Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The shadows in front of me shook, from one to three, and then to one. The leaves and wind and rain seemed to be shaking.

Meng Huan's knees gave way and he fell to the ground. His hair immediately fell down, and the blood from the worn out knees dripped out along the water, wetting the nearby puddles.

Zhu Dong's voice was sad: "Brother Chen! Brother! Why are you working so hard? You—"

His voice was choked up, as if he was about to be speechless. After ecstasy and excitement, he realized that Meng Huan was now physically weak.

He picked up Meng Huan's arm and helped him drag the mud and water down the mountain, wiping away tears as he walked: "Brother, you really impress me, you are amazing, you are a dragon and phoenix! Compared to me, I am a waste!"

"What are you talking about?" Meng Huan patted him on the shoulder, "Being with you makes me more courageous."

Zhu Dong is a young son of a rich family, not a wealthy family, but he was raised by his parents doting on him since he was a child. When has he been ravaged by such wind and rain all the way? He looked at Meng Huan's worn knees and cried while walking, but Crying and laughing wildly: "Oh, mother, I have never saved so many people in my life!"

He knew he would be useful, but he didn't expect it to be this useful.

Let them not do bad things.

Cool!How refreshing!

Meng Huan was exhausted and had no strength, but he still smiled with white and small teeth: "I will write to Lin Bozhou when I return to the city."

The two of them walked with their arms, the mountain was full of torrential rain, when they reached the foot of the mountain and looked up, the accumulated black clouds on the tower seemed to be blown away by the wind. In the evening, a few pieces of skylight leaked from the clouds, falling on Meng Huan's upturned eyes inside.

Illuminate his pale chin, his eyes are slack, but they can be gathered again, but they are still bright.

Although embarrassed and weak, Meng Huan's eyebrows and eyes are still handsome, only adding a bit of pale fragility, his eyebrows and eyes are calm and resilient.

An old man pulling an ox cart was stopped by Zhu Dong: "Grandpa, please take us to the government office, my brother really can't walk... Please..."

The old man took a look and said, "Come on."

Meng Huan's legs were sore and weak, and the moment he got into the bullock cart, his shoulders immediately relaxed.His knees were heavy, and all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away. His elbows were rubbed against the hard wood, and the tip of his nose smelled the smell of hay on the bullock cart, and his consciousness gradually became blurred in the sway.

I feel like I can't hold on anymore.

Meng Huan grabbed Zhu Dong's arm and said two words: "Write a letter."

Zhu Dongwang cried loudly: "Brother, hold on, brother! Brother!"

"..."

The scene was weird, Meng Huan reluctantly glanced at him, "I'm just tired..."

After finishing speaking, he felt as if the task had been completed, and closed his eyelids amidst a great sense of exhaustion.

His whole body was wet from the rain, and he couldn't sleep well. From time to time, he heard Zhu Dong urging the farmer: "Grandpa, can you hurry up? He won't be able to hold on anymore."

Arrived outside the government office: "Come here! Call the doctor!"

Meng Huan was carried in, pinched and poured a bitter medicine into his mouth.The strong bitter taste stimulated his nerves, causing his forehead to twitch violently.

"........."

Reluctantly regaining consciousness, he replaced the wet skin with dry clothes, and lay back on the bed.

—Finally went to bed.

Maybe it was because of the rain for too long, running for too long in the strong wind in the mountains, and throwing his head on a stone. Meng Huan started to feel hot all over his body. He had an unstoppable high fever. The worn skin from his arms to his fingertips was like burning. scorching hot.

Meng Huan had many dreams.

I dreamed that Lin Bozhou was coming.

Dreaming about winning a battle.

Dreaming of those bloody corpses, dead horses and soldiers' bodies all over the ground, blood-stained city towers, turned into bright lanterns on top of trees, under the moonlight, Lin Bozhou's crimson python robe was blown by the night wind, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked , waiting for him to watch the fireworks in the distance together.

He opened his lips, and his eyes were gentle: "Thanks for your hard work."

……

Meng Huan moved his fingers. Amidst the tingling pain and dryness of his lips, he realized that he was thirsty.

He has been in a coma for three days.

"My head hurts..." Meng Huan muttered, struggling to get up, "How can I sleep for so long? Is this still a human sleep?"

In the past three days, he hardly ate anything, and was occasionally woken up to take medicine. The food was put aside and he had no appetite to eat. When he was in the mood, he would take two bites. The food was basically cold, and he would go back to bed after two bites.

When he stood up, his knees were shaking, there was no one in the room, it felt like it was evening, this mansion was eerily quiet, the dim light fell into the room through the windows.

When he woke up and found that it was evening, his mood seemed to be a little gloomy and lost. Holding his teacup, Meng Huan stared at the window distractedly for a while.

His energy is much better, but his movements are still a little sluggish, and there is a sense of hunger in his stomach. Generally speaking, as long as a person is still hungry and wants to eat, there is no major problem with his body.

Meng Huan found the cold rice on the table, poured boiling water into it, and dug a few mouthfuls on the spot.

Rice.

White rice.

Fragrant and sweet.

Meng Huan felt that he was going to go crazy with hunger, and there was an evil fire in his stomach, and he returned to the gluttonous appetite when he was watching food videos at midnight at midnight.

While he was trying to plan his meal, there was a sound of walking outside the door.

Meng Huan thought it was a doctor, so he paused for a while with his chopsticks, and continued to put a chopstick of rice into his mouth, without stopping to cook the rice.

Until the footsteps stopped at the door.

Brief silence.

"Who?"

Holding the bowl, Meng Huan turned his head and saw a dark and slender figure there.

Lin Bozhou's silver-white flying fish suit was permeated by the night on the bluestone slab hanging from the eaves, with one hand resting on the long knife by his side, the skirt and cuffs were stained with blood, and his long and narrow eyes seemed to be filled with snow. Meng Huan's lips curled into a thin line.

Seeing people, Meng Huan subconsciously put his rice bowl behind his back.

Seeing that it was Lin Bozhou again, Meng Huan let go of his hands, and called out, "Husband."

He felt a little lost, and let Lin Bozhou see that he was cooking like a starving ghost.

Feeling uneasy, he walked forward, Lin Bozhou entered the lobby, and his entourage stopped in the yard.

"Are you here?" Meng Huan asked.

"When I received the letter, I came here."

Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand and naturally hugged Meng Huan into his arms.

Meng Huan still had half a mouthful of food in his mouth, and he swallowed it quickly, the corners of his lips were gently rubbed by his fingertips, feeling warm to the touch.

"Are you hungry?" Lin Bozhou looked down at his white rice bowl.

Meng Huan stammered, "Yes."

He gently opened his fingers one by one, put the bowl back on the table, and turned his head to signal his followers: "Go down and prepare some food."

Letting him lead, Meng Huan sat in the chair.

"That way—" Meng Huan was about to finish.

Lin Bozhou lifted the hem of Fei Yupao, as if it was inconvenient to squat, so he knelt down and half knelt down in front of him, his eyes were just at the same level as Meng Huan.Those sinking eyes focused on the corners of Meng Huan's eyes, inspecting his thin jaw inch by inch, and stroked with his thumb, as soft as a feather, from his lips to his earlobe, feeling extremely painful.

"never mind."

Meng Huan grabbed the back of his hand.

His hands are thin and soft, but Lin Bozhou's hands are clearly long and slender, with hard joints, allowing him to hold them softly.

Meng Huan asked again: "Is that road blocked?"

"When I received the letter, I asked the guards to take people to block it," Lin Bozhou said in an unbelievably low voice, "Huanhuan has made a great contribution this time, and I am very happy for my husband."

Meng Huan nodded, and after humming, he gently pinched the tip of his nose.

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled, as if he wanted to say a lot, but he didn't say it, his eyes were suppressed, but the deep pain couldn't be concealed.

Knowing that he was worried, Meng Huan showed a sunny smile and said, "I'm fine now, but I was caught in the wind and cold when I climbed the mountain in the rain that day. Don't you think I'm alive and kicking now? Husband, go and ask them to prepare something to eat." , I'll be alive and kicking today after the food is served!"

However, it might be because he really didn't have much strength in his body. After he finished speaking, Meng Huan's chest heaved, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he began to pant.

"..."

Meng Huan quickly took a deep breath to calm down the confusion at the moment.

He even smiled, but Lin Bozhou moved forward, put his arms around his waist, no longer suppressed the tenderness just now, but hugged Meng Huan heavily into his arms.

Being hugged tightly by him, Meng Huan turned his head to the side, and he could see Lin Bozhou's dark eyebrows and sharp nose bridge, the man who was usually calm, rational and calm, now his voice trembled.

"Huanhuan." The voice was very low.

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

"Jizhou will win. After defeating Zhu Lizhen, my husband will take you back to the capital, back to the palace, and enjoy peace and stability. Don't put yourself in danger again."

Meng Huan gently touched his temples, wanting to say "I'm not afraid", but when it came to his lips, he said: "Okay, let's go back to the capital together."

Meng Huan's body was not yet sharp, and he lost the strength to speak for a while. Lin Bozhou stroked his hair and said, "What do you want to do?"

Meng Huan said: "I want to take a bath, I'm covered in sweat."

"Then take a bath." Lin Bozhou asked someone to boil water.

It's almost late autumn now, and it's getting very cold in Liaodong in late autumn. Many people have to wear big padded jackets. Meng Huan went to the yard and found a thin layer of frost on the roof beams.

Meng Huan took off his clothes, the cold air suddenly invaded, and his white shoulders shivered slightly from the cold.

He sat in the hot water, and Lin Bozhou sat over, scrubbed his shoulders, neck and chest with a handkerchief, and washed his hair.

In fact, I have been sleeping very restlessly for the past few days, and my heart is always empty, but after seeing Lin Bozhou, my heart seems to be down-to-earth. Move and wash his hair.

"Ouch," Meng Huan let the hot water boil, and he started talking, "I was so excited that day. I planned to go to the back mountain to see it, but Li Fulang suddenly fell down and everyone told me to go down the mountain. We can only follow down the mountain."

He rolled his eyes nimbly, bragging to his husband: "As a result, Li Fulang talked to me, and after a few words, I let me try it out."

The corner of Lin Bozhou's lips raised: "So smart."

"The whole book's IQ exploded." That's all Meng Huan could say.

Lin Bozhou pinched his earlobe with his fingertips, it was greasy and itchy: "Sometimes I feel that you are out of tune."

Meng Huan: "I'm just talking nonsense."

He raised his head, stuffed the hot pastry into his mouth, and took a bite.

Lin Bozhou changed into snow-white clothes with wide sleeves embroidered with dark patterns. He brushed over the wooden barrel basin, and the elegance between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have returned. He poured another cup of hot tea for Meng Huan.

The voice is compliant, gentle and virtuous.

"Huanhuan eat slowly."

Meng Huan took a sip to his lips, and with half a sip left, he handed it to his lips.

Lin Bozhou smiled, took it into his mouth, and ate it all.

Meng Huan supported the wooden barrel and looked at him with his chin resting.

After taking a bath for him, Lin Bozhou turned back to get the dry clothes on the screen, with slender fingers, he was untying the tie of the clothes.

——He is really a gentle and considerate man.

Meng Huan thought inexplicably.

With his current physical condition, Lin Bozhou was afraid and lost, and he might have nothing to say to him as a slave.

Abba Abba.

It's really... too happy.