Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

"It hurts..."

The bursting pain, like a valley cracking, stretched in his mind.

Meng Huan's lips were dry, and he fell into a coma as if suffocated, with endless dreams echoing in his mind. He dreamed that he was standing in front of a pillar, raising his head and scolding: "Even if I die, I will not be a male concubine to that treacherous courtier!"

"Famous editors of strong men are not allowed to be selfish. Donate your life to go to the country, and see death as home. If I marry this treacherous minister, I will be no different from the corrupt scholars of the Manchu Dynasty, and you like pigs and dogs who are like-minded!"

"Heaven accepts me. He doesn't want to make me dirty. He wants me to be clean and return to cleanliness..."

Meng Huan's eyelashes trembled, and the figure of a young man flickered in front of his eyes. The other party's eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as his own, handsome and slender, but with long hair, wearing a long robe, radiating lightly, and looking furious.

After the man finished saying this, he slammed into the pillar—

"boom!"

There was a burst of severe pain in his head, and Meng Huan suddenly yelled: "Don't!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, his face was dripping with sticky sweat, which slid down his pale and handsome chin, and wet the hair around his ears.

A man stood in front of him, glanced at him, and stood up.

someone asked.

"are you awake?"

"woke up."

"That's good, don't let him seek death again. Wash it first, and the prince will use it at night."

After speaking, there was a sound of opening the door, and someone walked out.

Meng Huan's heart was beating violently, the lingering pain in his head was still there, and he looked around blankly.

…The glowing red wedding room and candles, the blood-stained pillars, and the incomprehensible gibberish, are they still in a dream?

Meng Huan blinked, and the little Xi Nu who had just been ordered approached, holding a basin of water, and said, "Mr. Meng?"

Meng Huan looked at him in surprise: "What did you call me?"

"Call you Mr. Meng, what's the matter?"

After the other party finished speaking, he took out a bright knife from behind, and said to himself: "Mr. Meng, if you still insist on seeking death, the villain can help you. Although this is a pig-killing knife found in the back kitchen, But I have washed it more than ten times, and it is clean, and it must be worthy of the son's noble head."

"..."

Meng Huan licked his lips, as if he didn't hear clearly, "What, what?"

"Mr. Meng was forcibly robbed into the palace, and he still refused to bow under our lord's crotch. It can be said that he has a noble and noble character. It's a pity that he was rescued by hitting a pillar this afternoon. It's really helpless." Holding a knife, Xiao Xi Nu said word by word. , "The villain admires the character of the young master, and is willing to help the young master commit suicide, so as to fulfill the young master's reputation."

"..."

what.

What is this all about? !

Meng Huan remembered that he had read a novel last night and then fell asleep. Why did things become so strange when he opened his eyes?

"My lord, I have sharpened this knife very sharply, it can easily cut through the flesh, and it won't let you go so painfully—"

As the man said, he put the knife on his fingertip and stroked it lightly, and immediately the bright red blood gushed out, saying, "Look, it's very sharp, right?"

Meng Huan: "..."

Are you really cut?

Before little Xi Nu cut his hand, Meng Huan always thought it was a dream, or a prank, but the moment he saw the red blood drop, Meng Huan woke up suddenly, and desperately wanted to wave, but found that his hands were tightly bound. Tightly tied.

The little Xi Nu in front of him was talking, holding a knife, and cutting his hands, like an NPC who has no emotions and is only following the plot.

Everything in front of me is so familiar...

Meng Huan remembered!

This is what he read last night in the 18-ban novel about scheming in the United States! This book is labeled as "grabbing and looting", "falling in love and killing each other", "attacking madness and receiving severe criticism", "powerful hormone explosion", "doi while fighting", and the plot is very intense.

Now this suicide scene is the beginning of the novel. The original owner was forcibly captured by the original owner and taken to the mansion for his own possession.

Seeing the knife getting closer and closer in front of him, little Xi Nu was still cutting his hands like an emotionless NPC, Meng Huan's head was about to split open, and he shouted: "Stop!"

"..."

The little Xi Nu knife stopped and looked at him.

Meng Huan stared at the sharp blade: "Take the knife away!"

Little Xi Nu's eyes were a little stuck, he was stunned, and finally injected a sense of life from that absent-minded NPC state, and shouted: "Mr. Meng?"

His expression was full of surprise: "Didn't you just want to die? In the afternoon..."

Who wants to die! !

Meng Huan and him looked at each other, eyes wide open. Little Xi Nu's expression became more and more complicated, and Meng Huan desperately said: "The parents who suffer from the body, hair and skin, I haven't told my parents yet, how can I ask for death so easily?"

Little Xi Nu: "Yes—"

Meng Huan interrupted him: "Don't worry about it. Untie me quickly."

"..."

Little Xi Nu snorted and cut the rope around Meng Huan's wrist.

Meng Huanxin said that she was finally saved, she exhaled heavily, and looked at the surrounding environment in order to confirm whether she was really wearing a book.

Who knew that there was a thump in the ear, and the little Xi Nu knelt down again: "The young master can figure it out, and he doesn't want to seek death again. The villain is very happy, but, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ohh Ohh ohh…"

Meng Huan's head hurts: "Why are you crying?"

"Woohoo, oh oh woohoo, the innocence of the son, will be buried in the hands of our prince ..."

"..."

In a word, Meng Huan's relaxed mood immediately tensed up again.

numb.

Really wear a book.

Not only did he wear books, he was also quickly driven to the path of drama like a donkey in the production team.

His current identity, yes, is a male concubine who is about to be taken over.

As for the person who is about to occupy him, it is the male protagonist in the 18-ban novel last night, the regent Lin Bozhou, an out-and-out treacherous minister.

This man looks handsome and indifferent on the outside, but in fact he loves to kill. During his eight years in power, hundreds of ministers were executed in court. Later, the imperial court was held hostage by 300,000 Beijing troops, and ten clans were exterminated in the Luo Zhi Prison, killing tens of thousands of people in one go! With **** hands, a reputation for brutality can stop a child from crying at night!

He was ridiculed as "the standing tyrant" by the ministers of Langmiao.

Anyone who disobeys his will must die.

Meng Huan's heart turned cold: "What kind of crazy criticism is this?"

Reading a book is refreshing for a while, and wearing a book crematorium. When reading a book, it is a passionate fight between strong and strong, when wearing a book, it is just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den.

Little Xi Nu burst into tears again, and said, "Young Master Meng, why don't we still, still, kill ourselves?"

"..."

Meng Huan: "Don't mess with my mentality."

He took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, walked to the door and pulled the door with a "crash"—

At this moment, there is obviously only one way to save the dog's life, and that is to escape!

The original book was imprisoned by the regent and raised as a concubine in the backyard. After failing to seek death, he lost his mind, kept a low profile, and finally found a chance to escape to the Nine Sides to organize an army. It was wonderful to fall in love with the regent.

The original owner can escape, why can't I escape?

Meng Huan's heart was filled with pride and ambition, but as soon as he opened the door, he found that there were many soldiers and horses standing in the yard at some point, lined up in a dense row, not to mention people, not even a mosquito could fly out.

Meng Huan, who was thrown cold water in seconds: "..."

I heard that I thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm.

Little Xi Nu followed behind him: "Grand—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The courtyard was crowded with people, and under the moonlight, a servant dressed as a manager was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing his head loudly.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! When the villain lost his mind for a moment in the afternoon, Mr. Meng hit a pillar. It was the villain's fault. The villain neglected his duty. Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

The slave's voice was terrified and tortuous, and he crawled on the ground, but was kicked away mercilessly by a soap boot protruding from the shadow of the flower.

The male voice was extremely low and deep.

"Knowing that you have neglected your duties, why don't you go to receive the punishment?"

The servant turned pale: "My lord..."

Before he had time to defend himself, two rows of armored soldiers walked out from behind, pressed the steward's calf with a clamp stick, and then dragged him into the darkness with his armpit under his arms.

Then there was a howl like a steward killing a pig.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Meng Huan's back shuddered when he heard the broken sound.

The standing tyrant, whose name… lives up to his name.

Just as Meng Huan wanted to pretend nothing happened, he closed the door and entered the room, but the bass hovered above his head, and said softly, "Who?"

It's creepy, like it can cut off human skin.

Meng Huan didn't expect to meet the Prince Regent so soon, he turned his neck stiffly, followed the shadow of the flowering branches to look carefully, and saw a figure standing there.

The young man is tall, his clothes reach the ground, the inner red clothes are embroidered with dark gold patterns, a brocade dragon is woven on each shoulder, and a ribbon is worn around his waist. One hand is unhurriedly coiling a string of white jade beads.

The beads were handed off one by one in his hand, and just as he scolded the servant, his fingertips didn't stop at all.

In the shadows, Meng Huan couldn't see his facial features clearly. He could only vaguely feel that the bridge of his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and his eyes were covered with a layer of snow-white tulle, which was tied behind his ears and tied around the jade crown on top of his head.

——When you see this white gauze, you will understand that this is Lin Bozhou, the Prince Regent.

A treacherous minister, a traitor and a traitor.

The inner cruelty is like Shura, and the outer beauty is like a Buddha's son.

Little Xi Nu licked his lips and asked, "Master, son, are you still running away?"

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him coolly: "Shut up."

Lin Bozhou stood there without any movement, and raised his hand slightly when he heard the steward's yelling.

The soldiers immediately put down their sticks and lifted up the steward who was bloodstained on his back.

Standing behind him, Qing Ke, Shan Xing said: "Unlucky, you can't even look at a person, you know how to push Pai Gow to play polo. First save your dog's life, and if you do it again next time, the prince will definitely not spare you lightly."

The steward was crying: "The villain understands, the villain understands, thank you, my lord, for your kindness."

"Go away." Shan Xing ordered his servants, "Take him back."

Seeing the steward being carried away, the yard became quiet again.

During the brief silence, Meng Huan felt that the regent King Lin Bozhou's eyes fell on him again.

Meng Huan's back felt cold.

Feeling like a weak little rabbit, being held by Lin Bozhou's fingertips, pinching his ears and touching his belly wantonly, he didn't even dare to say a word.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Meng Huan summoned up his courage, smiled jerky at him and said, "Husband, husband..."

Through the tulle, Lin Bozhou's eyes lost a bit of gloom, but the chilling feeling when he stared at people remained undiminished. He turned his head halfway, his hair was hanging down to cover his forehead, and his lips seemed to be pulled slightly.

The understated voice blew along the wind.

"Didn't you say you have a strong temper?"

Meng Huan: "..."

In a word, it made Meng Huan feel nervous.

It's over, the characters are wrong.

In the original book, Meng Huan was the only man who confronted the regent's ruthlessness and tyranny. Not only was he not hacked to pieces, but he was respected and put on the shelf.

The reason is not only that Meng Huan is extremely smart and handsome, but also because he has a noble temperament and arrogance, and has never looked down on Lin Bozhou, a courtier and traitor.

—Speak in a simpler way, the regent likes smart people with a strong temper.

call…

Meng Huan exhaled slowly.

For the sake of life safety, it's time to set up an arrogant and smart person.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man who was standing in a daze at the door suddenly changed his face, his brows were slightly furrowed, his white eyes were full of thought, and even his eyes were narrowed.

Meng Huan's appearance is fresh and handsome, with stretched eyebrows and eyes, looking extremely warm, and the narrow and long corners of his eyes add a bit of femininity, and his sullen face is also somewhat gloomy.

Meng Huan supported his head and scratched his hair.

He's an extremely smart character who actually has an advantage. After all, he just finished reading this book two days ago, and being familiar with the plot of the original book is generally the biggest cheat for a book traveler.

Meng Huan scratched his hair again.

... A novel of 600,000 words, I have almost forgotten it.

Meng Huan tried to recall some historical knowledge.

I almost forgot about it.

Meng Huan: "..."

"Wow-"

Meng Huan heard the sound of his scheming world collapsing in front of his blank mind.

Is it possible for him to **** the extremely smart person? !

At the same time, Meng Huan's head was filled with a gust of level 8, and accompanied by mechanical sounds, he began to howl crazily: "Help me!" help me! help me!

"..."

There was silence in the courtyard for a while, the wind blew through the thick green branches of the tree crown, and they spread slightly, shaking off the moonlight all over the courtyard.

There was a "pop" in front of the door, and Lin Bozhou stepped on the steps and walked up to him. He was extremely tall, his back blocked part of the moonlight, and the shadow fell in front of Meng Huan, wrapping him into the shadow with almost no effort left.

The shadow fell, sending the heat from his body.

Lin Bozhou turned his face sideways and lowered his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Meng Huan was stunned for a long time, his expression has been hovering between hesitation, anger, despair, and remorse. At this moment, he finally came back to his senses, and looked at the murderous and brutal regent in front of him.

…save.

Meng Huan was no longer as energetic as when he just passed through the book, but became numb, his heart was like ashes, and there was only a small flickering fire, which was his survival instinct.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and gave Lin Bozhou a fresh smile, as if nothing had happened just now.

"?"

Lin Bozhou squeezed his teeth lightly, his gaze deepened.

Then, Meng Huan unintentionally tore off the shirt slightly. Under the silk material, the young man's slender bones were winding and beautiful, and his complexion was as fair as porcelain, with a slight pink glow.

He coughed: "Husband, aren't you tired from going to court today?"

The voice was obviously trying to seduce, but it was a little jerky and stiff.

He coughed again, and lightly picked his cuff: "...I'd better serve you to bed."

"..."