Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The silence outside the carriage was accompanied by the movement of the cold wind.

The flickering flames reflected Meng Huan's eyebrows and eyes. He swallowed softly, hearing the sound of himself swallowing, and thinking quickly.

— If this is the person Zhen Guanhou came to intercept and kill, he would immediately, immediately, non-stop lead Lin Bozhou to abandon the car and flee.

Lin Bozhou's eyes are still not healed, he can't live without him, and he...Although he is timid, he can take Lin Bozhou and escape again. After making up his mind, Meng Huan cheered himself up, and gently supported the door frame of the carriage.

While he was waiting to run out quietly, a young man's voice sounded.

"Is it Chen Changshi in front?"

The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and the sword was drawn away. Chen An stood up and said, "So it's Commander Zhang? Aren't you stationed in the camp? Why did you lead the troops here yourself? I thought it was..."

A wry smile.

False alarm.

In the dark night, the flag could not be seen clearly, and Zhang Hu's rapid breathing could be heard after galloping: "The general heard that the prince's whereabouts, and couldn't hold back, so he came here to meet the prince." His voice was full of worry.

I see.

This group of people is loyal to Lin Bozhou, and Lin Bozhou's whereabouts, to them, is like lighting a candle in the dark, and everyone wants to return to him as soon as possible unconsciously.

The danger is lifted.

The tense strings in Meng Huan's mind relaxed, and he slowly sat back in the chair. He felt that he was a little nervous during this period, he couldn't sleep at night, and occasionally woke up in the middle of the night, thinking that the wind outside the window was the footsteps of officers and soldiers who came to search.

The guards were on both sides of the sedan chair, with an obvious sense of security, Meng Huan felt a sense of exhaustion from the depths of his body, and his voice suddenly became sticky: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou tilted his head: "What?"

"sleepy."

The boy's voice was soft and soft, as if he was extremely tired.

Lin Bozhou put his arms around him, stroked the broken hair on his forehead lovingly: "Then go to sleep first?"

"Yeah, I'm going to sleep first, call me when I get there." Meng Huan obediently closed his eyes and muttered softly.

His slender and thick eyelashes made the fire glow a little orange, his head was tucked into his collar, the line from the bridge of his nose to his chin was delicate and beautiful, white and fragile.

When he fell asleep, he didn't seem so nervous, but his fingers were still holding the corner of Lin Bozhou's clothes lightly.

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while.

The reflection in his eyes outlines Meng Huan's eyebrows, forehead, and corners of his lips, which he hasn't seen in almost half a month, and he can only wait for Meng Huan to fall asleep before taking his sight.

"Snap—"

With Luoxue's voice, Lin Bozhou seemed to have regained his senses after falling into a trance, and when he remembered something, his lips lifted slightly.

I can't see it with my own eyes.

His smile stopped, and he looked away.

The carriage continued to move forward in the wind and snow. After driving for about an hour or two, there was a faint light of fire in front of it, and finally arrived outside the camp where the guards of the palace were stationed.

The stopped carriage woke Meng Huan, he rubbed his eyes and looked around blankly: "Are you there?"

"arrive."

"Then I'll go down first."

Meng Huan leaned on the door frame and jumped down. His shoes almost slipped on the ice. When his center of gravity was unstable, Lin Bozhou raised his hand to support his arm.

"Huanhuan, be careful." Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle.

"Yeah." Meng Huan yawned again, tears streaming down his face, looking at the familiar camp dimly.

Chen An moved a stool and helped Lin Bozhou: "My lord, get out of the carriage. You have been waiting for my lord for half a month, and you are all looking forward to meeting my lord, so I feel confident."

The simple carriage drove into the camp, feeling like being dusty. Meng Huan was still yawning and sleepy. It was late at night, and the tent was completely silent. Many people stayed not far away, with bright lights, as if they were waiting for Lin Bozhou to go over and talk.

but.

Lin Bozhou said in a weary voice, "Travel is exhausting, I won't see them tonight, let's rest for a night."

"Alright, we should rest first." Chen An led the way and led Lin Bozhou to the sleeping tent next to the Chinese army tent.

The guards guarded the road. Although it was late at night, it didn't feel gloomy or scary.

There was no danger of his life anymore, and Meng Huan's footsteps became much lighter. After rubbing his face to dispel sleepiness, he opened the curtain of the sleeping tent. Yang back, revealing the white forehead and chin.

——Hot meals are placed on the table in the sleeping tent. At a glance, there are beef and mutton, chicken and duck, and spirits.

A wooden bucket was poured with steaming water.

The bed was covered with soft and comfortable quilts.

The source of the high fever was a large copper basin in the tent, burning firewood, dissipating the cold in the room, and even forcing Meng Huan to feel a little bit warm.

"..."

As if staying in place, Meng Huan stared blankly at the sleeping tent.

He has been wandering outside for so long that he almost forgot that this is a standard part of Lin Bozhou's life, but it was extremely unexpected. He couldn't help looking around, looking around, and a strange feeling came over him.

—All of these all show that they are safe. They go home. The previous experience of sleeping in the wind and living in the open and escaping from the dead disappeared without a trace, and became a memory that could be covered up with a snowfall.

"My lord, rest well, and Chen An will leave."

The people beside him exited the camp tactfully.

Only Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were left in the room. Meng Huan rubbed his face, as if he had woken up from his daze, and his first reaction was to walk to the dining table.

He is hungry.

Meng Huan led Lin Bozhou over and whispered, "Shall we have some?"

"Huanhuan can eat whatever he wants." Lin Bozhou smiled.

Meng Huan was in a good mood. He looked down at the chicken, duck and fish on the table, as well as a pot of steaming porridge.

Meng Huan's throat rolled slightly, and after sitting down, he scooped up a bowl by himself, and put a lot of food into the empty bowl beside Lin Bo's boat. After making arrangements, he picked up his chopsticks and said, "It's time to eat."

Lin Bozhou obviously didn't intend to talk about business tonight, but just wanted to have a good rest. At this time, he took off the fox fur and crane cloak, and also changed the royal clothes. He only wore the white and clean inner robe, but it was not cold in front of the stove. Holding his forehead with his fingers, he seemed not interested in eating, but was very interested in Meng Huan.

His eyes fell on Meng Huan's direction.

strangeness.

Meng Huan couldn't help but look at him.

... Lin Bozhou's eye disease is clearly not healed, but Meng Huan always feels that his eyes are as if he can see.

Meng Huan took a sip of the porridge and picked up the fish, thinking wildly, he suddenly ate a fishbone and spit it out, his gums were pricked a little.

He stopped chopsticks at once.

Lin Bozhou: "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan: "What kind of fish is this? It has a lot of spines."

"It should be river fish." Lin Bozhou picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips for him. "Now that the winter is freezing, it's not easy to eat some fresh fish. This kind of fish is probably the only one left. Eat carefully."

Meng Huan nodded, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the beef.

The taste is the same as before, but the porridge is very special. It is cooked with millet mixed with rice, and it is a bit watery.

This made Meng Huan not very used to drinking.

He lowered his head to eat, Lin Bozhou didn't move his chopsticks the whole time, and looked down at the bowl, the line from the bridge of his nose to his chin was cut and handsome, reflected by the dark light, his brows and eyes looked a little tired.

Meng Huan put down the bowl: "Why don't you eat, are you tired?"

"No," Lin Bozhou said softly, "Huanhuan eats by herself, don't worry about me."

Guess that he probably has something on his mind.

For a thoughtful person like Lin Bozhou, when he thinks of one thing, he doesn't think about it.

Meng Huan said, "Then wait for me to eat two more bites, and we'll go to bed after eating."

He speeds up his meal.

However, the tip of the chopsticks hurriedly brushed across the table, and Meng Huan caught something greasy, thinking it was a piece of meat, unexpectedly took a bite.

"pickle?"

It was the first time for him to eat pickles in Lin Bozhou's sleeping tent.

This should be the popular local cabbage, potatoes, soaked together, and the taste is not bad.

Lin Bozhou listened, raised his gaze slightly, and did not speak.

Meng Huan didn't pay much attention to this, and stood up after hastily eating: "Take a bath to warm up and go to sleep."

He helped Lin Bozhou to the hot tub.

The wood on the rim of the hot tub was new and looked like it was newly spliced. Lin Bozhou walked slowly, and his body seemed to be a little heavy. Meng Huan put his hands on his lapel, and felt Lin Bozhou's warm breath, passing a numbness from his skin to his heart through his fingertips.

"Take off your clothes?" Meng Huan asked in a low voice.

Lin Bozhou's tall figure almost shrouded Meng Huan in the shadow.

He lowered his eyes halfway and focused on Meng Huan.

After a while, he said: "Okay, Huanhuan has worked hard."

Gentle, still coaxing a child's tone.

Meng Huan unbuttoned his skirt with his fingers, and took it off, revealing Lin Bozhou's thin and tight shoulders, shining light on his ears and neck, flowing down like water.

There were also some small shadows on the bridge of his nose and under his lips, and the drooping eyebrows and eyes were unconsciously filled with interest and scrutiny.

"..."

Meng Huan also took off his clothes.

Before taking off, he subconsciously glanced at Lin Bozhou.

Then, Meng Huan remembered that he had been married to him for half a year, yet he was still so shy.

His ears were red, he took off all his clothes, and bent his knees into the hot water bucket.

The space is narrow, and if two people enter together, there will inevitably be physical contact. The knees rubbed against each other lightly, and as soon as Meng Huan touched the hot water, he felt his muscles relax, and his strength was taken away in an instant, and he sat slumped in the bucket.

"It's great to be back, unlike outside, where there is nothing."

Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh.

He picked up the handkerchief, and after brushing water on Meng Huan's body, the wet handkerchief wiped his shoulders, ears and neck.

"Hey, husband," Meng Huan stopped him lazily, "Now that you're back in the camp, you don't have to be my daughter-in-law to take a bath and warm the bed, so you don't have time..."

When his subordinates see it, it will deepen the impression that Lin Bozhou is so seductive.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly: "The days will be long in the future, so you're not used to it now?"

"…Um?"

Meng Huan was dumb, and opened her lower lip.

The conversation between Lin Bozhou and Chen An flashed through his mind.

According to all kinds of information revealed during this period, there is a high probability that Lin Bozhou will return to Guzhou after entering Beijing and become an idle prince without a job.

—Become like all the vassal kings, with noble blood, enjoying the glory and wealth, but unable to interfere with the imperial court in the slightest, and be a bird in a cage woven with gold and jade.

"Are you really going back to Guzhou?" Meng Huan was always skeptical.

After all, there is no such plot in the original book.

Lin Bozhou smiled and grabbed his hair to keep it from getting wet.

"Well, I want to go back."

Meng Huan paused for a while, na na: "Okay."

It's peaceful, but a little strange.

The main reason is that it is really difficult for him to connect Lin Bozhou, who deals with the ups and downs of the government, with Lin Bozhou, who walks birds, raises cats, watches theaters and drinks tea all day long.

In the past, Meng Huan hardly saw Lin Bozhou in the mansion during the day. He was busy planning the world's major affairs in the court all day long, and he was full of vigor, as if he was born to hold power. But if I go back to Guzhou, I can't believe what it's like to watch Lin Bozhou recite poems and fight against each other every day, taste tea and enjoy flowers, even hit the horse hanging and hum a little song.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan turned his head and looked at Lin Bozhou: "Husband."

The handkerchief in his hand stopped, and Lin Bozhou turned his gaze: "Huh?"

Meng Huan's voice was gentle, but every word was extremely clear.

"Do you like that kind of life?"