Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The group locked the door after they left.

The slanted shadow of Chai Mu appeared in the dark room, Meng Huan stood stiffly all over, and stood there for a while before recovering from the sense of detachment when he lost control of his emotions.

After the dust settled, the overwhelming sadness of being frightened rose to the tip of his nose. Meng Huan's eyes were moist, and he stared out the door hatefully in the darkness, like a child who was extremely wronged.

He returned to his floor, put his head on his head, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Lin Bozhou..."

"When will you come to save me?"

"I was bullied, woo woo woo..."

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

But Meng Huan rubbed the wet corners of his eyes, and pursed his lips stubbornly.

He finally understood the self-awareness of the world in this book.

At that time, the original owner escaped from the palace. In order to avoid being chased by the guards of the palace, he hid in a remote place, drank blood, and lived a miserable life like Mr. Pei’s survival in the wild. At that time, the author said that this plot was to show the original owner’s cruelty character.

The path that the original owner has traveled, I have to bear it myself.

Okay, Meng Huan has never hated the word ruthless so much.

He sat in the haystack, waiting for the blood in his body to calm down and cool down, and when his mind sank into ripples of daze, he kept thinking of Lin Bozhou's name, uncontrollably, as if he was sick or possessed.

In this world, he seems to have only these three words to look forward to.

These three words can indeed give him a sense of security.

Meng Huan raised his head, staring blankly at the small square night sky outside the window.

You can see the stars and the moon.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, wishing that Lin Bozhou would appear in front of the window and call his name softly.

...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Meng Huan didn't want to cry, so he buried his head in his arms, and his clothes were wet with tears.

However, when his mental and physical strength were stretched to the limit, he finally fell asleep, but his sleeping position was not very good, which made his joints uncomfortable. When he woke up, his shoulders and knees were sore.

There was a sound of chains at the door, the door was pushed open, and An Chui walked in.

He saw Meng Huan sitting on the straw pile: "Hey, why don't you sleep on the bed?"

He put the stack of papers in his hand on the table.

Meng Huan didn't say anything, but looked at the things on the table.

There were envelopes, what appeared to be a letter, and some paper, as well as a box of ink pads and a jug of water.

He said, "Come on, your work is here, and I'll have breakfast for you when it's done."

Meng Huan was indeed hungry, he stood up and walked to the table.The envelope was ripped open, and a letter was shaken out, with a seal on it.

"..."

When Meng Huan clearly saw the three words in cinnabar color, Meng Huan's neck seemed to be picked up, his spine was stiff, and his eyes fell on the letter paper without moving for a long time.

"This is paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, but it won't seep through ink, so it's convenient for you to copy the seal on the letter," An Chui's tone seemed to be speaking to a dying prisoner, and he was extremely arrogant, "When you can copy it Then draw the seal on the blank letter paper. Don't worry, I brought you a lot of paper, you just need to draw the most similar one, understand?"

He knows what he wants to do, obviously he wants to imitate the seal, pretending that the owner of the seal is giving orders.

Meng Huan lightly pursed his lower lip, raised his eyelids and looked at An Chui.

An Chuan's well-shaped eyebrows showed fierceness: "What?"

"No..." Meng Huan picked up the pen and looked at the seal on the envelope with the expression of a boss who can do whatever you ask.

——"Lin Bo Zhou".

Three words are very conspicuous.

"..."

So, An Chui grabbed him in order to imitate Lin Bozhou's seal?

The words "Old Cui Ge" are written at the beginning of the envelope. An Chui's ability to get the letter from Lin Bozhou to Elder Cui Ge proves that he has a close relationship with Elder Cui Ge?

Holding the pen, my mind was in a daze, as if some memory was about to come out, but when I shook my head, it dispersed like a thick fog, which was unpredictable.

Hey... I knew I would wear books, so I had to take notes and recite them over and over again.

"Come here," An Chui said lazily, clasping his fists, "move his desk to the small sunny window, find him a chair, and tie him by the window with a chain, so that he can sleep well." Imitation, painting all day."

"Yes." The person who responded approached.

Seeing clearly that it was the drunk reckless man from yesterday, Meng Huan subconsciously lowered his eyelids and glared at him sullenly.

An Chui was thoughtful: "What's wrong?"

The man looked nervous, shook his head and said, "Nothing."

But looking at his guilty eyes, An Chui had already reacted. With the whip in his hand, he shook it out, and slammed the whip on his face, creating a bloody gully.

Meng Huan was taken aback by the swift action, and the man was also stunned.

An lowered his brows with sullenness: "Only corrupt Han soldiers will see a beauty rushing up like a beast, shameful, before I say you can move him, how dare you go past me and move him!!"

He was not angry at the humiliation of the hostages, but at the unauthorized actions of his subordinates.

"The soldiers of the Han people are finished. Their armaments are slack and they are defeated. I want to build a strong and orderly iron cavalry." An Chui raised his leg and kicked him to the ground. "You have repeatedly violated military discipline. Do you think you are worthy of following me? Do you really want to die so much?"

His brows and eyes are young, but his emotions are wandering on the verge of murderous madness, which makes people's backs run cold and their hearts tighten.

The man knelt on the ground, probably also frightened by his words, with a panicked expression.

An Chui was annoyed: "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless. I've said it many times. Those who cause me trouble and stop Zhu Lizhen's dominance, I will not care about old feelings, and I will kill them if they need to."

His cold eyes swept towards Meng Huan again: "You too, if you can't draw this seal, just wait for the bone to feed the dog."

After speaking, he left the firewood room.

"..."

The house was quiet.

The clansmen thought he was ruthless.

Meng Huan felt that there was something wrong with him.

His hatred for the Han people is too strong. If this kind of people really lead troops to invade the territory of Dazong, they will not treat the Han people as human beings at all, but slaughter them, shave their heads, make the men rations, the women two-legged sheep, and children Stew and eat.

Then, if I help him draw the seal, will I be let go?

Not necessarily.

Maybe when he got what he wanted, Meng Huan, who was no longer useful, would be like a piece of dirt stuck to his leather boots, which he would ruthlessly rub off.

Such a person... Meng Huanzhen blinked in confusion.

How could the original owner run after him?

Can beasts really be tamed?

Meng Huan couldn't figure out the answer, so he looked down at Lin Bozhou's seal on the letter.This letter should not be the letter of Lin Bozhou's recent relapse of eye disease, but it was written by him himself before. The handwriting is disheveled, with silver hooks and iron paintings, and every twist and turn of the pen and ink contains sharpness and twists and turns.

"Ugh..."

In the last second, Meng Huan's expression was normal.

The next second, seeing his handwriting, his expression became weeping again.

The grievances in his heart have been backlogged into a big ball, and only a little bit can be released when he is poked by Lin Bozhou, and this little bit is enough to make him weak.

But...Meng Huan dipped his pen into the cinnabar and slowly traced his name. The weakness that had been stripped away seemed to be rebuilt stroke by stroke, becoming hard, powerful, and full.

Oh shit.Meng Huan decided to use his mind, which had been sealed away for 18 years, to escape from Anhui no matter what.

You must complain to Lin Bozhou about your grievances.

Meng Huan: I really want to cry.

In the prison of Jingzhao government office.

The ground was covered with a layer of slippery blood mud, and every time it was washed off, it would soon become blood-stained again. When the team leader greeted this distinguished visitor, he said without saying a word, "My lord, please be careful."

"My lord, your feet are dirty."

"My lord, please raise your legs high and cross the threshold in front of you..."

Too many people were killed in the cold and gloomy corridor of the government office prison, so that even in the hottest August, the prison is still terribly cold.

But walking beside this gloomy, high-ranking boss, the team leader felt ten times colder than before.

"My lord, the prisoner has called out, right in front."

Lin Bozhou stopped in his tracks. His eyes were tied with white gauze, and the bridge of his nose and lip line exposed were the same as before. His demeanor was not like the previous sickly youthful handsomeness, but a suppressed yin fire. At this time, whoever had the wrong breathing rate would Kicked violently by him.

Meng Huan has been missing for a day.

On this day, I checked all the guests in the teahouse that day, including the sedan chair that Meng Huan was sitting on the road, so I was able to get rid of all my acquaintances. If it was for revenge on Lin Bozhou, why not kill him on the spot?If it's not just revenge, then in the past day, the things you want to ask for should also be sent over.

After excluding anything related to himself, it can only mean that Meng Huan has offended someone recently.

As for whom he had offended, it was clear at a glance that it was obviously the murderer who had been confirmed.Not all of his accomplices have been arrested, and there is a high possibility of kidnapping Meng Huan to take revenge while he leaves the government office.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the cell, and the light was dim, as if it could be blown out at any time.

Lin Bozhou's voice was very soft: "What is the purpose of your coming to the capital, and where is your companion hiding?"

Anur's hair was disheveled, his shoulders were bound by chains, his bones were raised high, and he was silent.

Lin Bozhou raised his hand.

"Crack" sound.

Anur's two fingers were chopped off and thrown into a boiling soup pot beside him. Jin Yiwei pinched Anur's jaw, forcing him to look at the boiling water pot with his limbs surging.

"Let me introduce myself first." Lin Bozhou's voice is magnetic and elegant, "This king is the regent of Dazong. As long as you tell me the purpose of Beijing and the hiding place of your accomplices, this king will spare you the death penalty and even send a petition to His Majesty." I will add an official rank for you, and become the commander of a certain guard in Liaodong. You have everything you expect to have, such as wealth, wealth, and beautiful women."

His tone was drawn out, and he paused. It seemed that there was no threat, but it was creepy, "Of course, if you don't say it, this king will chop you up inch by inch, cook the meat, and then feed it back to your belly inside."

Anur's red eyes stared at him.

It seems to be an inexplicable confrontation, but Lin Bozhou is the god who holds the weight, and he broke the balance easily and mercilessly:

"The second time, the purpose of coming to Beijing, and the location where the accomplice is hiding."

Anur bit his lip tightly, bleeding from his mouth, and stared at him fiercely.

Don't give him a chance to react, don't plead with him at night, the Han people are always so high, let him hate it!

"not talking?"

As soon as Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Jin Yiwei pulled Anur's right arm whose fingers had been cut off just now, and dipped it into the boiling water pot.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the flesh was boiled, and Anur let out shrill screams.

Amid the scalp-numbing screams, Lin Bozhou opened his lips warmly, "Your left arm is intact, and you can still enjoy fine wine and beauties, so it's still too late to tell this king." He curled his lips and smiled, He couldn't tell whether it was warm or cold, "The gate of the city has been closed, and the capital is offering rewards for your people everywhere. It is only a matter of time before they are caught. You feel that it is necessary to use your life and future glory and wealth, only to exchange for them How many days will I live on my last breath?"

There was a smell of something cooking in the air.

Jin Yiwei picked up the cooked fingers in the pot.

Lin Bozhou walked forward, and when he took a step or two in front of him, his breath was very low, like an evil ghost that tempted to fall into the world: "This king can promise you that anyone who knows you will die, so you are innocent. No one will accuse—”

Anur looked up at him, his face was pale, his whole body trembling violently, his pain was on the verge of collapse, but he shook his head slowly but firmly.

This group of tribes who have been the son of Dazong for more than 200 years, their hatred for Dazong is incomparable, and it has reached the point of extinction.

This is the hatred education that the Zhulizhen clan has always preached. Only hatred and humiliation can make them unite like a twisted hemp rope, and they will never betray.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and Jin Yiwei next to him stepped forward, but before the food was fed, Anur completely fainted from the pain.

There was a dead silence in the cell.

Lin Bozhou stood in the damp cell, covered in the smell of blood.His slender fingers rubbed the blood spot on his ear and neck, feeling the bloody smell, his brows and eyes glowed coldly, and he let out a low breath.

His smile, wandering between madness and out of control, is like the joy before the massacre:

"I really hate this group of aliens who haven't read the book."

That false smile stopped abruptly.

"I hope that in the future, when your family members are slaughtered, you won't be like me today..."

His voice was trembling, "He was so desperate that he wanted to beg for mercy."