I am His Majesty's favorite

The Lord King came to the small kitchen in person, and the palace people who were busy inside were all so frightened that they knelt down, fearing that they would lose their heads because of the crime of incompetent service.

Feng Yang was cautious, so Lin Heng left him outside to wait for his orders, and only ordered Huan Yue to follow him in to fight, which was regarded as making up for his mistakes.

"Everyone who is idle should go out, and no one is allowed to enter without purpose."

"Here."

The palace people were ordered to retreat in a panic, and the chef in the lead gave the servant a few hard looks before leaving.

Whispered to tell him to be more careful, don't annoy the monarch and blame other innocent people.

Huanyue's head was full of baldness, she stood by the door and didn't dare to raise her hands to rub it, so she tensed up and was ready to receive orders at any time.

Lin Heng searched on the desk for a while but couldn't find what he was looking for. Looking sideways, the little attendant had a sad face, and he was almost stuffed into the crack of the door.

"Why do you hide so far away? You are lonely and don't eat people."

Huanyue took a step forward tremblingly when she heard the words, thinking about the issue of Qiuhou's questioning in her heart.His cheeks couldn't help twitching, and he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than bitter.

"Your Majesty is majestic and mighty. I know my status is humble, so I dare not make mistakes."

His Majesty the Emperor looked down and said lightly: "It doesn't look very smart, but it speaks quite cleverly."

"I am serving Your Highness now. Thanks to my master, I don't think I am stupid. I often teach my servants some etiquette on weekdays."

"Really." Lin Heng smiled.

He was so familiar with Mu Chen's etiquette.

When he was happy, he fell asleep on the emperor's throne of the old monarch.

Dissatisfied with the heavy homework assigned by the Taifu, secretly put erotic pictures in the scrolls.

Unaccustomed to the lewd and lustful ministers, he secretly ordered his followers to tie up and pour drugs and throw them into the lowest prostitution hall.

In short, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looks so modest and elegant on the surface, but the Empress is as rambunctious as she is.

"Is this also taught by your master?" Lin Heng held two or three small pots with a half-smile on his face.

Huanyue glanced at it, then hurriedly lowered her head to avoid the gaze of the Lord Monarch.

There are still a lot of herbs left for the nourishing soup stew last time, in case Mu Chen is confused with other warming and tonic herbs.I deliberately found a few small jars and packed them separately, and glued a note "for your majesty's special use" on them.

At this moment, the medicine is gone, but the small jar is still there.

"This... This is His Royal Highness's love for you, and I am grateful for your meticulous care."

What he said was very lacking, and the second half of the sentence was a mess of syllables.

Lin Heng didn't bother to think about it carefully, rolled up his sleeves and ordered: "Bring the sweet-scented osmanthus honey for Gu."

Huanyue nodded in agreement, went under the cabinet and took out a sealed jar.

His Majesty the Emperor was mixing the flour with water and was surprised to see that the seal affixed to the altar hadn't moved at all.

"Your Highness has always loved this mouth, why didn't you show him a taste?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me." The little attendant raised a corner, and the sweet and fragrant smell lingered in his nostrils.

"This slave showed His Royal Highness the sweet-scented osmanthus honey, but His Highness said... said..."

"Say what?" Lin Heng urged.

His face turned cold, Huan Yue was so frightened that he immediately fell to his knees, but he faltered and hawed the rest of the words, and really didn't dare to reply as they were.

"Did he say that the honey made by the cook in the palace is not as delicious as the one made by Gu?"

Huan Yue bowed her head extremely low, her back trembling and said: "My master has no intentions, please don't blame your Majesty!"

"That's it."

Lin Heng snorted, and there was a slight smile in his voice for a long while.

"What he said was the truth."

In Huaibei Shangwen, in the articles of elegant and talented scholars, orchids are often used to compare gentlemen, and hibiscus are compared to beauties.

And the fragrant osmanthus in midsummer is lingering in it, and all of them are looking forward to the wanderer's return home as soon as possible.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine, it doesn't seem like you are a teenager.

There are also many osmanthus trees in Nanqian Palace, probably because the climate is different from that in Huaibei.The fragrance of flowers is fragrant, but the brewed honey always has a bitter taste.

Therefore, Lin Heng had tried it several times in private, but unfortunately he still couldn't make the taste that Mu Chen liked, so in the end he asked his uncle to borrow flowers and offer Buddha gifts to the girl.

The craft of making honey was taught by my mother back then. It was often difficult to endure the scorching heat in midsummer, and it was difficult to sleep well after being bitten by mosquitoes at night.

The mother then picked the whole sweet-scented osmanthus, washed it with salt and dried it in the shade.

Steam it in a steamer, mix it with a few spoons of honey and brown sugar, put it in a porcelain jar, and bury it under the tree roots.

Take two spoonfuls when you can't sleep, and listen to cicadas and insects while eating as a snack, so as to survive the long hot night.

Life was hard at that time, and the honey and brown sugar used were ordinary defective products.The brewed taste is not good, but it is also a rare delicacy.

After arriving in Huaibei, every festival, the whole palace celebrates.Lin Heng will do the same, and taste a little to comfort his missing.

As for the sudden discovery that most of the nectar was missing one day, the culprit was caught alive on the spot.

Not only did he not apologize, but he also took it all away on the grounds that 'the prince is afraid that it is too sweet, and your teeth will be bad if you eat too much'.

Because he had seen His Highness the Crown Prince washing his hands and making soup before, Huan Yue didn't think it was so incredible that the King was carefully arranging the cakes in front of the case.

However, looking at Lin Heng's technique, it seems that he is indeed much more sophisticated than His Royal Highness, who can only cook soup.

The soft, glutinous and sweet mille-feuille cake is white and fat, and thick nectar is added in the middle of each layer, and it will flow out from the gap after a little squeeze.

Exquisitely carved and wrapped in sugar core, it is tempting to whet your appetite.

His Majesty the Emperor is also very satisfied with the work.

After taking a deep sniff of the rich sweet smell, I am officially ready to use it to make people happy.

The small kitchen was less than a hundred steps away from the main hall bedroom, and when they reached the small courtyard, they saw that Feng Yang was not guarding the door.Instead, he squatted beside the extinguished charcoal fire, wondering what he was looking at.

Seeing the displeasure on the monarch's face, Huan Yue hurriedly picked up a small stone and threw it on Feng Yang's head accurately.

The one who was smashed raised his head in a daze, and then hastily bowed down: "See Your Majesty!"

Lin Heng just wanted to open his lips and ask someone to drag him out and stick him to death.

Feng Yang first said: "Your Majesty, calm down! Your Highness just woke up for a while, and told you not to disturb you. His Highness also ordered your slave to clean up the remaining fire, so this slave violated your will."

After finishing speaking, he knelt forward and kowtowed heavily.

"Even though I have 1 guts, I would not dare to leave my post without permission. I just dared to speculate that Your Majesty treats our master very well, and he is the most important thing in everything. If I don't obey His Highness's orders, I'm afraid it will be annoying. It is not conducive to rest and recuperation. As a result, His Majesty must be more worried."

Articulate clearly.

Sentences are thoughtful.

Even if Lin Heng intended to convict, he couldn't find any other mistakes.

"Since His Highness the Crown Prince ordered, you should follow him."

Feng Yang kowtowed to say hello, and picked up the broom again to sweep away the ashes from the cold flame.

His Majesty the Emperor with sharp eyes glanced casually, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a few new scratches on the side of the fire.

Curious for a moment, I couldn't help turning around and taking a step over there.

The tuanpu that Mu Chen sat on was still thrown in place, but there were indeed more writings around it than before.

Mostly they just sat and puffed up, picked up a dead branch and wrote random words to vent their anger.

Looking closer, Lin Heng's face froze suddenly.

The two large characters, like ghostly drawn symbols, are the real name of His Majesty the Emperor.

There is also a picture of an animal that can't tell whether it is a pig or a dog at the back, and a big double horizontal equal sign is added in the middle.

Solitude is really idle.

Why do you have to find happiness for yourself?

His Majesty the Emperor secretly cursed in his heart.

When he turned his head to catch another trace, the rigid expression on his face turned into an unexplainable complexity.

The leftover bones are pieced together, and it can be vaguely seen that the guinea fowl looked like it was alive.

However, there are quite obvious nicks on the ground next to it.

——is a swastika.

'Stay in Chiqing Palace to recuperate, and by the way, give the lonely chicken a little extra. '

'I can listen to you. '

These two sentences flashed through Lin Heng's mind at the same time.

It turned out that when Mu Chen asked if he was still angry, he was referring to stealing chickens from beginning to end.

Fool.

His Majesty the Emperor smiled helplessly.

Red-tailed guinea fowls are rare, but no matter how rare they are, the second, third, or even more can be found in the end.

It is possible to redeem him step by step from the dark to the warm sun, the person who sincerely protects, absolutely trusts, and dares to stand by his side even if he sees no prospects.

The only one in the world.

Such a unique person, how could he be willing to make him unhappy at all, and how could he be willing to let him get hurt at all.

When Lin Heng entered the door with snacks, His Royal Highness was still lying on the pillow and sleeping in a daze.

The effect of the medicine evaporated, and his complexion was significantly better than when he left.

Mu Chen was probably having a nightmare, his brows were furrowed slightly, and he occasionally hummed uncomfortably.

His Majesty the Emperor's heart tightened, wanting to see how his high fever faded.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.He took out a pocket dagger from the gap between the bed and the wall, and stabbed straight at Lin Heng's chest.

Fortunately, he was seriously ill and weak all over, and the monarch reacted very quickly.The cold light flashed across, splitting the air in two in vain, without hurting anything else.

Mu Chen pinched his temples hard, feeling dizzy and aching.

This time he was really awake.

Seeing the man standing still, he looked down at the dagger in his hand, and said softly: "I want to say that I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe it?"

Lin Heng naturally understood the meaning of his words, nodded and sat down, taking advantage of the opportunity to exchange the murder weapon with sugar cakes.

"In Huaibei, is it very hard?"

Mu Chen seemed to want to laugh, pursed his lips and coughed a few times. "Don't worry, those who want to assassinate me must not expect you to die too much. You are so capable that you dare to yell at me."

His Majesty the Emperor smiled. "It's just a show of prestige for a while, don't you have to saddle up the crown prince after the roar, and lie down and be a little boy?"

"Lin Heng."

The sound of calling with names and surnames came from the bed.

It is different from the plain, sarcastic, and exasperated ones in the past.

The voice is soft and gentle.

"Stop laughing if you're sad."

The words fall.

The one who is the emperor really lowered the corners of his lips, and there was a deep loneliness in his brows and eyes.

"I will protect you well, no matter when, no matter where."

The king made a promise.

One word.

Mu Chen nodded: "Yes."

The two smiled at each other.

The sweetness of the candy cake, the bitterness of the medicine, and the warmth of the charcoal fire all melt into this meaningful smile.

"Try it while it's hot?" Lin Heng handed the layer cake to his lips.

"I haven't done it for too long, my hands are a little raw. If it's unpalatable, you can just wink and save me some face."

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows, followed his movements and bit off half of the piece.

The sugar cake melts in the mouth and is very soft.

It is even sweeter when you chew it carefully.

"Your Majesty is humble, it's true that such a good skill doesn't change to become a cook..."

The jokes stopped abruptly.

Lin Heng hummed suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Mu Chen's original joy at the delicious snacks dissipated in an instant, and the light in his eyes was suppressed again and again, gradually turning into anger and blame.

Upon seeing this, His Majesty the Emperor immediately moved back guiltily.

Trying to escape with medicine.

Attempted.

Mu Bing stared at him, and raised his voice, "Say it! When did you get hurt?!"

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