Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Meng Huan's hand was placed in his warm palm.

All the way down the mountain.

The city gate of Shanhaiguan was opened unexpectedly, and the sergeants in the city were a little bit at a loss when they learned that it was the regent's man, but a column of elite soldiers quickly entered the city, taking advantage of the night, and arrested Mao Chengchang, who was drunk.

The night is like ink, and the full moon hangs high.

Lin Bozhou's crimson python robe stepped into the department of the military department, the fireworks were held high, Mao Chengchang lay on the ground, looking at the tall and straight figure in front of him, his expression was shocked.From the clothing, he recognized the queen regent, his face was ashen: "Meet the prince."

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were covered with a faint shadow, and his voice was calm: "You have made great achievements in guarding the frontier, but you have caused Zhu Lizhen to become powerful, causing disasters in Liaodong, and the common people have suffered misery. The merit cannot be overwhelmed. Now take your head to avenge the anger of the people and comfort the morale of the army. What else is there? Want to say something?"

Mao Chengchang's voice was old: "Chen, I have nothing to say."

The courtiers of the two generations did not exchange pleasantries, only the queen of autumn settled accounts. Lin Bozhou was kind enough to say nothing about the stinky act he tried to sacrifice, so that he would not be lost forever after the [-]th floor of hell.

Lin Bozhou turned his back and gave the order: "Put him in prison, interrogate the bureaucrats of the court and China who colluded with him, sign the painting and then ask him to kill him, and his head will be passed on to the three armies."

So decisive.

Mao Chengchang, who had guarded Liaodong for 30 years, died overnight like no one in the court dared to touch him.

The atmosphere in the department of the military department is solemn, and the needle can be heard.No one expected that Liaodong changed hands in an instant, and they also changed from Mao Chengchang's soldiers to Lin Bozhou's soldiers.

There seemed to be a brief panic.However, after Lin Bozhou returned to the Ministry of Military Affairs to hand over the seal and went through the process, the people in the Shanhaiguan Yamen finally stabilized again.

Late at night.

Lin Bozhou's brows showed tiredness: "Where do you live?"

Commander Zhu Hai hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the Commander's Mansion has already been cleaned up by the servants."

Lin Bozhou hummed and moved to the General Military Mansion.

The army followers of the palace finally came in handy. Hearing the order, he went there before him and cleaned up the room where Lin Bozhou lived.

Meng Huan was mixed among a group of servants and generals, he didn't know where to sleep, until Chen An came to invite him, and said softly, "Go and serve the prince."

Meng Huan walked towards the courtyard where Lin Bozhou lived.

The atmosphere is different from that of the palace. Standing outside the door are armed generals, who take turns to work, and their iron armor is solemn.

Several pagoda trees were planted in the yard. When Meng Huan entered, someone boiled a pot of hot water and was about to wash Lin Bozhou's feet.

Lin Bozhou flipped through the book of war, and when he saw Meng Huan entering the door, he didn't lift his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "If he washes the king's feet, you all go down."

People backed out.

Close the door.

The indifference between Lin Bozhou's eyebrows and eyes disappeared suddenly, he approached and hugged Meng Huan into his arms, and then hugged him to the chair with the hot water basin, and squatted down to remove his shoes and socks.

"Huanhuan finally doesn't have to hurry, come and soak in hot water."

The water temperature was moderate, Lin Bozhou felt it for a while, and put Meng Huan's fair feet in it.

The feet were sore and tired all the way, and when they touched the slightly hot water, there was a numb itching. At first, they were a little hot, but they quickly adapted to the temperature, turning the originally white feet into a slight pink.

Meng Huan squeezed his shoulders and curled up his toes in embarrassment: "...I will wash it myself."

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Okay, Huanhuan washes herself."

But as he spoke, he didn't let go of his hands, obviously he had an understanding of Meng Huan's shy character.He curled his fingers and touched the soles of his feet lightly, "Is it comfortable?"

Meng Huan blushed: "It's comfortable."

After Meng Huan finished washing, he fetched a new basin of water. He also soaked his feet and brought a bucket of cold water. Meng Huan wet the handkerchief and slowly wiped Lin Bozhou's sweaty shoulders and chest from riding a horse. He smelled the sweat on Lin Bozhou's body.

A rare get-together between husband and wife.

"Mao Chengchang is dead. Go take over his army tomorrow and count the number of people." Lin Bozhou said, "The battle against Zhu Lizhen now falls on us, and we have to work even harder."

Meng Huan looked at him with dark eyes, feeling that he couldn't help, but also distressed: "Is your husband tired?"

"Tired," Lin Bozhou smiled and squeezed his chin, "No matter what you do, you will be tired, and you will not be tired if you don't do it, but I still think about it, do more if you can."

Meng Huan nodded.

What kind of character design did the author of the original book give Lin Bozhou!

Unlike Meng Huan who was full and sleepy every day, and waking up to eat, this march was considered a rare turnaround, but compared to what Lin Bozhou had to do every day, it was really very little.

Meng Huan kissed his lips sincerely, and his voice was sticky: "My husband is great."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised inexplicably, that's what he likes when he likes him, Meng Huan, whoever he likes, his love seems to overflow.

After washing and tidying up, Lin Bozhou sat back in front of the candlelight and continued to read the unfinished book.

For a meticulous person like him, how many pages to read every day and how many books to read in a few days are all set.

Meng Huan huddled into his arms, resting his chin on his shoulders, feeling sleepy: "I'll wait for you to sleep together."

"it is good."

Lin Bozhou put his arm around him, turned the pages, and occasionally patted Meng Huan on the back.Meng Huan was relatively thin, with light bones, and curled up in his arms was not heavy, just like a kitten, clingy.

After reading the military book, Lin Bozhou got up and hugged Meng Huan to the bed.

Meng Huan opened his eyes in a daze.It's already early in the morning, and neither of them seemed to have that kind of intention, they just hugged and kissed for a while, maybe because Meng Huan missed him so much, even after such a kiss, he was so tired that he felt dizzy and lay down in shame. down.

Waking up in the morning not to the sound of barracks horns, but to the normal crowing of cocks.

When Meng Huan rubbed his hair and got up, the male servant who made the bed saw him, lowered his head and said, "Young master, the prince has already gone to the front hall for dinner, and he said he will remind you to go when you wake up."

"..."

Meng Huan was actually a little nervous. He and Lin Bozhou hadn't met a few times in the barracks, but the time he fell asleep was the only time he sneaked away the next morning. Today was probably too tired. Meng Huan originally wanted to take advantage of Everyone went back before waking up, but they fell asleep directly.

The servant's attitude towards him was respectful, yet distant and polite. Meng Huan vaguely sensed something.

When he went to the front hall, Lin Bozhou had just finished his meal, and asked his servants to wait for him to get dressed and was about to go out to inspect the army. When he saw him, he said calmly, "The vegetables are warm in the pot, just ask them to bring them to eat."

Meng Huan: "?"

Make eye contact with him.

I really want to ask, Lin Bozhou, why don't you pretend?

Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou seemed to be recalling something, and then said: "I will tell you Uncle Chen what happened last night, and I won't wrong you."

"........."

Meng Huan's eyes darkened, as if he realized something.

Now at the General Military Mansion, there are so many people, there is really no way to pretend anymore. For example, Meng Huan originally lived in the courtyard of the army, but he didn’t return all night. There you have it.

Lin Bozhou simply changed his method and regarded him as a young boy he had a crush on during the march, so that he could get closer and conceal others.

Meng Huan blinked, feeling a little complicated.

Isn't this the same as being yourself, not only being Lin Bozhou's official wife, but also being his child outside, so you can love yourself.

Meng Huan turned around and looked at the dishes on the table.

"..." Forget it, that's fine.

And after all, this was the matter of Lin Bozhou closing the door. Except for a few close servants who knew about it, no one else knew about it. It was different from taking his wife out to fight with great fanfare, and his reputation was not affected much.

Meng Huan lowered his head, ate a full meal, and returned to the military yard. Zhu Dong looked at him with strange eyes: "Where did you go last night?"

Meng Huan sighed, "Hey, where else can I go?"

"The lord really has a crush on you?" Zhu Dong's voice was distressed.

Meng Huan coughed and nodded shyly.

"Absolutely," Zhu Dong was amazed, "Isn't this similar to those young masters molesting bookboys? They have no feelings, it's purely to vent, and I'm innocent. I hate this kind of thing the most."

Meng Huan patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's not a big problem."

Thinking about it, Meng Huan asked again: "You don't look down on me, do you?"

"Why should I look down on you, aren't you forced?"

Meng Huan quickly agreed: "Yes, I was forced by the prince."

Although Zhu Dong is sometimes very smart, but most of the time he is still young at heart, and asked curiously: "Why did the prince force you?"

Meng Huan adjusted his expression and became a little sad: "Just last night when we entered the city, I was going to sleep, but was suddenly called by the prince to wash his feet. You also know that washing scripts is not a serious thing at all. While I was washing, the prince said that he would wash for me. Think about it, he is a man of gold? It is obviously wrong to say such a thing. Then, he touched my feet coquettishly, touched my feet Just hugged me to the bed and started ripping off my clothes."

Zhu Dong is a little virgin with a shocked face.

Meng Huan sighed: "I don't dare to resist him. After all, he is a prince. If I say a word, I will lose my head. He also said that as long as I follow him, I will have all kinds of glory and wealth in this life. I thought I was humiliated." Biting his tongue and killing himself, but thinking of having such a good friend as you, I can't bear to part with it."

Zhu Dong slowly heard the smell: "Are you kidding me?"

"..."

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing, showing his white teeth, "I'm just kidding."

"You!" Zhu Dong was very annoyed, "I'm worried about you!"

"joke--"

Meng Huan laughed for a while before realizing that there was someone behind her.

Looking back, Shan Xing smiled all over his face: "Oh, that's what happened."

Meng Huan: "..."

Zhu Dong got up: "Cousin!"

Shan Xing waved his fan: "I thought the prince was committed to the princess, but it turns out that he also has the common problems of men."

"..."

He clearly knew what game Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were playing now, and if he wanted to joke around, Meng Huan was upset.

"Why are you here?" Zhu Dong asked.

Shan Xing held a bag of money and said: "Isn't this the order of the prince, saying that we have been suffering for half a month, so we can go shopping in the city and eat something good, and bring along the cousin of Chen An's family?"

Meng Huan said oh, he understood.

Lin Bozhou asked him to come and accompany him to pass the time.

Shan Xing's voice paused, lazily.

"By the way, I will take you to make a contribution."