“I am interested in the Yangxin Hall. This is the place where the emperor... always likes to stay, right?” Chen Muxue almost said that he was the emperor.
Yu Yan glanced at Chen Muxue and said, "Stop talking when you are in front of the emperor."
Chen Muxue felt inexplicably that she was being targeted.
"Uh... Uh-huh!" Lin Qing, who was floating in the air, gradually woke up. He suddenly fell to the ground and got a bump on his butt. Now he jumped up in pain, and then he realized that he had arrived. A completely new place.
"Where is this?" Lin Qing asked, catching Yu Yan's eyes, he was startled, and immediately continued, "Who am I? What year and month is it now?"
“Idiot.” Yu Yan retracted his gaze.
Lin Qing silently praised his wit. Looking at his realistic acting skills, didn't he deceive the eunuch? Alas, as expected of him.
“Ahem, cough, cough…get out! Even when I drink chicken soup, I have to put some bitter herbs in it. I think you have lived too long! Go and kill the person who made the chicken soup today!”
Before seeing the emperor, Chen Muxue and his party heard the emperor's voice and got a taste of his current violence.
Chen Muxue, as a former cook, is even more empathetic and shrinks her neck, and kills people if they don't agree with her words? Fortunately, I'm not dressed as an imperial chef...
The moment the emperor saw Yu Yan, the expression on his face immediately changed from anger to another one, which is hard to describe. There was a subtle expression. He said he was happy, but he didn't seem too happy, but he was finally not as angry as before. , but also slightly annoyed.
"These people are the ones who went to treat the prince?" The emperor quickly moved his eyes away from Yu Yan and turned to look at Chen Muxue and others behind him, and his eyes soon stopped on Chen Muxue.
Chen Muxue was a little creeped out by his sight. She silently moved behind Cen Li, who also habitually blocked Chen Muxue.
"Indeed, as far as I know, it was Miss Chen who made a bowl of porridge for the prince. After the prince drank it, he immediately improved." Yu Yan followed the emperor's gaze and looked at Chen Muxue, with a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth. , "Since the chicken soup just now is not to the emperor's taste, why not let Miss Chen make chicken soup for the emperor to drink. It must be delicious and help the emperor's condition."
Looking at Yu Yan's teasing smile, Chen Muxue only felt a chill on her neck. When she just came in, she heard that the emperor wanted to chop off the head of the person who made chicken soup. Now he asked her to make chicken soup. What does this mean?
After listening to Yu Yan’s suggestion, the emperor actually thought it was good and nodded: “Well, in that case, let her do it. If she doesn’t do it well, cut off her head and play it as a ball.”
Chen Muxue's mind suddenly resounded with someone singing to her when she was a child: "Chen Muxue's head is like a ball, kicked to the department store..."
She shook her head quickly to get the voice out of her mind. She was a little dazed and didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Why don't you come quickly to receive the order and thank me?" Yu Yan raised his voice.
At this time, Yu Yan was so eunuch-like, he was totally different from just now!
Chen Muxue marveled, stepped forward a little blankly, and bowed casually: "Where is the kitchen?" Ch Chu Wuyi behind him shouted in his heart that it was bad, the emperor must not be angry?