Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The light in the woods was dim, and the two figures were close together. Meng Huan gently curled up in his arms, looking at Lin Bozhou with his dark eyes on his fair cheeks, and moved his hands lightly.

Lin Bozhou's hands are longer and wider, covering the back of his hands, almost controlling all the movements.

After playing for a while, Lin Bozhou bit his ear and neck and relaxed.

In a lazy mood, he took out a handkerchief and wiped Meng Huan's fingers. The tip of Meng Huan's nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which made him dazed and sighed faintly.

With clean fingers, Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Why are you sighing?"

Meng Huan looked worried: "How can we go to war?"

At that time, the two of them will be burning with lust every night, always thinking of meeting and having an affair, isn't it very different from Lin Bozhou's previous idea?

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

The tone didn't seem very serious.

"Well, reflect on your husband."

After asking him to wipe his hands, Meng Huan frowned and looked at him with a shameless look: "You asked Chen An to send a letter to me, so that I can come to see you?"

"Not all." He took out the letter from Meng Huan's arms and stuffed it into his sleeve. "The letter you sent is also very important. Thank you Huanhuan for your hard work."

This is the list of soldiers who will join the army this time. No one wants to fight, but it is an opportunity to seek fame and fortune if they really follow Lin Bozhou, so there are not many people who follow.

The names on the roster were densely packed, and when he scanned the handwriting on the yellowed paper, Meng Huan's heart tightened suddenly.

"In addition to the people in the palace, there are many people outside the palace?"

"Of course," Lin Bozhou said, "there are only a few people in the palace who can lead troops to fight. Being a husband can lead the seal, but it is not a solid wall that can withstand thousands of troops. Let the people in the team perform their duties and give full play to their strengths. It's what you do for your husband."

Meng Huan looked at the roster carefully, and asked, "Why is there still the Marquis of Zhenguan? Where is Xu Ruolin's father?"

Zhenguanhou's son had his legs disabled at that time, no matter how you look at it, Zhenguanhou may not really obey him in his heart, right?

However, Lin Bozhou's move is obviously based on talents.

But Meng Huan's worries were not unreasonable.

But in the original book, when Lin Bozhou set off to fight, all the monsters, ghosts, pig teammates, and fierce opponents rushed out, causing Lin Bozhou to be defeated in Liaodong, fell to the altar, and changed from a regent who covered the sky with his hands to a captive of a foreign race, and even his life was in danger , that's why Meng Huan was worried about everyone who appeared next to him.

Lin Bozhou pinched his face: "Although the Marquis of Zhenguan has different political views than my husband, he is brave in battle and has rich experience in on-the-spot combat with the Zhulizhen clan. He may make great contributions. Everything has two sides, and we are not considering personal grievances now. Time. Besides, even if he hates his husband, he can still use him." Lin Bozhou usually never boasted like this, but now, in order to reassure Meng Huan, he uncharacteristically let out wild words.

Meng Huan: "Oh."

He said seriously: "You have to take care of yourself."

"My husband knows." Lin Bozhou was always very tender when talking to him.

They chatted for a short time, the little eunuch was at a fork in the road, and suddenly shook the lantern this way, implying that someone was coming.Meng Huan suddenly "fucked" and dragged Lin Bozhou to run: "...how about hiding?"

Lin Bozhou held him indifferently: "Why hide? No need."

When he said this, his tone had already begun to change, becoming distant and calm, all of which was the embarrassment of the superior to the inferior.He turned over the letter with his fingertips: "I have received the letter, please go back, let your uncle rest for a few days, stay at home with his wife, and leave the army in two days."

Meng Huan hurriedly said, "Yes, my lord."

The figure behind him was very close, as if he heard Lin Bozhou's voice, he said from a distance: "My lord."

?

The voice was a little familiar.

When Meng Huan turned his head, he saw Shan Xing and a strange young Qing Ke beside him, the two of them seemed to be traveling at night, standing far away.

"…………"

The lantern was dimly lit, Shan Xing clearly saw Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan clearly, and even heard the conversation between the two of them just now, his expression was deep now.

He looked at Meng Huan again.The boy's coarse clothes were obviously just put on neatly, so it's nothing if you don't look carefully, but it's weird when you look closely, making the corners of his lips twitch slightly.

Afterwards, Shan Xing said with a smile that was not a smile: "My lord, did the villain not bother you?"

The young man beside him, Qingke, had an unfamiliar face, and at this moment he was also pretending to be calm and staring at his eyes, with an indescribably strange expression.

"..." Meng Huan's scalp tingled with embarrassment.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, never felt that he was so annoying in his life, and looked at him coldly: "What are you doing running around without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

——It just so happened that he wanted to cover up his affair with his wife.

It's embarrassing to be exposed, you know?

Shan Xing smiled happily: "Isn't this villain's cousin just came from Guzhou, and he is going to go out with the prince to fight for military exploits? After drinking some wine, the villain took him around."

Lin Bozhou sneered, but his tone was still upset: "What cousin are you bringing? It's a child's play to go to war, and you're still in the mood to bring friends and relatives?"

"This..." Shan Xingxiao's eyes crooked, "Then Chen Changshi can't only be allowed to stuff his little nephew, and not allow a villain to stuff his cousin? Your lord, this is not good."

He speaks, even if there is no connotation.

It can be said that every sentence kills people.

His cousin's expression was also very unpredictable, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Because the picture in front of me looks like the prince is talking privately with a handsome young man. He understands everything. It is the kind of high-ranking and powerful person who is optimistic about a handsome young man. He insists on forcing him to talk, and suppresses him if he doesn’t speak He pushed his boundaries when he spoke, and if possible, he even put his tender little husband to sleep.

But...according to cousin Shan Xing, the prince and princess are very affectionate, aren't they?

How could he have a private meeting with the little man in the middle of the night as soon as the concubine left?

Shan Xing's cousin was full of thought.

Meng Huan lowered his head, really fucking ashamed.

Lin Bozhou was terribly annoyed: "Shan Xing, get out of here quickly!"

"The villain is gone." Shan Xing dragged his cousin away, not forgetting to be mean when he turned his head, "What should the prince do, just pretend that the villain never appeared."

"..."

The two hurried away.

Meng Huan lowered his head, really not in any mood: "My lord, the villain is gone too."

"..." This villain made Lin Bozhou look at him sideways, his lips pursed, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little unhappy.

Meng Huan frowned, "The little man is going back to fetch water for his aunt, wash his clothes, cook the pot, sleep well, and see you later, my lord."

After finishing speaking, he patted his buttocks and ran out of the grove.

Lin Bozhou stood where he was, paused for a while, and quietly looked at Meng Huan's back as he ran away.

It was really nostalgia at all, the wind was blowing under his feet as he ran, making him reluctantly look at Meng Huan's back, the scene was quite bleak.

He pursed his lips again and frowned slightly, but he didn't seem to have anything to say, so he could only signal to the eunuch beside him: "Just stop people outside next time." The eunuch who set fire innocently: "..."

Nodding quickly: "Yes."

When Meng Huan returned to the courtyard, everyone around him was asleep and everything was silent.

He opened the quilt and lay down, his chest was fluttering, his mood was high, and he felt that he was in a good mood.

Thinking of Lin Bozhou's distraught look, he was very happy.

Meng Huan happily patted the quilt and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, the news spread in the Wangfu, and two days later, they will officially set out for the expedition. First, they will meet up at the Gyeonggi Martial Arts Field outside the city.

As for this day, Lin Bozhou relieved all the servants of the palace who were about to join the army, and told them to stay at home and spend time with their wives and children.

Lin Bozhou also hosted a banquet for the attendants who were about to go to war.However, considering the tense battle ahead, there was no big fuss, nor any frivolity, only some hot food and drink to boost morale before leaving.

The banquet was held in the front yard of the palace. Meng Huan was sure that the people accompanying the army did not recognize him, but he didn't know if the group of servants could recognize him, so he didn't participate and cooked in the yard silently.

Chen An had no children and was about to go to war, so his wife went back to her natal home to take care of her mother, so the yard was empty.

There was a noise at the door. It was a rather handsome young man, wearing a plain cotton jacket, poking his head, as if looking for him.

As soon as he saw him, he immediately smiled: "Hey, you."

"..." Meng Huan recognized that this was the person who bumped into himself and Lin Bozhou together that night.

Meng Huan paused and tentatively greeted, "Who are you?"

"I'm Shan Xing's cousin. We met that night. My name is Zhu Dong." He seems to have a cheerful personality, with a kind of cheapness that matches Shan Xing's lineage. "Aren't you going to join the army? Why don't you go to dinner?" ?”

Meng Huan shook his head: "Forget it, I don't like food."

Zhu Dong: "Are you shy?"

"..." Meng Huan raised his face and looked at him again.

Zhu Dong said: "I have inquired. Among us, only the two of us are about the same age and have not yet reached the championship. We will definitely become good brothers along the way, so I will come to you first to get acquainted."

He really has a good personality, Meng Huan raised his eyes curiously, and said, "Okay, I'll take care of you on the way."

He is not familiar with this name, he is probably a cannon fodder in the original book, but Meng Huan really likes people with good personalities.

Zhu Dong narrowed his eyes with a smile, and he said: "I will cover you when the time comes, I am not the same as my good-for-nothing cousin who can only recite poems and poems, I know the art of war, and this time I am here to make merit Yes, if you hang out with me, you will definitely stand out."

He looked around and said, "There is no need to burn the stove here."

He lifted the lid of the pot again, "It's still porridge."

"..."

Meng Huan was funny.

Don't you know that I'm the protagonist in the book?

But he didn't expose it, he grinned and added firewood to the stove.

Zhu Dong talked for a while, then stood up: "Then I'm leaving, see you tomorrow! Let's take care of each other if we have something to do."

Meng Huan nodded: "Yeah."

Zhu Dong jumped out of the threshold with a small step and left.

Meng Huan was worried that he would be bored traveling, and finally met someone of the same age, who was also in a good mood.He walked to the kitchen, found some fresh haggis, washed it in the water, and turned to look for spices.

The door slammed again.

Meng Huan thought that Zhu Dong had come running back again, so when he looked up, he saw an extremely luxurious robe and snow-white soap boots, which should have been stepped on the white marble steps. His crimson clothes brushed past the gate, bright as fire, incompatible with the simplicity and poverty in the yard.

Meng Huan was taken aback.

He put down the knife and went out. Lin Bozhou waved the eunuch back and said, "Hurry up and come back tomorrow morning. Don't let anyone know that the king is in Chen An's courtyard. Just say that the king is drunk and went back to sleep in the bedroom."

"Yes, my lord." The eunuch hurried away.

Lin Bozhou plugged the bolt on the wooden door, turned his head, and met the surprised Meng Huan.

There were only two people left in the yard.

Meng Huan subconsciously said, "See you—"

"Don't pray," Lin Bozhou lowered his head and straightened his cuffs, and walked over, "There is no one else, only us and my wife."

"..." Meng Huan always felt that he was connoting something, as if he was angry that he ran away after he had a lot of yin and yang that night.

Meng Huan smiled unconsciously, and shyly leaned into his arms, with the tip of his nose twitching, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol: "Husband, have you been drinking?"

"The battle at the border is intensifying, and I feel depressed," Lin Bozhou said, "Thinking that the soldiers who are about to go to war will be born and die, and I have a little pride, so I drank a few more glasses."

Meng Huan nodded: "Oh."

Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, and pinched his slender waist with his strong palm. Without saying a word, he bowed his head and kissed alcoholic and spicy: "Staying alone in the yard? Are you alone?"

Let him kiss the face, ears, and lips.

Meng Huan's eyes brightened: "Then didn't you come to see me?"

There was no smile in Lin Bozhou's eyes, and he pulled his lower lip: "Then what if you don't come?"

He seemed to feel that having Meng Huan here for a few days, he had already suffered.

Meng Huan didn't think so: "Then I'll eat by myself."

Lin Bozhou pinched his face, his foggy eyes were full of pity.He drank a little too much, his whole body was stained with the chill of wine, his eyes turned heavily: "Have you had dinner?"

Meng Huan: "No, but it will be cooked soon."

"Really?" Lin Bozhou swept the poor and clean yard, his voice paused for a moment.

Immediately, he stretched out his hands to wrap around the sleeves of the toga of the palace, and removed the small pot on the stove. There was yam porridge cooking in it, and it was gurgling smoke.

Turning his head again, he saw the washed haggis and spices in the plate.

"Hungry?" he asked in a low voice.

Meng Huan: "I'm a little hungry."

Lin Bozhou interrupted him with a strong tone: "Then Huanhuan go sit down, eat some fruit, and I will make a meal for you right away."

"...?????"

Meng Huan looked at his cumbersome and luxurious royal attire, his slender fingers that handle government affairs, beautiful brushwork, and his elegant demeanor and model. He is obviously a golden branch and jade leaf. What?

Meng Huan was surprised: "Can you still cook?"

Lin Bozhou said in a low voice, "When I went hunting in the mountains and forests in Guzhou, I asked my servants to set up pots and grills, cook some mutton soup with radishes, and roast mutton, so I can cook some meals."

But in that case, it was the young man who scolded Fang Qiu, not the daily necessities in the kitchen?

Meng Huan thought to himself, but didn't know how to stop him, so he saw Lin Bo's dignified and upright figure entering the shed, looking around, without any confusion, after finding the firewood, rice, oil and salt, he put the things into the pot.

The aroma of fried meat slowly wafted out, the smoke filled the air, and the upright figure was looming.

"..."

Meng Huan sat at the stone table, washing a basket of plums.

One by one, the sweet and sour fruits were stuffed into the mouth, and the juice was dipped in the fingers.

The smell of fried meat became more and more intense, and Lin Bozhou, who was wearing a crimson king's suit, stood in front of the altar, his dark eyebrows drooped, he had no complicated identity, no high-class status, just an ordinary husband, concentrating on his work. Make a hot bowl of dinner for the wife.

Meng Huan propped his chin, his brows and eyes were quiet.

All along, Meng Huan has always been a very insecure 0. His biggest fantasy about love is that there is a man who treats him sincerely. Just take good care of him and give him a warm family.

Meng Huan had no family since he was a child, so his desire for family was very strong.

In the beginning, Meng Huan really didn't like Lin Bozhou's type. The difference in status was too great. He would never bow down, and he would never give Meng Huan the ideal tolerance and love.

but……

Meng Huan picked up a plum and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste seems sour, but it is sweet when eaten.

He found that his previous cognition was not completely correct.

Not long.

Lin Bozhou was carrying a plate of fried haggis, a plate of mutton, and a bowl of spinach soup. He walked up to Meng Huan and put the things away one by one.

His slender and distinct fingers protruded from the cuffs of the dark pattern, bent down, and beat a bowl of white rice.

Putting it on the table, the voice is still drunk, calm and provocative.

"Okay, let's eat happily."