Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Seeing him, Lin Bozhou seemed to relax a bit, struggled out of a kind of discomfort, and slowly stretched out his hand.

His complexion was pale, his eyelashes were drooping, and there was a faint layer of blue frost under his eye sockets, which should have been brought after staying up all night, and he looked extremely haggard.

"Huh?" Meng Huan looked at his outstretched hand.

Does this mean you want to hold yourself?

Meng Huan put his hand on it.

His hands are whiter and smaller, a circle smaller than Lin Bozhou's slender and skinny hands. After putting it in, Lin Bozhou clenched his fingers tightly, and closed his eyes for a long time.

For some reason, Meng Huan felt that he was very tired.

Getting up at two o'clock in the morning to go to work, going to bed at almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and being called back to the palace by the **** after finally going out to play on vacation, a living person would feel very tired after rushing through the wind and rain?

The medical conditions in ancient times were not good. Some people died immediately after catching a cold. Young people like Lin Bozhou have to do everything, and they have to do everything. Looking at the scenery, they are carrying their bodies.

Meng Huan thought for a while and said, "My lord."

Lin Bozhou held him by the hand, and made a brief "hmm" with his breath.

"Don't get caught in the rain in the future."

The touch of his fingers was slightly cool, Meng Huan moved back his fingertips, and gently rubbed the back of his hand.

His hands were soft, and when they rubbed against his skin, there was an itchy sensation.

Inexplicably, it carried a sense of pity.

"Huanhuan..."

Lin Bozhou opened his eyes, his whole body was damp and smelled like a sick person, he seemed to have no strength, but in an instant, Meng Huan was brought to the bed by him.

Accompanied by the sound of his body being pressed against the couch, Meng Huan uttered an "uh", his overwhelming hair fell down, he smelled a faint smell of medicine, and a sharp line of his jaw flashed in front of his eyes.

"My lord?"

The kiss fell to his lips.

Meng Huan shrank his paws, looked at Lin Bozhou like a frightened kitten: "Ah...?"

What is this for?

you are dying...

Do you still want to follow the Begonia plot?

A breathy laugh sounded in his ears, he was hoarse and weaker than before, and the kiss fell again: "Is Huanhuan worried?"

Meng Huan continued to raise his paw, he didn't know whether to refute or admit it for a while, and he couldn't tell what his emotions were, but he felt really annoyed when he saw Lin Bozhou was so tired.

"It's okay for my husband,"

Lin Bozhou's forehead pressed against his, hot, and his breath was low and hot, "It will be fine soon."

Because Meng Huan was lying on his stomach, his hand was pressed and lightly touched the side of his face. Maybe it was because of the warmth, he felt Lin Bozhou gently rub against it, as if he was a little obsessed with the softness of his fingertips, and sighed softly.

"..."

Then, something seemed to catch fire.

Meng Huan's eyelids twitched, and his figure was slowly covered by Lin Bozhou.

He heard him ask: "After leaving for her husband last night, what did Huanhuan play by herself?"

Lin Bozhou seemed to be chatting casually.

Meng Huan tried to say: "Eat river fresh food, ride a horse at the racecourse the next morning..."

When the word "horse" was mentioned, Meng Huan's tune rose sharply, bringing with it an unexpected shock.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and seemed to be smiling: "Really."

His surface is calm and calm. But this was not true, under the thin bedding and clothes, Meng Huan's legs were fixed, and something stuck to them.

"Have you learned how to ride a horse?" Lin Bozhou's voice was still calm.

The folds of the quilt are loose but knotted.

His upper body is a gentleman, but his lower body is completely villainous.

Meng Huan felt hot behind his ears, and said, "There is a master at the racecourse who teaches me, but I dare not let go of the rope, so he led the horse and took me for a few miles on the mountain road—"

The more he talked, the more Meng Huan's body tensed up, his fingertips curled up and began to tremble.

He bit his lower lip, his cheeks flushed.

"What else?" Lin Bozhou stroked his chin.

Meng Huan thought desperately, "When riding a horse, he let go of the rope, and I went down a **** by myself."

"What else?" Lin Bozhou said patiently.

"there is none left…"

"Take Huanhuan to play next time, okay?"

Meng Huan clenched his lower lip, did not reply, and let out a soft "woo".

What Lin Bozhou did to him now is a very profane thing! But while he was working, he could chat casually as if nothing had happened, and his expression was completely invisible.

Meng Huan's toes were tense, and he wanted to bury his head in the pillow and kill him. But there was still a low smile in his ear, his chin was raised, and Lin Bozhou's dark red eyes were drooping, as if he was very interested in his expression.

Meng Huan felt dizzy in his head, as if a ball of dough had been rubbed open, and he was drowsy.

Until the peak came, Lin Bozhou leaned over, and the hot and humid breath blew past his ears, leaving a trace of uncontrollable aftertaste.

"..."

Ears are hot.

Meng Huan's heart was also tight.

He looked at Lin Bozhou, the man's pale face seemed to look better, his lips were slightly red, his brows and eyes were moist, and his eyes were colder than before.

...What is it all about?

Meng Huan couldn't help muttering: "My lord, don't you have a cold?"

Lin Bozhou's tone was like a beast: "It's just right, I'm sweating."

"..."

Meng Huan was so angry that he kicked himself under the quilt.

Then, he pulled the quilt over his head again.

He didn't reveal his face until he felt suffocated.

During the whole process, Lin Bozhou sat half-sitting, looking at him with great interest.

"Huanhuan angry?" Lin Bozhou's tone didn't seem guilty.

Meng Huan felt that Lin Bozhou rubbed him while he was talking, it was really vile.

Meng Huan forcefully said, "Yes!"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "I'm sorry Huanhuan, I got married late for my husband, and I finally got a wife Huanhuan. It's my first taste of human affairs, and sometimes I can't control myself."

"snort."

Meng Huan said in his heart.

After a moment of awkwardness, I got up again.

His pants were wet, and Lin Bozhou must be the same.

Just when he was about to look for a place to put his clothes, Meng Huan found a basin of hot water and two pairs of brand new obscene pants behind the screen.

Meng Huan: "..."

It means that no matter what he did with Lin Bozhou, the servants in this hall know it well.

"..."

Meng Huan blushed again.

Is this the much-anticipated life of the court marquis?

He returned to the bed with his pants and water. Lin Bozhou was waiting for him lazily with his legs hanging on the ground and his feet on the carpet.

"My husband doesn't have the strength, come here Huanhuan, and help me change a pair of pants, okay?" Lin Bozhou said.

"..."

Aren't you quite strong just now?

Just as he was about to refute, Meng Huan tried to think about it again, as if... only the lower body was moving, and the whole body didn't move much.

Meng Huan had no choice but to wring out a veil, walked in front of him, put his hands around Lin Bozhou's side, and took off his wet underwear.

Meng Huan lowered his head, trying not to look at the place he was interested in just now, but closed his eyes, thinking of Bodhisattva in his heart, his heart was like still water, until his underwear fell to his knees.

"..."

Meng Huan stopped suddenly.

The skin on the knee in front of him was broken, a whole piece was rotted, blood scabs formed, and the joints were a little swollen.

Lin Bozhou couldn't get out of bed. It wasn't because of the cold, but because his knees were damaged and he couldn't stand up temporarily.

Meng Huan raised his head and looked at Lin Bozhou: "My lord..."

He wants to ask, what's going on?

Lin Bozhou looked down at him, smiling peacefully: "Your Majesty had a nightmare last night, stood by the couch for her husband, knelt down all night, and came back this morning."

Meng Huan was stunned, and looked at his knees again.

He knew that in order to gain the emperor's trust, Lin Bozhou kept brainwashing PUA, playing the role of a loving and loyal brother, but is it really possible to do this?

"Since we are accompanying him, why don't you find a stool to sit on?" Meng Huan really couldn't figure it out.

Lin Bozhou paused, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He hooked his finger at Meng Huan: "Tell Huanhuan a secret."

"What?"

"Your Majesty is mentally fragile, too dependent on adults, and often willful. If you don't kneel on the side of the couch all night, kneel until your knees are worn out, and you can't stand up, your majesty will not feel guilty, and will repeatedly raise unreasonable things. Require."

Meng Huan stopped his hands and looked at him with clear eyes.

"So," Lin Bozhou said, "Occasionally, if you use a bitter trick, His Majesty will work a little harder, and reflect on whether you are too dependent on others, and whether it is causing trouble."

"Oh." Meng Huan opened his mouth, and the ending sound was drawn out.

It's a bitter trick...

He looked at Lin Bozhou's damaged knee again.

I really don't want to die.

—Did the original owner ever think of the assassination method of encouraging Lin Bozhou to work hard and then waiting for his sudden death?

Meng Huan stopped talking, took out the handkerchief from the hot water, and scrubbed Lin Bozhou's legs.

It's sticky, it should be something that was ground out just now.

Meng Huan's face was a little red, he couldn't control his eyes, and glanced at him again.

— very great.

"..."

Absolutely.

Meng Huan thought of the word he suddenly thought of.

He was absent-minded, absent-minded, scrubbing his body in a state of confusion, probably squatting halfway beside him, with a difference in height, and suddenly felt the back of his head being gently clasped by hands.

When the back of his head was held, Meng Huan suddenly felt a sense of crisis out of the self-consciousness of watching Huang Wen for so many years, and his back was stiff as death.

Lin Bozhou laughed lowly, and spoke in a breathy voice: "I watched the **** palace for my husband that day, and I seem to have seen a page similar to this pose."

"..."

I don't know what it was called in ancient times.

Call now.

Meng Huan looked at him stiffly, afraid that if he exerted all his strength, he would push himself up.

Lin Bo's hands relaxed, with a half-smile, "Try it later, okay, Huanhuan?"

Meng Huan really didn't know what to say.

I just feel that this man... seems to really regard him as the other half of the bed.

And...it's so big, it shouldn't be easy to swallow, right?

"..."

It's strange to think about how to swallow it!

Meng Huan continued to mutter in his mind, finally put on his new pants, washed his hands, and returned to the bed.

He just wanted to say, "Then I'll go back first!"

Outside the door, the **** You Jin came forward with medicine and porridge, put the things on the tea table, and said, "My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

Lin Bozhou paused, his eyes darkened.

In an instant, there was a weary emotion between his brows, as if he was very displeased.

Meng Huan stood there, stunned for a while, and then realized that Lin Bozhou had been taking too much medicine since his eye disease, which made him think that doctors were useless, and he was very rebellious about taking medicine.

so now…

He must be rebellious again.