Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Meng Huan looked like he admired him very much and was eager to have sex with him.

But he was betting whether Lin Bozhou would really touch him.

In the book, Lin Bozhou's arrogance is obvious to all. He once said a sentence:

"In this half of my life, this king is best at bending the unyielding spine, smashing the hard white jade, drying up the clear water, kneeling those who hate me, and submitting to the arrogant, but I don't like to force others to like me."

This is his arrogance, everyone hates him deeply, and he also hates others deeply in his heart.Only the strong are worthy of his gaze, the obedient are not worthy at all.

Meng Huan, who played the part of the submissive, waited quietly after speaking, with an unspeakable tension in his back, and he looked at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou's eyes reflecting the fire were like dark blood. After a while, he raised his finger and gently leaned on Meng Huan's forehead: "Liar."

"Ah?" Meng Huan tilted his head when he poked him.

Lin Bozhou poked again: "This king said, liar."

Meng Huan: "..."

The very low voice caused slight ripples, making Meng Huan stunned for a moment.

"Treat others for fools? Play a storybook?" Lin Bozhou motioned to the left and right, "Go back to bed if you don't want to wait for bedtime. Come, light up the lamp."

"..."

The servant came in and waited.

Knowing that Lin Bozhou didn't sleep with him, Meng Huan's mood suddenly eased.But the tightness suddenly disappeared, his forehead was still cool with a light touch, and his heart felt empty.

The sound of "liar" echoed in his ears. Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou didn't seem to be very angry, but simply felt uninterested.

Of course, Lin Bozhou likes people who are smart, have the world in mind, and have the ability to fight him.He is extremely powerful, and he is surrounded by people who are sycophants. When there is another flattering face by his side, naturally there is nothing to attract him.

It seems that the salted fish method is still working, Meng Huan said in his heart.

But... In this way, there is no way to charm Lin Bozhou.

As if being stabbed in the chest by his soft knife, Meng Huan felt a little depressed.

But anyway, I won tonight.

With his little hands behind his back, Meng Huan won the strategy game for the first time, put on a serious face, and walked back with heavy steps.

In the yard, the maids and male servants were knocking sunflower seeds, guessing: "What time do you think the prince and madam are going to sleep tonight?"

"Hehehe, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep, let's get it until dawn!"

"Damn ghost! Just say some nasty things!"

When they were discussing enthusiastically, they heard a crisp and tender "I'm back!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Meng Huan entering the yard with his hands behind his back, his expression very deep.

Calculating the time, it's not even late at night, and he came back not long after he left, obviously he didn't succeed in sleeping.The maid dropped the melon seed shell: "Madam..."

Meng Huan also grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "What's wrong."

The maids looked at each other and asked, "Ma'am, are you not sleeping?"

Meng Huan happily said: "Yeah!"

"........."

The expressions of the maids became terrified.

This era doesn't pay much attention to love. When married couples get married, they always open a blind box. They just sleep without seeing their faces clearly under the quilt. Other gentlemen take concubines and sleep that night. However, the wife took off her pants with the prince twice in a row and didn't wait. Bedtime success!

What does this mean? It's not that their wife is out of favor, but that the prince has a problem with him and deliberately left him cold!

The maids put down the melon seeds and began to comfort: "Madam, don't be too sad, I am afraid that the prince has a relapse of eye disease recently, and he is busy with business, so he is not very interested."

"It's not that Madam's hue has declined."

"Madam is good-looking, nice-sounding, and sweet-natured, don't be sad because of the prince's temporary neglect..."

"?" Meng Huan, "I'm not sad."

"Ma'am, don't talk about it, the servants understand." As he spoke, someone actually wiped away his tears.

This is the sad thing about wives and concubines in ancient times. They depended on men. If they were not favored, it seemed that the value of life could not be realized, and the sky would fall down.

Meng Huan tried to comfort him: "Although the prince doesn't want to have sex with me, but I have delicious food and drink, that's good."

"Can……"

The maids looked at each other in blank dismay, "But madam can't get the prince's favor, and can't fulfill her duties as a wife. It's really against human relations. If it spreads, others will make fun of it!"

Help, the feudal remnants are terrible.

"What's so ridiculous about this?" Meng Huan said seriously, "That's because they are short-sighted. Go to the yard now, look at the stars in the sky, listen to the cicadas and frogs in the summer night, and feel the breeze blowing by. The rustling of the treetops, do you feel the vastness and breadth of life, and besides working and taking care of the family, people have many interesting things every day?"

maid:"…………"

Knowing that there was no way to change their ingrained ideas, Meng Huan lay down and walked into the wing room: "Sisters, go to bed, I'm going to bed too."

"Yes, ma'am."

The maids retreated to the wing room one after another, leaving only one servant at the outer door on duty overnight.

After the surrounding fell into silence, Meng Huan patted the quilt, preparing to fall asleep.

However, there seemed to be a slight coolness on his forehead.

He thought of Lin Bozhou gently tapping his head, with an elegant posture and a look of extreme helplessness.

... hot.

Meng Huan raised his hand and lightly touched the forehead he had touched.

It's still a little hot.

Thinking of Lin Bozhou's body temperature, his whole body seemed to have a fever and began to heat up uncontrollably.

Meng Huan mumbled and turned over, hiding his face under the quilt.

——A body with a high "fitness" is really annoying.

For the next few days, Meng Huan did not see Lin Bozhou.

He thought it was because of the aggressiveness of this rotten Dafa, but it was only after chatting with the maids that day that he found out that it was Lin Bozhou who recovered from his eye disease and returned to the cabinet to start handling affairs, returning to his previous busy state.

He became a powerful minister with less than one person and more than ten thousand people, and the atmosphere in the mansion was unprecedentedly lively. As Lin Bozhou's servants, they were all very happy.

Meng Huanxin said: All right.

From another point of view, when Lin Bozhou started to go to work, Meng Huan's happy life as a widow also began hehehe.

I spent the whole morning drawing pictures in the courtyard. At noon, I heard the maid Feng Zhi calling for dinner. Meng Huan said "Here we come", put down his brush and walked in to serve the table. When he saw the food, he said "Huh" There are only three dishes and one soup? At the beginning, there were thirty courses, then ten courses, and now it has directly become four courses?"

Feng Zhi's face was full of desolation: "Ma'am, alas."

Hearing her sigh, Meng Huan understood what was going on: "Is it because I'm not favored?"

"Yes," Feng Zhi nodded, "The slaves in the palace are the best at watching people order dishes. The news that Madam didn't go to bed that night spread, and everyone became less enthusiastic and began to neglect Madam."

I see.Meng Huan sat down and was very satisfied with the food in front of him: "It's not a big problem, four dishes are enough."

Feng Zhi smiled and said, "Madam is so easy to raise."

In fact, to be honest, not only the other servants in the mansion neglected him, but also the eight maids and eight male servants in the yard began to neglect him. Only Fengzhi and a few little sisters took care of him all the time.

Meng Huan told her to sit down and eat together, but he was about to decline when a voice came from outside the door.

"Is Madam there?"

The voice was vaguely familiar, Meng Huan raised his head vaguely with the chicken leg in his mouth, and first saw the figures of a few maids and male servants.

Xu Fangu, who was punished by Lin Bozhou some time ago, stood at the door with a smile on her face, "Where is Madam eating?"

Meng Huan let out an "uh" sound, and the chicken leg fell into the bowl. Feng Zhi quickly stood up and walked out of the yard, apparently looking for someone, but was blocked.

"What are you going? Fengzhi, is the Gong bucket in the yard down? Go and pour it out."

Feng Zhi lowered his head: "It collapsed in the morning."

"Huh? But why does it smell bad to me? Could it be that you haven't done your housework well?" After speaking, Aunt Xu grabbed her by the collar and said, "Kneel down."

The voice contained majesty.

The atmosphere began to be delicate.

Meng Huan didn't look at the drumstick anymore, but looked at Xu Fanggu in front of him, and realized something.