

Taking advantage of Lin Heng's good condition and low vigilance at the moment, there may be a chance of success if he rushes out.

It's a pity that the little uncle underestimated the other party's reaction speed. As soon as he lifted his steps, a silver chopstick with strong wind swished past his eyes, and it was nailed into the Phoebe pillar three steps away like a thin sword.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lian Xizhuo wanted to struggle a little more, after all Lin Heng would not kill him.

But after seeing the size of the silver chopsticks, he gave up.

With this strength nailed to the body, it is estimated that it can be directly pierced through him.

Senior Lian retracted his half-hanging foot, and complained, "You really want me to read the dossier overnight in Chengqian Hall?"

Lin Heng said quietly. "It's okay if you don't want to see it."

Lian Xizhuo raised his eyebrows, waiting for his nephew's follow-up.

Unsurprisingly.

Lin Heng tapped again with his fingertips on the letterhead with sixteen large characters.

The little uncle clicked his tongue, knowing that he didn't know how to reply.I want to help myself come up with an idea so that His Highness the Crown Prince will not be blamed.

"You say you, you can't ask people to handle things..."

Lin Heng smiled slightly, and picked up another silver chopstick.

Lianxi Zhuo understood: "It is my honor to relieve His Majesty's worries."

At any rate, there have been so many encounters with girls, a mere letter of apology from the heart is not a problem for Lian University.

After the threatening Emperor stopped playing with the murder weapon, the little uncle hurriedly patted his chest to promise.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will do my best to achieve the effect that His Royal Highness will find Chengqian Palace from Chiqing Palace to exchange heartfelt feelings with you after seeing the reply letter."

Lin Heng's thin lips parted slightly, and he said calmly for a while, "It's best."

At this moment of pause, Lian Xizhuo faintly felt that he was being ridiculed by his nephew, and wanted to say something cruel like 'If His Royal Highness does not come, he will give Lin Heng his head as a Cuju ball'.

But past experience told him that it would be irrational to do so.

Because Lin Heng can do it.

I won't mention how I know it.

Who hasn't touched the past that can't be recalled.

The author has something to say:

Lin Heng: Kneel down, begging you to do something.

Uncle: QaQ

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