Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The catacombs were dense, Meng Huan was holding hands by Lin Bozhou, and a little chill grew down his back.

"My lord hasn't been back to Guzhou for six years. Now that I'm back, I won't leave again. Are you still used to living in the capital?" Eunuch Chen, who raised Lin Bozhou in his arms, asked kindly.

Lin Bozhou: "I was not used to it at first, but I got used to it later."

"That's good. These old slaves have been guarding the tombs of the late king and concubine for several years, adding lamp oil day and night, and the lights have never been extinguished. The late king and concubine may have been waiting for the prince to come back to visit."

The depths of the tomb became darker and darker, and the walls of the tomb were lit, and the lights flickered.

"The apse is here, lord, wangfei."

The apse is where the coffins of the late kings and concubines are kept.

Generally, people do not come to the underground apse during worship, but only to worship in the hall where the crowns of the king and concubine are placed on the ground. Only those who are close to each other will visit the apse.

The atmosphere in the tomb was gloomy.

Meng Huan was hesitating, but his hand was held tightly by Lin Bozhou: "Don't be afraid."

They both stepped into the apse.There was a sacrificial incense burner in front of the coffin. Eunuch Chen hung the lamp on the wall of the tomb and lowered his head.

"The slave is stepping down first, and the prince will call the slave if he has something to do."

There are only two coffins left in the apse, Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan.

Lin Bozhou took two sticks of incense and lit them in front of the ever-burning lamp, and handed one stick to Meng Huan, and was silent for a while with the coffin.

"Father, mother and concubine, my son has returned home."

The coffin was placed quietly, like two stones that could not hear anything.

Holding the incense in his palm, Meng Huan smelled the smell of ashes.

"My son didn't have time to start a family in Guzhou, so he went to the capital to start a family. His surname is Meng Huan, and now I'm bringing him here for my father and mother to see."

Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan's hand, his eyelashes lit up with a dim light from a dark lamp, and his voice was gentle, "To my son, he seems to be a bodhisattva's gift. Seeing how pitiful my son has been for so many years, let him perfect my son."

"..."

Meng Huan's heart trembled slightly.

The incense in his hand was offered into the furnace.

When the ashes were scattered, memories of Lin Bozhou's youth in the original book came to mind.

When he was two or three years old, the child could recite it with a glance, and the father was ecstatic when he heard the child's voice: "I, Lin Luan, have successors, and the clan has prospered!"

When he was young, surrounded by a group of prince teachers, he sat on a stool to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, three rites and three annotations, his immature and fair face was quiet, and after the memorization was completed, he looked at the mother's concubine's face through the curtain amidst the praise.

As a teenager, Lin Bo fell from a horse and lost his sight. His father immediately pronounced him a disabled person: "There must always be someone to inherit the clan, but the disabled should not be passed on. In the future, he should train more younger brothers. Zhou'er will be like this for the rest of his life."

Lin Bozhou lay on the bed with his eyes covered with gauze, his fingers clenched tightly.I also knew that he was conscious, but Lin Luan shook his head and left after speaking.

Later... Lin Bozhou killed his half-brother with the acquiescence of his mother and concubine, and the position of the eldest son was stabilized. Lin Luan was surprised, but the other sons were useless, and said angrily: "You are smart and sharp, and you have inhuman methods , Dazong is going to decline, very few people can't get it right, maybe you can help the royal family get on the right track in the future."

In the first 26 years of Lin Bozhou's life, he was given the responsibility of this life as soon as he was born, to protect Dazong and revitalize the royal family.

But it seems that there is only the prince and the regent in this world, but there is no Lin Bozhou.

The light reflected Lin Bozhou's dark pupils, and the light flickered.

"Father, mother and concubine."

Meng Huan turned his head. After Lin Bozhou calmed down, he seemed to be suppressing an evil spirit, and the stars in his eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps: "My son is not filial."

He stood in front of the coffin, his figure shaken by the candlelight.

Meng Huan was startled, not understanding why he said he was not filial.

"Father and mother concubine hope that their son will help the clan, defend the imperial prestige so that the imperial power will not fall by the wayside, and bring Dazong back to the right track, but the son can't do it."

Not only that, but the son also has wolfish ambitions.

Shi Zonglu, an extremely human minister, enjoys all the glory and wealth without thinking of repaying it. It is not others, but his son.

Even if the father was deposed, he never had the heart of disobedience, and he was still planning for the clan and worrying about the Lin family's country.

But son, now he thinks that the world will be flooded and the Lin family on the throne will be wiped out.

Lin Bozhou was dressed in plain clothes and stood quietly in front of the coffin.

For so many years, he has no complaints against his parents, only the kindness of bringing him up.

Even the chains that bound his hands were too strong and held him in place heavily, he never thought of escaping.

But after breaking free, Lin Bozhou found it extremely easy.

"My son has one thing to do. We will meet each other in the future. Don't blame the father, mother and concubine Wanwang, and don't be disappointed in your son." Lin Bozhou raised his eyes to look at the coffin, his eyebrows were steady, and his voice was gentle.But the repression and ambition in the words seem to be the cruelest revenge against his father in so many years.

"Hula-"

A gust of wind in the tomb passage blew the lights crookedly, making the tomb extremely cold. The palace lantern was blown against the wall of the tomb, making a sound of "Ka Ka Ka!", and the sound kept expanding, as if expressing anger .The atmosphere in the cramped darkroom suddenly became terrifying.

Lin Bozhou squinted his eyes, looked straight at the coffin in the middle of the apse, like a silent wrestling, and no one would give in.

The wind blew for a while, and then slowly stopped.

Meng Huan's eyes rolled and his throat rolled: "Husband."

"Don't be afraid," Lin Bozhou squeezed his hand, "The dead are dead, nothing can stop me."

Meng Huan still couldn't stand the atmosphere in the tomb.

"Then go back."

Two figures carried palace lanterns out of the tomb, and Eunuch Chen hurried forward to light them.There were also two middle-aged women standing, wearing white clothes and wooden hairpins, standing aside with the help of a maid.

"My lord."

They are the two concubines of the former king.If he was alive and could not be buried with him, he guarded the tomb next to the king's tomb, and was buried next to the former king after his death.

Lin Bozhou said: "I have seen the two concubines."

In terms of seniority, they are both Lin Bozhou's mothers, but in terms of status, they cannot be compared with Lin Bozhou.I just heard that he came to see the late king, and the two concubines came out to meet him.

Meng Huan couldn't help looking more at these two simple women.

They seem to be Lin Bozhou's only relatives.

However, there was only a simple way to ask for warmth, and asked the attendants to send more daily necessities to Wang Ling, so Lin Bozhou led Meng Huan: "Let's go."

Lin Bozhou didn't care about these relatives.

At the gate of the mausoleum, the cold wind chilled my ears.

Meng Huan couldn't help asking, "Have we met our parents?"

Lin Bozhou: "I've seen it."

Meng Huan was free to think: "If your father was alive, would he be satisfied with me?"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Live a life for your husband and Huanhuan, of course the idea of ​​your husband is more important."

"hey-hey."

Make it shallow.

What Meng Huan wanted was this sentence: "It doesn't matter what they think."

It was getting late at night, and the ground was covered with snow. Meng Huan rode his horse again under the support of Lin Bozhou, and his warm body wrapped him up again behind his back.

"Let's go, ride a big horse! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

Lin Bozhou reined in the horse's reins to turn around, and his attendants followed far behind, leading Meng Huan up a hill that was not too high or too low.Standing on the hillside, you can overlook the entire Guzhou City. At night, the city is filled with lights from thousands of families, with the surging Yellow River on your side and surrounded by mountains behind you.

Meng Huan's waist and abdomen were hugged by his strong arms, not cold, but the breath in his ears was hot.

With bright eyes, he carefully looked at every trace of the mountains and rivers, every gate of the city, and every corner of the river.He missed Lin Bozhou's first 26 years, and returned to the place where he grew up. Meng Huan wanted to trace his past to confirm the fantasy picture.

"You grew up here?"

"Correct."

"Have you ever been to this mountain?"

As the wind and snow pressed, Lin Bozhou pulled the cloak to hug him, and kissed Meng Huan's ear lightly: "I've been there, there is a Taoist temple with strong incense, it is said that zombies were once sealed, the rumors are weird."

As if seeing the scene he described, Meng Huan's drunken eyes brightened with interest, avoiding Lin Bozhou's itchy ears: "Have you ever been to this mountain?"

"I've been." The horse paced lightly.

Lin Bozhou's voice was extremely gentle: "This mountain has lush vegetation and steep roads. Tigers and leopards often appear. When my husband was 16 years old, a wild animal came down the mountain and attacked the villagers. My husband went into the mountain with a bow and arrow and hunted a black one. leopard."

"Wow. So will you still hunt in the future?"

Lin Bozhou pinched his chin: "It's hitting."

Meng Huan issued an order: "Take your wife with you, and don't enjoy yourself alone."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips and kissed him, "Take your wife."

His lips were originally a little cold, but after he lightly rubbed Meng Huan's lips, the temperature rose, and a little scent of wine wafted in the air.

Meng Huan curled up in his arms, with his eyelids half-closed, pointed to all the hills he could see, and at the same time was a little sleepy by his kiss,

So, he looked at Lin Bozhou obediently and honestly.

"Husband, I'm sleepy."

The young man was drunk, and his voice was very soft.

Since returning from the war, Meng Huan probably felt that there was no threat around him, so he completely gave up using his brain, and behaved like a giant baby in front of Lin Bozhou.

But his husband is happy, hey, he is as happy as he is.

Lin Bozhou laughed, and there was nothing he could do about him: "Huanhuan is sleepy? Then go back to the posthouse to sleep, and my husband will hug you to sleep, okay?"

Meng Huan rubbed his cheek against his chin: "My husband is the best, my husband is the best."

It belongs to the extent that there is a third party next to him who can be killed.

Lin Bozhou smiled sincerely, he thought Meng Huan was so cute.

These childish little love words are a bit too much for those who have emotional experience, but they are just right for Lin Bozhou, an old virgin who got married too late and never enjoyed love.

Footprints of horseshoes appear in the snow, and the horses pace slowly, as if deliberately prolonging the world of snowy nights for young couples who are alone.Meng Huan acted like a baby all the way, and Lin Bozhou was entangled with a smile that was not a smile. In the backyard, Meng Huan stared at him with red eyes: "Sleep, don't socialize with other people, you have to stay with me, I am your wife."

Lin Bozhou said warmly, "Okay, I made a mistake for my husband."

behind.

Chen An's anxious voice came: "The prince is finally back?"

"..."

Meng Huan turned his head away and returned to a normal person in a second, for fear that the coquettish words just now would be heard by another person.

"What's the matter?" Lin Bozhou's voice became steady.

"Many people piled presents in the backyard, and even sent greeting cards. They will come to the palace to meet the prince someday. Chen An doesn't know whether to accept it, so they all stop, and now they are waiting for the prince's arrangement."

arrange arrange arrange.

One day, all of you who disturb the young couple's relationship will be wiped out!

Meng Huan: qaq.

Lin Bozhou played with two words on the tip of his tongue: "Gift."

Chen An is very smart, he didn't decide these things without authorization, but waited for Lin Bozhou's instructions.

The reason is simple.

When Lin Bozhou returned to Guzhou as the center of power of the former imperial court, he was bound to stir up turbulent waves!His attitude towards Guzhou officials tonight determines his way of dealing with affairs in Guzhou in the next period of time, how about flattery?Are you interested in politics?Which interest do you want to divide Guzhou?

His performance will also be recorded and presented to Emperor Xuanhe.

Uncontested, still ambitious.Words and deeds are consistent, if not, then he will be backlashed after cheating Emperor Xuanhe and exposed, and may not cause physical harm to him, but at least he will not be able to keep his reputation as a loyal minister, and he will be scolded for putting on airs.

Lin Bozhou put his arms around the boy's waist. When Meng Huan was sleepy, he didn't want to listen to politics and just wanted to go back to the house to sleep, but he was held by Lin Bozhou and couldn't move, and he was struggling a little.

"Husband, let go..."

Lin Bozhou fiddled with his hair: "Go back to bed with you right away."

He raised his eyes, and said lightly: "Go back."

Guessing that Lin Bozhou would make this choice.

Chen An bowed his waist and asked cautiously: "Yes, the excuse is..."

If the reason is not sufficient, it will be even more hypocritical.

Lin Bozhou looked at him, with a faint smile on his lips: "When the former king and the first concubine passed away, this king went to the capital without keeping his filial piety. , decided to keep filial piety for their parents for one year."

He paused,

"I didn't see any guests during the mourning period. Is this an excuse enough?"