Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou is leaving immediately?

At this moment, Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He looked up in disbelief, and An Chui's gloating laughter came from behind his ears: "It seems that some couples will be separated forever."

Meng Huan's lips turned pale.

How could it be, how could Lin Bozhou...

How could he not understand the hint in his letter?

When writing that letter, An Chui had been staring at Meng Huan from the sidelines. He didn't dare to carry any private goods, he only dared to write how much he hated Lin Bozhou. However, An Chui was so smart that he even checked carefully the reason why Meng Huan hated him. It is forbidden to write about things without the knowledge of a third party.

So, Meng Huan wrote in the letter - Lin Bozhou, you hurt my father, I will never forgive you.

Everyone inside and outside the court knew about this, and of course An Chui knew it too, so he didn't stop it.

but!

Lin Bozhou had already explained to Meng Huan the real reason why Meng Xueming was demoted. Since then, Meng Huan no longer hated him, and Lin Bozhou knew in his heart that it was...

How could he leave without looking back?

Did he not see himself?

There was an urging voice at the gate of the city: "People behind go forward!"

The figure turned, and Meng Huan was led away towards the city gate. His heart, hands and feet became cold, his mind felt an indescribable dizziness, and his footsteps wobbled slightly.

Is the escaped wife plot still irreversible?

If he goes out of the city gate, from now on, will he and Lin Bozhou turn against each other and go another way?

His forehead was already hot, and his whole body was weak and weak, but when he thought about it later, the sense of despair rose in his heart even stronger.

Why did Lin Bozhou turn around and leave?Did he really believe that letter?

The tip of Meng Huan's nose was sour, and a burst of inexplicable pain surged up. He looked around blankly, not knowing what to do.The current method is to take advantage of the crowd, but An Chui's knife is behind him, and there is a high possibility of being hurt if he resists.

However, An Chui seemed to think that Lin Bozhou had given up on saving himself, and the care was not so strict.

While thinking about how to escape, the city gate guard said, "What's in the baggage?"

"Clothes and some books."

An Chui handed him the burden with a low eyebrow, the guard fumbled for a while, and threw it on the ground impatiently, "Go away."

An Chui's face changed, but he still lowered his head and obediently went to pick up the burden. But just as he bent down, the guard suddenly jumped towards him as if he had changed into a different person. He moved quickly and locked his hands tightly. "Boom!" Tried to kick his knees down and pin him to the ground.

"what happened?!!"

"what happened?"

"Why did you fight?!"

The neatly lined crowd retreated one after another, surprised.

A man pretending to be a patrol next to the guard rushed forward, and the crowd was dispersed. Meng Huan took a few steps back. He didn't know why this happened, but then, something in his mind came to his senses, and he turned around and walked desperately. Run inside the city gate.

This is an ambush! ! !

Lin Bozhou...is saving him...

Meng Huan really wanted to cry, but before he cried, he didn't forget to run forward desperately. An Chui drew out the knife from his waist and stabbed the guard. He looked up, saw the running back of Meng Huan in the crowd, and pushed his arms to trap him. The soldiers ran towards Meng Huan in big strides!

He is a lunatic.

He can't stand anyone's deception and betrayal of him.

But he knew that Meng Huan had lied to him.

Now surrounded by people from the city gate, there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape, but he must kill Meng Huan before escaping.

Hot air gushed out of his throat, Meng Huan's knees were so weak, he pushed his way through the crowd and ran desperately, trying to stay as far away from this lunatic as possible, but he was so tired, he was about to run out of strength, but the terrifying face of An Chui behind him became more and more serious. closer—

When Meng Huan turned around and saw him, his heart beat wildly and he almost fainted. His knees gave way and he rushed forward. He thought he would fall heavily to the ground, but unexpectedly he fell into a warm and strong embrace.

All the bones in Meng Huan's body were about to fall apart, and when he hit his knees in his arms, he knelt down, but those hands hugged his back tightly, like a straight log, propping up all his weakness.

Meng Huan barely reacted, and the sleeves with the cold and bloody smell brushed his face, pulled him tightly into his arms, strangled his narrow waist, and hugged him so tightly that he almost sucked the oxygen into his arms. They hugged each other as if pushing away.

"fraud!!!!!"

An angry voice came from behind.

The person who was holding him wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, raised his leg, and kicked An Chui, who had rushed forward, to the ground neatly.

Ripples of dizziness that could no longer be restrained rose in Meng Huan's mind. He felt that he was too tired and wanted to fall asleep. At the last moment when he closed his eyelids, he raised his head——

The moment he saw Lin Bozhou's eyebrows, the stone in Meng Huan's heart finally fell.

He didn't seem to have the energy to deal with any bloody storms anymore, but obeyed his original intention and closed his eyelids quietly.

The sky in the Wangfu gradually darkened, the evening wind blew, and the leaves fluttered gently.

At the door of the sleeping hall, when You Jin wanted to go in with hot water, he was stopped by the little eunuch, "Godfather, put the hot water basin outside, the prince won't let anyone in."

You Jin frowned, "Where is it?"

"...Which one?" The little eunuch laughed, "Which one?"

"That's the one. I took a look at the master when he first came back. He was too thin and in poor health. It would be too bullying for such a weak prince to still think about that—" You Jin frowned, "Although I also understand that little Don't beat the truth of being newly married."

There was a loud voice from inside the door: "You Jin!"

You Jin quickly shut up and leaned against the door: "My lord, the hot water is here."

"Bring it in."

You Jin slapped his mouth lightly, picked up the basin and walked in carefully, and saw a figure sitting beside the bed, his clothes intact, while his master was lying in the quilt, still not awake, the white and thin wrist sticking out from under the quilt was covered Lin Bozhou led.

Lin Bozhou squinted at him: "Where is it?"

You Jin quickly knelt down: "Nothing."

He could clearly feel that since the last time he went out with Meng Huan and Meng Huan got lost, Lin Bozhou looked at him very disliked.

"My lord," You Jin said cautiously, "Dianshan asked when will my lord eat?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, "Let them warm up the food and eat it after Huanhuan wakes up."

"Hey."

You Jin retreated out the door.

In the bedroom, Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan were left.Lin Bozhou wrung out the warm handkerchief and wiped Meng Huan's sweaty white forehead. He rested his finger next to his ear, and saw that the black hair was getting greasy on his rosy lips, so he stretched out his slender fingertips to gently remove it.

He looked at the sick and thin boy with his eyes closed tightly in front of him.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and it's a little hard to recognize. You can imagine how hard it was to follow those barbarians.

Lin Bozhou wiped off the stains on the back of his hands, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he bent down, lowered his forehead slightly, and gritted his teeth: "Huanhuan, maybe I'll go crazy if I wait for you one day later..."

The person in his arms was still asleep and did not answer.

"Physician Zhou said that you are weak, I can't touch you," Lin Bozhou's lips moved closer, rubbing together passionately, "But I've missed you for so long, I really want to hug you, hard..."

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were calm, but what he said was like a lunatic talking to himself out of control, with a hoarse voice: "You took my life away."

The dormitory was still quiet, Lin Bozhou wiped his forehead and sat, still not fully recovered from the feeling of lost and found.

He sat by the bed all afternoon, refusing to listen to any orders, just sitting like this, and felt that he would never be enough to sit and be with Meng Huan enough.

Finally, the figure in the quilt moved slightly.

Meng Huan's slender eyelashes trembled slightly. He didn't know whether he was having a nightmare or he was not feeling well. His lips parted slightly: "Lin...Lin Bozhou..."

"Hmm, Huanhuan?" Lin Bozhou half leaned over to look at him, Meng Huan seemed to be choked, his chest trembled, and he opened his eyes profusely with sweat, and looked at Lin Bozhou with his dark and lustrous eyes.

His eyes were a little slack and unfocused. He dreamed that he was locked in that woodshed, and there was a torrential rain outside the window. The torrential rain poured on him through the leaking tiles, and his whole body was extremely cold.

When he saw the man in front of him clearly, Meng Huan's eyes regained his clarity, and he paused: "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou gently pinched his chin: "I still know my husband, good."

Meng Huan pursed his lips for familiar words that could drown people, and looked around in a daze: "I'm back home?"

"I'm back," Lin Bozhou cupped his palms against the side of his face, Meng Huan seemed to feel comfortable, and rubbed his palms.The corners of his lips raised slightly, "Huanhuan is very smart. My husband understood the hints in Huanhuan's letter, so he took off his guard and finally waited until he brought you out to save Huanhuan."

Meng Huan's lips were dry, and he blinked, still a little unresponsive.

After a while, he nodded, "What about others?"

"An Chui?" Lin Bozhou said, "I'm in prison."

Meng Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He felt that the nightmare that haunted him was finally over.

He looked at Lin Bozhou, and Lin Bozhou looked at him, their eyes met, and an indescribable atmosphere filled them, both of them seemed to have a lot to say.

Meng Huan originally wanted to make a fuss, complain, and sell misery, but now he seemed to have no energy, and said: "That letter——"

Even though the letter was full of disgust and hatred towards Lin Bozhou, even if it was fake, Meng Huan didn't want to really make him sad.

"My husband knows," Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, "Huanhuan is lying when he says he doesn't like being his husband."

"..."

Not bad.

Meng Huan turned his eyes and asked again, "When did your eyes heal?"

"I felt unwell on the third day after being kidnapped, so I asked the imperial doctor to come and take medicine, and I'll be fine the next morning." Lin Bozhou skipped the matter of vomiting blood.

Meng Huan groaned, thinking that he hadn't lost his sight and fell off his horse, he immediately felt better.

It seems that the plot of the broken book can be changed.

Meng Huan was so happy that he even pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were crooked.

... so sick and thin, you can still laugh.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, held his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Where is Huanhuan? How have you been these few days?"

Meng Huan blinked. After all, he was out of danger. He habitually wanted to say, "It's okay."

However, he was kidnapped for no reason, thrown roughly into the firewood room, where he could only eat hard steamed buns and drink cold water, and was molested by knocking on the door in the middle of the night, exposed to strong wind and rain, and threatened to kill him and throw him to the dogs...

Scenes flashed through my mind, Meng Huan's eyes were wet, "I..."

An indescribable bitterness permeated the air, choking the tip of his nose sorely.

"Ok?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was patient, showing that he was listening to him carefully.

Meng Huan's throat was choked, and he finally shook his head, "Not at all, not at all."

Not good, not good, very bad.

A blush suddenly appeared in Meng Huan's eyes, and his lips were clenched lightly, not like he was smiling just now, and his brows were also slightly frowned, as if he had suffered a lot of grievances.

Lin Bozhou didn't speak, but took his hand and gently hugged him into his arms, and put the quilt on his back to avoid catching cold.

As the body temperature approached, Meng Huan was warm all over, but he was also light and weightless. He was hugged in his arms, and Lin Bozhou acted as a qualified listener, "Why are you not treating Huanhuan well?"

His voice was very close, there was no sense of distance, and the hot breath fell to his ears, which was very deceptive.Meng Huan's psychological defenses collapsed into a mess, his fingers tightened on the clothes on Lin Bozhou's chest, his eyes were red, "They..."

It's like making a hateful accusation, "They won't give me food."

Lin Bozhou kissed his forehead, "Well, Huanhuan can't eat."

"I, I can only eat steamed buns." Meng Huan raised his hand and gestured, feeling like he was about to collapse, "The kind of steamed buns that are harder than rocks can smash things into pieces. If I bite, there are gravels inside. My teeth are about to crumble."

Although it sounded funny, Meng Huan was complaining seriously, with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

Lin Bozhou looked calmly, staring at Meng Huan intently, pinching his chin gently with his hand, rubbing his thumb over his lips, "For my husband, let's see if Huanhuan's teeth are broken or not."

With white teeth, he bit him lightly.Meng Huan's desire to complain was still there, so he pushed him away, and couldn't stop talking, "They think I'm handsome, and they want to molest me."

Quiet.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and continued to caress his face with his fingers, "They are locked in the yamen, and there will be no good end."

"They still locked my legs with chains, and my feet are covered with injuries!" Meng Huan became angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help clenching his teeth and jumping desperately.

With hot breath close at hand, Lin Bozhou pressed his forehead against him, his eyelashes brushed against him, and hummed, "I saw the wound on Huanhuan's leg."

His voice was low, and he didn't seem to have much emotion, but every word was heavy and heavy, as if there were violent waves surging under the calm water. In order not to scare Meng Huan, he hid everything, only the gentlest ripples. touch him.

The young man died of grievances, "They always say they want to kill me! They say I'm dragging them down, so let me go, why do they insist on killing me? It's scary, they are really sick, I've always been very scared !"

He repeated it over and over again.

Lin Bozhou looked into his eyes and said with pain in his voice, "Huanhuan has been wronged."

Strangely, every word Lin Bozhou comforted him was very simple, but Meng Huan felt that he listened very seriously, and he could feel all his speechlessness and pain.

The anger he had suffered in the past few days was vented out, and Meng Huan's mood improved a lot.Thinking of something, he bit his lip, "But, I never gave up."

"Ok?"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids, watching Meng Huan's expression change from aggrieved.

His face was full of pride with his little tail cocked.

"They asked me to draw his seal, draw your seal, so that I can write a letter to intercept the military salary, if I can't draw it, they will cut off my fingers, and even kill me and feed me to the dogs." The boy stated.

Lin Bozhou didn't speak, and lowered his eyes, Meng Huan's expression was clearly seen in his sight.

The young man's eyes were bright, and his tone was very proud, "I didn't draw, and I made many excuses, saying that your seal was difficult to draw; and then I got sick, so they couldn't force me to draw—"

When Meng Huan said this, he saw Lin Bozhou's eyes that had been calmly and hotly falling on his face flickered slightly.

Meng Huan: "I hoped that the sicker I was, the better—"

The calm surface of the water, which had been suppressed all this time, finally couldn't contain it anymore, and set off a turbulent turmoil.

Before Meng Huan finished speaking, the man's breath came up suddenly, and Lin Bozhou's hot lips gently pressed against his cold lips, and he could not stop rubbing, his breath overflowed, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear, "Huanhuan..."

"Huanhuan." He called out once and then called out a second time.

Meng Huan knew that he cared about him.

But his tone was still proud,

"But I wasn't hurt, and I didn't draw anything for them. I wasn't even afraid when he threatened me."

He is obviously a timid person, but he was very brave at that time.

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he was waiting to be praised, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Lin Bozhou's eyes seemed to have darkened a little, and the redness was floating up, and there was some wateryness in them.

In just a moment, Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, leaned his sharp jaw, and then moved his lips together, kissing Meng Huan tenderly.

His lips were bitter, Meng Huan was stunned, his jaw was pinched, and he was almost surrounded by his whole body.

Lin Bozhou kissed him, as if he was afraid of hurting him, and tentatively kissed the shallow lips and teeth, so that Meng Huan would not be out of breath and uncomfortable.

It seems that there is no need to say a lot.

Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders with both hands and felt air bubbles in his bone marrow, as if he was in a soft cloud, and his fingertips stroked his ears and neck, his bones and body were so soft.

"..."

There was a sticky movement between the lips.

The voice is so clear.

But neither of them mentioned it, as if it was a rare occasion, they just wanted to enjoy the intimacy with each other, and didn't want to care about anything else.

The heat reached each other's cheeks, and they were so moist. They kissed until Meng Huan couldn't bear to kick him, and Lin Bozhou stopped. His slender fingers caressed his chin, and the bottom of his eyes was as thick as ever. The light was dim and heavy, and all eyes fell on Meng Huan's face, which was terribly hot and clingy.

Seen by his eyes, Meng Huan was dizzy, and he gently pulled his clothes with his hands, as if he was drunk.

His clothes were pulled open a seam: "Husband..."

Extremely emotional, Meng Huan looked up at him, "Do you want to sleep?"

The skin all over his body was itchy, as if he couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling unless he touched it again.Meng Huan had a fever and his head was still dizzy, so he gently burrowed into Lin Bozhou's arms.

It was the first time he wanted that.

Lin Bozhou gently held his chin, leaned close to his lips and kissed him, and the restlessness was also running around in his body. When he saw Meng Huan gently tearing off the clothes, he even felt the embarrassment of being manipulated by desire.

But he kissed his face, "Wait for Huanhuan to get better."

Wait until he gets better.

Meng Huan's body is terribly weak now, and he could feel it just now when he kissed him, but before it lasted too long, he was out of breath and began to feel uncomfortable.

If we have sex now, our bones may all fall apart.

"Good."

Hearing these words, Meng Huan didn't make things difficult for him, but he approached him lightly, and gently licked his lips, "Kiss again."

"..." The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips lifted.

It seems that you have to be close to losing to realize how important this person is to you.Lin Bozhou approached and kissed her again, "Okay."

Lin Bozhou's kisses are very patient, and his kissing skills are also very good. He can be provocative and seductive. He usually kisses only to arouse Meng Huan's desire, but today he kisses purely. He just wants Meng Huan to feel comfortable with him and being close.

Meng Huan was so dazed by his kiss that she lost sensation on the tip of her tongue. She lay lazily in his arms, half-closed her eyes, like a cat getting comfortable with its chin being scratched.

Finally, he finally enjoyed posting, scratched his stomach in satisfaction, and gently rubbed his chin against Lin Bozhou's jaw, "Husband, I'm hungry."

The tone is straightforward.

Like a sweet bean about to melt away.

Lin Bozhou hummed, picked up his clothes, pulled Meng Huan's hand through, and carried him off the bed.

He carried Meng Huan to the table and said, "Call the people from the restaurant to serve the food immediately."

Meng Huan is not in good health, he needs to take care of himself during this time.

Picking up the medicine bowl on the side, Lin Bozhou gently scooped up a spoonful of medicine soup, "Now, it's my husband who takes care of Huanhuan."