I am His Majesty's favorite

Mu Chi has always wanted to go out of the palace to play, Lin Heng already knew this.

But he really underestimated the little ancestor's enthusiasm for visiting temple fairs, so that he obediently drank the first two meals of medicinal soup without coaxing, which really surprised the monarch.

The New Year's Eve was supposed to be a family banquet for the royal family, but this year Lian Xizhuo was bedridden to recuperate from his illness, and Mu Chen was locked up in the Changming Palace to eradicate the root cause of his illness.

Four are missing and two are missing, so after discussing with General Ai, the emperor moved the day of the family banquet to the day of worshiping the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the lunar new year.

"What are you meditating on?" Lin Heng, who boiled donkey-hide gelatin and jujube kernel soup for his sweetheart, teased. "It's only the second day of junior high school today, and the New Year's Eve is not over yet, so it might be too early to chant scriptures and pray for blessings?"

Mu Chen was swinging on the rattan swing a few steps away at this time, and he snorted twice in dissatisfaction.

"I'm cursing, cursing you to lose all your bun and become a bald monk."

"Against the medicine bowl? Hmm........Medicine Master Buddha still cares about personal grievances?"

Lin Heng chuckled, personal grievances are of course an exaggeration.

— At most, there is only complaint.

Since His Royal Highness was divided into the only activity area, the sleeping hall can no longer contain this noisy little Bodhisattva.

Last night, I clamored to go out to set off firecrackers, but was rejected and angrily quenched two Tang colored vases.

At noon today, I tried to sneak away, and when I was caught, I was almost so angry that I didn't even eat.

After persuading him so much, he waited until after noon, when he saw the double dose of medicinal soup, his face drooped again.

Lin Heng had no choice but to make a sweet soup and at the same time bring him along, lest he be left alone in the dormitory and pry the roof down.

It is said that a pear is exchanged for a bowl of medicinal soup. This time, the monarch is determined to cure the cold disease, so he is unequivocal.As a result, new and old grudges pile up, and Mu Chi finds him distasteful everywhere, wishing to kill him first and then quickly.

"Don't you drink the medicine when it's getting cold? The imperial doctor said that adding honey will reduce the medicinal properties, and you have to go to the imperial pharmacy to get it after the daily dose is used up. no way."

Lin Heng shrugged his shoulders, looking like a rare villain.

Seeing that look, Mu Chen rolled his eyes straight, took a few deep breaths, did countless ideological work, stared at half a bowl of dark soup, and still couldn't finish his mouth.

"Aheng~"

Face and comfort, His Royal Highness hesitated for a moment and finally chose the latter.

"Just drink a bowl today, okay?"

The Lord Monarch was suddenly embraced by his sweetheart from behind, and couldn't help but smile.

"it is good."

what?

That's it?

Get it done easily?

Sure enough, Lin Heng continued: "Just make it up tomorrow."

"Oh, don't be like this." Mu Li didn't give up, he hummed and rubbed his face lightly on his butterfly bone. "That medicine is so bad, I dare not kiss you after drinking it."

Yo yo yo.

It's like kissing these two angels when they are tempered.

Lin Heng suppressed his smile, turned around and hugged the little ancestor's slender waist tightly. "Do you need me to feed you, Your Highness?"

"It's three-point medicine, you don't even feel sorry for me."

Mu Chen had a mournful expression on his face, His Majesty the Crown Prince, never had he ever suffered such grievances.

"It's because I feel sorry for you that I let you take the medicine. The illness is gone like a thread. I haven't taken care of it once a week. There can't be a second time."

Anyway, it doesn't make sense to say it, and it's useless to act like a baby.

Mu Chen let out a long breath, making up his mind that it would be difficult for him, and he would never let the stubborn dog emperor feel better.

"Sing me a song."

"Ok?"

Lin Heng wondered if he had heard it wrong, and a trace of horror suddenly flashed on the engraved face.

"Talking to me?"

"Isn't that so?" Mu Chi didn't hesitate, and sat on the swing with his long legs crossed, like a cynical young master. "Happy emotions help to recover from illness. If you sing well, the prince will naturally be willing to drink medicine."

Which one is this playing?

Lin Heng really laughed, but he wasn't angry or angry. Thinking about what the little ancestor said, there was nothing wrong with it. The heat and poison in winter are easy to accumulate, so it might be a good thing to make him smile.

So he found a bowl to taste the thickness of the sweet soup, and asked casually, "What song do you always think about?"

"Ten, eight, touch." Mu Chen paused every word, and he deliberately made detailed notes for fear that the monarch would not understand. "Lawful words and pornographic songs."

"Cough, cough... cough."

Hearing this, Lin Heng blushed after taking a sip of the sweet soup, and when he raised his eyes to see the restless gaze of the little ancestor, the blush intensified even more.

"Change one..." "No."

There is no reason to let go if you have grasped the gate of fate. Now that Mu Zhen finally has the opportunity to take revenge, he is not willing to give up easily. "No, it's okay, I can teach you."

"Ah Chen......"

You see.

No matter how ferocious a wolf meets a cunning little fox, it must withdraw its claws.

There was a long stalemate.

Lin Heng licked his lips, quite helplessly admitting his love. "I'll give you a piece of tuckahoe candy."

whispering sound!A mere piece of candy is not worth watching His Majesty's red ears.

It's best to be so ashamed obviously, and still have to put on a dignified and serious look and sing those unsavory ditties.

He blushed every time he hummed, and didn't finish until he was too ashamed to open his mouth.

"Don't make trouble."

Lin Heng was vaguely aware of Mu Chi's seriousness, so he had to use the sweet soup as a bargaining chip.

"Maybe you drink two more bowls for dinner, and add three storybooks, all of which are strange stories."

Eighteen did not really sing after all.

Mu Zhen used two bowls of sweet soup, a packet of poria cocos candy, three picture albums, and four or five wishes to step on Lin Heng's bottom line to temporarily calm down his grievances.

After drinking half of the medicinal soup and spitting out half of it, he dawdled for an hour, and finally ended the tough battle on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

It has to be said that the medicines for treating cold diseases are all worth a thousand gold, but their effects are surprisingly good.

At first, the little ancestor vomited blood and occasionally coughed twice in the middle of the night, but he completely returned to normal from the third day onwards.It's just that Lin Heng was afraid that the time would be too short and he would relapse, so he still asked the Royal Pharmacy to cook three meals at a fixed time and deliver them.

The nauseatingly bitter soup dropped from six bowls a day to three bowls a day. Not to mention suffering, what is even more gratifying is that the quantity is gradually proportional to Mu Chen's dissatisfaction, showing a downward trend.

It can alleviate the crime of eating and drinking is one aspect.

New problem, it's inexplicable again!Come!up!

As a result of taking too many hot medicines, the excess dryness cannot be dissipated at all.

The person he loves is still dangling in front of his eyes all the time, how can a young boy who is not as weak as the crown be able to bear it.

Therefore, after two consecutive afternoon naps, Mu Zhen dreamed of indescribable things, and euphemistically put forward his thoughts to the monarch.

"I'll just hug you."

Then quietly put his hand into Lin Heng's lapel.

The hands as soft as catkins caressed the chest, and it was impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

In particular, they had skin-to-skin relationship more than once, which made the emperor even more uneasy.

"Did you drink today's medicine?"

.........In terms of destroying the atmosphere, Lin Heng is definitely a good hand.

He pretended not to see the little ancestor with the barbed eye knife, and he staggered and moved away steadily.

"During the rest period, put an end to all behaviors that may aggravate the condition."

"Then why did you secretly kiss me while I was asleep last night?" Mu Xing pushed back loudly, and took off his robe indiscriminately. "Once, it should be all right?"

"No."

Lin Heng shook his head: "The probability of one in a thousand is also included in the 'possible' factor."

Righteous words.

Upright and awe-inspiring.

But Shu Muchen said bluntly that he wanted to hit someone a little bit.

"I will never call you the dog emperor again. Dogs are the most loyal friends of human beings. You are not worthy."

"Oh? Am I not loyal? Or am I not a friend?"

Lin Heng, who never used "there is no need to hide yourself in front of you" as empty words, let himself go, completely revealing his innocent and dark side.

"It's useless, Your Highness. Unless the imperial doctor approves, I won't go too far this month, next month, and next month."

The monarch looked at Mu Chen with a smile, his expression was no different from provocative majesty in the eyes of the little ancestor.

"............OK!"

His Royal Highness gritted his teeth hard.

"That's what you said!"

Lin Heng originally thought that Mu Chen would take action soon.

I never thought that the fourth day of the Lunar New Year would be peaceful.

Except for the fact that Mu Chen uses the quilt to draw the boundary between Chuhe and Han on the bed at night, the rest of the time should be eaten and slept, and he has no intention of being a demon at all.

"Tomorrow's family banquet is just in time to send off the God of Wealth. As usual, we will eat dumplings. Tomorrow, I'll make some sugar-core dumplings for you to cook together. Let's pray together, shall we?"

After dinner, the monarch found a copybook to copy when he had nothing to do, and the prince also leaned against the lamp and read the storybook for company.

Snow moss and bright moon, leaning against the window and lighting candles, it is really a good time to talk about domestic gossip.

Mu Chen didn't raise his head, but only answered vaguely. "I want a silver ring that can turn, and use it to tease the two newly-born squirrels."

The oriole hanging on the eaves of the corridor recently hatched two cubs with the warmth of the earth dragon. Their unopened wings fluttered all day long, chirping for food.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very happy to see it. Not only did he build a nest with his own hands, but he also used a knife to grind out a pocket water bowl.

Lin Heng has always been happy to make people happy, so he nodded and agreed: "Why don't you build another long frame? When the birds are older, you can teach them how to let the wind out."

"Whatever." Mu Yan rubbed his eyes, and after hearing a slight movement outside the window, he immediately got up and stretched his waist, "I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a bath."

bath?

The Lord Monarch thoughtfully chewed the two words that were deliberately emphasized, and smiled: "Do you want to accompany you?"

Mandarin ducks play in the water.

Sounds like a good suggestion.

Mu Chen stood still and thought for a moment, just when Lin Heng thought he was going to make a mockery, suddenly there was a moist and soft touch between his earlobes.

A superficial touch.

Instead of kissing the cheek or the lips, it landed on the earlobe.

But better than anywhere else.

"No."

Mu Chen pursed his lips lightly, and blinked at his sweetheart like adding fuel to the fire.

"wait me back."

"Husband."