Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

General military mansion?

Meng Huan thanked him, and returned to the curtain with two bowls of noodles.

The space in the room is cramped, and people can only stay in a small curtain, especially like refugees who were arrested to work illegally and had to stay in the cabin.

Although it is warmer, it can't even get the sun.

There is no way to live in this place.

Meng Huan pawed the bed and looked into Lin Bozhou's eyes: "I'll go to the General Military Mansion this afternoon. Be good and wait for me when I come back."

At this point, Lin Bozhou bowed his head and nodded.

——His weak and helpless husband.

For some reason, Lin Bozhou's body at the front end is unobstructed, luxurious and oppressive, giving people a sense of oppression from a cruel predator. It is not inconsistent with the current lying on the couch with a tired face and sick bones.

Meng Huan quite liked the feeling of supporting a man.

——If you have money, it will be more perfect QAQ.

Stop thinking about it, Meng Huan went out to inquire, and arrived at the gate of the General Military Mansion.

It was a little different from what he had expected. There were quite a few gentlemen standing outside the door, their faces were sallow and emaciated from hunger, and they were talking to the porter with their hands in their sleeves.

"Students ask to see Mr. Chief Soldier."

"I don't know if there is any shortage of documents in your house? The students have read books and know a few words."

"Students want to offer advice to Lord Zongbing, which can solve the urgent situation in Liaodong."

"..."

The porter shook his head impatiently.

"I also have no food to eat, and everyone has come to join the general army. Why can't I see anyone offering advice to solve the urgent need in Liaodong? During the war, you scholars are the most useless."

"..."

After saying a few words, everyone's faces turned red.

It sounds ugly, but it seems to make sense.

Meng Huan was standing in the crowd, looking around in a daze, and was also beaten up by the porter.

"..."

Not good.

It seems that everyone has nothing to eat and wants to go to the General Military Mansion, and the General Military Mansion is unwilling to accept people at this moment.

But the General Military Mansion is probably the only place in the city that still has errands. Meng Huan was so angry that he didn't rush to leave. He spent money to buy a pen and paper, and sketched the gate of the General Military Mansion on the spot, making a picture picture.

He took the picture and went to the concierge again: "Aren't my pictures pretty?"

The concierge looked at it curiously, then shook his head: "It looks good, but my words don't count."

Meng Huan had no choice but to wait with the painting.

Wait for someone who keeps his word and appreciates him.

After a while, a man in cotton clothes walked out of the door. He tidied things up neatly. He looked around at the scholars squatting outside the door and said, "Everyone, go back. The war is tense now, and life in the General Military Mansion is also tight. Sorry everyone."

Everyone sighed.

The man turned to leave when he saw Meng Huan holding a painting beside him.

Focusing on freehand ink painting, snow on the eaves, fallen leaves in front of the courtyard, the brushstrokes are both scribbled and delicate. At first glance, it looks like a sketch, but there are many details, and the stacking is extremely gorgeous, even deliberately showing off skills.

It is different from the landscape paintings they usually see.

The manager looked at him: "Your painting looks good, but it has no color—"

This evaluation is really a layman watching the excitement.

Meng Huan quickly explained: "Because there is no paint, if there is any, it will be colored."

The steward paused: "Can you draw people?"

This is Meng Huan's strength, he nodded: "Yes!!!"

"Come in." The steward beckoned him.

Meng Huan followed him and entered the General Military Mansion through the side door.

The steward said, "My surname is Sun, you can call me Butler Sun."

Meng Huan said, "The junior's surname is Chen."

Butler Sun nodded, and walked into the yard, where someone set up an easel: "I don't know how Brother Chen draws people, so let's demonstrate it first, okay?"

This should be the test.

If you pass the test by drawing people yourself, you should be able to get a job here.

For his own job and for the man behind him, Meng Huan picked up the paintbrush, so nervous that his forehead was sweating.

He took a deep breath, looked at Steward Sun's position, took him as a character, matched with the eaves and pavilions behind him, quickly made a draft in his mind, and began to draw and outline.

As time passed, Steward Sun went to work first, and came back near sunset. Meng Huan rubbed his frozen fingers to prevent the ink from smearing and the backs of his hands turned red.

He seems to have become a unconscious machine, constantly adding lines, outlining, from top to bottom——

"Okay, well done." Butler Sun's voice sounded from behind.

Meng Huan turned around, and he smiled all over his face: "Brother Chen is really good at painting." He looked at the painting carefully, "Even I, a servant, has a bit of wealth and honor, if it is Madam - it will be amazing Madam is sure to be satisfied." After he finished speaking, he motioned to his servants, "Show it to Madam."

After a while, the servant came back: "Madam likes it very much, so I said, draw it tomorrow morning."

Butler Sun respected Meng Huan even more.

Meng Huan couldn't help being excited.

In the snow, his face was flushed from the cold. It was blown by the cold wind before, but now he was filled with joy: "That's great!"

"Where does little brother Chen live now? I'll find someone to pick him up tomorrow morning."

"Laifu Inn," Meng Huan couldn't help being miserable, "I live in the eight-person room at the bottom. My brother and I escaped and came here penniless. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come out to perform for a living."

For people with skills like Meng Huan, the General Military Mansion has received a lot of them. It is nothing more than to have enough food, clothing and a place to live, so they can work for the General Military Mansion.

Butler Sun said clearly: "It's like this these days. There are still a few vacant rooms in the backyard. If Brother Chen doesn't dislike it, he can pick him up."

Meng Huan's heart was pounding.

Even though it was a world of ice and snow, his whole body was full of enthusiasm, he was so excited that he didn't know what to say, he just kept nodding.

"By the way, where is the little brother from?"

Along the way, Steward Sun probably inquired about Meng Huan's background.

These people in the mansion are also rough and detailed, and they must have a general background on Meng Huan, otherwise they will cause trouble if they get into trouble.

Meng Huan was afraid that the more he lied, the easier it would be for him to be exposed, so he said that he was from the capital and came to Liaodong to join his relatives, but he ran into soldiers on the way and got separated from his relatives.

He should have persuaded Steward Sun, so he didn't ask again.

It was getting late in the evening, and the streets were covered with fallen snow.

Meng Huan ran all the way to the inn, feeling like a man who made a lot of money outside and couldn't wait to go home and share it with his wife. The cold wind blew all over his face, but his whole body was warm, and he felt that the days were full of rush.

Opening the curtain, Meng Huan was out of breath: "Brother, I'm back!"

It was very quiet inside the curtain.

Lin Bozhou was wearing a snow-white inner robe over his shoulders, sitting upright on the bed. He was in this posture when Meng Huan left, and when he came back several hours later, he was still sitting in this posture, as if he had been waiting.

There was a dim light between his brows, his nose was straight, and his lips were tight, like a jade Buddha in the dark.

Hearing the voice, his slack eyes turned to Meng Huan's direction, and his tone relaxed: "You're back?"

For a moment, the tip of Meng Huan's nose felt sour, and she held his hand: "Brother, I kept you waiting."

Lin Bozhou said with a smile in his voice, "Isn't this back?"

Meng Huan suppressed the hot corners of his eyes, and wanted to cling to him. He kissed the back of his hand, and his tone became more excited: "I went to the General Military Mansion in the afternoon to find something to do. I painted a portrait for my wife. The housekeeper provided us with Residence, you can move in now."

Lin Bozhou touched his face, and slowly stroked his earlobe.

"Huanhuan is the best."

"Then I can't be good." Meng Huan said proudly.

He led Lin Bozhou to stand up: "Let's go, change places to live."

The two of them only had a small burden, and when they walked to the door of the store, the boss asked, "Did you find something to do at the General Military Mansion?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Yes."

The boss tut tut: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

It was late and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Meng Huan took Lin Bozhou by the hand, proudly: "Am I amazing?"

"Well, it's amazing." Lin Bozhou stroked his raised little hair, "Without Huanhuan, how can I live as a husband?"

The tone is also with a clear and shallow smile, as gentle as water.

"Don't worry, if I have a mouthful of food, you will have a mouthful of soup!"

Lin Bozhou responded again: "Marrying Huanhuan in this life is a blessing for my husband in eight lifetimes."

"Then I'm great!"

"Great, Huanhuan is the best."

This praise made Meng Huan feel elated and a little embarrassed.

The boy looked delicate and handsome, bubbling proudly, smiling with a row of white teeth, like a kitten with its tail up for a pet.

Lin Bozhou could almost imagine such a scene, and the corners of his lips lifted.

They entered through the back door of the General Military Mansion. Fortunately, it was at night and they didn't meet many people, so they were assigned to a room in a small courtyard.Needless to say, all the people living in this courtyard are Qing people from the General Military Mansion.

There are quilts, a heated kang, a washbasin and a stove for boiling water.

The space is also large.

Most importantly, there is also a pot of stewed radish stewed lamb and white rice on the table.

A woman stood by the door and said: "The chief soldier just killed two sheep yesterday and shared food with the people in the house to keep warm. You just happened to come here."

Piping hot with a mouth-watering aroma.

Meng Huan was almost fainted by the smoke, and he was in a daze. After thanking him, he closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Meng Huan immediately lost his composure: "Brother! Meat!"

Meng Huan led him to sit down, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much meat! I haven't had a full meal for a long time."

Meng Huan was so happy that she almost cried.

When I seemed to be unlucky, I suddenly picked up a lottery ticket.

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips smiled: "Huanhuan eat more tonight, if you're full, you'll have the strength to do a portrait tomorrow."

His face was relaxed, but he clenched his fingers unconsciously.

"Ok!"

Meng Huan scooped hot soup into his bowl: "Let's have some soup to rest your stomach first, so that you won't suddenly eat too much oil after a few days and get upset."

Drink soup and eat vegetarian radish.

The stewed mutton soup is white, delicate and full-bodied, with some oily spots floating on it, sprinkled with a handful of green onions, the greasy taste is released, and it tastes dense and warm, warming the stomach.The stewed radish is rotten, and it is full of flavor with one bite. It is wrapped in a strong mutton flavor and melts in the mouth.Mutton has almost no fishy smell, and it tastes very good.

Meng Huan was flattered: "This stew tastes better than the one in the palace."

Lin Bozhou had a smile on his face, and his slender fingers were holding on to the chopsticks.

The stone in his heart sank to a low level.

When it comes to gourmet food, the things in Wangfu are of course far superior to other places.

Meng Huan was on the run all the way, eating and sleeping in the dew, and hadn't eaten delicious food for a long time, so he couldn't tell the difference.

Lin Bozhou: "The ones here are good, and the ones in the palace are also good."

"I just think the food here is the best." Meng Huan pursed his lips.

Lin Bozhou comforted softly: "Okay, try it when you go back, which one is the best—"

Having said that, he paused for a moment.

Naturally, the food in the palace can crush any mansion, but if you talk about it in detail, it is definitely not the best.

- The best is the palace.

All the fine clothes and fine food enjoyed by Emperor Xuanhe were insurmountable by his courtiers, and they were all top-notch, perfect and prepared with the most care.In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he and Meng Huan ate a pot of stewed mutton with radishes and felt very lucky, but in the palace, this was just an ordinary delicacy.

He couldn't help but start to think about what Emperor Xuanhe was doing at this time.

The unlucky refugees were driven by aliens, and the corpses filled the ravines. The lucky refugees escaped from the city, were looted by bandits, and were devastated by wind and snow.But Emperor Xuanhe was in a warm palace, wearing fox fur, burning charcoal fire, supported by court ladies, ignoring government affairs, and only thinking about playing chess with others.

Lin Bozhou stopped with his chopsticks.

There was no emotion on his face, his eyelashes were drooping, and he was silently looking at the hot pot of food.

Meng Huan scooped soup into his bowl: "What's the matter? Why are you in a daze?"

The hostility in Lin Bozhou's eyebrows faded, and he smiled gently and harmlessly: "I'm thinking about something."

"Thinking about what?"

Lin Bozhou was startled, as if puzzled: "Am I a person with a lot of resentment?"

Meng Huan looked up, puzzled, and looked at him: "Huh?"

Since becoming a government official, Lin Bozhou has blocked his eyes and ears, and does not care about other people's stigmatization, insults, and misunderstandings, and focuses all his energy on governing the government.

He doesn't care about mediocrity.

For Emperor Xuanhe, there is only the expectation of a successful king, and he is not expected to make contributions, but only to be able to listen to advanced suggestions.

Therefore, even though Emperor Xuanhe was incompetent and mediocre, Lin Bozhou didn't have much resentment towards him.

but now……

Lin Bozhou began to hate and annoyed.

He hates such an incompetent person, but he is the Nine-Five Supreme.

He hates such a frivolous person, in a word, for hurting him and the one he loves so deeply.

He hated that Emperor Xuanhe was in power, but he used it as a torture stick, and he didn't know the severity, and swung it wantonly.

It stands to reason that Lin Bozhou should have been used to such a perverse behavior in the annals of history and people's hearts long ago, and his heart is like still water.

As a minister, the last thing you should do is to have a heart of resentment towards the king.

Meng Huan was still puzzled: "Why are you so angry?"

Lin Bozhou was quite a man who was not surprised by honor or disgrace, indifferent and quiet. He ran for his life all the way, and he didn't hear a few words of complaint from him. Only when he couldn't stand the pain for Meng Huan, did he look a little sympathetic.

"Maybe not."

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were shaded, his lips were raised, and he smiled inexplicably: "I don't do anything recently, I always sit quietly, and I tend to think about things."

Meng Huan held his chopsticks and looked at him for a while.

He also felt that when he went out to make money, Lin Bozhou sat at home for a whole day, which seemed very pitiful.

The boy's voice sounded, crisp and a little hesitant.

"Husband."

Lin Bozhou clenched his fingers: "Huh?"

"Are you lonely?"