I am His Majesty's favorite

Mu Chen was busy sighing to himself, but he didn't want this sad look to fall into the eyes of the lord who rushed over.

Lin Heng swept the mess in the small kitchen, he really smiled and was neither angry nor angry.

I can't wait to find a stronger hemp rope immediately, and tie the little ancestor who stabbed Lou Zi at the wrong eye to the waistband of his trousers.

"Lunch is not finished yet, where is Your Majesty going to rebel?"

Lin Heng's figure moved slightly, blocking his sweetheart who had been caught sticky and offended.

Mu Chen's ear tips were hot, and he was holding the corner of his clothes tightly with his palms. "Go away, I'm going back to sleep."

That voice was extremely soft, not a little deterrent, but it made the listeners burst into laughter.

"Go to bed later and sit there."

Lin Heng nodded, pointing in the direction of the surviving swing frame.

"Be honest, if you dare to run away, your snacks for a whole month will be confiscated."

If it was different from normal times, Mu Chen would definitely jump up and yell at him when he was threatened.

But things are different now.

It was a matter of personal safety, and His Majesty the emperor, who had always been good-tempered, was not so easy to dismiss.

Seeing the little ancestor lingering over to sit down, Lin Hengfang hooked his lips brightly, and began his elementary teaching like a good wife and mother.

"These black lumps are burning charcoal, which is used to heat the stove before lighting the fire. Don't light it outside and then put it in. It's easy to burn your hands, and it will cause a fire if you're not careful."

"The firewood that needs to be used has to be sorted out first. I don't even pick it. I just grab it and stuff it in. It's strange if I don't burn other things."

"There is also this. The light yellow one is called sesame oil. Just add a little when cooking. The sauce that can be used to pickle vegetables is called sauce."

"Finally, and most importantly......"

Lin Heng pursed his lips, and looked pitifully at the palace maid who was also unrepentant. "Before cooking, at least make sure your ingredients are dead."

As soon as the words fell, the embarrassment on Mu Chen's face deepened.

But the one who joined in the fun didn't intend to let him go: "Do you remember clearly? Huh?"

Under a ray of scorching eyes, the lord of the country had no choice but to hum a vague syllable in response.

Well-behaved, cute and cute, Lin Heng couldn't help but playful, wanting to tease this almost ripe little tomato.

"If you remember it clearly, repeat it again, so as not to blow up the kitchen by accident next time, affecting the government affairs alone."

This is a joke.

If there is a next time, Lin Heng will still rush to protect people's safety as soon as possible.

It's just that blowing up half of the house and destroying the joint property of the husband and wife should indeed be taught a lesson.

"No more." Mu Xi whispered, his lips pursed slightly, like a delicious peach.

"Come on, will you not blow up the kitchen, or will you not notify Gu if it is blown up?"

Lin Heng suppressed a smile, and forced a serious expression: "Forget it, what's going on?"

——pointing to Lu Rui.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I was lucky to be given the dishes by my lord. She was so happy for a while that she fainted from excitement."

Unflappable nonsense.

Lin Heng couldn't hold back a snort, and was immediately slapped with dissatisfaction by the reporter.

"What are you laughing at!"

Knowing that Zai Zai, who has never been wronged, is willing to listen to such a long training is unprecedented.

The king who was the king didn't continue to tease people, and after ordering his attendants to carry Lu Rui away, he immediately tidied up a clean place.

"It's good, why do you suddenly think of cooking?"

There are no bystanders, that is to fully let the little ancestor make a fuss.

Mu Chen was also polite, kicking his legs angrily on the swing. "I just wanted to surprise you."

"Surprise?" Lin Heng seemed to realize something, and raised the big pot and spoon that was bent backwards into a ring. "I'm shocked, what about Xi?"

"..." Do you want a national funeral in vain?

Lin Heng had another laugh, turning sideways to avoid the smashed porcelain pieces. "Hey, good, good! Watch out for paddling your hands."

It's time to get serious, so the jokes will stop here.

His lord took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes he had prepared earlier to appease his sweetheart, and then picked up the good things, washed the rice and put it in the pot, and lit firewood to make a fire.

These household chores were done in an orderly manner by him, and they also brought a kind of indescribable beauty.

Mu Chen couldn't help feeling a little lost.

After a long while, he sluggishly moved closer, and raised his wrist to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead. ".........I did not do it on purpose."

How can I let go of the cookies I posted by myself.

Lin Heng's movements gradually slowed down, and before he could drop the lid of the pot in his hand, he lowered his head and kissed deeply.

The kiss was extremely domineering, even sucking and sucking, until the end of the eyes shone with water, and even the side of the neck was lightly pink, and Mu Chen could barely be let go.

"What are you doing?"

The voice became softer.

"I accept your apology." Lin Heng smiled. "Could I be wrong?"

Not that.

He wanted to apologize for delaying his handling of government affairs.

But...........

Mu Chen twisted his sleeves, and there was a slight twitch in his expression. "The door is blown up, and someone will see it."

lie.

Obviously it was Xiao Jiujiu who was exposed as shy.

Lin Heng laughed more and more wantonly, his shoulders trembled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as stars.

"Ah." He said suddenly.

"what?"

Mu Chen raised his face and met a pair of deep eyes.

Those pupils seemed to be filled with mist, but upon closer inspection it was not difficult to find the tenderness and overwhelming love in them.

"You are more important than everything."

"So you don't have to feel guilty about eating, drinking, and sleeping with me every night, because I always take it as my duty to support you."

"Maybe other men will look forward to the happiness of washing hands and making soup with their sweetheart, but I have never been greedy for those worldly fireworks."

"I only hope that you will be happy and smooth, and have no worries in all seasons, so that you won't spend all day wondering whether I can be relied on for life, and I can live two more days in your hands."

"So, Your Majesty, please promise me, okay?"

Lin Heng caressed his blue hair full of pampering, his voice was as warm as the wind.

"This is the nearest small kitchen within a mile radius of us. For my sake, keep your feet high and let it go."

"Uh-huh?!"

Mu Chen was about to start questioning the first half of the strange babble, but his face drooped when he heard the second half: "What do you mean!"

He was answered by a loud muffled bang.

The swing frame that was hung on the beams and could be swayed comfortably collapsed, and he was two months and three days old.

Not only the swing, but the little ancestor discovered in horror that some of the firewood that had been safely in the stove was kicked out at some point.

As soon as the flames fell, the fire quickly rushed in a direction that did not hurt them in the gap between their kissing and chatting.

The east side was destroyed before, in order to prevent the whole army from being wiped out, Mu Chi specially asked Feng Yang to move the oil barrel and corn vat to the other side.

but now.........

Soon there was a scent of corn popping under hot oil in the air.

It seemed that the scene was not heroic enough. At first there was one, then two, three, crackling movements, followed by corn balls exploding all over the sky.

With Lin Heng's protection, Mu Chen must not have been hit in the slightest.

It's just that compared with the one holding the pot lid, his complexion is several layers ugly......

"Let's go, it's about to burn."

Sound like mosquitoes and flies is probably used to describe this kind of nagging.

The king's lord felt thorny on the soles of his feet, he simply softened his waist, closed his mouth, and plunged into the person's arms like a dumb person.

Lin Heng made him laugh, and for a moment, he nodded, and jumped straight to the top of the thick branch outside the door with his toes.

When the palace people heard the news, they immediately came to fight the fire with buckets.

Those who fetch water, smoke, and command are many but not miscellaneous, busy but not chaotic, quite like a full-time team.

Mu Lingang just wanted to write a poem to praise the palace people for their strong organization, so as to ease the embarrassing atmosphere of another fire.

Then Ting Huanyue pointed at the crowd and said proudly: "Look, I told you to set up a special emergency rescue team for the master and it will come in handy sooner or later. You didn't believe it at the beginning."

"......"

Mu Chen: You're welcome, it's my duty as the lord of the country to forge troops for the Nandun Palace.

The kitchenette is completely out of order.

The monarch was able to usher in free time, and enjoyed a lunch from the Shangshan Room with his sweetheart.

Lin Heng coaxed people, painted, and fed rabbits last night, and this morning he stopped to work in Chengqian Hall, and was invited to do rescue work before the government affairs were over.

Having enough tea and food, I really feel a little sleepy at the moment.

"Go and take a nap, I'll watch over you."

Mu Chen was chewing a big mouthful of pears, his cheeks were slightly bulging, his lips were moist, and even his breath was sweet.

I don't know if it's because of my little ancestor's provocative ignorance, or because of the lingering words behind.

Lin Heng's bright eyes were half closed, and sporadic waves appeared in his eyes.

He curled up under the quilt and said, "Aren't we together?"

"I'll guard you." Mu Chen repeated.

Let it go.

In broad daylight.

A dazzling face swayed leisurely.

A pair of deer eyes stared straight at it.

In addition, the sound of gnawing fruit came from time to time.

I'm afraid I want to fall asleep......

Lin Heng smiled indulgently, poked his puffer face, closed his eyes and fell asleep, immersing his whole body and mind in the company where reality and dreams meet.

In fact, before returning to the Changming Palace, his mood was really not good, it could even be said to be heavy.

Those two assassinations seemed menacing, and he was determined to win, but after a follow-up check, he found that the ratio of the two sides' battle losses was as low as twenty to one.

That is to say, the other party sent dozens of first-class masters, but Nan Chan only lost three or four patrol guards.

This is different from every careful planning before.

It is good to reduce the loss, but if you say that abnormality is a demon.There is no reason to desperately plan a head-losing job, and end up ruining yourself.

In order to solve this doubt, at the end of the early dynasty, Lin Heng called the ministers to discuss in Chengqian Hall.

In addition to Tang Yao, Minister of Dali Temple, Zuo Chi, General Jinwei, Zhao Zizhong, envoy of Taichang Liyuan, and Song Qian, governor of the Dark Guard Department, participated in the discussion.

Tang Yao was in charge of criminal and prison cases, and the remnants of the assassins captured last time were handed over to him for interrogation.

The Taichang Court of Rites belongs to the rules and legal system, which is somewhat close to the authority of the Ministry of Rites.

The two play a check and balance role in the court, and when necessary, they will take the place of the monarch and use another external force to settle troubles—such as the impeachment of the concubine who has been repeatedly listed.

The Department of Dark Guards was selected and established by Lin Heng himself, and there were two types of guards: clear guards and dark guards.

Ming Wei is in charge of spying on the news, supervising and examining whether the officials have violated their duties.

The hidden guards were in charge of assassination, and some people who were not easy to disappear in front of the public were sent to create accidents.

These few are the confidantes of the monarch's direct line who control Chao Gang.

Tang Yao was the first to interview the saint, and he submitted the dossier that was concluded after the interrogation.

The assassin who was captured in front of the glutinous rice ball stall was called Yinhu, and he was a middle-ranked assassin in the organization 'Scorching Moon'.

His master, Mu Zhihuan, was unwilling to hand over the sixteen prefectures of Huaibei, and had no strength to openly confront Nan Chen, so he sent assassins to assassinate him many times in the name of the Huaibei Dynasty.

According to Yinhu's confession, not only the Xichuan forces, but also 'Scorching Moon' has other helpers.It's just that his identity is not enough, so there is no way to deduce his appearance.

And Mu Zhihuan didn't seem to trust that helper very much.

The first group of assassins sent by Quan Zuo to test the waters, Yinhu didn't know where he came from, but he was definitely not an insider of the organization.

After all, he is a professional assassin who has undergone rigorous training, torture and torture are basic skills, Lin Heng did not expect to reveal any useful information.

Unexpectedly, Tang Yao looks gentle and kind, but his methods are powerful.

Life is a pool of ice water with seasonings, and a pot of hot boiling oil of the same type as the [-]-story hell, to pry open the clamshell that is not afraid of death.

But even if the information was not asked, Lin Heng can roughly assert that it is eighty-nine.

He had already discovered something strange when he was fighting those assassins.

Although the value of the first wave of force was high, its execution was not strong.

Once the fight was at a disadvantage, he thought about where to escape, including the one killed by Song Qian in the end.It is the style of gangsters looking for a backing stone to pick on those who are no match for them.

The second wave of martial arts is indeed much more sophisticated than the former one, and the offensive feels even more different.

To put it politely, the mission must be accomplished, but if you are not polite, it is a dog skin plaster-in short, you can chase the goal and stalk it.

Otherwise, with Lian Xizhuo's few tricks, how can he protect himself and take care of Mu Chen?

After he noticed the difference between the two groups of people, he went to the mortuary for comparison.

The former all have branding iron scars on their faces, like the unique mark of a certain organization.But those scars are old and new, some are old wounds, and some have been branded for less than half a year.

No assassination organization is willing to use this kind of dead man, and it is difficult to control it. If the loyalty is uneven, the entire assassination operation is completely free.

Unless, these people are not dead soldiers at all.

Lin Heng had stayed in Huaibei for five years, and he still remembered that the old Huaibei monarch had used a similar criminal law—those who committed serious crimes such as rape and robbery were sentenced to tattooing.

Get tattoos on important parts of the body and send them to work as coolies in quarries or mining factories.

Even if he escapes by chance, everyone will punish him with a tattooed face.

Therefore, these assassins are most likely from death row prisoners who were sentenced to tattooing.

As for the second dial.

It can be said that he was very cautious, and did not reveal any flaws to judge the origin of those people.Only one person is left alive, savoring the double world of ice and fire in the imperial prison.

Wanting to kill him, but also hooking up with Huaibei, who is the instigator is ready to reveal.

If the dossier brought by Tang Yao alone was not enough to worry the monarch, this was originally his guess, and Yinhu's confession was at best helpful to confirm.

What really worried him was the information collected by Zuo Chi.

Lin Heng has never been a person who just sits and waits to die. Since Mu Zhihuan dared to be the first grader, then don't blame him for being the fifteenth grader.

It's not that the old prince of the Mu family had never launched a counterattack after he fell to the sixteen prefectures in Huaibei, but he was suppressed by the general Zuo Chi sent by the monarch.

And taking advantage of the gap in suppressing the rebellious army, Zuo Chi also pulled out many hidden stakes he had planted in the sixteen states.

This is tantamount to pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth. Mu Zhihuan has only accumulated these wings for many years, so of course he is not willing to give up easily.

On the surface, he was fighting against the injustice for the loss of Huaibei's land, but secretly he used Xichuan's hand to probe Lin Heng's tone.

Mu Zhihuan's greatest strength is being cautious, but unfortunately his greatest weakness is also this.

He couldn't figure out what Lin Heng's intention in sending troops to Huaibei was, and it didn't make sense to say that he was aware of his attempt to usurp the throne.

Just in case Zhao Ruchuan would turn against him and play a trick with Nan Chen, he specially set up a bridge to let his nephew marry Zhao Ruchuan's prostitute daughter as his wife.

One level of cooperation, one level of in-laws, he can trust this border general.

Moreover, he promised Zhao Ruchuan that when he ascended the throne of Huaibei Emperor, he would be named a king with a different surname.

Just because of his splendor and wealth, Zhao Ruchuan didn't even have to betray him.

At this time, Mu Zhihuan could not have expected that Lin Heng not only discovered the conspiracy of their collusion, but also secretly controlled the traitors in Nanchang.

The so-called military intelligence letters written by Zhao Ruchuan were all compiled by Lian Xizhuo...

But if Lin Heng really wanted to send troops to Huaibei, he should have taken action long ago.

Since Zuo Chi was stationed in the sixteen prefectures, all the city gates were closed and all trade was cut off.

Can't get in, can't get out, can't attack and attack, can't defend.

Mu Zhihuan felt that it was even more unreasonable.

As a last resort, if I want to find out what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of Nanchen Monarch, I have to rely on Xichuan's forces to deal with it.

He secretly arranged manpower and asked Hake Saqing to be loyal to Lin Heng.

He wrote a letter to promote the richness and abundance of Linpei and Yuyang counties in Huaibei, with a vast area.To be able to conquer himself, the national power of Nanchang must be strengthened a little bit.

The monarch accepted this very calmly, and ordered Zuo Chi to find out the situation according to Hake Saqing's instigation, and by the way, caused some 'turmoil' in the two counties.

In Mu Zhihuan's eyes, Lin Heng's ambition to swallow this piece of fat in Huaibei is far greater than his wisdom to see through his attempt to usurp the throne.

At least Nan Li did not refuse to continue to add obstacles to Huaibei, which proves that his reasoning is tenable.

It's a pity that he is more than cautious, but not talented enough.

Fearing that Lin Heng would make false appearances to deceive him, he has been reluctant to move closer to the center of power in Huaibei.Instead, he hesitated between the two, and was almost caught by the troops sent by the old Huaibei monarch.

After coming and going, Xichuan was beaten and remained still, Mu Zhihuan missed the opportunity and did not dare to cross the thunder pool rashly, Nan Qian sat quietly and waited for the show.

The three parties have inexplicably maintained a weird harmony in recent months.

As long as it can be maintained forever, it is not difficult for Lin Heng to think of a way to deal with Mu Zhihuan.

As a vassal state, Xichuan is nothing to be afraid of. It is easy to clean up the door.

However, the previous old prince of the Mu clan kept his face, but in recent months, he suddenly started to raise troops and raise horses secretly, as if he had to prepare for a big move.

Zuo Chi was afraid that the military plane would be delayed, and he felt that the slow transmission of the letter was not safe, so he hurried back to the imperial city to report his duties to the monarch face to face.

A man who has always been cautious orders an attack, either because he is hot-headed or because he has a certain chance of winning.

Lin Heng knew that underestimating the enemy is a taboo for military strategists. After calm analysis, he focused on the latter.

If Mu Zhihuan really wanted to raise his troops to seek rebellion and enter the Huaibei Palace all the way, then Nan Li would definitely not sit idly by.

Correspondingly, Nan Li stood up to protect him, and Na Muzhen was determined to return to the country as the prince to surrender.

At that time, wars will break out everywhere, and life will be overwhelmed.

What should he do.

What about his Ah Chen........

Lin Heng sighed softly, opened his eyes to look at the bed for a while, and couldn't help but smile on his lips.

Mu Chi sat comfortably on the stool, holding an unfinished pear in his hand.

That pair of almond-shaped eyes can't be closed, the head is also biting, and the whole half of the leg is sleepy.

The Monarch admired it with interest for a while, seeing that he couldn't hold on anymore, he hurriedly grabbed his waist and rolled into the bed before the little ancestor fell down.

"Well........"

Mu Bing was a light sleeper, staring at a familiar face in a daze, he groaned and burrowed into his arms after dropping Li.

"Why did you look worse after sleeping than if you didn't sleep? Did I disturb you?"

The soft and waxy question made Lin Heng smile, he hugged the sticky bunny tightly, and kissed softly in the hair.

"No, I can't sleep."

"Lied to me again."

Mu Chi was dissatisfied: "You obviously have something on your mind, why don't you tell it?"

Lin Heng was helpless, knowing that the stubborn sweetheart was not easy to fool, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I do have something on my mind. I'm thinking... what birthday gift will you give me this year."

Is it a gift?

Hearing this, Mu Chen's expression froze, but the fleeting sadness did not escape the eyes of the monarch.

"Hey...you don't have to. I like it even if you give me a piece of grass. Why do you want to change your face as soon as you ask for a gift?"

Lin Heng pretended to be sad, and by the way raised his hand to wipe away the unnecessary tears.

"Without a small gift, Hengheng will be unhappy."

Mu Yan was amused by him, kept silent, and asked instead: "If you were asked to choose a gift, what would you want the most?"

"Most wanted?"

Lin Heng really lowered his eyes and thought for a moment.

"If you want it the most, then...have a share in marriage?"

Marriage has a share.

May you marry me.

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