Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

What a reputation to spread!

Lin Bozhou worked diligently and pleaded for the people for six years in the regent of the capital. Zhu Lizhen put his life and death on the line to defend against the enemy when he invaded. The mother and concubine are filial.

but……

When Lin Bozhou started to count, each chess piece landed perfectly, as if it were the tightest scale.Chen An has followed him for more than ten years, the more he sees the flawless perfection, the more he can feel Lin Bozhou's deep and dark madness.

With a trembling voice, he took orders and said, "Yes, my lord."

Lin Bozhou took Meng Huan back to the house to rest, Chen An thanked all the guests and cleared the accounts, and met with Shan Xing after drinking at night.

Shan Xing looked down at his account book: "Your Majesty sent all the things back?"

"I sent them all back, I didn't want any of them."

"The reason is to keep filial piety for the former king and concubine, and you have lived in seclusion this year?"

"Yes." Chen An's heart was pounding, and he looked at him blankly, "Pingzhi, my heart is beating so fast, and I always feel flustered and short of breath recently, what happened recently?"

"What's the matter?" Shan Xing restrained his smile, looked around and saw no one around, "Didn't you guess the purpose of the prince?"

Chen An was sweating profusely, his lips were pale.

Fear was reflected in his pupils, the hand that clenched the account book trembled violently, and tears welled up in an instant: "I hate your majesty for being ruthless, forcing the prince to take this unrighteous path...I hate your majesty for being ruthless, I can't tell good from bad." Loyalty and treachery, let the prince despair like death...I hate..."

Yamako was infected by him, staring at him silently.

"You and I are both scholars, and we are most afraid of the word 'reverse'. But now the imperial court is doing the opposite, and it is no longer the 'righteousness' we are persistently pursuing. The imperial court has been 'reverse', so the 'anti' imperial court is for 'rectification'. You I know that the lord is not wrong, even he doesn't care about feathers, what loyalty do you and I ask for?"

Chen An burst into tears: "Why do you bother to suspect me? I don't have the 'positive', 'negative', and 'loyalty' in my heart. I only sigh for the prince and worry about the future."

"I'm also worried about the future." Shan Xing gritted his teeth, "But the prince treats us well, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will go, and I will go to the cave of bones."

There is no one else in the room, so I am afraid that the partition wall has ears.

What they said, the scale is already too big.

Chen An wiped away her tears with a handkerchief: "Don't talk anymore, just do what the prince told you to do."

The next morning Lin Bozhou returned to the palace.

Standing outside the door, Meng Huan looked at the tall and deep courtyard in front of him, his almond eyes brightened: "Is this our home?"

Lin Bozhou got out of the car with his cane tightly, and said lazily, "What? Not satisfied? It's not as big as the courtyard in the capital."

"No," Meng Huan curled his lower lip, "I'm in a good mood to move to a new house, how can you say that about me."

Lin Bozhou laughed, and entered the door together with him.

Meng Huan also heard the news that Lin Bozhou was going to be a filial piety for his parents for a year, so he pulled his sleeves and asked, "Is it true that you won't leave the house this year?"

"No," Lin Bozhou hooked his hand back, signaling to comfort him, "It's just that the behavior should be restrained, and there are excuses to say goodbye to others."

Oh.

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Bozhou promised to take him out hunting last night.

Entering the main hall, Lin Bozhou talked to the steward of the mansion, probably asking about the situation in the mansion in the past six years. Meng Huan sat in a chair and drank a bowl of tea. After a while, he heard Lin Bozhou say: "My king is going to change clothes."

Before Meng Huan's puzzled voice came out, he turned and left.

I thought it was just an ordinary change of clothes, so I didn't pay much attention.

Meng Huan drank half a bowl of tea, and Lin Bozhou came forward behind the screen, his plain white flowing robes fell to the ground, and the gold and jade in his black hair were replaced with plain wooden hairpins. An extremely light and elegant air, extremely ascetic and solemn.

"..." Meng Huan's eyelids twitched, and he squeezed the tea lid tightly with his fingertips.

Lin Bozhou's clothes are either crimson or snow white, these two clothes look best on him, and Meng Huan likes them the most.

Lin Bozhou sat next to him and took a bowl of tea: "The eyes are straight."

"..."

Meng Huan quickly rubbed his eyes, and said innocently, "What's the matter, I think you look good in this outfit."

"Looks good? As long as Huanhuan likes it, I will wear it for another year."

"..."

Meng Huan's eyelids twitched: "Wear it for a year? To keep filial piety."

"Well, to observe filial piety, you must wear plain clothes. It is taboo to wear red and green, and heavy makeup."

"Okay," Meng Huan thought, "Then should I wear it?"

"You want to wear it? That's fine." Lin Bozhou's voice was flat, "After all, you are also the son and grandson of your father, queen, mother and concubine."

Meng Huan looked at him again from top to bottom.

He took a sip from his teacup: "I'll wear it when I sacrifice, I don't usually wear it."

Lin Bozhou never made it difficult for him: "Huanhuan is young, she looks better in brightly colored clothes." He turned his head and continued to talk to the chief of the palace.

The snow fell from the eaves to the ground, one after another, and occasionally a few strands floated in and melted into a thin layer of ice on the threshold.

Meng Huan forgot to drink the tea and looked around at his and Lin Bozhou's home.

From being unfamiliar with the place of life in the palace to being kidnapped by An Chui, going to Liaodong to fight, and returning to the capital in a thrilling way, I did not expect time to pass so quickly...

It feels like a dream.

After Lin Bozhou finished speaking with the housekeeper, he took Meng Huan to the funeral hall to offer sacrifices.

After anointing the tablets of father, queen, mother and concubine, there is nothing to do. The day of leisure and retirement comes. Meng Huan lights his chopsticks after eating: "What are you doing in the afternoon?"

After the last time, Meng Huan lacked interest in playing horse cranes, so he thought about it: "Take me around the palace?"

"It's good to have a look at our home." Lin Bozhou stood up leaning on his cane.

When they were strolling around the garden, they didn't call Qing Ke who recited poems and poems, but two figures holding hands, with servants and attendants following behind them from a distance.

The plum blossoms and mangroves in the garden were covered with snow, and the world was covered with snow. Meng Huan ran in the snow for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and asked You Jin to get the easel.

Lin Bozhou: "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan: "When you were in Jizhou, you couldn't see. I told you to draw it when you won the battle. Husband, you wait, I can still remember it now."

Lin Bozhou smiled.

Sitting down in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, the easel was brought over, Meng Huan slightly changed the brush, and the delicate strokes spread across the paper.

Lin Bozhou sat beside him and looked down at him: "Huanhuan is really amazing."

"That's not great. I've learned it for many years."

Thinking of his life experience, Lin Bozhou smiled slightly and said nothing.

The whole afternoon passed, Lin Bozhou was drinking tea, Meng Huan was painting, the time passed quickly, and Meng Huan handed the completed picture to him: "This is the picture of cattle and sheep tied with firecrackers chaotic Zhu Lizhen's formation."

Lin Bozhou praised: "Spectacular."

Meng Huan was very happy: "I will draw you a picture every day."

"Okay, I draw every day. However, it's been cold recently, so it's fine to draw in spring." Lin Bozhou reached out and took Meng Huan's frozen red hand into his palm, rubbed it lightly, and took a sip of hot air.

The afternoon was spent unconsciously. After dinner, Meng Huan felt a little idle: "Are you going to read later?"

"what book?"

"According to your previous habits, don't you want to read a book after dinner? You also need to listen to the guest's reading strategy—"

Lin Bozhou said lightly: "I won't watch it."

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him with a strange look, and he didn't say a word: Are you really as bad as me now?

"However," Lin Bozhou turned his eyes and started talking enthusiastically, "it's more interesting to teach Huanhuan how to read backwards."

Dad's boyfriend just likes to teach his wife.

Lin Bozhou treated him tenderly, and Meng Huan also liked it in his heart: "Well, I also want you to teach me how to read."

Lin Bozhou greeted his servants: "Bring a few literate books to the study."

The manager looked at their faces and replied: "Yes."

On the side of the study is the sleeping hall. After entering, there are several books on the table. Meng Huan just wanted to open them, and found that besides a few "Hundred Surnames" and "Thousand Characters", there are also thread-bound books with pictures of beauties on the cover , a comic strip.

Lin Bozhou clenched his cane and signaled his servants: "You all go out."

Meng Huan turned the pages of the book, the words were correct, but it didn't seem to be serious reading.He raised his eyelids in confusion and asked, "What is this?"

Lin Bozhou took it and glanced at it, then closed his eyes: "Vernacular novels."

"..." Meng Huan became interested, and quickly brought it over, "Let me see."

The traditional Chinese characters are arranged vertically, and it is extremely difficult for him to read a page at random, and he needs to read it before he can pass his brain: "...a more sharp move... And Ying thought it was too fierce, so she started crying..."

He read a few sentences and felt something was wrong, and when he raised his head in a daze, he saw Lin Bozhou's lips slightly lifted, and a teasing smile appeared in his eyes.

Meng Huan threw the book back to the desk, blushing, "This seems to be... a pornographic novel."

Lin Bozhou agreed: "Then why is Huanhuan still reading it out?"

"..." Meng Huan got annoyed after reading it, blushing and said, "I don't know, I can't read well, and I can't scan the whole page at a glance like you."

Lin Bozhou's smile deepened.

Meng Huan suddenly became unhappy: "You laugh at me!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh," Lin Bozhou retracted the corners of his lips, picked up the book again and glanced at the title, holding hands to force him to sit down, "My husband hasn't read any romance novels yet, Huanhuan, come over and read it with my husband .”

Meng Huan: "Don't watch."

After being persuaded by his good words, Meng Huan sat in his arms, calmed down and stared at the small book in front of him full of curiosity.

... This rare ancient pure love novel is about a story about a man and a man, and it really doesn't have too much serious content in it.

Lin Bozhou flipped the paper with his fingers, his gaze lowered, his posture of reviewing the novel seemed to be critiquing, and his breath fell into Meng Huan's ear: "This book seems quite obscene."

"..."

Meng Huan licked his lower lip, and said to himself, do you know that you are the hero of a dirty novel?

Lin Bozhou chatted: "Has Huanhuan read this kind of vernacular novels before?"

Meng Huan blushed and stared at him stutteringly.

He couldn't speak, Lin Bozhou guessed: "Is that watching?"

Not only did he watch, Meng Huan also read a lot, Huashi Premium Account.

If it wasn't for all the pornographic waste in the mind, who would try to read the flesh of the conspiracy and be forced to wear books qaq?

He blushed, feeling embarrassed: "I haven't watched a lot either."

Youyou said innocently: "I just watched a little bit."

The voice is fluttering, the ending is weak, and it is obviously a lie.

Lin Bozhou gently pinched the back of his neck with his fingers together, and his voice sounded like a smile but not a smile: "Little pervert."

"........."

Meng Huan's throat choked, why did I become a pervert?

In his mind, he recalled that when Lin Bozhou was blind, he peeked at him taking a bath, and even urged him to drink chicken soup.

"..."

Lin Bozhou was pretending to be blind at the time, he should have known about it long ago, right?

Meng Huan bit his lip and wanted to explain a few words, but Chen An's voice came from outside the door.

He brought a letter to Lin Bozhou.

In the letter was the news that Marquis Zhenguan had been crowned king in Liaodong.