I am His Majesty's favorite

Seeing that he was so determined, Lin Heng knew that the injury must not be covered up.

"It's just a small injury, it's fine."

Mu Chen scoffed, and said coldly: "Is it easy for you to be fooled by being the prince? Can you use Zhuohua for minor injuries?"

Zhuohua, taken from the meaning of burning its flowers.

Because the wound was deep and exposed, the blood gurgled endlessly, and the whole body looked like peach blossoms from a distance.

It must be treated with such precious medicines in order to heal, hence the name.

It is extremely difficult to obtain this prescription, and the medicinal materials used in it are all rare things that cannot be found.

At the beginning, the old Huaibei monarch became interested and wanted to match it.

More than a dozen imperial doctors looked at medical skills day and night, pondered for nearly half a year, and finally got a small box the size of a palm.

The precious place is like something, the hidden compartment where the ointment is placed is full of exquisite locks.

Mu Chen's sense of smell has always been sensitive. Even though there are many kinds of smells in the room, such a subtle smell can still be smelled alone.

And the ointment has a very unique smell, once it gets on the clothes, you can still smell a faint medicinal fragrance two or three days later.

He was ill and confused before, but now he has regained consciousness, and even his senses and smell are as keen as before.

His Majesty the Emperor apologized with a silly smile: "I didn't fool you, the injury is not serious, it really doesn't matter."

"What you say doesn't count." Mu Chi ignored him, pointing to the black and yellow court dress belt. "The shirt is off."

In broad daylight.

Make people undress.

This is somewhat...

The emperor's cheeks were slightly red, and he avoided it: "The medicine has already been administered this morning, if you don't worry, I'll go back to the Changming Palace and let the imperial doctor draw up a wound examination sticker for you to see, okay?"

Mu Chen clicked his tongue quite dissatisfied. "I'm not ashamed, what are you afraid of? Besides, it's not like the Crown Prince has never seen you without clothes on. At that time... oh oh!!!"

"Hiss." Lin Heng whispered, looking out the window while shaking his hand that had been bitten out of teeth marks.

"Slow down, in case people hear it and think..."

Mu Chi was dissatisfied: "Why?"

"......Thought that Gu ignored your serious illness, and played the trick of tying the candle dropper with you again."

His Royal Highness heard his resentful words, and couldn't help snorting: "Don't talk about it, are you going to fade? If you don't fade, I can pick it up!"

"Okay, okay." Lin Heng was really helpless, and grabbed his wrist that was restlessly protruding. "Promise me first, don't be angry after reading it."

"Don't worry about me, the Crown Prince just wants to see if Zhuohua is really as magical as the rumors say, and the healing effect is comparable to a panacea."

Say so.

When His Majesty took off his shirt to reveal the scars, Mu Chen's expression turned cold.

The wound was not only deep, but also extremely long.

From the heart to the abdomen, there are pinkish brown scabs.

The previous wound hadn't fully healed yet, and the inner muscles were squeezed or the medicine was used too hard, so they turned outwards to cover the surface.

It is obviously a situation where old injuries have not healed and new injuries are added.

Judging by the color of the innermost scab, the injury should have occurred four or five days ago.

"When you came back from Chaomu Pavilion to hug me that day, you were already injured, right?"

Lin Heng bowed his head slightly, just like the docile look he had when he was a servant in Huaibei.

He didn't say anything, and the prince became even more annoyed and pounded on the bed.

"In your eyes, I'm just eating, drinking, having fun, being playful and making trouble, and you can't give me anything?"

"No." His Majesty the Emperor defended softly.

"I don't want you to be unhappy."

This is the truth.

At that time, Mu Chen was trapped in that situation, and he trembled with pain when his feet touched the ground.

Anyway, he is so thin, even if he has an injury on his body, it won't take much physical strength to carry it all the way back.

Instead of saying it to be annoying, it's better to pretend that it never happened, and find some high-grade plasters to take care of it later.

Seeing His Highness the Crown Prince turning into a little puffer fish, Lin Heng smiled and poked his puffy cheek to show his softness.

"Don't be angry, I promise, I will send someone to inform you if you break the skin in the future."

Hearing this, Mu Zhen glared sullenly.

"Hmph, next time, there is no need for others to hurt you, the crown prince will do it for you!"

Anyway, the clothes are all faded, and the medicine has to be changed for such an injury to end.

Lin Heng asked the palace servants to go to the Changming Hall to fetch Zhuohua, and just wanted to move the bronze mirror to the window so that he could see whether the ointment was applied evenly.

His Royal Highness, however, pulled off a coat and put it on, snatched the small box, and said coolly, "If you hadn't saved me, this injury should have healed by now. Please sit down, Your Majesty, and I will come to atone for my sin."

Lin Heng was amused, and sat upright nodding his head in agreement, looking like he would kill and cut.

The burning medicine is as its name suggests.

The smell can be smelled before the lid is opened. It is not more bitter than ordinary medicines, and there seems to be a faint peach fragrance lingering in the nose.

The paste inside is translucent ocher red, and if you look closely, you can see that it is mixed with ground jade chips.

Mu Zhi dipped a little on the wound, as if he was worried that it would hurt him, so he turned his head and glanced after applying it twice, and continued when he saw Lin Heng's expression was normal.

What he did made the one who was served couldn't help sighing.

The so-called chronic illness becomes a cure.

If I hadn't experienced it myself, how would I know that taking medicine is more difficult than being injured.

Not to mention being cautious, just to add less pain to the other party.

Since ancient times, high position and weight are equal to the target of public criticism.

The king is like this, and so is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Mu Chen was keenly aware of the warmth in the eyes coming from his side, raised his eyes and hurriedly met them, then pursed his lips and hurriedly avoided.

"Why do you always stare at me and ask you something? Your martial arts are so superb, how can you hurt people in the front?"

"Oh, there were more than a dozen people here, but they hid in the dark because they were unprepared for a while." His Majesty the Emperor raised his eyebrows, with a slightly smug expression on his face.

"They couldn't beat me together. I only suffered a little skin trauma, and they all lost their lives."

It sounds like a casual tone, but the bitterness in it is hard to hide.

This will not be the first time he has been assassinated, nor will it be the last.

Mu Chen suddenly remembered the words he complained in the dark room.

'Okay, what am I doing in the secret passage, to assassinate you? ! '

The sadness in Lin Heng's expression at that time was probably because he had been poked into a weakness.

"Has the person who hurt you checked the details? Is it a remnant of the old dynasty, or... Huaibei?"

His Majesty the Emperor said seriously: "What if it was sent by Huaibei?"

Mu Chen was taken aback.

For a moment, he found that the other party's eyes were full of amusement, and he couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment.

Concealing his shame, he pressed heavily on his wound, until he heard Lin Heng gritted his teeth and gasped for air, and said in satisfaction: "If it was really sent by Huaibei, then I will ask the crime. Ask them to assassinate the king, a dozen people, only one hurt your fur."

"There are only a dozen or so, and there are nearly 30 in the open and in the dark."

His Majesty the Emperor was in great pain, bowed his waist and said: "It's just a joke, those are the remnants of the old dynasty, otherwise how could they sneak into the palace quietly."

Mu Zhen's face was full of "Your joke is so funny", and he glanced over: "This time there must be another trick, you must not miss it."

"I know."

Lin Heng nodded. "The security in the palace has been doubled, and General Ji has also taken over the patrol department. You just need to rest in peace and recuperate, don't worry about me."

"Bah! Who misses you?"

The prince's cheeks were flushed, and he gouged out a large ball of ointment and pestle it to the deepest part of the wound.

"I'm afraid that I will kill the crown prince by mistake when I assassinate you again."

Nausea and soft mouth are the normal state of this little ancestor, but Lin Heng doesn't care about it, and allows him to paint on his body with ointment worth tens of thousands of gold.

Probably because I got up early and took medicine once, the shallower wound marks faded, leaving only the deeper ones still hideous and terrifying, with a frightening glow of blood.

Mu Zhen rubbed it for a while, then frowned deeply and said: "No, you have Zhuohua in your hand, why is the injury still not healed until now?"

The person beside him blurted out two syllables, as if he wanted to explain, but in the end he only said: "Winter wounds are not easy to heal, and it's normal to heal slowly."

His Royal Highness hummed.

Turning to think of something, his face suddenly changed.

What kind of stupid question is this asking?

Look at the situation where old wounds are not healed and new wounds are added.

Where is the new injury?

It is clear that the deficiency cannot be nourished, and it was poured out by his bowls of nourishing soup.

"You......"

Mu Chen sighed, but couldn't say anything after that.

His Majesty the Emperor tugged on half of the skirt with one hand, and lowered his eyes docilely. "It's okay, the soup tastes good. Wait for the wound to heal, and then try another recipe?"

"Who cares about you!"

The one who was wronged pretended to be angry and raised his voice to show his confidence.

"If you say you're stupid, you're not smart. It's up to you if you pour it down or put it on hold. It's up to you if you don't drink it."

Lin Heng was silent.

There was a smile on his handsome face, very clear and shallow.But like a warm spring breeze, there is an indescribable gentleness.

He seemed to love to laugh when he was with Mu Chen.

Different from the indifference and solemnity in front of others, he always puts on the arrogance that a monarch should have.

The rumors outside all said that he was violent, cruel, moody, and killed his courtiers at home, and invaded the rest of the country with his troops.

But everyone didn't know that the 23-year-old Lin Heng, who was hidden by him, could be revealed without reservation only by the side of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

All things in the world are determined by human beings, and evil and good are all based on people's hearts.

What he wanted to do, from the beginning to the end, was to guard the bright moon and keep half a cup of tea fragrance.

The room was already warm, and with the strength of Mu Chen's hands, it seemed to be caressing, which did not cause the monarch to yawn several times.

When he didn't feel very good, his eyes began to close slightly involuntarily, and the scene in front of him gradually became hazy.

In a trance, he wanted to say "I'm going to sleep" to Mu Chen.

However, he was really sleepy, so before he opened his lips, he raised his head and went to meet Duke Zhou.

Mu Chen smiled, and slowly spread the remaining ointment evenly.

Perhaps one of the wounds was particularly severe, brushing it with his fingertips, Lin Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he groaned in pain.

His Royal Highness just wanted to wake him up, so he moved to the bed to rest for a while.

But I heard the emperor said tiredly: "Little fool, I have stopped being angry a long time ago."

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"I capture the king's heart by cooking"

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As we all know, Emperor Yanning Minghan Pavilion has a long-awaited Bai Yueguang.

That man is in the clear moon and the breeze, not stained with dust.

He is the person who understands him best in the whole world.

It's a pity that fate made a trick, and a paper proposal of marriage was sent to Beiqiu, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was missing.

But waited for the one who packed pots and pans together as a dowry to marry the little prince instead.

Just when everyone started placing bets, betting that the little prince can survive in the Yanning Palace for a few days.

The person involved picked up his pot very calmly...

When the cruel love-brained emperor threatened to pay for the life of his loved one, and tried his best to torture the little prince.

The person involved picked up his ladle very calmly...

Ming Hanting looked at the beauty who was really weak and helpless, his back molars clenched.

However, the little prince smiled with bright eyes and bright teeth, and the sweetness like soft glutinous sugar pie pierced straight to the tip of his heart.

And in the end Ming Hanting learned that Bai Yueguang, whom he had admired for many years, was the one who made a mistake? ? ?

鈦！

Go to the moonlight in front of his mua's bed!

The food cooked by my sweetheart is still delicious!

Bright face hurts but chases wife cold cold greedy and loves to eat Ting: "Suck~"

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