I am His Majesty's favorite

Lin Heng thought he was a little wronged.

Since the crown prince came to Nanchang, the food and drink in the palace were so delicious that he should not be the first one.

Shangshanfang’s exquisite dim sum has been made again and again, lest the appearance or uneven seasoning affect the interest of tasting.

But pouring two hawthorns with candy to coax people to stay for a meal isn't it too much?

Besides, it took a lot of thought to dig out the fragrant soup pool and introduce the warm spring. It almost didn't redesign the underground water delivery channel of the entire Nanchang Palace.

What's wrong with sneaking over to take a look at it in the dark?In the midst of his busy schedule, he also thought about inspecting the grassroots buildings. This style is much to be praised.

Ke Muzhen pointed to a embroidered bag and insisted that he bullied him, and even bit him like a dog emperor. Can the dignified king of a country suffer from this?

When Lin Heng pushed open the door, the palace guards outside the house had already knelt down on the ground, fearing that if they were not careful, they would become unlucky cannon fodder.

Jiang Lai's father-in-law Youyou, who heard His Highness the crown prince's words very clearly, was diligently swinging his whisk in his hand.

The moment Lin Heng opened his lips, Eunuch Jiang Lai even thought out his loyal words of admonishing the monarch to execute the prince rashly.

However, the Emperor's Majesty's face was gloomy, but his voice was abnormally gentle: "Go get a bowl of hangover soup, no ginger and olive, twice the syrup. Remember, you must use the kind with sweet-scented osmanthus."

Lin Heng: I'm a little angry, but I get used to it.

Eunuch Jiang Lai hurriedly kowtowed in response, and was about to get up when he heard Lin Heng order again: "I'll send another pastry, it's that...that..."

He raised his hand to gesture for a while, and finally realized that apart from the green animal that looked like a small frog at first glance, there was no other adjective that could accurately describe the pastry that Mu Chen had been staring at.

The imperial chef was ingenious and shaped the dim sum with the fillings into the shape of lotus flowers and leaves, so as to reminisce the comfort of midsummer in the cold deep winter, so there were two pocket frogs lying on the palm-sized plate.

Instead of competing with the radish skin, Mu Xi began to attack the two frogs.

There were two in total, one was eaten too fast and the other was thrown away.

His Royal Highness, who has seen the world, just stared at the plate with only lotus leaves left for nearly a stick of incense.

It's not that there is no such condition, of course Lin Heng has to order Shangshanfang to make a new one and send it over.

But the problem is that Mu Chen, who is in a state of drunkenness, refuses to admit that it is a frog.

Blinking his wet peach eyes, he hummed softly, and spelled out two words on the table with fried bean sprouts with almonds.

brave troops.

"In the order of the orphan, a new cake will be added. It looks like a frog that can swallow mountains and rivers, and look down on everything. It is as domineering as Pixiu but cute."

After all, Shangshanfang didn't dare to disobey the holy will, and it only took a moment to re-deliver the steaming hangover soup and snacks. Lin Heng took it with his own hands, and handed the plate to the edge of the bed.

His Highness the Crown Prince, who only had the upper half of his thin underwear left, glanced sideways, and smiled so hard that his bright eyes could not be seen.

"Look, it's more like a dog than a rabbit."

What are these strange ways of describing?

Lin Heng secretly had no choice but to put the slipped cloak around his shoulders again. "Do you still have a taste?"

Mu Chen was thinking about this, so naturally without waiting for a response, he raised his hand to grab the glutinous rice cake on the plate.

It's been a few years since I saw this childish look, His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand and flicked him a chestnut. "Drink the hangover soup first."

It's always what Mu Chen said. He raised his hand a few times indiscriminately, and was easily moved away when he touched the edge of the dessert plate.

After repeating this for two or three times, he failed to get what he wanted. His Royal Highness was already so drunk that he stared at Lin Heng angrily.

Those eyes were so angry that even the soft quilt was pulled into a ball, half-covered and slumped on his bare knees.

Heaven and earth can tell.

Not only did Lin Heng dare to touch his conscience, but he also dared to swear viciously. The fact that Mu Chen was covered in only the upper half of his body and was wearing an underwear really had nothing to do with him.

It was entirely because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was happy for a while and took the initiative to clean himself up.

He has always been afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer, and his reaction to slight changes in temperature is greater than ordinary people.

It was because of this that Lin Heng wanted him to drink the hangover soup first, otherwise the residual heat of the alcohol had not passed, and if he was greedy for cold and was blown by the wind, he might have to lie down for a long time before he could be alive and kicking.

What's more important is that Mu Chen thinks the clothes are too much and uncomfortable, his legs like white jade are exposed outside the quilt, dangling on the bed from time to time.

As a result, the monarch himself who was holding the hangover soup had only four characters left in his mind.

Color blinds the mind.

The remaining rationality prevailed in the end, Lin Heng looked away, adhering to the principle that losing nothing can lose momentum, and put on a slightly serious tone. "Stop making trouble, you'll catch a cold."

Mu Chen's eyes were originally lively, and when his voice sank, he followed closely with the corners of his lips.

Just now that haughty posture was completely withdrawn, without a trace switching to an aggrieved appearance.

"You murdered me."

Just like the playful boy next door complaining after being scolded by his elder brother, he is definitely not afraid of fear, but it is a bit coquettish.

Lin Heng wanted to refute what was wrong, when he suddenly remembered that His Royal Highness was held in the palm of his hand and grew up.

It's just that sometimes his temperament insists on being stubborn, except for the king and empress of Huaibei, no one dares to do anything wrong to him.

Of course, it also includes myself who used to be a close servant.

Therefore, this sentence, which does not appear to be so gentle, is actually tantamount to murdering this little ancestor to a certain extent.

Even though he was stupefied and staring drunk, Mu Chi could still discern the change in his expression, and Babaer stretched out a hand like adding matchsticks.

"Take it away, don't drink it, sugar cake, give it to me."

If it were someone else, with such an outstanding appearance coupled with an extremely cute demeanor, it would be hard to make people surrender with a sigh.

But Lin Heng is the king after all.

After a symbolic struggle, he comforted himself with the excuse of 'the king is also a human being'.

Mu Chen, who finally got the pastry, smiled brightly, his cheeks were bulging, completely different from his regular and elegant past.

He seemed to be thinner than he was three years ago, and the bones of his body, which had some weight before, had been reduced a lot, and the difference in stature between the two had changed from three inches to almost the same.

Lin Heng looked in a daze, couldn't move his eyes away for a while, and stared blankly until Mu Chen noticed something.

It was probably because they were caught peeping, and the two looked at each other hurriedly, and the one who was the king suddenly had red ears for some reason.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a state of drunkenness, so he didn't make any jokes and didn't find it abrupt.He lowered his head and stroked the pattern on the edge of the plate for a while, before raising his hand to touch Lin Heng's brow lightly.

"You've lost weight too."

If it wasn't for the slack eyesight in his eyes, Lin Heng really thought that he had regained his sobriety after Jiu Jin passed away.

It is true that the past three years in Nanchang could not be regarded as an excellent one. From a solitary proton to an emperor above ten thousand people, one can imagine the hardships involved.

The unconscious movements and the act of seeing what he was thinking secretly made people feel warm.

Just as His Majesty was savoring this superficial touch, Mu Xi withdrew his hand, put the empty plate on the side of the bed, turned over, found a comfortable position, and curled up under the quilt.

At the end, he lazily ordered: "Retire."

It seems to be the consistent style of His Royal Highness the Prince of Huaibei.

Lin Heng was really at a loss by this extremely fast change.

Forcibly occupied the lonely sleeping hall.

Ba went to the lonely bed.

Then let Gu retreat?

Where do you go alone?

It's past lunch time, why don't we go to Chengqian Palace for another afternoon?

As dedicated as Lin Heng, he even had a record of approving papers for two days and two nights in the imperial study.

However, at this moment, there is nothing else to do except propping his chin to admire the sleeping face of His Highness the Crown Prince.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, it's just that he can't move away from the bed.

An hour ago, I tried to go to the imperial study to read the scrolls to pass the time. After all, the two were alone, and one of them was still drunk.

The room was filled with the smell of wine and fragrant smoke, and no one would dare to believe that nothing happened. Moreover, in such a situation, it would be difficult to end if nothing happened.

Coincidentally, as soon as Lin Heng moved up, Mu Chi groaned under the quilt, and then got up and retched for a while.

This is the problem of being pampered and spoiled, the wine is churning in the stomach, and I have eaten several pieces of glutinous rice cakes, and I feel uncomfortable at the moment.

Fortunately, the pain was the pain, and I only vomited that time, and I fell back into the quilt and fell asleep.

Lin Heng was worried that he had other discomforts, so he simply sat down at the desk beside him, and found a copy of the rubbings.

His Highness the Crown Prince woke up for a while half an hour ago, and turned his head to look for the old man who saw him practicing calligraphy, and suddenly his face drooped.

Raising half of his body without making a sound or moving, he just stared at it until Lin Heng took the initiative to put the pen back into the pen holder, and tidied up all the papers on the table before lying down again.

All right.

It seems that the shadow of reading at night to complete the heavy homework assigned by the old master has not completely dissipated, so that now I am still impatient to see this serious posture.

Lin Hengsheng laughed angrily at him.

Eight of those homework papers were written by him, at least ten of them.

He doesn't know if it's jade, he only knows that his flying script cannot be separated from the five years of meticulous carving.

I can't turn over the scroll anyway, and I can't practice my handwriting, let alone go to other places to avoid it for the time being.

Lin Heng sat blankly at the table with a cup of tea, and felt a little drowsy from the smell of alcohol and sandalwood.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep, and at this time it seemed that snow was falling outside the window again, and the frost particles were wrapped in it and smashed on the window rafters, making a very subtle sound.

The afternoon in the cold winter is always very pleasant, especially in such a warm room, His Majesty the Emperor, who has not slept soundly for many days, actually fell asleep.

While half asleep and half awake, he vaguely heard the person on the bed turn over, and then let out a low, inaudible murmur.

"Lin Heng."

"I miss you."

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