Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

It was already evening when we reached the place where the Beijing Army was stationed.

The military camp was different from the luxurious, spacious and comfortable palace. When Meng Huan got off the carriage, he saw the tall and stretching city camp, piles of tents, and soldiers wearing uniforms walking around, filled with a solemn atmosphere.

It happened to be time for dinner again, pots were buried in the camp for cooking, smoke was emitted, and the crowd was busy back and forth.

When Meng Huan got out of the carriage, his first reaction was to see the prince driving at the front of the line.

The person who greeted Lin Bozhou was the admiral of the Beijing army, that is, Luo Juan's father, who was waiting for Luo Feng in peace.Luo Feng was a little older, with vicissitudes of face and tired eyes, he didn't smile when he saw Lin Bozhou, and took him into the camp after saluting.

"..."

He didn't even look back at himself.

Meng Huan murmured in his heart.

A voice sounded in my ears: "Everyone in the palace, please come with me."

They, the accompanying troops of the Regent's Palace, also have their own tents to live in.

As Meng Huan walked, he found this way, and the busy soldiers around stopped one after another, looking at the group of newcomers with excitement.

Someone asked: "Is this someone from the Prince Regent's House?"

"It should be. It is said that it is to support Liaodong. Now the three major battalions of the Beijing Army are under the supervision of the prince. Select a team from them to fight and set off immediately."

"Hey, him? It's not bad if he didn't come to take advantage of the army's salary."

Meng Huan couldn't help but look over.

After talking and laughing, those people shook their heads and left.

Just feeling baffled, beside him, Zhu Dong sighed: "Our prince's reputation is still so bad."

"..."

Indeed, in this book, apart from the people in the palace who think that Lin Bozhou is good, everyone else thinks that Lin Bozhou is too powerful, ambitious, and holds the national treasury in his hands, in order to make Da Zong exhausted.

Meng Huan frowned fiercely.

Damn, that's exactly what he's going to do now.

He wanted to see with his own eyes that Lin Bozhou's reputation spread to Da Zong and his grievances were cleared away.

Full of ambition, Meng Huan encountered the first obstacle when he walked into the tent.

The tent is spacious, the ground is covered with mats, and the quilts are spread on the mats, which are tightly connected, so that it is convenient for a few more people to sleep, and it is also convenient for people to roll up the bedding and leave when they leave the camp in the morning.

So the current situation is that Meng Huan has to live with a group of big men. After entering, everyone was a little shy at first, and then began to take off their clothes and pants. The weather was still hot, and there was a smell of sweat.

Meng Huan put down his burden, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the tent with a serious expression, pacing back and forth.

——Being in the army was really more difficult than he imagined.

Zhu Dong also went out to pace: "I can't stand it." He asked, "When shall we have dinner?"

While talking, a soldier came over with a big pot, cooking porridge in it, and said, "Have you brought a pot? You will cook by yourself tomorrow morning, and we are only responsible for receiving you for one night."

The pot was opened, and the porridge inside was mixed with vegetables and meat, and the smoke filled the air. I ate this thing at night, and there were no other dishes.

Meng Huan picked up the bowl, took only one sip of the sticky stuff, with a sad face, from taking the initiative to forcing himself to drink.

Zhu Dong was obviously a young master, so he spit it out after taking a sip: "Bah, what is it, why is it so bad?"

The soldier gave him a cold look: "A military camp is not like a royal residence. There are delicious delicacies. It's good to eat. Sometimes you don't have to eat."

Zhu Dong hurriedly apologized: "Hahahaha that's not what I meant."

"..."

This is the life of a large number of ordinary people and military camps. Without the aura of the protagonist, there is nothing.Meng Huan wasn't very picky, but he was easy to raise. He could eat thirty dishes, and he could also drink vegetable porridge. He squatted at the intersection with a bowl in his hand.

Halfway through drinking, Chen An walked over from behind the tent.

"The admiral is hosting a banquet in the middle tent, for the lord, who wants to go without a servant serving wine and food?" He asked with a smile.

This kind of serving people should obviously be done by young people, not to mention that he can be familiar with Lin Bozhou, so he can be promoted in the future, and he belongs to the close servant.Zhu Dong quickly raised his hand: "I'll go!"

Chen An glanced at him and smiled slightly.

Afterwards, Meng Huan, who was squatting at the intersection, was named: "Nephew, are you going?"

"..."

Holding the bowl, Meng Huan said "ah?"

It's a bit like a cat that was suddenly knocked on the head while eating dried fish.

Chen An smiled all over his face: "Will you go?"

From his ambiguous smile, Meng Huan stood up slowly and understood, this should be Lin Bozhou's excuse.

Meng Huan coughed twice: "Yes, you can go."

Zhu Dong was full of dissatisfaction: "Why don't you let me go? Chen Changshi, I will also serve the food and pour the wine."

Chen Changshi said: "I don't need to bother Mr. Zhu to do such a hard job. Let my nephew do it."

"..."

Although it was serving food and pouring wine, Meng Huan guessed that there was a high probability that Lin Bozhou wanted to make a small fuss for himself.

He tried his best not to show any emotion on his face, with a frowning look on his face, he went into the house to wash his face and tidy up, followed him through the trench camp, through the continuous tents, and finally came to the Chinese army tent where Lin Bozhou was.

Heavily armed soldiers stood at the door, with long knives on their waists, armor and flying saucer helmets, with a terrifying aura.There was some faint movement inside, someone opened the curtain, and Meng Huan took a look inside.

The atmosphere in the army was completely different from that in the palace. Lin Bozhou supported his knee with one hand, lifted his hem, and held the wine glass to his lips.And the people sitting there are all generals and masters of martial arts, all of them are strong and strong, their rough muscles are full of scars, and they all sit and drink heavily and eat large pieces of meat.

——It reminded Meng Huan of some violent maniacs.

But the young Lin Bozhou is not inferior to this group of people at all, and even has a sense of oppression that the world is in his hands.

Meng Huan approached cautiously from the side path, walked up to Lin Bozhou, knelt down, and picked up the jug beside him.

Lin Bozhou glanced at him, but said nothing.

He was as indifferent and distant as he would treat an ordinary servant.

【husband? 】

【Husband husband husband~】

Meng Huan thought for no reason.

If he really screamed out, what would happen to Lin Bozhou's upright, ascetic and steady expression?The camouflage must have been completely broken, Shen Wuqiu looked at him oppressively and out of control.

Meng Huan thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. He blinked and felt a different kind of excitement coming again.

He plays the role of the wine serving boy Anxin, staying beside Lin Bozhou, he can feel Lin Bozhou's body temperature at close range, and the warmth of the backs of his fingers protruding from his cuffs.

In the tent, they were drinking and having fun, and underneath, the admiral of the Beijing Army suddenly said Luo Feng: "My lord, I have checked the names that were counted a few days ago, and the number of missing people in each camp is also written in the book. Do you want to check now, my lord?" ?”

Meng Huan raised his face puzzled.

The people who drank and ate meat, their hands and feet stiffened at the same time.

It shouldn't be, it stands to reason that the new master should drink and have fun on the first night in the future, so that they can give gifts and bribes. Why is the admiral of the Beijing Army so ignorant, and let the prince handle government affairs as soon as he arrives?If the problem is really found out, I haven't given the gift yet, isn't it the end of the calf?

Lin Bozhou put down his wine glass ponderously: "Bring it up."

Everyone sat up straight in a hurry, their heads were sweating and they became nervous.

Chen An took the roster and held it in front of Lin Bozhou with both hands. He opened it and frowned gradually.It was as if a dark cloud suddenly shrouded it, swaying before the wind and rain.

The roster was suddenly thrown to the ground by him.

"The 72 guards of the Beijing Army are supposed to have 35 people, but the count is only 15, and there are 20 who are paid for nothing with their names!?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was like thunder.

Meng Huan shrank his ears, he had never heard Lin Bozhou speak in such a tone, he just lowered his head.

In fact, Lin Bozhou found out about this matter a few days ago, but now he is angry, obviously to show his authority in person.

Underneath, Luo Feng looked tired: "Go back to the prince, yes."

He is the admiral of the Beijing army, but the essence of the admiral of the Beijing army is useless. Each of the three major battalions has an eunuch as an admiral. too much.After Lin Bozhou became regency, the order of the Beijing army improved a lot, but there was no war, and the internal problems were never taken seriously.

——Of course, no one dared to take it seriously. Most of the small leaders in the Beijing Army were the sons of honored nobles.

Moreover, they are very good at calculating, and of course leave it to Lin Bozhou to do the iron-blooded and offending errands, and they dare not offend the honorable class.

Lin Bozhou's gloomy eyes swept across the tents of the Chinese army, his eyelashes lowered, and his voice was like a curse of death: "Weizishouying, the camp of young officials and others lacks the most, where is the admiral of the fifth army battalion?"

A high-ranking eunuch in red who was drinking at the bottom was suddenly hit by him, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a bang, and he climbed into the field tremblingly, with a terrified expression: "My lord, my lord—"

"Fifty staff!"

"My lord!" The sharp pleading voice didn't have time to resound, the clothes that were separated had already been beaten bloody and bloody.

One stick fell down, as if it fell on everyone's heart, Lin Bozhou's anger did not disappear: "Where is the camp officer and the general manager? Bring it up!"

The admiral of the Fifth Army Battalion was beaten, and the people under the staff didn't speak, but when they heard that they were looking for the battalion officer and the general manager, their expressions changed one after another.

"This……"

"Isn't it appropriate? My lord, think twice—"

The young official's family camp is full of honorable children, including the descendants of Duke Houbo. Lin Bozhou wants to offend the entire noble class in order to gain prestige, how extreme is it!

But they dare not say more.

——Lin Bozhou's posture is real, if he gets angry, Lin Bozhou will fight with them.

In the entire Chinese military tent, Lin Bozhou was the only one who spoke loudly. The others lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. The solemn atmosphere seemed to be stagnant. Meng Huan secretly raised his head and glanced at Lin Bozhou.

... The husband who had become a stranger again had his dark and slender brows pressed down extremely low, his eyes were gloomy, and the murderous aura shrouded his body made the people in the entire Chinese army tent who had faced the enemy dare not make a sound.

He wants to kill people, build up his prestige, and punish all the old tricksters in this military camp. He knows how to restore order to this military camp with old scars. Only barbarism can revive a dying civilization.

For this lifeless barracks, heavy codes must be used.

Several honorable descendants were brought up, each fat and strong, white and round, they hurriedly knelt down: "Meet the prince!"

The gifts they prepared had not been delivered to the lord, and they were brought up first. They were all flustered, but they managed to maintain their composure.After all, their parents were all sons of uncles, so Lin Bozhou probably wouldn't really touch them.

But when they comforted themselves in this way, they saw Lin Bozhou who was seated at the front lowered his brows, a gloomy and cold light flashed in his eyes, and pulled out a token from the bucket with two fingers.

This is a military order.

—A military order to kill.

Military orders are like mountains and cannot be shaken.

Several people woke up suddenly as if they had fallen into an ice cellar: "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! My lord..."

"Whoa!"

With a crisp sound, the token was pushed to the ground.

represents a death sentence.

Lin Bozhou's voice was deep and heavy.

"Drag it out and cut it off, the head will show the three armies!"

There was a commotion underneath.

The pale-faced Luo Feng stood up, as if to stop him: "My lord, the officer in charge of the Young Official Sheren is the grandson of Lord Zhen Guo, if a military order is issued against him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the Lord—"

That honorable junior also panicked and broke out in a cold sweat. I really didn't expect Lin Bo Zhou Liwei to take his own head: "My lord, my lord!" His tone was pale, "I really don't know what happened. There is a vacancy in the battalion. Others It has nothing to do with me—”

"The good one has nothing to do with you?" Lin Bozhou's lips curled up, his dark brows were extremely low on his eyelashes, and he was extremely gloomy, "The people under your name are empty of military pay and stealing from the treasury. You keep saying that the grandson of the Duke of Zhen is a hero who founded the country, and he has made great contributions to the dragon, but you are ruining the legacy left by the ancestors!" The coercion in Lin's tone is beyond comprehension, "Today, the king will clean up for the Duke of Zhen. Portal, come here, drag it out and chop it up!"

The soldiers outside the door quickly stepped in and took the kneeling Xungui hostage.

I really didn't expect Lin Bozhou to kill people and stand up when he first arrived, and the knife still fell on his head, and this nobleman immediately exploded.

"Lin Bozhou!"

The voice was shrill, and the words contained hatred, "You are originally a foreign vassal, and you are ambitious to enter the court! You hold His Majesty hostage to fight for power, and you are the one who steals the country. How dare you kill me!——"

Lin Bozhou's drooping eyelashes did not have any waves, and his voice was heavy and harsh: "Drag on!"

"You are the thief of the country!" The voice being dragged away cursed and cried, mixed with screams, "Go call my grandfather for help! Call my grandfather!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

There was a dead silence in the tent of the Chinese army, and the grandson of Lord Zhen Guo was convicted and killed by Lin Bozhou in a few words... The person holding the wine glass forgot to put it down, and his whole body was trembling.They didn't dare to speak, and they didn't dare to look at Lin Bozhou. They lowered their heads, only Lin Bozhou's dark eyes swept around.

He looked calm, observing who was dissatisfied with his murderous behavior, and twitched his slender fingertips slightly, as if the gods who ruled over everything were weighing the crimes of mortals.

After a while.

"Report!"

The knife and ax hand entered the account: "My lord, the head has been chopped off."

"Cut it off?" The murderous demon spit out an understatement with his sharp throat rolling slightly.

Lin Bozhou stood up, and the layers of elegant and luxurious royal clothes slowly walked to the door of the camp. His boots stopped, and he lowered his eyes indifferently, taking a good look at the bloody head.

The breath of fresh blood permeated the air, and there was an uncomfortable stench, he confirmed the eyes of the cut-off noble son, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips: "Okay, good kill, and the knife is fast. "

The backs of the generals were icy cold, as if a poisonous snake spitting out damp snake letters was clinging to their backs. These spring-like words did not reduce any fear, but made them colder even more.

"Snapped!"

In the silence, someone's wine glass fell and suddenly shattered.

——In the entire three military camps, no general is clean.They knew that Lin Bozhou was clear in his heart, but now he only killed the most incompetent and highest honored person.This is to establish prestige, to tell the group of soldiers plainly that he, Lin Bozhou, is the new leader of the army, and he, Lin Bozhou, can kill whoever he wants, and whoever dares to disqualify, embezzle the army's salary, and fill his own pockets He can take off that person's head at any time.

"Everyone, don't be nervous," Lin Bozhou bent down, picked up the cup with his bony long fingers, and handed it back to the general himself.He smiled, and changed from the demon who killed just now to a warm spring breeze, "The silverfish in the three armies have been eliminated. Next, we should work together and unite when we march in Liaodong. Everyone, you have made great contributions to Dazong. Rewards will not be rewarded." Less than now, let’s look forward.”

After finishing speaking, he sat back on the mat as if nothing had happened, with a pleasant smile: "Continue to drink."

A very simple and gentle sentence.

But Meng Huan heard the oppressive feeling of "Are you fucking disrespectful? Don't drink me to kill you."

He blinked and poured new wine into Lin Bozhou's cup.

It's true that his husband has no good face to anyone but him.

The coldness continued in the camp, and everyone was in a dream. The blood at the door of the camp reminded that the massacre just now was real. Their backs were stiff, and their two arms were fighting. He picks up the food and drink with trembling hands.

The crowd didn't dare to look at Lin Bozhou. In their eyes, this young regent who was only in his 20s was more powerful than a group of rough but useless, shrewd but aging generals. At the same time, they also knew that if they didn't listen to him, they would only die.

The storm is over.

Lin Bozhou turned his head sideways, his dark brown eyes flickered with dark light, holding a wine glass, and lightly tapped Meng Huan's white palm with the back of his fingers with veins.

The people in the tent were harboring evil intentions, and he was also harboring evil intentions, as if he was comforting his wife beside him, Lin Bozhou was still Lin Bozhou, in the eyes of everyone, Lin Bozhou, who looked like a Shura in front of Meng Huan, was still the man who treated him well.

Meng Huan filled his cup.

Lin Bozhou said: "Try it, how is the meat in the barracks?"

When he said this, his tone was gentle, and in the eyes of everyone, he looked like a general sharing food with his subordinates.As for why it was Meng Huan who served the wine, it was probably just because he was nearby.

The throbbing in Meng Huan's heart slowly calmed down, and he bit off the bacon on the tip of his chopsticks under his gaze, and the strong smell of spices rolled into the tip of his tongue, and the pungent wild game stimulated his saliva.

I don't know how this meat is smoked, the meat is as rough as dry wood, Meng Huan grinds his throat after eating it, and it takes a long time to bite it until it is chewed up. When he swallowed it, his eyes were red and his eyes were moist, and he looked at Lin Bozhou pitifully.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Why, the taste is not good?"

Asking about the taste of Meng Huan's bacon, he was just like Shura who killed people without blinking an eye. Now, with a smile on his lips, his eyes are gentle and tender, and he is stroking Meng Huan's white and slender fingers under the table. His wife clenched the tender base of her fingers.

His fingertips were very hot, it was the restless and boiling bad blood that had just killed someone.

Meng Huan could feel that his desire to kill hadn't stopped, but at this moment he forcibly suppressed it, met his gaze with infinite gentleness, and tried to keep his gaze cold and distant, as if——

——just like a good prince who dotes on his kinsmen.