Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan felt a little dazed for a while because of the heat in his palm.

Is this frequency a bit high?

Is Lin Bozhou so astringent?

Meng Huan let him lead him back, feeling a little dizzy in his head, always feeling that something was wrong... Is Lin Bozhou's sexual desire for him a little too strong?

Now, the sky was approaching evening, and the darkness shrouded from not far away. The servants lit up the lanterns, and one by one fireflies emerged, illuminating the way back from the temple to the farm.

Meng Huan looked around curiously.

Lin Bozhou smiled: "What are you looking at?"

"It's beautiful. The fields here are beautiful." Meng Huan said.

It reminded Meng Huan of Lu Xun's "Social Opera".

There are many storms in the eyes, and the mountains seem to be coming to meet you. If you look closely, the mountains don't move, it's a boat.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan felt complacent. Although they were highly educated, they had never memorized Brother Xun's essays.

Lin Bozhou smiled and watched him look around: "Well, it's beautiful. There are still fireflies in the farm, and they drink and move to the yard. Huanhuan can see it as he wants."

When he said this, his eyes reflected a little spark, and the heart of his pupils shone slightly.

For some reason, Meng Huan slowed down his pace and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

Do you just watch it and shoot it in the yard?

"..."

Not wanting to meet his gaze, Meng Huan turned his gaze to the other side of the forest.

They walked to a bridge, and a carriage was parked in front of it. An **** ran up, knelt on the ground and cried, "Your Majesty!"

The sound was very shrill.

Lin Bozhou stopped and frowned.

The eunuch's head was covered with blood, and his voice was crying: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty wants to see you."

Meng Huan was a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Lin Bozhou asked.

The **** cried and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not feeling well. He said that someone poisoned him to kill His Majesty, and asked the prince to go to the palace to make decisions immediately. The slave said...that His Majesty slept without a quilt last night... because he was infected with a cold His Majesty picked up a jade bottle and smashed the servant's head... Let the servant invite the prince into the palace..."

"..."

Even Meng Huan felt confused.

Emperor Xuanhe was a very suspicious person. It was not the first time that he mistook his illness for someone else to be poisoned. Meng Huan remembered several times.

Judging from the eunuch's self-report, it is known that Emperor Xuanhe probably really caught the cold, but his suspicions flared up again.

The **** cried so much that he was wronged, wronged to death, his head was covered with blood, and he didn't wipe it all the way. After running to the Prince Regent's mansion, he ran to the farm in the outer city.

After looking at the eunuch, Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou again.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and could feel that all the relaxation he had just now was gone, and his whole body was completely cool, turning into a familiar calmness. His voice was calm: "This king will go now."

"Now?"

It's six or seven o'clock in the evening, and it's getting dark.

"Your Majesty is worried. As a subject, it is my duty to go to appease Your Majesty overnight." Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan with gentle eyes, "Huanhuan go back to rest first, and drink with my husband some other day, okay?"

He was busy dealing with political affairs, and Meng Huan didn't care if he drank or not, and... tonight's one would be spared the pain of being put to sleep.

Meng Huan nodded: "Well, okay, my lord, let's go."

A caring look.

Lin Bozhou walked to the sedan chair and held the reins handed over by the eunuch.

He got on his horse and galloped away, looking like an iron-blooded worker who had finally taken a vacation but was suddenly called to work overtime.

Meng Huan inexplicably remembered how he got up to go to work two or two days in the morning every day.

"..."

Beat the workers with iron blood.

It hurts to look at it.

After Lin Bozhou left, the scene fell into silence.

Fearing that Meng Huan would be lonely, Feng Zhi said, "I heard that there are geisha raised in the farm, who can sing, dance and play the pipa, princess, how about we go back and watch for fun?"

"..."

I don't know why, seeing Lin Bozhou rushing to deal with political affairs all night, while I can still watch the show leisurely, I always feel... guilty, after all, all my current enjoyment is earned by Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it."

I'm also a little embarrassed.

On the way back to the farm, Meng Huan heard the sound of thunder after not long after he left.

Is it going to rain?

——The Lin Bo boat riding on a horse...

This thought flashed through Meng Huan's mind, and he stopped where he was.

"Princess, let's go back quickly, it's going to rain soon!" Feng Zhi paced back and forth, covering his head with his hands, "If you get caught in the rain, you'll catch a cold."

Meng Huan moved his lips and said inexplicably, "My lord—"

In front of his eyes, there was another muffled thunder that made the sky pale.

...will it rain?

Who will hold the umbrella for him?

Meng Huan looked at the thundery sky.

The torrential rain in the imperial city washed away everything.

Lin Bozhou threw away his whip and stood outside the gate of Longzong, his clothes were soaked by the rain. The **** knelt on the ground to change his clothes, took off his shoes and socks, wiped his hair, and put on new clothes.

Lin Bozhou asked: "How is Your Majesty?"

The **** Pei Xiyi, the supervisor of ceremonies, has a clean and gentle appearance. He is in his thirties and looks like a boy. He brought new shoes and socks for Lin Bozhou, knelt and raised his feet: "Go back to the lord, your majesty hides on the bed and refuses to see other people, just waiting for the lord."

Lin Bozhou finally changed his clothes, his lips were a little pale because of the cold, but his eyes were calm and gloomy. After humming, he pushed away the group of people and strode into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Inside the hall, there was no one there.

Only the strong wind blows through the hall, and the wind rolls up the curtains.

Sitting on the bed was the figure of a child, the breeze was rustling, Emperor Xuanhe's face was pale, and he heard a voice at the door: "Your Majesty, my humble minister is here."

He jumped out of bed suddenly: "Brother Huang! You are finally here!"

Lin Bozhou walked into the hall, glanced at the overturned medicine bowl on the ground, the residual juice had dried up, but he refused to be cleaned up.

"Brother, I have a headache, a stomachache, and diarrhea. Those slaves must have drugged me and tried to poison me to death!" Emperor Xuanhe burst into tears, "Brother, quickly find out the murderer behind it and make the decision for me!" !"

Lin Bozhou looked down at the remaining juice in the bowl.

It is a very common medicine for treating wind and cold.

Lin Bozhou approached again, and raised his hand to touch Emperor Xuanhe's forehead.

It's hot, it looks like I have a fever.

"Brother Emperor..." Emperor Xuanhe's eyes were green, "My stomach hurts so much, am I going to be poisoned to death?"

Lin Bozhou patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Your Majesty is too worried."

Emperor Xuanhe's voice began to tremble: "I have that nightmare again..."

About 20 or 30 years ago, Dazong suddenly turned from prosperity to decline. Today’s Dazong has tight finances, rigid bureaucracy, officials only think about factional struggles, and attack each other. The imperial power’s ability to restrain ministers is getting weaker and weaker. A chief assistant or **** with power over the ruling and opposition parties.

Back then, Lin Bozhou's father, Lin Luan, as the crown prince, did not like Xu Ye, the chief minister of the cabinet.

After the new crown prince succeeded to the throne, the government was controlled by Xu Ye. It took him ten years to use the eunuchs to defeat the powerful minister Xu Ye, but at this time... the power of the eunuchs began to rise again.

The new prince burned the ointment to inherit the sundial, worked hard, and his body was in a state of depression. The government began to be handed over to the powerful officials, and the boy who slayed the dragon became a dragon... and then passed away, leaving only the seven-year-old prince.

On the day the late emperor passed away, the violent fight for the crown prince was shocking to the world. Whoever gets the crown prince will have the merit of supporting and following the dragon, and the crown prince, how wonderful...he is only seven years old.

This is an age that can be manipulated without a brain, the most perfect puppet.

In the middle of the night, the eunuchs, the cabinet, the empress, the Lord Marquis, and several forces blocked the East Palace. Whoever can take away the new emperor first will become the ruler of the new dynasty. Turn into a savage grab.

Emperor Xuanhe, who was only seven years old, saw countless murders that night, screaming and roaring. His arm was hurt by his mother's dragging, but he saw his mother's head beheaded with his own eyes, and blood spattered on the spot.

He wept bitterly and peed in his pants in fright. Everyone kept saying it was good for him, but no one really cared about his fear at the moment.

Since then, Emperor Xuanhe's personality has become sensitive and gloomy, and he understands that everyone wants to use him and manipulate him.

Only... That day, the cabinet transferred one of his older brothers from Guzhou, called the regent of Jianguo, and said that he was the son of the deposed prince of the previous dynasty, named Lin Bozhou.

On the first day, I played Go with him.

The next day, play Go with him.

On the third day, play Go with him.

Lin Bozhou is extremely smart and has a superb memory. There is a way to play Go called "blind chess". Lin Bozhou's eyes are covered with black veil, so he can still beat him without looking at the board.

Lin Bozhou has no requirements for him, except that he must learn how to govern the country, must study, and be a calm and mature emperor. Besides, he manages the affairs of the court in an orderly manner and never makes Emperor Xuanhe worry.

Emperor Xuanhe's sense of fear finally dissipated. He found that his young brother was smart, capable, closest to him by blood, and loyal to him.

He began to rely on Lin Bozhou, and he finally found a sense of security.

But those nightmares would return to his body from time to time, causing him to wake up screaming.

In the cold hall, there is a cool breeze.

"It's nothing," Lin Bozhou said, "Go to bed, Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuanhe burst into tears: "Brother Emperor, I can't sleep."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes: "Your Majesty is already thirteen years old, so you should be more calm. The past is over. Your Majesty is now the emperor. He is watched by everyone. He should look like a wise king."

Emperor Xuanhe cried: "But I am really scared!"

Lin Bozhou felt powerless in his heart.

The emperor... is too dark and weak.

Even these years, Lin Bozhou has been trying to rebuild his self-confidence, improve his courage, and even temper his **** killing spirit, but the emperor is still so weak.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. No one can harm Your Majesty with my minister here," Lin Bozhou said.

Emperor Xuanhe shook his head, lying in the quilt, looking at the zenith, tears streaming down his face.

After a while, he said, "Brother Huang, then I will try to sleep."

The clothes on Lin Bozhou's back were sticking to his skin, and it was extremely cold, probably because the rainwater had rushed in before it was wiped off, so his whole body was cold.

He responded, "Go to sleep, Your Majesty."

"Brother Huang, don't go." Emperor Xuanhe said again.

"My minister will not leave."

Lin Bozhou knelt in front of the couch, and said, "This minister is right here looking at His Majesty."

Emperor Xuanhe was finally relieved, closed his eyes, and patted the quilt.

He wanted to share the quilt with him too, but Lin Bozhou's rules are as strict as iron, and he will never do anything like a courtier's arrogance.

Emperor Xuanhe fell asleep.

In the dark, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, relaxed his shoulders slightly, and recalled the matter of Meng Huan who had broken his promise just now.

The boy's eyes were bright, and he was not disappointed when he heard this sentence, so he nodded.

Maybe... the feelings are still close.

"..."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips moved slightly. He was very tired from galloping the horse and staying up late, but the tight strings in his body made him dare not relax in the slightest. He kept his eyelids open and knelt all the time.

Emperor Xuanhe was mentally sensitive, and there were many nights like this.

In the past, Lin Bozhou could only get through a long night by reciting the theory of governing the country.

But now... the boy's face once again appeared in his mind.

The corners of his lips curved again inexplicably.

It seemed like he had... new, something new to carry him through the night.

It rained all night.

As a result, the next afternoon, when Meng Huan returned to the palace, the road was very muddy and the carriage was extremely bumpy.

After shaking, Meng Huan felt like he was sitting on a rocking car.

"Forget it," Meng Huan watched the horses struggling to pull the carriage, while he sat inside, very embarrassed, "I'll come down and walk."

Then Meng Huan stepped on the road, just walked a few steps, "slap", and fell into the mud puddle.

"..."

Shan Xing wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, holding back desperately, calling Feng Zhi: "Help Wangfei up!"

Feng Zhi suppressed a smile: "Alright, alright, princess, are you alright?"

Meng Huan got up in frustration. He had been riding a horse for a whole morning, but his **** hurt a lot, but now it hurt even more, and he pursed his lips a little self-consciously.

Really annoying.

The first thing Meng Huan did when he returned to the Palace was to change his clothes and take a shower.

He was about to have dinner, but remembered that he hadn't seen Lin Bozhou, and asked, "Where is the prince?"

Feng Zhi tidied up his clothes and said, "My lord? I heard that my lord was caught in the rain last night and stayed in the palace for another night. He just came back and caught a cold."

"..." Meng Huan turned his head, "Is he sick?"

"Yes."

Do paper people really get sick?

Seeing that it was raining heavily last night, Meng Huan comforted himself that maybe Lin Bozhou would not be able to catch the rain because of the hero's halo, so he would really get sick too.

However, Meng Huan bit his chopsticks and thought, "Should I go and see him?"

Feng Zhi smiled: "Wangfei can go if she wants."

If you go, it may seem very competitive.

"..."

But if you don't go, it seems a little indifferent.

If he catches a cold, Meng Huan also hopes that someone will ask him and care about him. Besides, Lin Bozhou helped him clean up Xu Ruolin yesterday, and he didn't seem to thank him.

Meng Huan desperately stuffed a few pieces of meat into his mouth, ahhhhhhhhhhh he was full, and after a brief wash, he said, "I'll go see him."

Meng Huan went to the main hall where Lin Bozhou lived.

Walking to the door, the **** You Jin said, "Meet the princess."

"Can I go in?" Meng Huan asked.

"The prince is sleeping now," You Jin lowered his head, "The princess can go in."

It was rare to hear Lin Bozhou sleeping in the afternoon.

When Meng Huan entered, the hall was deserted, and the servants stood quietly, seeing Meng Huan blessed his body, he did not speak.

Meng Huan walked to the bed, and there was a man's figure lying on it, with a thin quilt covering his waist, and a medicine bowl beside him, which was clean.

Lin Bozhou put his hand on the brow bone, as if he was blocking the light, maybe he was asleep, the light shone on his chin, half revealing his pale lips.

Sick.

Meng Huan watched him for a while, wondering if he should wake him up, so he sat by the bed, looking around boredly.

There was still a pen and paper on the table, maybe the first thing Lin Bozhou did after he came back was to write a letter, maybe he was a little seriously ill before he started to drink medicine and go to sleep.

Meng Huan looked down at him.

Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up when you are young, it means overdrawing your life.

Lin Bozhou seemed a little uncomfortable, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Have a fever?

Meng Huan looked at it, then raised his hand, trying to brush the hair on his forehead to avoid sweating.

But as soon as his finger touched it, Lin Bozhou's eyelids twitched and he opened his eyes.

Meng Huan raised his hand in embarrassment, pursed his lips and smiled: "My lord, are you awake?"