Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The hunting ground is more than ten miles away from the outer city, and the journey is relatively long.

Meng Huan didn't know how to ride a horse, so he climbed into the carriage by himself, and just as he sat down, he saw two fingers opening the curtain, Lin Bozhou lowered his head, and stepped on his shoes to enter.

Meng Huan looked at him: "Doesn't your lord ride a horse?"

"It's inconvenient to ride in the outer city because there are too many people here."

The carriage outside the mountain added: "One is that it is easy to meet assassins, and the other is to disturb the people. Most of the princes ride in carriages when they are in the inner city."

"Oh." Meng Huan had no choice but to give him half of his seat.

After sitting down, the two looked at each other.

Maybe it was because they were too intimate touching the horse just now, but now Meng Huan always felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and unconsciously remembered the inexplicable thoughts about the carriage that night...

Weird, think again.

"..."

After thinking about it, Meng Huan turned his head to the other side.

Damn, really shameful.

The chariots and horses headed all the way to the hunting ground outside the city, and the streets along the way were bustling. After arriving in the outer city, Lin Bozhou changed to riding a horse. He buckled the saddle and turned on the horse neatly, tightening the grip of the colt, looking like a heroic figure.

The scenery outside the city is beautiful. Meng Huan once learned a piece of "Traveling in a Well", "Those who come to the spring for tea, those who sing in the pot, and those who are dressed in red", can be seen everywhere in the streams and forests outside the city. lively atmosphere.

"My lord, the student just thought of a verse that can sing the praises of this landscape!"

"My lord, the students also thought of a song!"

"..."

Meng Huan turned his head and found that some Qing guests started to recite poems and compose Fu.

This is an elegant form of entertainment for the ancients, traveling and composing poems. Many literati are keen to travel with tricks, but Lin Bozhou doesn't like frivolous behavior. They are generally more serious and just compose poems.

For example, the original host is very talented, he can write stereotyped essays, and he is also good at composing poems, but all of them are poems scolding Lin Bozhou, which caused Lin Bozhou to fight with him even more fiercely.

Along the way, Meng Huan couldn't quite understand the poems and songs that the Qingkes sang one after another, but he also liked the happy atmosphere. nod.

Good poetry, good poetry!

Everyone is so cultured!

Meng Huan especially likes people who are good at reading.

The guests heard Meng Huan's applause and turned around to ask, "Does the princess like poetry or poetry?"

"Students can compose a few poems for the princess."

"The student thought of a song chanting the beauty, which complements the appearance of the princess!"

"........."

Being so enthusiastic, Meng Huan felt a little embarrassed, and turned to look at Lin Bozhou.

——I don't know why, but he has no idea, so he subconsciously loves to look at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou was funny: "Huanhuan can listen to it, if you like it, ask someone to copy it down."

With Lin Bozhou's approval, Qing Ke immediately began to recite the poem clearly and clearly. The poem was very plain, probably taking care of Meng Huan's education level.

——Smart people have already seen that they are happy to please the princess and prince!

The unintelligent Qingke is still thinking about landscape poetry!

Meng Huan was at a loss, while Lin Bozhou smiled, squinted his eyes, and lazily tightened the rope: "It's good that the princess is happy."

There was a harmonious atmosphere along the way, not only those who recited poems, but also those who specialized in telling jokes. After understanding Lin Bozhou's intentions, they all circled around Meng Huan, talking, learning and singing, which made Meng Huan laugh straight away.

When they reached a mountain depression, there was a faint movement in front of them.

Lin Bozhou reined in the horse's reins, and the horse neighed endlessly.

"what happened?"

The line of sight in the carriage was blocked, and Meng Huan couldn't see anything. When he turned his head slightly, he heard a burst of scolding: "Lin Bozhou, Lin Bozhou, you still have the mood to travel! Now the imperial court's yellow bell is destroying and abandoning the tiles. Bad on you!"

An exasperated male voice.

The crowd suddenly fell into chaos.

Everyone looked at each other: "This..." "What's going on?" "Who is this person?"

The voice continued:

"You killed my father, sooner or later you will die a bad death!"

"You deserve your eye disease! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it!" This man obviously didn't want his life, and he only cursed in the most vicious direction, purely to vent his anger.

"The center of the topic gradually returned to Lin Bozhou in panic; "My lord..."

Lin Bozhou lifted his eyelids, his eyes were not focused, and he looked calmly at the person who spoke.

The man was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, and after cursing this sentence, he let out a scream, as if he was led into the field by a stick, and his mouth gnawed on the soil.

Lin Bozhou held the reins in his hands, and tapped the side of his legs with the whip one after another. He could not see any anger, and his tone was calm: "Humiliate the royal family in public, and send it to the government for punishment."

The guards escorted the sudden appearance away.

The turmoil subsided immediately, as if no one had appeared just now.

Lin Bozhou had offended too many people. Being stopped and scolded on the road was not inexperienced. He said, "Continue to write poems, don't worry about it."

After Lin Bozhou said it all, the Qing guests stumbled twice and continued to read the poem.

——It’s just the atmosphere, it’s not as lively as before.

Meng Huan hung the door curtain, how could he not understand.

Lin Bozhou's biggest pain point is his eyes, perhaps the only thing that can make him emotionally turbulent is these eyes that are always repaired.He fell off a horse when he was young, and his eyes were bleeding. He was blind for several months at the time. For a long time, some people thought that he would never see again. Later, the light was restored. No matter how deep the night was, Lin Bozhou would light a lamp.

Although he never said it, he cared about these eyes that could be damaged at any time.

People in this world are very strange. When they attack others, they often attack their sore spots.

In the original book, Lin Bozhou's political opponents really couldn't beat him, and couldn't take back the power in his hands, so they had to give him the nickname "Blind Lord", which was often used to ridicule him.

The original owner Shou also often ridiculed him as a blind man, causing Lin Bozhou's outwardly glamorous skin to be torn apart, revealing the madness in his background. He obviously had feelings for him, but he couldn't help but kill each other.

...Indeed.

Going out to play in a happy mood, suddenly being scolded by someone, it's a bit boring for no reason.

Meng Huan put down the curtain, returned to the carriage and sat down.

For this group of people, even if Lin Bozhou said lightly that it would be okay to continue, they all knew that Lin Bozhou was out of mood, and the atmosphere became silent and awkward.

Meng Huan had nothing to do in this atmosphere, so he just stayed there.

When they arrived at a post pavilion on the bank of the cool lake, they ordered the team to repair temporarily. Immediately, someone set up a seat for Lin Bo's boat and brought tea and snacks.

"Does the princess want to get out of the carriage to rest?"

Hearing the servant's question, Meng Huan hummed and sat beside Lin Bozhou.

When he sat down, Meng Huan looked at his face secretly but carefully.

Lin Bozhou drank his tea with downcast eyes, his expression calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Meng Huan curled his lips unconsciously and sighed inwardly.

Hey.

The most despicable thing is for someone to hide after being wronged.

Although Meng Huan had different political views from him, he also felt that it was not good to attack his eyes. When he was sitting and thinking about how to comfort him, Lin Bozhou spoke first: "Would you like some snacks?"

"Ah?" Meng Huan looked up.

"Bring tea, bring it up." Lin Bozhou looked at him with dark eyes, "It's cool in the pavilion, you can sit for a while, we'll set off after Huanhuan has eaten enough."

After finishing speaking, the servants placed the refreshments on the stone table.

Meng Huan picked up a piece of sugar cake and took a bite. His fingers got a little bit of crumbs, and the tip of his tongue tasted sweet.

His mind was moving extremely slowly, thinking about it or saying: "My lord, can I tell you a joke?"

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou turned his gaze sideways.

Meng Huan felt so embarrassed, why did he suddenly bring up this topic, but he gritted his teeth, and the embarrassment stopped after the first sentence: "A man stood under the window and sang to the girl he liked, and the girl threw it down for a while. Zhihua, but this person's head was injured, my lord, guess why?"

Quiet for a while.

An extremely naive question.

Lin Bozhou didn't ignore him, but seemed to think for a while before saying, "I can't guess, Huanhuan tell me."

Before Meng Huan could say anything, he laughed first, showing his small white teeth, "Because the girl forgot to pick the flowers out of the pot."

"..."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Pfft—" Shan Xing laughed out loud beside him.

Lin Bozhou looked at him.

Shan Xing smiled and said, "My lord, this is funny."

"..."

Lin Bozhou's lips moved slightly, he lowered his eyes, and looked at Meng Huan again.

Meng Huan realized that he was not only not funny, but also a little embarrassed. He took a bite of the sweet cake and said, "Well, I have another joke. A drunk man accidentally fell from the third floor and attracted the police Oh no, the police gathered around and asked him what was going on—My lord, do you know what the drunk man said?"

Lin Bozhou's eyes darkened, and he said patiently, "I don't know, Huanhuan will tell me again."

Meng Huan felt both awkward and funny: "The drunk man said: I don't know! I just arrived too."

"........."

Lin Bozhou's lips parted, and he let out an inexplicable hum.

Beside him, Shan Xing laughed from ear to ear again: "My lord, this is also funny."

"..."

Luo Juan frowned, and glanced at him, and then at Lin Bozhou, who had a calm expression. The wrinkles between his brows deepened. It was obvious that he was in the same mood as Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan's joke was finally finished, and he laughed happily. After he was happy, he found that Lin Bozhou's expression was flat, as if he simply felt that the joke was so cold, and he didn't feel better.

"..."

Meng Huan suppressed his smile, his ears were a little red, he lowered his head and stuffed the small sugar cake with teeth marks on it into his mouth, while chewing, he looked at Lin Bozhou nervously.

It seems that he is really not in a good mood.

I have coaxed him, but I am not happy.

That being the case, Meng Huan licked his lips, and simply hit the ball straight: "My lord, just smile."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou's eyes dropped.

A few gusts of wind blew from the pavilion, blowing away the hair on Meng Huan's forehead, revealing a white and clean forehead.His eyes were bright, he looked at Lin Bozhou, and said seriously:

"If you laugh, you will forget what happened just now. Sometimes, having a good memory is not a good thing."

It was as if something was slowly slacking off.

Facing the bright eyes, Lin Bozhou slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Really."