Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

"..."

This is the first day.

Just meet Lin Bozhou?

Is it a little too impatient?

As he carried the lantern and walked towards the palace prison, Meng Huan murmured in his heart.However, Chen An's acting skills are really good, and he said: "It's not good to wake up the servants in the middle of the night. If my nephew is awake, help my uncle to make a lantern. It would be the best if I can get acquainted with the prince."

Chen An has always been serious, and Meng Huan was really embarrassed to tell lies in a serious manner in order to let him meet the prince.

The Royal Prison was gloomy in the middle of the night, and some unkempt men and women who committed crimes in the mansion were imprisoned. Meng Huan smelled the familiar smell of blood. In the shadow of candles flickering in front of him, a man with long fingers half-supporting his forehead was sitting in a chair. Bright, extremely noble, holding a bowl of tea with one hand.

"..."

From a distance, he met Lin Bozhou's eyes.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and looked away indifferently.

"..."

I can act quite well.

Chen An stepped forward to speak, while Meng Huan stood silently by the door, acting as a qualified servant.Only then did he notice that there was another person hanging from the beam, his body was bloody and bloody, and he was so scared that he took a step back unconsciously.

"My lord," Chen An asked, "Is there anything urgent?"

Lin Bozhou looked solemn: "Cui Lang has escaped."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Huan couldn't help but looked over.

Chen An was also surprised: "What?"

"The king ordered Luo Qianhu to intercept him all the way back to Cui's mansion, and kill if he can, but he should know that he was being targeted by this king. After leaving the palace, he did not return to Cui's mansion, but left the city all the way and hid in the mountains. I don’t know which friend’s house I’m in, or which temple deep in the mountain I’m hiding in.”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and signaled: "People from Luo Qianhu rushed away, but only caught one attendant who turned back to the mansion. Now I hope that I can interrogate a few words."

"I see." Chen An was full of thought.

As the chief historian of the palace, he is in charge of the government affairs of the palace, obviously he can't sleep tonight, he must have this servant out for trial.

He coughed, not sure if it was on purpose: "This subordinate understands, this subordinate is going to interrogate people. The prince takes care of his body, go back and rest." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and softly motioned to Meng Huan, "Nephew, go back. Tell my aunt that I won't be coming back tonight, and let her turn off the lights earlier to rest."

Meng Huan said, "I'm leaving now."

Lin Bozhou looked sideways, as if seeing Meng Huan, and chatted: "Chen An, is this your nephew?"

Chen An took out the lines he had already prepared: "It's the little grandson of my mother's sister, who is useless, and sent to the capital to ask my subordinates to find an errand. I just arrived this afternoon."

Meng Huan stopped and looked up at Lin Bozhou.

An attendant behind him whispered: "My lord is asking you something! Kneel down quickly."

"........."

Kneeling, kneeling what?No way! !

Meng Huan was at a loss, glanced at the attendant, then at Lin Bozhou.Lin Bozhou obviously heard the remarks here, and his voice was very low; "There is no need to hold on to this ceremony. Little nephew Chen An, raise your head."

Lin Bozhou's voice was distant and indifferent, but the tone was low and inexplicably provocative.

He obviously just wanted to talk to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan raised his head and met his gaze.

Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle, with a dim light in his eyes: "How old are you this year?"

Meng Huan: "."

"Looking at the young age," Lin Bozhou seemed to smile, "Come to the capital to ask for a living, what will you do?"

Meng Huan: "Know calligraphy and painting, draw portraits, and draw maps."

"Really?" Lin Bo raised the tail of the boat slightly, "Coincidentally, the princess can also draw."

"........."

--This sentence.

It really seems like.

The scumbag is outside.

Find Bai Yueguang as a substitute.

what.

Meng Huan said quietly: "The grassroots are dull, and dare not compare with the princess."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips lifted slightly.

Okay, learn to push him to the limit, right?

Chen An laughed and said: "The prince and the concubine are very affectionate, and they are very affectionate. The concubine just went to Mingbo Temple, and the prince never leaves. I have been thinking about it all day."

Lin Bozhou hummed: "The king and the princess really have a deep relationship."

He paused, like an elder telling a younger generation, and said casually: "Little nephew, since you want to settle down in the capital, you should learn from your uncle Chen Changshi. He is smart but not arrogant, and considerate. Follow him." After a few years of study, there will definitely be great achievements in the future.”

This sentence was regarded as the default that Meng Huan and Chen An were with the army.

Meng Huan: "Thank you, my lord, for your suggestion."

Back and forth, hierarchical dialogue.

But according to Lin Bozhou's alienated and indifferent personality, even if he thinks of Chen Angao a little bit, saying these few words to his nephew is the most benevolent, and it would be a bit weird to say more.

Lin Bozhou got up as expected, ended the conversation with Meng Huan, and the eunuch immediately helped him up.

"Chen An, take your time to interrogate, the king has gone back."

Chen An hurriedly said: "Respectfully send off the prince."

Lin Bozhou walked this way from the dark corridor, and when he came to Meng Huan's side, he paused, turned his gaze to look at him, the cold wind in his dark eyes was blowing towards his face, and the corners of his lips seemed to smile Non-smile.

Meng Huan retreated to the side of the road and looked at him.

The line of sight only stays for a short time.

Lin Bozhou walked into the dark corridor, and said: "It's late at night, come and hold a lamp for Chen An's nephew."

The figure just walked away.

Meng Huan raised his head and looked at the lantern that was gradually going away.

What Lin Bozhou said to him was clever.Don't ask his name, just use Chen An's nephew to refer to him, as if condescending to chat with him is all for Chen An's face.

but……

Meng Huan lowered his gaze, rippling in his heart.

He understood what Lin Bozhou was thinking.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from the Imperial Prison to Chen An's courtyard. It is dark and the road is gloomy. Meng Huan must be afraid to walk alone. Lin Bozhou knew it well, so he asked someone to accompany him.

Meng Huan turned his head and looked at Chen An again.

Chen Anci smiled kindly: "I don't need my nephew here, go back to sleep, and tell my aunt not to wait for me."

Meng Huan finally nodded and returned to Chen An's courtyard accompanied by the guards of the palace.

The night was as cool as water, Mrs. Zhang sat under the moonlight and lit a lamp. She was sewing clothes for Chen An to accompany the army. There was a brand new fabric beside her, and she also made a suit for Meng Huan.

It will be a matter of time before Lin Bozhou goes to war, and the relatives of the staff in the mansion have already been busy with her husband's upcoming military service, making shoe soles, and tailoring clothes.

Lin Bozhou also became very busy, busy preparing for the expedition, fighting Cui's family, ordering troops, and even quarreling with people from the court.

For the past few days, Meng Huan has been running errands behind Chen An, playing the role of a diligent nephew.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

Meng Huan was lying on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning, so he got up and sat in the yard, propping his head and feeling sleepy.

Nine to ten o'clock, an awkward time for him.

According to the normal routine in the past, he and Lin Bozhou should be in the dormitory, withdrew from the attendants, and enjoyed the pleasure of sex wholeheartedly.If you are not married, you will fall asleep as if you have nothing.But now that he got married and formed a habit with Lin Bozhou, every day at this point, his mood is somewhat complicated.

He and Lin Bozhou are newly married, they are in a good relationship, they are still young, they have endless love and energy every day, and they can only vent at this time every night.

Physiological phenomenon, Lin Bozhou's old house is on fire again, he is very demanding, if he hasn't touched him for a few days, then the first time he touches him, he will hate him very much, and he must vent all the energy of those days.

Meng Huan's body got used to his desire.

In the past, if he didn't say anything, Lin Bozhou would satisfy him.

But now, after the couple hadn't seen each other for a long time, Meng Huan realized that he wanted him too.

"……Hey."

Meng Huan rubbed the center of his eyebrows with a distressed expression.

He didn't expect that, as a pure male high school student, one day he would degenerate to the point where he would sit in the yard in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep because he wanted to have sex with his husband.

There was movement at the door.

Chen An came out with a yawn, holding a letter in his hand: "This is the roster of the army this time, can my nephew help me with some errands and send it to the Chief Secretary?"

His eyes were tired and he looked exhausted.Meng Huan quickly pulled out his thoughts and took the letter: "Okay, I'll deliver it."

What Chen An asked him to do was usually to show his presence in front of everyone.

Let him run away this time, probably because he wants to meet someone.

It happened that Meng Huan couldn't sleep, so it would be good to run for a while to release energy.

There is a small forest between the rear mansion and the front mansion. It takes about 1 minute to walk. The desolate courtyard next to it once imprisoned the guilty concubine. Later, the concubine committed suicide by throwing herself into a well. This section of the road Meng Huan walks during the day is always gloomy. Even more scared at night.

Meng Huan was a little nervous, and when he walked to the fork in the road, he saw a eunuch standing with a lantern on, and said with a smile, "Please."

"……Um?"

The eunuch didn't say anything, just walked into the woods.

Meng Huan blinked, vaguely aware of something.

Not far away, another tall figure stood in the dark night. In the dark light, the pattern of the sleeves of the clothes was full of dignity, and an elongated black figure fell down.

The heart in the chest began to beat suddenly.

A voice reached his throat, and he almost shouted, but no sound came out.

Meng Huan quickened his pace, ran forward, ran into his arms, put his arms around his neck, and the familiar sandalwood scent instantly poured into his nostrils, warm and densely filled his chest.

"Husband..." The words were boring.

His lower jaw was gently pinched, and his hot and humid lips were already pressed against him. After licking his lips, he couldn't wait to press his teeth.

This is not the usual kiss.

Instead, he suppressed it for a few days, with a violent and raging desire, so dry that it would burn people, as soon as Lin Bozhou's hand touched him, Meng Huan knew what he was thinking.

——Lin Bozhou also misses himself.

Realizing this, Meng Huan had never felt so soft-hearted, his whole body softened down to the waist, and he clenched his fingers: "Didn't you say you'd better not look for me, bear with it, just like I've been away from the house for a few months?"

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and his voice was wet: "I can't help it. I'm going crazy thinking about it."

"..."

Lin Bozhou has always been very tolerant, whether it is hatred, anger, desire for profit, or even dignity——

He confronted the others, step by step, and if he didn't pay attention, it would be a dead end.But only in the matter of liking Meng Huan, Meng Huan wanted to tell him that it was free and safe without any restrictions.

So Lin Bozhou never restrained his love for him.

Meng Huan clenched his fingers tightly on his clothes, blushing, and stopped talking for a long time.

He pursed his lips spinelessly and said a word: "Me too..."

He also missed her husband, thinking about it like crazy.

The lips were glued together again, and the atmosphere was out of control.

Being kissed, flirting wantonly, the tip of the tongue raised a feeling of numbness, and the lips were red and swollen.

... But Lin Bozhou obviously didn't stop there. He moved his lips to caress Meng Huan's ear, rolled the white earball into the tip of his tongue, and kissed entangledly, the sucking was moist and flushed.

When he let go, Meng Huan became dizzy.

The man was breathing hoarsely, walking on the verge of losing control, his dark eyes looked down at him playfully, his voice was provocative, seductive and alluring.

"Huanhuan, do you want to do it?"

He licked his lips, as if he really thought it was a good suggestion.

Meng Huan's eyelashes trembled, and he raised the corners of his reddened eyes, he couldn't believe his ears: "This is outside..."

"Outside, what's wrong?"

Lin Bozhou pinched his chin with his fingers and rubbed it repeatedly until the skin turned red and left fingerprints.

Reason seemed to be constantly torturing, questioning, and accusing him.

He closed his eyes, the temperature was scorching hot, but it looked terribly damp.

"Outside, can't you?"

No matter how much Lin Bozhou flirts, he flirts in front of him alone. He is disheveled and disheveled outside. How can it be the same as the elegant education Lin Bozhou received?

Meng Huan bit her lip: "Of course not outside."

Lin Bozhou frowned.

He was no longer the noble, calm and steady man he was when he saw Meng Huan the first day in the prison, but now he was clearly agitated, and hugged Meng Huan into his arms again, biting his lips dissatisfied, tightly Lock people in your arms.

In the woods, the atmosphere was gloomy, terrifyingly dark.

Lin Bozhou's chin rested on Meng Huan's shoulder, pouring all his strength, the atmosphere around him was damp and cold, like a passerby who was soaked in the rain, his nobility collapsed and he was in a state of embarrassment.

He hugged Meng Huan's waist tightly, and there was something restless under his clothes against Meng Huan's leg.

... so unbearable.

Meng Huan knew everything.

Lin Bozhou's unrestrained love encountered unprecedented setbacks.

But Meng Huan lowered his eyes, but felt inexplicably ashamed and soft in his heart.

He is used to Lin Bozhou courting him for love, the love is complicated and contains Lin Bozhou's infatuation.

half an hour.

Meng Huan's white fingers curled up slightly.

He seemed to be helpless, his ears turned red, and he whispered:

"I'll help you."