Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

It seems that Lin Bozhou just came to see him before going to bed, and planned to leave after watching him.

It's just that when he walked out, he stopped his shoes: "Huanhuan, I will take a bath for my husband in two days, do you want to go to the hunting ground?"

"Hunting ground?" Meng Huan repeated.

Does it refer to a hunting ground where there are many horses, cattle and sheep, deer, roe deer, hunting around with bows and arrows?

Meng Huan's mood suddenly rose, and before he nodded, Lin Bozhou smiled first: "Today, you are alone in the mansion to catch small fish?"

Meng Huan licked his lips: "This prince also knows?"

"Well," Lin Bozhou pressed his voice in his throat, "Huanhuan thinks the mansion is boring, so I will take you out to have fun as a husband, okay?"

There was a tingling hoarseness in his voice.

Meng Huan was taken aback, and hummed.

After finishing his work, Lin Bozhou seemed to be going back to sleep, so he raised his hand to keep the curtain away, and the eunuch immediately lit up a lantern for him, and his figure disappeared outside the courtyard.

Meng Huan froze on the spot, feeling a bit chilled by the wind, only later did he realize that Lin Bozhou was going to take him out to play.

To make up for the unhappiness of going out on the street that day?

He seems really okay with himself.

Inexplicably, the words of the mountain trip in the afternoon flooded into my heart, and the strange feeling when I left the bedroom that day also began to recall.Meng Huan belongs to the type who gets a little confused after drinking too much and can't remember anything. He used to go out with his friends, and it is said that he smashed his head on the table when he was drunk, which scared his friends very much.

Meng Huan scratched his head and began to think, could it be that he really used Chinese medicine?

If you take traditional Chinese medicine yourself, who will prescribe the medicine?Only Xu Ruolin has the love potion in the restaurant, but isn't Xu Ruolin a friend of the original owner, why did he give the original owner the medicine?

Besides, what was his reason for drugging himself?

"..."

Meng Huan supported his head and began to feel pain.

He really hates this world of machinations that hurt others for his own benefit.

Lying down on the bed, Meng Huan closed his eyes and thought about it. Before he fell asleep, something flashed in his mind.

He seemed to see a carriage with gold inlaid wheels and silver thread on the saddle, and he stood in front of the carriage with his hips akimbo and said, "Wow, it's so beautiful..."

Another picture, already in the carriage.

There was a warm and cold sandalwood scent on the man's body, which radiated from his clothes, giving him an aloof and indifferent air. The crimson court dress on his body was embroidered with python patterns, with colorful patterns and imposing power. He looked so high and untouchable.

If it were Meng Huan in normal life, seeing Lin Bozhou in the uniform of a civil servant, he would immediately think of the image of him manipulating the government and killing people, and would stay away from him.

But in the picture, I am sitting in his arms, looking up at him, the distance between the tip of my nose is shortened to the extreme, intimate and intimate, and I seem to be able to recall the cool breath from the tip of his nose.

"Husband..." The voice was unbelievable.

Meng Huan's heart trembled, she turned her face to the side, and felt her kiss on his lips.Lin Bozhou's lips were cold, and his drooping eyes were also cold, as if he was going to push him away.

But I pressed him hard, leaned closer, scratched him hard, and then kissed his lips. The action was so rough that Lin Bozhou seemed to let out a soft sigh, and his lips were slightly red, which looked quite attractive.

"........."

Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes.

Fake!of!Bar!

First of all, how could I hug him like a estrous Omega, wanting to kiss and hug him.Furthermore, how could Lin Bozhou allow himself to kiss him so obediently?

Won't he just kick himself out? !

When Meng Huan rubbed his head desperately trying to shake off this illogical picture, while shaking and shaking, another even more outrageous picture appeared in his mind.

What he dreamed that day, Lin Bozhou, who enveloped him like a damp fog, still hugged him like a fog, looking down at himself.

He said, "Where?"

Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his arms, "Inside."

After getting approval, he saw Lin Bozhou's slender fingers brushing his hair back, moving his shoulders, and slowly moving forward, and then there was a pain in his body that made his spine chill.

Cold sweat came out of his back and ran down his forehead, Meng Huan seemed to be conscious of something.

……No way.

But this time, Meng Huan's voice of denial in his heart was not as firm as before... because everything was quite familiar, pressed into his mind, and came out together with the memory of his body, clear and real.

Meng Huan rubbed his head desperately.

Kneading, kneading, kneading, kneading, the hair on the head was slightly disheveled and curled up.

Meng Huan showed a confused and ashamed expression.

Before going hunting with Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan first moved from the courtyard to the main palace where the concubine lived, and then carried out a series of tedious activities, finally completing the ceremony.

It was a sunny day during the holidays, and there was a distance between the inner city of the capital and the outer city. Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely relaxed and cheerful.

When Meng Huan walked to the door, he saw Shan Xing standing lazily in light clothes with a bow and arrow on his back.

He saw Meng Huan: "Meet the princess."

Meng Huan: "Are you going hunting too?"

"Of course, not only the villain, but also many accompanying people."

Meng Huan looked around, and sure enough, Lin Bozhou went out to play, the battle was terrifying, the servants were in charge of his basic necessities, the guards were in charge of his life, Qing Ke was in charge of reciting poems and painting to cheer him up, there was a huge crowd of people Already waiting.

It is indeed a battle of powerful people.

When Meng Huan was stunned, he noticed the black bow on Shan Xing's back: "Are you going to use this later?"

Shan Xing said simply: "My lord uses it."

"Then why are you carrying it?" Just as he was about to say, Meng Huan nodded steadily.Hmm, forgot about the damn hierarchy again.

"My lord is a wolf raised in the northern grasslands. I have dealt with the civil servants of the court a lot in the past few years, and I have seen a lot of culture. But when my lord was still a son in Guzhou, he often led a yellow dog to hunt in the jungle. Fa," Shan Xing smiled at Meng Huan, "Wangfei can watch the prince's archery in a while, you will definitely fall in love with him."

"..." Is it so powerful?

While they were chatting, a voice came from behind: "The prince is here."

Meng Huan wanted to turn around, but a hand was gently placed on his shoulder.

A tall shadow fell on the side, accompanied by a faint voice: "Okay, excuse me."

He turned his head and saw that Lin Bozhou no longer had the plain clothes before, but changed into a neat and crisp uniform, with leather armor on his wrists and shoulders, and his hair tied up with jade hairpins. And killing spirit.

Meng Huan was inexplicably startled.

It is written in the original book that those who are at the top of the real power towers are both civil and military. Only the literary can only be a counselor, and only the military can only be a general. However, Lin Bozhou can check and balance the ministers of the Lang Temple internally, and lead the army to kill the enemy externally. The perfectly qualified ruler.

For example, later in the book when he conquered the original owner who recruited soldiers and bought horses in Jianzhouwei, he personally led the army.

Meng Huanxin said that fortunately, he did not take the road of assassinating Lin Bozhou.

It is estimated that before the knife fell, it was snatched by the split hand and killed.

But thinking of this, Meng Huan felt a little emotional again:

—what use am I?

"Is everyone here?" Lin Bozhou said, "Let's go when we arrive."

Chen An replied: "My lord, Luo Qianhu hasn't arrived yet."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes, and frowned impatiently. Just as he was about to reprimand, a few figures came hurriedly at the end, leading a light white horse, sweating profusely.

The young man in the lead was tall and straight, with bright and wild eyes like a martial arts practitioner. He squeezed his horsewhip tightly, sweat rolled down his forehead, and he sweated profusely in front of Lin Bozhou, "My lord."

Meng Yafeng and Bin Huan recognized it first.

This is Luo Juan, the son of the admiral of the Beijing Army whom he met the night before he was in the book.

Luo Juan patted the buttocks of the horse next to him with his big hands: "The sweat horse brought by Taipusi, the strongest one. Hey, the weather is hot, and I'm tired of it."

Lin Bozhou said in a relieved tone, "Why don't you come here on horseback?"

"Forget it," Luo Juan said, "My father will scold me for being unruly." He noticed Meng Huan and raised his hand, "Meet the princess."

"..."

For some reason, Meng Huan's social terror began to flare up when he saw a big hunk.

Then, subconsciously, he took a step behind Lin Bozhou.

He poked his head out and looked around, not knowing what to say.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled up slightly, and he lightly covered him with his hand, changing the subject: "Look, Huanhuan, how is this horse?"

Horses are an important part of the cavalry, they belong to military supplies, and they are equivalent to military weapons on the battlefield. Lin Bozhou's tone was like a player appreciating his beautiful record, and he sent a copy to his boyfriend.

Meng Huan looked at the horse.His whole body is white with a slight pink, probably because of the exercise just now, the blood vessels have swelled, and the redness of blood oozes faintly under the white skin, the muscles are well-defined, the shoulders are taller than adult men, and the posture is vigorous.

Luo Juan talked endlessly: "This is a hard-earned BMW donated by Shi Guo. The bloodline is pure. There are only five horses in the entire capital. It can leap several feet, and its shoulder height——"

Meng Huan said from the bottom of his heart, "It's so cute."

"?"

Luo Juan stopped talking.

It was the first time Meng Huan saw a horse, looked up and down, couldn't help but want to touch it, but was afraid of being kicked by the horse, so he looked at Lin Bozhou with bright eyes: "This horse is so cute!"

Luo Juan: "???"

He wanted to say: Wait a minute, princess, we usually call horses companions.

They are part of the battlefield.

Please don't tarnish our soldiers with the word cute——

Lin Bozhou's eyes were dark, his head was lowered, the corners of his lips raised inexplicably, as if giving up, he muttered to himself: "Okay, just be cute..."

Meng Huan was very excited without hearing what they meant, "Can I touch it?"

"can."

Meng Huan stretched out his hand tentatively, but immediately withdrew it, hesitating: "Will it kick me?"

This big hoof can kick me to death, right?

"Maybe," Lin Bozhou said in a low voice, "Spiritual horses are usually violent and will not be easily tamed."

"Oh,"

Meng Huan regretfully stopped, "Then I'd better—"

Without saying the word "do not touch", Lin Bozhou took a step forward, holding the rein with his knuckle fingers, and pulled the horse's head sideways.After being pulled by him, the horse, which was so noble at first sight, seemed very docile, pacing in place.

"I brought this horse to hunt during the spring outing. I tamed it at that time, and it recognized me." Lin Bozhou spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a small matter, "Huanhuan, come here, and I will lead you."

Meng Huan froze in place.

His sense of hierarchy is much weaker than that of the people here, but he sensed the stagnation of the surrounding atmosphere, and probably knew that Lin Bozhou helping him lead the horse was a matter of giving face like smoke from the ancestral grave.

Meng Huan licked his lips: "This is inappropriate..."

"Come here." Lin Bozhou didn't care.

Meng Huan approached apprehensively, his hand was held up by him, and stretched out to the forehead of this fine horse.

Lin Bozhou's hands were not so cold anymore, the palms were slightly hot, hooking Meng Huan's fingertips, the palms were slightly restrained to protect the hands, and slowly placed on the horse's head.

The touch of the thick mane is a bit harsh.

But what was more obvious was the heat from the back of the hand, soaking into the bone marrow along the skin, making Meng Huan's whole hand feel as if it had been electrified, soft and numb, and lost its strength.

Lin Bozhou leaned behind him, his voice was sweet: "Do you like it?"

The low-pitched bass that vibrated slightly in his chest pierced his eardrums, making Meng Huan's back stiff, and for some reason, the scene he saw in his sleep that night reappeared.

... Inexplicably, the apex of my heart seems to be very small, cramped.

Meng Huan stared at the horse and blushed.

Lin Bozhou looked at him with a happy expression.

Luo Juan, who was behind the two of them, frowned, bumped into Shan Xing beside him: "Did you feel it?"

Shan Xing: "I feel it."

"How long has this been going on, my lord?"

Shan Xing touched his chin: "It's been a while."

"Tsk." Luo Juanying frowned, "I really can't see these erotic things."

Shan Xing smiled, and his expression was a little emotional, "It's also a good thing."

Their prince seems to be a bit human.

Luo Juan tidied up and said, "Let's go, let's watch the prince go hunting."