Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks.

In front of him, Lin Bozhou sat down on the stool in front of him, half propped his forehead, looked at him with narrow eyes, and the faint smell of alcohol floated in his breath.

He just sat and watched Meng Huan eat, his eyes were so tender that he would drown him.

"..." His eyes were drawn, and Meng Huan was embarrassed to make him look at him. He picked up his chopsticks and asked slowly, "Why are you here?"

Lin Bozhou's tone was indifferent, "I didn't see you at the banquet, so I guessed that you were alone in the yard. I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came here."

The front mansion was full of wine and food, and the food and drinks were delivered. Thinking that Meng Huan could only stay alone in the back mansion, Lin Bozhou didn't know why, it was even more unbearable than when he was lusting for him at night, so he came over after greeting Chen An.

Meng Huan lowered his head and picked the rice into his mouth.

Lin Bozhou looked down at him to eat, and asked after a while, "Is the luggage packed with the army?"

"Packed up."

Lin Bozhou got up and went to the wing room where Meng Huan slept, and unwrapped the bundle that Meng Huan had tied up for inspection.It contained Meng Huan's painting tools and paper, some clothes, and a thicker padded jacket for Chen An to put on the luggage cart together, and he would carry this burden on his back.

The furnishings in the house are also plain and simple.

Lin Bozhou stood and watched for a while, took Meng Huan's wrist with his big hand, supported his narrow waist, and hugged him into his arms: "Is Huanhuan tired these days?"

"I'm not tired, I'm not that kind of golden branch and jade leaf," Meng Huan feared that he would worry, "I'm quite used to living in Uncle Chen's yard."

Lin Bozhou frowned, and his eyes moved slightly under his eyelashes.Meng Huan was already used to living in it. He is an ordinary person in modern times. In this book, he is also a family of petty officials. Unlike Lin Bozhou, who was born as a son of a dragon and a phoenix grandson, who is used to gold, jade, silk and satin, he thought Meng Huan could not adapt to it either. .

Meng Huan raised his hand and touched his face: "Is your husband uncomfortable with drunkenness?"

Lin Bozhou: "No."

Meng Huan still insisted, "But didn't you see me? Go back and rest, you don't need to stay here."

He felt that Lin Bozhou was not used to it, so he could go back. .

But I heard a slight laugh.

"Are you willing to let my husband go back?" Lin Bozhou bowed his head, looking into his eyes with dark eyes, "Tomorrow is going to march, and it will be even more difficult to meet my husband when we arrive in the army. Tonight is the last good day, so let Wei gone?"

His voice was drunk, extremely gentle, and seemed to mean something.

"Oh."

Meng Huan seemed to realize something.

He tentatively asked, "Is Uncle Chen coming back tonight?"

"For my husband, let him not come back."

Meng Huan understood, and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

After finishing speaking, he ran into the yard, ran to the well water and put the bucket in.

Lin Bozhou looked at the spot for a while, with a smile on his lips inexplicably, approached, and helped screw up the bucket.The room has a stone floor, and you can take a shower in the room. After closing the door, Meng Huan took a clean handkerchief: "It's hot, and I'm sweating. I'll wipe it off first."

Sitting by the bed, Lin Bozhou saw Meng Huan take off his long cotton coat, revealing his fair skin around the neck, thin and beautiful shoulder blades, and a concave waistline under his chest. The yard looked white and shining, and it was so beautiful that it didn't fit in.

Meng Huan simply scrubbed his body, and when he was about to take off his obscene pants, for some reason, he looked back at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou's eyes lingered on his waist, heavy, like tongues of fire passing by, he propped his head to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Meng Huan whispered, "...I haven't slept together for a few days, so I'm a little shy."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips could not help but curl up.

This is too cute.

He got down from the bed, approached, and his eyes fell: "Too shy to take a bath?"

Meng Huan couldn't describe this feeling, he was too close to Lin Bozhou, and he would be embarrassed to meet him face to face in broad daylight.Now I haven't seen Lin Bozhou for a few days, and I haven't had much contact with him. It takes a little courage to be honest with him suddenly.

Meng Huan frowned, not understanding his strange psychology.

Lin Bozhou smiled, and put his hands on his waist: "It's okay, I'll sleep tonight and we'll get close again."

As he spoke, his long fingers swam over and pinched the flesh of his cheek.

Meng Huan let him pinch, similar to when she was sleeping with him, bit her lip in shame, buried her head in his arms, and hid her face.The boy just shrunk into a ball, revealing two white ears.

Lin Bozhou wiped the sweat off his body.

Then, he carried Meng Huan to the bed covered with a mat.

In the wing room, the light was getting darker and darker, and the slanting light of the evening fell into the room, dyeing everything with a sense of obscurity.

There is a dark lamp beside the bed, and the light is suspended.

Meng Huan made him breathless, blushed, and looked at him unexpectedly: "Husband."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou said in a low voice.

Meng Huan: "We were so close before?"

Lin Bozhou was funny, and kissed him: "Well, Huanhuan forgot all of this?"

Meng Huan's ears were inconceivably red, the lines of his shoulders and neck were tense, his waist almost became a beautiful bow, and his whole body was almost rubbed into Lin Bozhou's arms.He just hugged it, hiding his face.

He likes Lin Bozhou to kiss him very much, and also likes Lin Bozhou to touch him tenderly. This is something that only the most intimate lover would do, and it will make him feel deeply loved by Lin Bozhou.

The night is getting darker.

Lin Bozhou lowered his head and kissed his lips again.

In the past few days, Meng Huan recalled the feeling of Lin Bozhou kissing him before, and it was very hot and comfortable in his memory, but now that he really kissed him, Meng Huan found that his memory was still not accurate.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: "Why is it better than before...?"

Lin Bozhou pressed against his forehead, and with a smile in his hoarse breath, he kissed his face: "No, it's because Huanhuan misses her husband too much."

Little is better than newlyweds.

Not long after the dark light in the room was on, Meng Huan turned off the light, thinking of saving some fuel.

In the darkness, starlight fell from the window, and the chirping of summer night cicadas sounded outside the window.

In the past when Lin Bo Zhou lived in the dormitory, there was movement in the intercourse, and the attendants would not say anything when they heard it.But Chen An's yard is different. Everyone is a neighbor. They don't see each other when they look up, and they gossip a lot.

Meng Huan bit the bullet and tried not to make any noise.

The night seemed longer than ever.

……

……

……

Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou to hug him, and boiled warm water to wash his body.

Very late at night, Lin Bozhou was sitting in the yard with his arms around him, neither of them seemed willing to sleep or leave.

"You can go back." Meng Huan said.

Lin Bozhou rubbed his hair: "No rush."

"Why are you so clingy?" Meng Huan's voice was also sticky, acting coquettishly, "How many more hours can I sleep when I go back now, don't we have to go out of the city to practice martial arts?"

"Think I'm clingy?" Lin Bozhou kissed his eyelids, "Tomorrow I will tell Chen An to let you ride in the carriage and not walk with them, for fear that it will be inconvenient for you to walk."

"Hmm." The boy's voice was obedient.

After finishing, Meng Huan put his arms around him, and said with a tired ending: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou pinched his face and said in a low voice, "Huh?"

Meng Huan kissed his face, not even realizing that her voice was so soft: "Husband is so amazing."

"..."

There was a brief silence, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

His jaw was pinched, and Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Excellent? Is that what I mean?"

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing, showing his snow-white teeth, very cute: "Well, it means sleeping with your husband is so comfortable."

"..."

In the dark, Lin Bozhou gnawed the tip of the gnat silently, with a half-smile.

Meng Huan was about to say these words in bed, but he refused to say them, and now he started muttering.

Lin Bozhou was helpless, he really felt his heart was falling apart one by one, and he held it tightly in his hands: "Do you know that Huanhuan must be obedient after joining the army? , will not make mistakes, and he will not let you be bullied."

"Uh-huh."

"Be good, be good, you know?"

Repeat these words over and over again.

Meng Huan felt that he was very much like a worried old father who sent his children to college.

Nodding: "Got it."

"My husband is very worried about you, but when the time comes, my husband will be busy with military affairs—"

Lin Bozhou's brows were gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but Meng Huan interrupted him: "Okay, okay, go back quickly, I will be obedient, I will be obedient, and I won't let you take time to worry about me."

A rare, inseparable sticky smell in the air.

Lin Bozhou stood for a while, his long eyebrows frowned: "I left for my husband."

"Go, go, go, go!"

Meng Huan watched him for a long time, Lin Bozhou finally went out, the eunuch was waiting not far away, put out the lantern, and led him to the bedroom of the former mansion.

A cool breeze blew in the air, Meng Huan looked at the disappearing lights for a while, lowered his head and yawned, his eyes dim with tears.

Then, Meng Huan went back to the wing room, pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.

In the afternoon, head to the barracks.

Horses and chariots stopped at the gate of the palace, and there was an endless stream. It was heard that the regent was going to send troops to fight. The people around the palace were surrounded by people, and some people came to see them off. The atmosphere was very lively.

Meng Huan was clutching his bundle, not knowing how to go, when Chen An came over, "Nephew, you and I will ride in a carriage in a while."

Obviously it was Lin Bozhou's arrangement.

Meng Huan went up.

As soon as he sat firmly on his buttocks, a voice sounded in his ears: "Why can you take a carriage? I can only walk."

"..." Meng Huan turned his head and saw Zhu Dong.

I had to find an excuse: "I didn't sleep well two days ago, I caught a cold."

"Oh," Zhu Dong walked beside his carriage, "We have a long way to go to the barracks, it's probably in the evening when we get there, it's time to go to bed and rest, when the time comes we will sleep next to each other, how about it?"

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

"Why do you look at me like that?" Zhu Dong said, "The Xingwuli was originally a Datong shop, and there are many people sleeping in one tent. Do you want to sleep with someone you don't know? I don't want to. We can still have mutual affection when we are together." care."

Meng Huan nodded: "All right."

Zhu Dong looked at him curiously: "What are you going to do?"

Meng Huan said, "I can draw."

"I know the art of war," Zhu Dong said, "When the time comes, I will definitely become the most powerful counselor in front of the prince."

Meng Huan felt that what he said was quite interesting, so he listened to it. This Zhu Dong was right next to his ear, and he kept repeating it. On the way out of the city, he lifted the curtain of the carriage from time to time and came to chat with him.

Meng Huan was originally in a nervous mood, but chatting with him made her feel better.

The weather was getting hotter, and when we arrived at the post pavilion outside the city, the carriages and horses stopped first, and the prince was going to rest in the pavilion.

Their group of staff can only find a cool tree to sit under.Meng Huan took out the kettle to drink water, and saw Lin Bozhou walked into the pavilion and joined a group of people from the Marquis of Zhenguan. The two sat drinking tea, and the attendants played fans behind them.

Zhu Dong squatted beside Meng Huan: "Do you know that person? Marquis of Zhenguan, who has a political disagreement with the prince, but you can see that they are as close as brothers now."

Meng Huan laughed out loud.

For him, it was a real pleasure to chat with someone who was straight-talking.

"My lord's expedition this time, many people are not from the palace, and they will definitely cause trouble secretly," Zhu Dong said, "This town is just one of the Marquis of Guan."

Meng Huan nodded in resignation.

The rest time is not long, we must continue to move forward.

"My lord please."

"Please."

After a few words, Lin Bozhou walked out of the gazebo, and his attendants waited for him to get into the carriage, and his eyes scanned the crowd for a moment intentionally or unintentionally.

Everyone is standing, or sitting, talking and eating, scattered scattered, and their postures are relatively correct.

Only the two teenagers, the cat under the tree, chatted happily about something, Meng Huan couldn't help laughing, his teeth were showing.

——It seems that the conversation is quite congenial.

"..."

Lin Bozhou looked away without any trace.

His eyes are cold, something is pressing him.

"My lord."

Shan Xing, who was talking next to him, was caught off guard, and he gave him a sideways glance.

"..."