Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Although Lin Bozhou has never played before, he is a fast learner. He can even play Go blindfolded. The number of cards in Ma Diao is more than enough for him.

The other two maids didn't dare to fight anymore, and replaced the two better beatings in the mansion, and said unexpectedly: "I really didn't expect the prince to be interested in beating the horse."

"Now that I have nothing to do, I'm not as busy as before." Lin Bozhou casually reached out and dropped the domino.

He switched between the regent who handled political affairs in the past and the rich and idle person now without hindrance.

After losing the cards, he lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and turned to Meng Huan in a warm voice, "What card do you think Huanhuan should play?"

Asking himself, Meng Huan pointed at the card in the middle and tried to say, "This."

"This one can't be played." Lin Bozhou didn't mean to criticize, but said softly, "My husband will teach you how to do it, and I will play it proficiently in the future, so as not to be bullied again."

Meng Huan pursed his lips: "Okay."

He looked at the cards carefully, when the back of his hand suddenly felt hot, he was gently covered by Lin Bozhou's big hand, with his fingertips pressing on his knuckles, he squeezed a "branch flower" and threw it out.

With a sound of "dong", Meng Huan's movements were originally jerky, but driven by Lin Bozhou, he played mahjong like a skilled veteran.

"This one." There was a gentle voice beside his ear.

Meng Huan couldn't help but look at him.

Lin Bozhou seems to learn everything quickly, just like Meng Huan, who used to learn mathematics in high school, and he was completely confused after two classes, but the monitor knew it before he listened.

The palms covering the back of his hands were warm, and Meng Huan's ears were a little hot, but Lin Bozhou stopped and quickly moved his hands away.

...Although he helped, Meng Huan tried to play every card as much as possible. It seemed that he was just like his brain trust, and he didn't occupy the dove's nest at all, and it didn't affect Meng Huan's game experience.

"Win." After a while, Lin Bozhou smiled.

Meng Huan's eyes brightened: "You are amazing."

Outside the door, the curtain to block the wind and snow was erected by fingers.

When Shen Qingyu came in from outside the palace, she happened to see the scene of the couple singing in harmony.

The eunuch took off the fox fur for him, and he sighed: "Meet the lord. My father is worried about the lord's eye disease, and he keeps talking about it, but he didn't expect to lose sight of his eyes, but he didn't delay the lord's hanging on the horse at all."

Lin Bozhou held a domino between his long fingers and tapped on the table lightly. When he heard the sound, he knew who was coming, and his fingers didn't stop.

He ignored the ridicule: "It's Chinese New Year, don't stay in my own house, what do you do when you go around?"

"This is not the country where the prince is about to come. In the future, he will not be able to enter the capital without the emperor's order. The officials want to see each other less, so they will come here earlier." Shen Qingyu looked at Meng Huan again.

"Meet the princess."

Meng Huan blinked.

Shen Qingyu, the son of the Minister of the Household Department, has a friendship with Lin Bozhou, but on the other hand, his walking around the palace also represents the instruction of his father Shen Zhimu's group of court elders, secretly contacting Lin Bozhou.

"The villain is the most skilled at horse-hanging, and I'm here to accompany the prince and concubine to fight." Shen Qingyu took the place of a Qingke.

Meng Huan remembered the plot about this man in the book.

He has a flirtatious personality and is tactful. He hangs out in paishi teahouses all year round. Although he is the same age as Lin Bozhou, he got married and his children are now half as tall.

He can chat well with Lin Bozhou, which shows that this person is really capable.

On the poker table, his skill was obviously much higher than that of Qing Ke's. He didn't deliberately put water on it, and knocked on the table with a single card.

"Boom!" With a loud sound, the dominoes hit the table with an astonishing sound.

——There is anger hidden in the card.

Meng Huan noticed it and looked up at him.

"what happened?"

Lin Bozhou looked as usual, he only touched the cards with his fingertips and did not speak.

The atmosphere of the game was stagnant, after a while.

Lin Bozhou threw a card, and the dominoes were evenly distributed: "All of them."

Shen Qingyu finally let out the sigh, and pushed the cards with a dejected expression: "You can even lose in a horse-drawn game...Even if the prince is blind, his heart is still like a mirror. But such ingenuity does not need to be used to govern the sect. Don't you think it's a waste?"

"This king is not in the court, but there is His Majesty, and there are civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty."

Shen Qingyu looked up and stared at him, seemingly angry: "My lord, how can there be any civil and military affairs in this court? When the country was founded, the Ming emperor was on the side and the court was full of officials. The government can be said to be clear, but now the court only has a group of rich people. Silverfish. But the prince also said that it is not the scourge of the officials, but the scourge of the large court. Cliques prevail, officials are corrupt, gangsters seek selfish interests, and beggars compete. The court is like a muddy river, and clean people fall into it. In the river, you must either be swallowed and drowned, or be covered with mud to survive. The political reform advocated by the prince has not yet been implemented, and the world has not been clarified, so you just leave the court like this?!"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, knocking on the dominoes calmly:

"If this king has not done it, then His Majesty will do it."

"Your Majesty?!?" Shen Qingyu's voice suddenly raised, as if in denial.

But he swallowed back the words in his throat: "Your Majesty also has the ability, but the large building will fall. If it is not for a strong pillar, it will not be able to support the rickety house."

Lin Bozhou narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "You misread the person, this king is not the supporting pillar."

Shen Qingyu couldn't hold back her words anymore: "I know that the prince was wronged in Liaodong, and His Majesty also became suspicious of him. The prince went back to Guzhou to retire this time to avoid His Majesty's edge, but this time the prince will leave the court. How is it? Absolutely messed up!! My lord, in the past six years you have been here, the ethos of the imperial court has somewhat subsided. Cui Renfang was imprisoned and killed, which is even more gratifying. But choose to leave, what will happen to the suppressed court officials? Who can restrain these ambitious and hungry wolves!? Is there no other way to stay in the capital?"

It has to be said that Shen Qingyu is smart.

The smart people in the court could guess why Lin Bozhou chose to leave the capital.

It can also be predicted that if Lin Bozhou leaves, the court will be in chaos.

Dazong's root is broken, and all these beasts in clothes are obsessed with pen and ink, swaying their lips and tongues only for fame and fortune. Lin Bozhou is notoriously ruthless, and kills anyone he sees. In awe, it has finally been stable for the past few years.

But once Lin Bozhou left, who would have the thunderous means to calm down the officials? !

Shen Qingyu's eyes were red with anxiety, and her eye sockets were moist.

"My lord, you can't leave the capital, you can't quit the court. Your Majesty misunderstood you too much. He only recognizes power, not the responsibility on his shoulders, but there are always some people in this court who know you, and there are always people who understand you."

Hearing this, Meng Huan was in a daze.He sort of understood why Shen Qingyu was able to develop a genuine friendship with Lin Bozhou even though she looked like a fool.

But Lin Bozhou didn't speak, he still hit the dominoes.

He clamped his slender index finger and middle finger, weighed it repeatedly, and tapped lightly on the table covered with delicate blankets, making crisp sounds.

After a while, Lin Bozhou spoke: "Shen Qingyu, many of the things you said today violated your duty as a courtier. You must be cautious in your words and deeds in the future, and stop raising alarmism."

He paused, and then said: "This king is now blind and weak, and has lost the ambition and spirit of his youth. Besides, without a regent in the court, there will be more outstanding talents. This king is the political six. In the past few years, I am not completely satisfied with myself, and I always think that what I have done is not enough, that there is too little. Now, I will leave the unfinished work to you."

He took the tea bowl and flicked the froth: "Come here."

——The meaning of seeing off guests.

"My lord!" Shen Qingyu was intertwined with grief.

"Go back." Lin Bozhou paused, then waved, "Bring some red envelopes to Lin'er, and Uncle Lin won't see him after the New Year."

Lin'er is Shen Qingyu's son.

Shen Qingyu's nose twitched: "My lord..."

Sadness, anger, heartache, and other mixed emotions were intertwined on his face. Holding the red envelope for his son, he turned his head and hurried out of the warm pavilion, bumping his shoulder heavily against the door frame.

It was very quiet in the Warm Pavilion.

Meng Huan opened his lips: "Lin Bozhou..."

Call him by his name when he's in a bad mood.

Lin Bozhou picked up the dominoes, turned his face, and said softly, "Are you still playing?"

Meng Huan shook his head: "No more fights."

His mind was a little blank, and the words Shen Qingyu said kept flashing through. Obviously the person had already left, but the voice was very clear, and it kept echoing in his mind.

Meng Huan tried to shake his head, but his voice didn't come out.

He stared at Lin Bozhou, and called again: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou sighed, picked up the cane at the side, and led Meng Huan to stand up: "Don't fight, just get ready for noon."

If Shen Qingyu hadn't said it, how could Meng Huan have thought of so much.

Lin Bozhou has been regent for six years, how many lives have been in his hands, and his prestige is also accumulated on these lives, so the courtiers fear him like a tiger. Under his gaze, no matter how many fangs and claws are subdued , secretly restrained.

There is a saying that is true, the wicked will be tortured by the wicked, once the big villain Lin Bozhou leaves, who has the ability to suppress the little villain of the court?

Meng Huan couldn't help asking: "Will the court be in chaos if you leave?"

Lin Bozhou led him into the snow.

He was holding a cane in his hand. The head was inlaid with gold and jade, and the pole was slender. The appearance was simple and exquisite, but it seemed that it did not match his age. After the strange fusion, it produced a strange and sickly pale beauty.

Lin Bozhou's tall and slender figure stood in the snow and was silent for a while.

He didn't want to lie to Meng Huan needlessly: "Of course there will be chaos."

Meng Huan was in a hurry: "Then—"

"When I went to Guzhou for my husband, Your Majesty and other courtiers will share the power that I gave away for my husband. At this time, smart people will eat more, and stupid people will eat less, and they may still be eaten. It won't be long before the person who eats the most will appear, and he will take over the power of the court in place of the king."

Lin Bozhou turned his face halfway, lowered his jaw, and seemed to be looking at Meng Huan with soft eyes.

Meng Huan was dumbfounded: "Then..."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly: "This person may not be His Majesty."

It's like being hit hard on the forehead by something.

Meng Huan vaguely felt something: "Then..."

Lin Bozhou took his hand and squeezed it lightly.

His palms were warm and covered with a thin layer of calluses. When he gently held Meng Huan's hands, the back of his hands would itch.

Lin Bozhou smiled, like a spring breeze: "We can only pray in Guzhou, this man is a loyal minister."

Speaking of here.

Meng Huan felt that he understood something, but also felt that he didn't.

He grasped Lin Bozhou's hand tightly, turned his eyes, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Then what if he is not a loyal minister?"

"Well," Lin Bozhou smiled, "That's His Majesty's bad luck."

"..."

Meng Huan was even more surprised.

He stared blankly at Lin Bozhou, and after a short period of confusion in his mind, he finally realized that something was wrong during this period of time... He thought Lin Bozhou's return to Guzhou was a last resort, but he was still sincere in his heart, pretending to be a big country. , but now when he looks at Lin Bozhou, how does he feel that the whole person...

so easy?

He is so clumsy and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He used to see the suffering of the people, corrupt officials, and Emperor Xuanhe's disobedience. He would feel like ants crawling all over his body, and he couldn't eat or sleep...

But now, Lin Bozhou seems to have really let go?

Meng Huan couldn't help but licked his lower lip nervously.

—— Lin Bozhou's thinking changed so quickly that he wondered if this was the correction of world consciousness brought about by the end of the plot line.

Meng Huan scratched his head, hesitated to speak, "Husband..."

The young man was a little dazed, his long eyelashes were stained with flakes of snow, the fair skin on his cheeks was blown slightly red by the wind, his lips were also flushed, his eyes were dark and moist, and his face was full of incomprehension.

He's so innocent, he doesn't understand anything.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, as if a piece of snow had fallen in his heart.

In the snow, the man's white shoes rubbed forward, slightly bent his spine, and approached the ear of the young man in front of him.

He knew that Meng Huan might not be able to understand, but this was the first time he confided his feelings.

Just like what he said to Shen Qingyu just now.

——"You misread the person, this king is not the supporting pillar."

He didn't want to continue supporting this rotten court.

The rickety rotten wood, the broken huts, his shoulders were bloody, and his body was scarred... Now, he wants the rotten wall to fall, the rubble to shatter, and the beams to collapse... He wants to rebuild a building on the ruins. A brand new city-state that can shelter from wind and rain.

"……What's wrong?"

Lin Bozhou approached suddenly, Meng Huan knew that he wanted to say something, so he blinked.

Lin Bozhou's warm breath blew past his ears, and his cochlea felt warm.

Lin Bozhou's voice was calm without any waves, neither warm nor cold.

Words are restrained to the point where no emotion can be discerned.

"Loyal minister? Someone will do it. But as a husband, I will never do it again."

The country of Lin Bozhou is on the day of the Lantern Festival.

In the past half a month, Emperor Xuanhe rehabilitated him, announced that the battle of Jizhou belonged to Lin Bozhou, and ordered all the officials to send a congratulatory message, in which they should detail and praise Lin Bozhou's achievements in the past six years as regent, and praise the most Good officials were rewarded heavily; and issued an imperial edict ordering Zhenguanhou to return to Beijing for execution.

For a while, the court was shaken.

Lin Bozhou, I really want to leave the capital!

Once the regent leaves, then this is Emperor Xuanhe's world!

Emperor Xuanhe obviously still has brotherly affection for Lin Bozhou - the premise is that Lin Bozhou decides to return the power to him.The officials, either sincerely or voluntarily, quickly wrote a prayer to send Lin Bozhou to the country.

Beside the old bridge, in the cold snowy day, there are no emerald and broken willows, only the stern cold wind.

Zhongwang Lin Bozhou's eight riders parked at the bridge. Behind him were awe-inspiring and well-dressed civil and military officials with fluttering red and blue robe sleeves. Xuanhe Emperor in a dragon robe stood at the head of the crowd.

Emperor Xuanhe led all the civil and military officials, and thousands of people who heard that the regent's country came to see him off, stood here and practiced for Lin Bozhou.

"...Huicong is innocent, and the light is no better than the king of the middle class."

After reading the contents of the congratulatory speech, Emperor Xuanhe handed it to him.

"Brother Huang, go slowly. After you go to the feudal kingdom, write more letters to me. The concubine cried all night last night. She is reluctant to let you go. I want to hear from you often in the future."

Lin Bozhou said with all his heart, "My minister, please remember."

"It's getting late, I'm afraid we won't be able to go to the next station." Emperor Xuanhe held the horse with his white hands, and personally supported the chariot, "Brother Huang, go on your way, I won't leave you alone."

Emperor Xuanhe's words were out of urgency.

The past half month should be sad and sad, and now he can't wait for Lin Bozhou to leave, and it's time for him to go back and take power.

Lin Bozhou thanked him and said, "Long live Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuanhe said to take care, and got up, the guard of honor quickly put up a canopy to cover his head, surrounded him and left first, civil and military officials bid farewell one after another, and all turned around and left.

A figure came to the side of the carriage, Luo Qianhu and Luo Juan, he was wearing a military officer's robe, he was tall and handsome, and said: "My lord, my father asked me to give my lord another ride."

Admiral of the Beijing Army, son of Luo Feng.

Meng Huan remembered him, when he went hunting in Zhuangtian outside the city, he was responsible for leading the horses for Lin Bo's boat, and now he also led the horses without saying a word.The handsome brows and eyes are silent.

Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan's hand tightly, half opened the curtain, and said to Luo Juan, "You have a good relationship with Shan Xing, but this time he led the [-] palace guards directly from Hezhou to Guzhou. I haven't had time to see you for the last time. If you have something to tell him, you can say it now, this king will send a message for you, or this king will let him write to you."

Luo Juan pulled his lower lip: "How did the prince become so friendly when he returned to Guzhou?"

He was also dissatisfied.

Meng Huan rolled his eyes, eating melons cautiously.

Obviously, none of these people wanted Lin Bozhou to leave the capital.

Moreover, after the kingdom of vassal kings, they are not allowed to leave the fiefdom, let alone set foot in the capital, otherwise they will be punished as rebellion.

Therefore, if there is no accident, Lin Bozhou will never return to the capital in his life.

In addition to the relationship between superiors and subordinates, they also have the friendship of friends, mountains and rivers are far away, maybe they will never see each other again in this life, Luo Juan can only be silent.

"Amiable? Probably because you have nothing to do."

Lin Bozhou clenched the cane tightly in his palm, his brows and eyes were lazy, and he half-touched the heater beside him, holding Meng Huan's cold little hand tightly, sending warmth with his palm.

He spoke, his voice a little low.

"Bring Huanhuan home."

Outside the carriage, Luo Juan's footsteps paused.

His eyes looked into the curtain of the carriage again, his handsome brows and eyes seemed to be forbearing, but also seemed to be hiding something.

These words are really just like what Shen Qingyu said to him, Lin Bozhou has no interest in power, and he only wants to go back to his hometown and live a happy life with his wife.

But Luo Juan always felt that this was not the Lin Bozhou he knew.

"Every time the prince goes hunting in the countryside, I will accompany him. The prince is in charge of archery, and I will count the prey for the prince." Luo Juan said suddenly.

Lin Bozhou hummed, propped his slender fingers on his forehead, and tapped lightly, half listening.

"Unlike other pampered and noble royal families, the prince is also powerful in force. The bloody BMW presented by the Shi Kingdom has a tough personality and is only tamed by the prince alone. When the prince hunts and shoots arrows, he is heroic, with eyesight like an eagle. Wolves also know how to drive and kill prey."

Luo Juan is a general, he can only use the idea of ​​a general.

He knew that a bloodthirsty and aggressive person would not back down easily.

When Luo Juan's voice froze, he also stopped in his tracks: "My lord, the wind and snow are getting worse, so I won't see you off."

Lin Bozhou hummed lightly: "You go back and greet your father on behalf of the king."

"My lord." Luo Juan stood outside the carriage, refusing to leave.

He looked through the curtain of the carriage, wanting to see Lin Bozhou's ambitious and dark eyes, but when the curtain was flapped, he could only see the big thin hand clasped fingers in the carriage, holding the small white hand.

"..."

Luo Juan was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, he still said:

"Father has just received the military report that Marquis Zhenguan rebelled in Liaodong and proclaimed himself king."

A few strands of snow the size of goose feathers fell into the carriage.

The curtain was blown open, and this time, riding on the force of the wind, Luo Juan saw Lin Bozhou's eyes clearly in the carriage.

Under the graceful and luxurious decoration, Lin Bozhou is dressed in a crimson royal robe, and the ferocious python dragon on his shoulders and patch is almost flying out into the clouds and mist, but on this powerful and colorful clothes, Lin Bozhou's eyebrows and eyes are indifferent and calm.

I don't know if he heard what Luo Juan said, maybe he did, but he just didn't think it was important.

He held an orange in his hand and was about to peel it for Meng Huan to eat.

"..."

Luo Juan paced back and forth.

He didn't know why he told Lin Bozhou the news, but subconsciously, he felt that maybe Lin Bozhou wanted to know.

After he said that, Lin Bozhou didn't respond, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, Zhenguan Hou rebelled, and Lin Bozhou would know sooner or later. He just happened to say it in advance when Lin Bozhou left Beijing.

"My lord, take care."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids: "You take care too."

The curtain fell again.

A gust of cold wind blew in just now, and the stove was burning in the carriage. It was warm at first, but the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

Meng Huan was struck by the coldness and couldn't help but said, "The wind is so strong, it's cold."

The attendant hurried forward to find something to fix the curtain of the carriage.

Meng Huan's attention was always on the curtain, seeing that the curtain was firmly fixed, and the wind could no longer blow it away, so he took the orange in Lin Bozhou's hand with confidence.

——What Lin Bozhou and Luo Juan said, he didn't listen carefully.

It's just that after Luo Juan left, Meng Huan looked up, and suddenly found that Lin Bozhou was holding the stove with one hand, his lips were raised, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of undisguised joy.

It seemed that he hadn't been this happy for a long time. His long dark eyebrows were slightly relaxed, his eyes were drooping slightly, and the scattered eyes drooped from his eyelashes. He smiled happily, and even made a slight breath.

"..."

Meng Huan was stunned, "What are you laughing at? Did Luo Juan tell a joke?"

Lin Bozhou smiled.

Then, he hummed lightly.

There was a faint smile in his voice, and he seemed to find it extremely funny.

"Yes, he told a very funny joke."