Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Meng Huan woke up.

He sat under the quilt with his eyes half closed, sleepy, and his side was cold, and he woke up once in the middle of the night, when Lin Bozhou was no longer there.

Meng Huan sighed, put on his clothes and ate.Someone over there saw that he was awake, and immediately drove to the Forbidden City in a carriage to pass the news to Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou had a strong desire for control, and he had to control Meng Huan's every move. When he learned that Meng Huan had woken up, he agreed, relieved, and bowed his head to approve the ticket.

Cui Renfang, the chief minister of the cabinet, is old and has white beard and hair. He asked him with a smile in his spare time: "My lord, what do you think of the theater troupe that Han'er brought here yesterday?"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Very good, but the concubine didn't have the heart to listen to it yesterday. When he listens to it another day, I will tell the old man if I am happy."

The chief assistant of the cabinet smiled: "That's good, Han'er is an ignorant dandy, and my minister is worried every day that he is useless. Unfortunately, he is wrong, and the troupe he raises makes the princess happy. That is the virtue of my ancestors."

He was clever in flattery, Lin Bozhou had a smile on his lips, and looked kindly.

However, the entire imperial court, except for those who dared to speak to Lin Bozhou with deep thoughts, most of them kept their distance.

After all, besides the blind prince, Lin Bozhou also has a nickname of "Hanyu Prince".

In the court, Lin Bozhou was glamorous on the surface, dirty and dirty in the dark, killing countless people, and became a dark cloud over the heads of the officials.

Unfortunately, I still can't fight against that kind.

He was very angry. After all, Lin Bozhou was not too old. He was thirty years old, and fifty young Scholars. Many people only took off in their careers in the middle age.

But just can't fight.

After a few brief chats, they each lowered their heads, still drawing up votes for approval.

Lin Bozhou and Cui Renfang have ghosts in their hearts, and there is a discord between the outside and the inside. The smart people in the court should have guessed it a long time ago.

Cui Renfang was ambitious and had long wanted to be a minister of power. When the new emperor came to the throne, he resisted all opinions and transferred Lin Bozhou, who was only 20 years old, from Guzhou as the puppet regent, in order to contain the arrogance of the late emperor. .Sure enough, Lin Bozhou achieved his first goal beautifully.

——Win over the emperor.

Why eunuchs, a group of lifeless slaves, can make waves in history. The reason is that eunuchs are the emperor's close ministers, who control the emperor's food, clothing, housing and transportation. As the saying goes, the closer to the center of power, the better. Just blowing the wind in the ear can block the way of speech and spread rumors among the officials, and-the eunuchs have no descendants, and their only loyal object is the emperor, and the emperor will also trust the eunuchs infinitely.

But as long as the emperor wakes up, no matter how arrogant the eunuchs are, they will be taken down immediately, because eunuchs are an extension of imperial power, and as long as the emperor wakes up, there will be no eunuchs.

Back then, Lin Bozhou, the puppet king transferred by Cui Renfang, was weak and young, and his father was a deposed prince. He didn't seem to have any threats, but who knew that he had entered the palace three times and firmly captured the emperor's trust.

The little emperor killed eunuchs for him, killed eunuchs for him, listened to his words, and obeyed his control. From then on, he regarded all his ministers, emperors and teachers as nothing, and only had one emperor brother in his eyes.

As expected, Lin Bozhou, after gaining the emperor's trust, kicked away Cui Renfang who was trying to control him again, ascended to the sky in one step, took over the court, and now he is full of arrogance.

"..."

As long as Cui Renfang thinks about six years ago, his old heart aches.

Lin Bozhou was like this back then, with a gentle smile, and he called "teacher" one after another. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he was completely leading the wolf into the house!

Cui Renfang was the first person to see through Lin Bozhou's crime and bloodthirsty under the surface breeze, and he was also the first victim, but his career has been ups and downs for decades, there is nothing he can't bear, he judged the situation and handed over his power, He bowed his head to Lin Bozhou, tried to find his flaws, and took the opportunity to pull him down again.

He thought that he would be able to confuse Lin Bozhou in this way, but Yu Jia didn't expect that he still didn't confuse him.

Cui Renfang also sighed from time to time, how much danger and loneliness this young regent has experienced since childhood, to be so vigilant and precocious.

And compared to his youth and aggressiveness, he is getting older and older, almost no chance.

Putting on official documents, Lin Bozhou picked up a ticket and said suddenly, "Mr. Cui Ge, who will preside over the Beijing inspection at the beginning of next year, do you have any ideas in mind?"

Cui Renfang made a bow, and said: "My minister thinks, it will still be presided over by the Ministry of Officials and the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and then the officials of the science and Taoism will pick up the leftovers and fill in the vacancies, that's all."

Lin Bozhou hummed, but still looking at the draft, "Ge Lao is the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Officials is the elder of Ge, please pay more attention to Jing Cha."

Cui Renfang sweated a little on his forehead, nodded: "Yes."

Lin Bozhou then called to Chen Que, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites who was sorting out the documents next to him: "Chen Cifu."

Chen Que hurriedly said: "The minister is here."

"Most of the officials of the science and Taoism are selected by the scholars of the Imperial Academy, and they have a background in scientific examinations, so they are the students of your officials from the Ministry of Rites."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Now the imperial court is impetuous, we need to do some practical things in Beijing, but we must be careful not to be used by those who want to use it as a tool for the party to fight against dissidents."

Cui Renfang, the leader of the Zhuoliu, and Chen Que, the leader of the Qingliu, felt chills on their backs, and nodded in unison: "Yes."

It was hot and dry, with no wind.

Meng Huan ate breakfast and lunch together, and the time after eating was close to noon.

He went to bed too late in the morning, so he didn't intend to take a nap after dinner, but found a pavilion to sit and fan the wind.

It's so boring, so hot, and I can't do anything.

After sitting for a while, he heard something singing in the distance, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Feng Zhi: "Huh?"

"What is it that is singing?"

Feng Zhi snorted: "This is the theater troupe invited yesterday, isn't the concubine unwilling to listen to it? Now that the Qing customers have found it, they can order a song for a fee. There is probably a stage for singing over there."

"..." Meng Huan was silent.

What, Lin Bozhou bought this for him!

Give!he!purchase!of!

Give!he!purchase!of!

qwq!

Why didn't I enjoy it myself, but was enjoyed by the literati in the palace first!

Lin Bozhou stays up late every day to exchange his life for money, so let you enjoy it, right?

Meng Huan was angry at Lin Bozhou when a figure walked in front of him.

Shan Xing took a fan and bowed with a smile: "Princess, come to listen to the song?"

Meng Huan pursed his lips, very upset, seeing that there was an actor beside him, wearing makeup, and when he saw Meng Huan, he knelt down: "I pay my respects to the princess."

Meng Huan thought it was a woman, but unexpectedly the voice was a man's. His eyes widened slightly, with a surprised expression on his face.

The man smiled immediately, and said it again in a female voice: "Meet the princess."

Meng Huan: "Wow."

He seemed to be quite handsome, with the tip of his nose and cheeks painted red, with a red hairpin on his head, his figure was slim, and he looked extremely thin and depressed.

Shan Xing patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Huaxian, hurry up and give Wang Hao a section."

"..." Meng Huan wanted to say, "Daba."

The little flower fairy walked into the pavilion, stretched out her orchid fingers, and began to sing high and low with a melodious voice.

"Sinking fish and falling geese and birds are startled, shameful flowers are closed and moonflowers are trembling with sorrow..."

Meng Huan blinked, his back became inexplicably stiff.

He originally thought that as long as he didn't go to the play, the side plot that was intercepted by the original owner's friend might not unfold, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him really sang?

Will the branch plot unlock the seal?

Meng Huan tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he still nodded and applauded when the others finished singing: "Listen well."

Xiao Huaxian seemed to be encouraged by him: "If the princess likes it, call the junior at any time, and the junior will come over immediately."

Meng Huan suddenly raised his eyelids, realizing that this person did not call himself a "villain", but a "junior".

The actor is a slave, and it stands to reason that he should call himself a "slave".

When the common people saw him, they called themselves "grass people".

Those who won the exam saw him and called themselves "students".

But this person in front of him claims to be a junior, so he must have kindness in him, and he must be from the family of officials.

When Meng Huan felt that he had become smarter, he looked at Shan Xing in confusion.

Shan Xing still had the familiar cheap smile: "This is the grandson of Cui Renfang, the chief minister of the cabinet, Cui Han, Mr. Cui, and he has met the princess."

Meng Huan let go of the fingers holding the fan, and his mind went blank.

The name is somewhat familiar.

— but can’t remember exactly where.

"..."

Meng Huan: qwq

After reading a book, they can't remember any plot, and they can't remember where the male protagonist drove a car. It's their idiots who criticize.

That being the case, Meng Huan tried his best to be as calm as possible in order not to reveal his secrets: "Yeah."

Who knew that Cui Han came from a familiar place and said: "The younger generation and the concubine are studying in Qinglu Academy together, and they will greet each other on weekdays, so you don't need to introduce yourself."

"........."

Meng Huanxin said, he is still an acquaintance, right?

Shan Xing was surprised: "Is that so!"

Meng Huan's lips twitched, and he had no choice but to say: "I bumped into a pillar before, and I can't remember some things."

Cui Han: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the princess doesn't remember the junior, after all, the junior and the princess didn't say a few words at that time, the relationship between the princess and Lu Nanxing is the best."

When he said that, Meng Huan paused slightly.

He thought of it, it seemed that because Meng Xueming had been trapped in the Hanlin Academy for a long time, he was not an official, his salary was very low, and his family was poor, the original owner could only enter the academy as Lu Nanxing's companion, and was often ridiculed by those rich men.

This Cui Han is the grandson of the chief assistant of the cabinet, and should be the biggest son.

I don't know if it was the one who laughed at the beginning.

Meng Huan's eyelids drooped, and his expression was a little cold.

Cui Han observed his words and expressions, and quickly said: "Cough, don't blame the princess."

Meng Huan didn't answer him, got up and prepared to leave the pavilion: "When will the prince return home?"

Shan Xing: "Usually during Shenshi."

Meng Huan flicked his sleeves: "I'll wait for the prince to come down."

I don't know when it started, Meng Huan thought.

Without Lin Bozhou, the palace is meaningless.