I am His Majesty's favorite

When Mu Chi was awakened by Nuan Yang, the bedroom was already empty.

He looked up subconsciously, and when he saw the dishes on the low table, a thin smile immediately appeared on his face.

Lin Heng would always prepare breakfast for him, starting from the day he moved to the Changming Palace.

Thick and refreshing porridge, soft and tender milk cake, sweet and fragrant crisp cheese.Occasionally, an egg cake is spread, sprinkled with sesame seeds.

This man, in his ordinary life, used his actions to infuse love and affection into every inch of his heart.

Mu Chi couldn't help being in a good mood, stretched his waist, called the attendants to bring water to wash, and then leaned against the window rafters to bask in the sun with a warm bean paste bag in his mouth.

The eight little rabbits are also there, arched into a ball in twos and threes, the snow-colored fluff is swayed by the clear sunlight, looking lively and lively, yet lazy and comfortable.

"Ok?"

His eyes were suddenly attracted by the picture scroll on the side, and instead of enjoying the delicious food, Mu Chen quickly approached the desk and stopped to take a closer look.

It is a newly completed painting.

On the rice paper, a stunning young man is sleeping peacefully on his pillow, his long eyelashes like crow feathers are drooping, and his black hair is untied, entangled between his white jade neck and slender wrists.

The lips are bright red and the bridge of the nose is straight, making people dazzled at first sight.

Mu Ting was not so obsessed with staring at his own portrait in a daze.

It's just that the smallest details in the painting are all exquisite, even the folds on the clothes are portrayed incomparably realistically.

It's not hard to imagine how Lin Heng painted it carefully stroke by stroke with the faint candlelight last night.

Warm his heart.

Faintly felt a little guilty for causing people to stay up all night because of the unreasonable troubles yesterday.

This is a good sign.

At least explain the equality between the two in a relationship.

........For Yu Pangyu, this is the case.

If it is replaced by a married couple, guilt means making up, and making up means having sweetness.According to the trend of development, most of them are affectionate and happy endings.

——But he is Mu Chen.

He is determined to shine in various industries and go down in history, but the only one who does not perform his duties as a wife (strike out!) is the lord of the country.

Therefore, his guilt means doing something, and doing something means that someone is about to suffer.

So who will this person be?

Lin Heng: Monitor, dismantle, understand?

The small kitchen of the Changming Hall is not far from the sleeping hall, after walking through the Chaoshou veranda, and then passing through an arched stone wall hanging with flower branches.

In the past, Lin Heng cooked soup and porridge here, and Mu Chen would accompany him to sit on the swing in the inner room from time to time.

Therefore, when the sweeping palace servants saw the presence of the lord, they did not dare to say much, they just bowed their heads and bowed, silently retreated to one side and waited for orders.

There is no rush to beg for persuasion.

This was indeed far beyond Mu Chen's expectations.

But after thinking about it, maybe Lin Heng's taste has made him a bit tricky recently, which even gave the palace people a false impression that people who can eat should not be so bad at their craftsmanship.

Humans are always easy to be instigated by mysterious self-confidence.

For a moment, Mu Chen felt in a trance that cooking was actually not difficult at all.

It is nothing more than cooking, frying, frying, frying, and throwing the green onion, ginger and garlic into the pot when the dish changes color.Add salt when it is weak, add water when it is salty, what Lin Heng can do, of course he can too.

The little ancestor who was completely surrounded by the happiness of "having lunch with his sweetheart", now his mind is full of pictures of the monarch being so moved.

So he spontaneously ignored the two frightened eyes that appeared in a panic, and after taking a deep breath, he resolutely smiled and lit the first firewood leading to the virtuous new world.

God is not a fake.

After a stick of incense.

The two terrified eyes gradually returned to normal, and even the fear disappeared, replaced by appreciation and admiration.

After two sticks of incense.

Apart from admiration and admiration, those two eyes also contained indescribable complex meanings.It can be called awe, or prostration.

After a lapse of three sticks of incense.

"...how did you do it?"

Huanyue finally couldn't bear it any longer, she uttered a dumbfounded expression, and couldn't believe the scene she saw in front of her eyes.

"I think........."

Under the dense fog, Mu Chen's figure was hazy and vague, which added a touch of arrogance to his playful shrug.

"This is probably the so-called talent." "Fried kitchen also has talent?!"

Feng Yang shivered, looking around at the half-destroyed house, when his eyes fixed on the plate held by his master, his whole body shivered violently.

"Your Majesty, you'd better not..." committing a crime.

Feng Yang didn't dare to say the following words, he had every reason to suspect that if the self-esteem of the lord was hit, he might be caught and tried himself.

He is only 16 years old, full of vigor and youth.

You must not die unjustly under a plate of dishes that ghosts and gods cry together!

After hesitating again and again, Feng Yang said with difficulty: "...you'd better not work too hard, this kind of rough work, just leave it to the slave."

"That won't work."

Mu Yan bit his lips and smiled lightly, like a shy little girl in a newlywed.

"This is the lunch I prepared for my sweetheart, how can I ask you to do it for me?"

Lin Heng: I can't figure out why being a sweetheart is life-threatening. (QAQ)

"It's not the master. You see how the half of the small kitchen collapsed, which affects your performance. According to Yi Nu, why don't you go to the bedroom to catch up on the cage sleep, wait for the slave to prepare the food, and tell the king that you made it yourself, okay? "

The last two words contained an obvious pleading, but it was a pity that nothing came of it. Instead of arousing Mu Chen's approval, it made him frown tightly.

"This gentleman is sincere to Ah Heng. Since you are sincere, you can't deceive him."

"Although this dish is not as good as the imperial chef in the palace, it is full of my love."

"If you want to come to Aheng to taste it, you will definitely feel very relieved and feel that you can rely on it for life."

Yeah?

Feng Yang smiled stiffly, took two steps back politely, and planned to go to Chengqian Palace to report a letter while Mu Chi was unprepared.

Unexpectedly, the little ancestor reacted quickly, saw through his intentions, and immediately waved with a cold face: "Tsk! Come here, let me taste it for you."

Die anyway.

It's better to lose your head than lose your seven orifices and bleed.

"Master, calm down! The slave is not feeling well, so I will take my leave first!"

Feng Yang gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, pulled Huanyue past him, and ran in the opposite direction where Mu Chen was approaching.

This journey was very smooth, and no one came forward to stop him when he passed through several courtyard walls.

Seeing this, the lord could not help feeling resentful.

Where have all the palace servants who were waiting outside the door gone?

It seems... Before he accidentally smashed the pots and pans and accidentally burned down half of the kitchen, he fled in panic and shoved away?

Feng Yang and Huan Yue's escape did not bring much setback to Mu Chi - there are children in every family who are too young to appreciate them.

The mysterious disappearance of palace people is not a big deal—it’s normal to have too little experience in the world, and it’s normal not to be able to accept new ideas for a while.

But the point is......

There is no one around right now, who can I ask for help in evaluating this dish?

Mu Chen couldn't help holding up the dishes and meditating.

"See Your Majesty."

A gentle and clear voice sounded outside the small kitchen.

Coincidentally not!

If you want to sleep, someone will hand you a pillow, if you want to catch a dead ghost, someone will deliver it to your door.

The lord lowered his eyelids, covering his lower lip with sarcasm. "Lu Rui?"

The prostrating maidservant did not expect that Mu Chen would remember her name, and her cheeks were flushed instantly: "The maidservant just saw Feng Yang dragged Huanyue and ran away in a hurry, fearing that His Majesty was ill, so she came to the small kitchen to have a look. I didn't intend to disturb Qingyou with words, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Quiet?

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two little servants were scared away by him.

His words are merciful, his behavior is polite, but he has a mouth that can speak.

"It's okay."

Mu Yan smiled, as if he didn't notice her intention to approach several times.

"It's just in time. I have made a new dish. It's hard for you to protect the lord loyally. I will allow you to taste it first."

Taste, taste? !

Lu Rui's face suddenly changed.

It's true that she didn't witness the process of the little ancestor frying the kitchen, but judging from the weird smell that got into her nose, it seemed that what was waiting for her was not a good thing......

"This... slave is a vulgar girl, how can she surpass His Majesty's first class."

In other words, you don't even dare to eat the stuff you make, so I don't have the guts to try it casually.

Mu Lin frowned, not because of her polite refusal, but because of the content of the secret letter sent by Song Qian.

Lurui thinks that she is impeccable, but she has already been stripped of her background by the hidden guards.

To put it bluntly, the courtiers were still unwilling to give up on persuading the monarch to expand the harem. Knowing that it was useless to apply pressure, they found another way to let their daughters dress up as court ladies, so as to create two accidental encounters in front of Lin Heng.

Those old-fashioned people always think that the reason why His Majesty is so focused on Prince Huaibei should be because of his outstanding appearance.

In addition, many people have seen Mu Chi's appearance at the banquet, so they are deeply convinced of this conjecture.

The emperor is suspicious, if he chooses under the banner of accepting concubines from the beginning, it may not be able to win the king's heart.

After all, the front court and the rear palace are two-way checks, and Lin Heng has to carefully consider the power of his mother's family if he wants to choose a concubine.

But the palace maid didn't have so many worries. A big beauty dangled in front of her eyes all day long, and she might be favored one day.

It was His Majesty's will at that time.

Even if you want to ask about the crime of deceiving the emperor in the future, there is no one in the world who is not a minister.

It doesn't matter whether it's a maid or a lady.As long as His Majesty likes it, it doesn't matter what your identity is if you can spread branches and leaves for the royal family.

Mu Chen could have blown the pillow wind to Lin Heng and reminded the courtiers of their arrogance.

However, Song Qian mentioned in the secret letter that from the moment Lurui appeared, the collusion between the forces behind her and Zhou De was no longer a secret to the monarch.

Anyway, it is inevitable that some people will follow suit. Instead of asking for trouble and driving them away one after another, it is better to let her be a sounding board.

She can not only stabilize courtiers who are about to move, but also use her mouth to show a wave of affection.The best way to achieve the best of both worlds, why not do it.

——Apparently, Lin Heng, who didn't mention it, also had this intention.

Mu Chen smiled, and Yu Zun came down to help Lurui get up.

"I didn't grow up in Nanchang, so the dishes I cook are somewhat different from what the monarch likes, so my own taste will inevitably be biased. There are no other people here, so you can feel free to taste it boldly."

As he spoke, he handed her a pair of silver chopsticks.

Lu Rui couldn't hide her resistance, especially when the plate was handed to her face, she almost wanted to retch directly.

"Your majesty, the lord of the country... the slaves are really... really..."

"Ah! What's the matter." Mu Chen pretended to exclaim. "It's just a dish for you, so there's no need to be so grateful. If you like it, can I make a few more dishes for you?"

There seems to be a sincere care in the words.

Lu Rui kept complaining, but the long chopsticks did not intend to take it back.

At the same time, Mu Xi moved the pan one step closer, and a dead fish with blackened sides and a fishy smell touched her lips.

Lu Rui instinctively leaned back to dodge: "Your Majesty..."

"Why, do you think the dishes I cook are unpalatable?"

"Slaves dare not! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Lurui resisted the urge to retch, her beautiful face turned pale.

God knows how regretful she is at this moment. She thought that Lin Heng would rush over to visit immediately when the small kitchen burned down, so that she could calmly show her presence in front of the monarch.

Unexpectedly, the person who wanted to wait didn't wait, but was pressed and fed by Mu Yan.

Even for someone who has never cooked before, their skills are not so bad, right? !

Mu Chen's thin lips curled slightly, sweeping away the depression of being rejected repeatedly before, and focused on finding her unhappiness.

"Since you say you don't dare, after eating this dish, I will forgive you for your disrespect, how about it?"

Lu Rui wanted to cry without tears.

If you really finished eating, you don't need to forgive the sin. Wouldn't it be more convenient to send someone to collect the corpse?

But Muchen's status as the lord of the country was hand-picked by His Majesty, and she dared not refuse if the other party insisted on it.

A pair of silver chopsticks were like a thousand catties of iron, Lu Rui's eyes were full of tears, and she managed to forcefully put a mouthful into her mouth.

"Ugh............"

Mu Chen looked at the scorched fish, which was as black as charcoal, and looked at the palace servant who was foaming at the mouth and fainted, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"What should I do, Ah Heng, it seems that I can only rely on you for support in my life."

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