Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Soft, with a little choking.

The young man was full of fear and fragility, frowning slightly, looking at him pitifully, looking extremely vulnerable, but anyone would feel that hurting him was a sin.

Lin Bozhou: "Did you make a mistake?"

"No."

The voice is very regular.

"Since you didn't make a mistake, why are you afraid that the king will hurt you?"

Meng Huan couldn't speak for a moment. He will always make mistakes, how smart a person is, can never make mistakes.

If you make a mistake in front of a person without power, at least you don't have to worry about your life, but if you make a mistake in front of Lin Bozhou, you will be killed by him.

"Woo..." Meng Huan wanted to cry.

Dejected, he followed Lin Bozhou to the bathing room. As soon as the regent entered, a servant immediately stepped forward and respectfully undressed him.

"Lin Bozhou is tall and handsome in appearance, with a slender stature, and his posture is like a jade mountain, without the slightest sense of savagery. It only makes people think that he is a perfect vessel soaked in Confucian etiquette. But when he took off his clothes, he was familiar with the bow since he was a child. The horse has a strong body, broad shoulders, sharp muscles and beautiful strength, which immediately makes people believe that he must have great endurance in bed."

This is the original words described by the author of the original book—

And Lin Bozhou has a strange attribute, he will become flirty when he takes off his clothes, this is a setting added by the author of the original book for the convenience of driving.

"..."

Meng Huan glanced at him, and the back of his ears began to heat up uncontrollably.

The "compatibility" written in the book started again, Meng Huan felt strange,

Why would I blush at a treacherous minister?

Lin Bozhou leaned on the bank of the pool, gently resting his chin with his wrist, his black hair was soaked in water, and hung wetly to the bank of the pool, staring at Meng Huan intently.

Much like a shark.

Meng Huan picked up a wooden ladle to scoop water from his shoulders to wash it down. This is also the reason why he doesn't like ancient times very much. People with high positions and powers have to wipe their **** when they shit.

For example, if you bathe Lin Bozhou now, if you change it to a modern one, Meng Huan will definitely ask if you have anything to do?

Lin Bozhou had just finished riding his horse, and there were many sweat stains on his body. Hot water ran down his shoulders. Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "There is blood on the neck."

"Ah?" Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, and just about to scoop up water to rinse, he found that the location was not convenient. After thinking about it for a while, he wet his hands, and gently rubbed his ear and neck with his small hands that were soaked in water. blood spots.

The blood spots were dry, the young man's fingers were white and thin, his fingertips were slightly cool, and he touched Lin Bozhou's neck under his fair ears.

It feels smooth to the touch, like touching a piece of warm jade.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes, the narrow and long eye slits from bottom to top gave off a strange feeling.

Meng Huan was startled, and suddenly realized that this action was like touching his face.

"..." Meng Huan speeded up his rubbing movements, but it still looked like a caress.

— and still a little bit of pity, like soothing his wounds.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled up: "Why do you blush when you touch me?"

"Hot." Knowing that he was going to show off, Meng Huan didn't hesitate, "The pool water is too hot."

"Is it hot?" Lin Bozhou suddenly raised his hand.

His hands were a circle bigger than Meng Huan's, covering him from the back, closing them and pressing down, gently submerged in the water.

The voice is very low.

The tingling sensation reached the eardrum: "Do you want to feel it again?"

The hand is not only immersed in the water, but it seems to be very close to his legs.

Meng Huan: "..."

Help, the "Fitness" system let me go!

An elegant and powerful official who was still wearing court clothes just now took off his clothes to tease you, it's really exciting!

Meng Huan: TvT

Meng Huan pulled out his hand abruptly, and the water splashed everywhere, staining Lin Bozhou's lips a few points.

He blushed so hard that he couldn't speak, Lin Bozhou smiled: "When you were sleeping in my arms last night, you didn't seem so out of touch?"

"..."

This is not a matter of seeing outsiders!

You can have **** anywhere, it’s a big crowd, and there are maids outside the screen!

Meng Huan cried out in his heart, the roots of his ears became redder, like overripe peaches, the pink juice almost seeped out through his thin skin.

The emotion in Lin Bozhou's eyes deepened, as if he wanted to say something, there was a movement outside the door.

"My lord, my greetings."

The long history, Chen An, was in a hurry.

Lin Bozhou frowned, a little annoyed that he was getting closer to his wife and was disturbed, but the traces were hidden in an instant.

Now he is closing the door to thank guests, no one will be seen, and the invitation will be automatically blocked at the concierge. But Chen An actually took one over.

Chen An's voice came through the screen: "As expected, it's a greeting card from the Minister of Rites."

The Ministry of Rites, the most famous gathering place of the Qingliu Party in the imperial court.

The opposite of Qingliu is turbidity, and turbidity is the group of treacherous ministers headed by Lin Bozhou. He and the chief assistant of the cabinet are powerful and distinguished, and they are in charge of the court, depending on whether other officials are punished or not is determined by their mood.

But the Ministry of Rites is in charge of the imperial examinations. Through the friendship between teachers and students, most of the younger generation of reserve officials are attached to them, so their potential should not be underestimated.

"The minister of the Ministry of Rites has a close relationship with the Qingliu Party, and the Qingliu Party hates the prince, and his friendship with the prince has always been weak. But now I have sent a greeting card to see you, saying that he is concerned about the prince's eye disease, I don't know what it means."

Lin Bozhou touched the ripples on the water surface with his fingers, and snorted: "They are so smart, they found out so quickly. I know that the king is unwilling to return to the cabinet and intends to force out a bigger fish. I also know that His Majesty's will is biased towards the king. , this time the provocation plan failed...he came here specially to see—”

After a pause, "As expected, I came to beg for mercy."

Chen An: "So this impeachment, is the main messenger behind it really the Qingliu Party?"

"Not necessarily."

After saying this, Lin Bozhou stood up from the water with a "squeak" and had a full view of his body, which made Meng Huan lower his head.

With a faint smile in his voice, he looked at Meng Huan's red earlobes, and said to Chen An: "Let him wait in the teahouse, the king will come soon."

The figure outside the screen left.

Meng Huan silently helped him put on his clothes and trousers, feeling like he was serving a disabled person. After holding back for a while, he said, "My lord, can I ask a question?"

Lin Bozhou tidied his clothes: "Huh?"

"Before you married me, who dressed you?"

Lin Bozhou: "?"

Meng Huanxin said: Why do I feel like you don't have long hands.

But he didn't dare to say it, so he bowed his head and tied the knot on his side, with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "What? Do you think it's troublesome to serve the king?"

Meng Huan was depressed, and said to himself, you are really too old.

If he was an ancient man, there would be no problem at all. But he is a modern soul, so he is somewhat dissatisfied.

Lin Bozhou squeezed his chin, pinched the cheek, and said softly, "Go to Steward Xu, and tell me that the king rewards you. Open the treasury, and take whatever you want."

Meng Huan: "!!!!"

He looked up, looking at him unexpectedly.

Lin Bozhou's tone was calm, but he revealed that the king has plenty of money: "Aren't you happy now?"

Meng Huan was honest: "Happy."

"Go and pick something you like." Lin Bozhou put on the crane cloak of Yanju uniform, and said, "My husband is going to be busy."

"..."

Meng Huan froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide and looked at him in surprise, thinking that he had misheard the phrase "for my husband".

But as soon as Lin Bozhou put on his clothes, his aura suddenly turned into a manipulative style, and he left the bathroom surrounded by people.

Meng Huan stayed there for a while, feeling the lingering heat in the room, and the feeling of his jaw being pinched by him was still crisp.

...and a little hot.

He always likes to pinch his chin, as if he is treating some kind of child. It was pinching before, and now it is still squeezing the small cheek meat under his jaw, more like treating a child.

According to age, I am younger than him...eight years old.

Meng Huan bit his lower lip, and covered his face with a handkerchief wrung out of cold water, feeling stuffy in his heart, thinking that the scorching heat would subside.

...but after waiting for a long time, the ears are still red.

Meng Huan twitched the corner of his lips, pulled away from his thoughts, and gave up the enthusiasm of lowering his face, turned around and stepped out of the room.

Go find Butler Xu.

take money! Yes!

In front of him is a beautiful hosta, the whole body is white and moist, and when touched, it feels like a piece of ice.

"Ma'am, this is the best blue field jade."

Meng Huan: "Wow."

"Ma'am, this is Dushan Jade, with bright colors and delicate texture."

look again.

"This is Xiuyan jade, tough and moist, with a translucent luster."

Meng Huan was holding the heavy gold, silver and jewels in his arms, his arms were so thin that he couldn't hold them anymore, so he put some back after thinking about it.

Enough is enough, I can't take it when the time comes.

"Ma'am, you're welcome, just take whatever you like." Xu Wei suggested to him, "Madam's original jewelry is not gorgeous enough, so choose more and add more colors. The prince will also look pleasing to the eye."

He picked up a silver butterfly flower hairpin: "What do you think of this, madam?""

Xu Wei didn't hear any response.

He turned his head and saw Meng Huan standing in front of an antique shelf, looking at an emerald green jade pen with a dazed expression.

"lady…"

Meng Huan picked up the pen: "Can I have this?"

Xu Wei smiled: "Of course, Madam can take whatever she wants."

Meng Huan turned his head and looked around: "Is there any paper?"

"Of course, madam, is this?"

Meng Huan put down his other jewelry in order to pick up his pen, and said, "It's okay to be idle in the mansion, I want to have some fun."

For some reason, the scene of Lin Bozhou sitting on the bank of the pond emerged in his mind, clean and handsome, but deep and unfathomable.

His purpose of reading the original book was to draw a fan, and for some reason, he suddenly touched the inspiration in his heart.

Xu Wei said obediently, "Madam, please."

After returning to the mansion, he put down his valuables and asked his servants to arrange the tables into several tables and spread rice paper on them.

Meng Huan had learned traditional Chinese painting before, and he knew how to use a brush, holding a jade pen with his fine white fingers, and using light lines to spread and dye a large area of ​​color...and then outline the lines.

Xu Shi used to draw too many rough pictures, two human body structures appeared naturally in the brush, and the eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear.

In ancient times, landscape painting was more popular, and the human body was not popular. Meng Huan made some calculations, which means that not only can he not remember any plot lines now, but the only remaining golden finger drawing will not be of much use.

If this escaped from the palace, there is a high probability that he was drinking the northwest wind.

When Meng Huan was seriously thinking about how to escape from the palace, a voice sounded in his ears:

"Hey, in this **** picture drawn by Madam, are the characters the prince and Madam?"