Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

In the tent in the evening, the atmosphere was quiet and eerie.

A slender figure was lying on the bed. The imperial physician folded his hand from Meng Huan's wrist, stood up and turned around, looked at Lin Bozhou and said respectfully:

"My lord, although the princess jumped down the hill from the carriage, there is no damage to her body, and the wounds are all skin trauma. Thanks to the lord, the princess will be able to recover with a little recuperation, so don't worry too much."

Lin Bozhou was leaning on a long knife in his hand, the blood on the blade was still wet, his eyes were blue like frost, he stood upright, and tapped the tip of the knife on the table expressionlessly.

The imperial physician's words did not make him look any better, he just said: "Thank you. Chen An, send the imperial physician back."

"Yes, my lord."

The figure disappeared at the door of the tent.

"Husband..."

Meng Huan woke up. He lifted the quilt and got up. It was indeed a skin trauma, and he only felt a slight soreness in his ankle.

He blinked and tried to shake his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

But the small face is pale: "It's just that I have no energy."

The voice was soft and dull.

Lin Bozhou rubbed Meng Huan's face with his fingertips, and his voice was much softer: "Huanhuan was frightened, of course he was so frightened that he had no strength."

"They're really scary." Meng Huan recalled the scene in the carriage, and pursed his lips: "I didn't expect them to use such a trick."

—By kidnapping other people's wives as hostages, Meng Huan thought it was the plot of an ancient novel, but he didn't expect that such a despicable act of harming his wife and children would be quite common when threatening others!

Lin Bozhou caressed Meng Huan's side face with his long fingers. He was scratching his chin lightly, but as if the violence in his heart couldn't be stopped, he pinched his fingers gently.

"Fortunately, I jumped into the carriage in time, otherwise I would have died in the palace..."

Meng Huan muttered, aware of Lin Bozhou's increased strength.

Startled for a moment, Meng Huan looked up at him: "What?"

He could actually feel that Lin Bozhou was in a bad mood right now.

Sure enough, Lin Bozhou bit his jaw together and made a slight movement. He looked at Meng Huan with pity, and the black mist spread in his eyes.

"Since His Majesty wants to see you so much."

Lin Bozhou's eyes were engulfed in darkness, "The husband will send you into the palace personally."

Outside the city of Tongzhou, the battle between the guards of the palace and the guards of the imperial palace was suppressed for the time being, and the news that Lin Bozhou took back the city of Tongzhou and beheaded the head of the Marquis of Guan was the first to spread the word.

As a large capital city, the capital has been in peace for a long time, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. The sudden rise of the Marquis of Zhenguan has disturbed them and made people panic. The guards of Lin Bozhou took back Tongzhou and beheaded the Marquis of Zhenguan.

"The King of Zhong is indeed a real dragon, only he can restrain the courtiers and thieves!"

"The King of China returns to Beijing, and the world will prosper!"

"Zhu Li is really suppressed by the king of Zhong, and the rebels are also suppressed by the king of Zhong, and the state depends on the prince!"

While these rumors were spreading, the news that Emperor Xuanhe sent people to rob the king and concubine into the palace and imprison the king in order to threaten the king was spread. Being treated with suspicion, I couldn't help but feel angry and furious.

"I'm useless, and I always hurt Zhongliang!"

"Government is not active, but it is active to clean up loyal ministers..."

When the common people were fighting for Lin Bozhou, Lin Bozhou twisted and turned, and released a shocking news.

—He has no quarrel with His Majesty, and he wants to personally send the princess into the palace to share family happiness with His Majesty.

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

"The lord is knowledgeable and loyal."

"With such a pure heart, why do people always suspect that he has ulterior motives?"

"Anyone can rebel, but the prince cannot rebel!"

"..."

Outside the gate of the imperial city, the people greeted Lin Bozhou's car, head to head, looked at him from a very far away, and expressed their welcome.

Meng Huan lowered the curtain and clicked his tongue softly in his heart.

Lin Bozhou, the master of micromanagement, started preparing as early as when he left Beijing. Is this not a sure win?

The car was parked on the thoroughfare outside the moat, and Lin Bozhou got out of the carriage. The crimson robe set off his elegant figure, and he looked at the guarding general on the tower with a long knife in one hand.

Lin Bozhou smiled gently: "Please, general, open the door. I have ordered the imperial decree to send the princess into the palace."

The general guarding the city saw the 10,000 soldiers behind him, and his face was pale: "You are the king! You are ambitious! This is called sending the princess into the palace? You are rebelling!"

"Why did the king rebel?" Lin Bozhou seemed puzzled, and took out the imperial decree unhurriedly, "It is His Majesty's will for this king to enter the capital, and it is His Majesty's personal order to send the princess into the palace. This king has an imperial decree, how can the general spread rumors?"

The general guarding the city looked at the imperial decree and only admitted half of it: "But the imperial decree only said to let the princess enter the palace, and never said to let the prince enter the palace. The imperial decree received by the general is not to let the prince enter the imperial city!"

Lin Bozhou sneered, took out another imperial decree, and his tone changed suddenly.

"Your Majesty asked me to send the concubine to the capital on the surface, but in fact, I secretly ordered the king to enter the palace to **** her. The imperial decree said that someone in the palace rebelled and hijacked your majesty in an attempt to change the sun and the moon. Do you open the city gate or not?!"

Why is there another imperial decree?

The general guarding the city couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while: "Is there such a thing?!"

At this time, someone from behind the general who defended the city came to report.

"Last night, His Majesty was assassinated in the palace!"

The news came at a very timely time.

Meng Huan's throat rolled nervously. The assassin who assassinated Emperor Xuanhe was a small eunuch, not even called the assassin, but was taken down by the imperial guards before he left, but this incident was enough for Lin Bozhou to attack.

To enter the imperial city, Lin Bozhou needs a high-sounding excuse, which can be made by himself.

The general guarding the city was dubious, "My lord, wait a moment, the general will send someone to ask the palace first."

This is not good news. If Emperor Xuanhe learns that he has falsely preached the imperial decree, he will immediately mobilize the Beijing army to start a fierce battle with Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou's soldiers can defeat the Beijing army and take the imperial city. Not the best option.

Lin Bozhou said: "Let the admiral Luo Feng of the Beijing Army speak."

Luo Feng was hiding inside the tower, not wanting to meet him.

"Admiral Luo, please go out of the city to speak."

After Lin Bozhou said it again and again, Luo Feng walked out of the city gate, looking at Lin Bozhou with old eyes.

"My lord...the old man is not ashamed to do such a wolfish and ambitious act, and I hope the lord will stop calling him Uncle Luo."

Lin Bozhou changed his expression just now, and said in a flat voice, "My nephew was forced to do nothing, and Uncle Luo saw it too. Your Majesty is always on guard against the lives of his nephew and his wife. If he doesn't do anything, he will only be killed."

Luo Feng looked at him with complicated eyes: "The old man understands your choice, but I can't be with you. My lord, please ask another wise man."

"If Uncle Luo doesn't help, no one can help." Lin Bozhou said calmly, "Uncle Luo has personally commanded the Beijing army for more than ten years, and my nephew's Guzhou soldiers look like tigers and wolves. Life or death, my nephew can forcefully take down the imperial city. I just don’t know why so many sons died.”

"..."

Luo Feng's eyes were about to split open, and his eyes became angry and sad.

"My lord, you—"

"Uncle Luo has great righteousness in his heart, and he is a good official who cares about the army and the people." Lin Bozhou said, "But what my nephew did, there is no turning back. , in Uncle Luo's thought."

Lin Bozhou knew Luo Feng very well.

Let him choose to change his allegiance to the emperor? Or do you just want to watch more than ten years of painstaking efforts being smashed to pieces, see so many lives being used as carts, and watch tens of thousands of people die for a foolish king?

Lin Bozhou's tone became softer: "Uncle Luo has saved my nephew's life, and my nephew will never forget it. I hope that my nephew will go to court with Uncle Luo and rule the world together.

These words can be described as extremely beautiful, there are many hard words, soft words, and future plans.

Luo Feng already admired Lin Bozhou more, but after reading the sage books for so many years, if he wants to convince himself of his loyalty to the emperor, there must be a step down—for example, another kind of clear name.

Luo Feng frowned, veins appeared on the back of his hands, his eyes flicked his sleeves and strode back to the city after the extreme complexity and push and pull.

A moment later, the city gate burst open.

The admiral of the Beijing Army chose to stand in line with Lin Bozhou in this coup.

Without a moment's rest, Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids to signal his subordinates: "Enter the imperial city."

Run all the way to the palace.

The composition of the Beijing army is complex. Although Luo Feng is the admiral of the Beijing army, he can only control the camp. In addition, the Beijing army also includes the Imperial Palace guards. An army of ten thousand people entering the imperial city is bound to cause a sensation.

A patrol army quickly rushed out ahead.

"It's the king! The army of the king!!!"

The other party panicked and yelled at the people: "The King of China rebelled—"

The voice did not fall.

"Hoo-" There was a crackling sound.

Lin Bozhou's big scarlet sleeve brushed past his ears, and he drew an arrow from his back and shot straight at it. As soon as the breeze lifted his hair, the arrow shot the man to the ground with murderous aura.

He was straddling a tall horse, with narrow and gloomy eyes, he tightened the reins and paced back and forth a few steps.

"Take down the traitor for this king, if you dare to hinder the king, kill him without mercy!"

The patrolling army didn't expect to become a traitor. They couldn't argue with each other, and saw Lin Bozhou's subordinates quickly hang down an imperial decree: "The King of China is ordered to enter the palace to protect you! Don't disturb the people! Don't be afraid!"

"The king of Zhong enters the palace to protect him! Do not disturb the people! Don't be afraid!"

"The king of Zhong enters the palace to protect him! Do not disturb the people! Don't be afraid!"

"..."

This false imperial decree is very useful, it can temporarily avoid intimidating the people, protect Lin Bozhou from the impact of public opinion, and minimize doubts when he gains orthodoxy in the future.

Relying on this false imperial decree, Lin Bozhou can travel smoothly all the way.

Whenever the guards stop him, he will immediately label the opponent as a traitor, using poor information to occupy the moral high ground in front of the people.

But the false imperial decree didn't last long, the news spread to the palace, the palace shook, everyone knew that Lin Bozhou had really rebelled, and the real imperial decree was spread out immediately, Lin Bozhou's forged imperial decree would no longer work.

— But when the real imperial decree came, Lin Bozhou's soldiers and horses had already rushed outside the Meridian Gate of the imperial palace.

The true imperial decree is very effective, it can order the Beijing army to match the tiger talisman, and directly mobilize the army into the imperial city to serve the king.

But... the admiral of the Beijing army chose to stand in line with Lin Bozhou, so his tiger talisman would not be used. Even if his troops wanted to serve the king, they did not have the official tiger talisman stamped document. If there is poor information, it is likely to be labeled as a traitor.

Therefore... the vast majority of prudent soldiers will not impulsively send troops into the imperial city without receiving a definite imperial decree or witnessing the tiger amulet.

——And this delay is enough for Lin Bozhou to gain orthodoxy.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Lin Bozhou stood outside the Meridian Gate in a crimson python robe, leaning on the side of his head with a **** long knife in one hand, and confirmed that the soldiers and horses had blocked all the exits of the palace and completely cut off the emperor's connection with the outside world.

"Don't let anyone leave the palace, so as not to miss and rebel."

Lin Bozhou's voice was unreasonable, he opened the curtain of the carriage with his fingers, and led Meng Huan out.

"Huanhuan, enter the palace."