Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The atmosphere became a little tense.

Meng Huan looked at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Shan Xing had no choice but to smile: "I hope Madam can understand the villain. If Madam hurts a little finger when she goes out alone, the prince will take off the skin of the villain, dry it, sew it into a leather drum, and beat it for Madam's amusement. The villain also obeys orders."

Meng Huan didn't believe it at all, "Don't be miserable."

It was as if Lin Bozhou cared about him very much and liked him very much.

But Lin Bozhou first married him as a concubine in order to humiliate Meng Xueming who impeached him.

Besides, he only likes strong, intelligent, and individual beauties, not salty fish like himself.

Are you looking for someone to follow you and call yourself emotional? This is the owner's possessive desire for the raised canary, not true love—what does Lin Bozhou know about love?

Meng Huan murmured in his heart, his footsteps were frantic, and Shan Xing asked, "Where is Madam going?"

One sentence made Meng Huan even more anxious.

All he wanted to do now was to get rid of this annoying spirit, and then go to Li's Restaurant in Anhe Lane, Dongsheng Street to find Lu Nanxing, but this annoying spirit was following too closely, and he couldn't get rid of him at all.

Meng Huan said angrily, "It has nothing to do with you, I'll just walk around."

"The villain also follows casually."

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him, "You were sent by Lin Bozhou to monitor me, right?"

Shan Xingjian smiled and admitted: "Yes, but this is the order of the prince. If the wife wants to blame the prince, she can blame the prince. The villain also takes money to eat, so he can't be the master."

"..."

Meng Huan chose not to communicate with him, and walked for a while without thinking, when Shan Xing suddenly gasped behind him: "Isn't this Dongsheng Street?"

Hearing this name, Meng Huan stopped abruptly.

Only then did he realize that he was now in a bustling street, with avenues extending in all directions, cars and horses passing by, shops lined up along the road, and vendors hawking along the way, full of the hustle and bustle of the budding capitalism, just like an extremely lively place in a city.

This turned out to be the Dongsheng Street he was looking for!

"Dongsheng Street is famous for its gourmet food. Madam is here to eat?"

Meng Huan just happened to think of a reason, and when he heard him say that, he gave an unreasonable "hmm".

When he was looking around for Anhe Lane, a charming smile suddenly floated over his head.

"Hehehehehehehe..." A scented handkerchief landed on his face, Meng Huan raised his head, and there was a soft and boneless beauty lying on the railing on the second floor, stretching her catkins to greet him: "Mr. Meng~~~"

A head protruded from the side of the beauty: "Mr. Meng, long time no see!"

It was a son in his twenties, with powder and rouge on his face, his appearance was as delicate as a good girl, with thin skin and tender flesh, like a son of a rich family.

Not remembering who he was, Meng Huan responded stiffly.

The young master said again: "Nan Xing came downstairs to pick you up, come up quickly!"

South star? Lu Nanxing?

Meng Huan had a thought, and a man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes came out of the shop, dressed luxuriously, and shouted from a distance: "Ah Huan, why did you come here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Lu Nanxing was stunned when he saw the mountains behind Meng Huan: "This is—"

Shan Xing reported his family name: "The villain is a clean-up guest of the Prince Regent's Mansion. It is a great honor to accompany Mrs. Meng out on the streets. It is a great honor to meet you."

"The Prince Regent's Mansion?!" Lu Nanxing's expression changed suddenly.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

Lu Nanxing and the father of Young Master Xu Ruolin upstairs are both representatives of the Qingliu Party. They are incompatible with the Zhuoliu headed by Lin Bozhou.

Lu Nanxing was obviously unhappy: "Come on."

In the single room on the balcony on the second floor, the young man's clothes were as gorgeous and luxurious as a woman's. When he saw Meng Huan, he laughed and called the woman just now like a prank: "Go to Mr. Meng and ask for your handkerchief back."

The woman's red lips were lazy, her waist was swinging and she approached, her white fingers were walking on Meng Huan's body, her movements were friendly and charming: "Mr. Meng—" The strong fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and Meng Huan was so smoked that he took a step back.

Shan Xing said: "Young Master, Mr. Meng is already the wife of the prince, please don't make such jokes."

Xu Ruolin, the son of the Marquis of Zhenguan, a well-known noble son, smiled and said: "It seems that Mr. Meng is very favored when he marries into the palace? Yan'er, come back."

Yan'er took the handkerchief from Meng Huan's hand, cast a wink at her, and returned to his arms to lie on her stomach obediently, with a charming posture.

"There are prostitutes openly on the street," Shan Xing was obviously very shameless, "Madam, stay away from him, the prince doesn't like to smell these smells."

Meng Huan actually didn't like it either, he always felt a little disgusted, but he didn't know what to say.

It was Xu Ruolin who started to sneer: "What's wrong with prostitutes? Which high-ranking official doesn't prostitute?" He changed the subject and intentionally humiliated, "You are the Qing guest of the palace? Qing Ke, please help me out, we happen to be drinking, why don't you do it?" A poem that enlivens the atmosphere?"

Shanxing didn't change his face: "The villain is a clean guest of the palace, the prince doesn't let the villain write poems outside."

"Hehe, my lord?"

When the word "Wang Ye" was mentioned, Lu Nanxing's expression was rather displeased, and he made a mocking sound.

"..."

Watching this tense scene, Meng Huan licked his lower lip nervously.

How dare you? In front of Shan Xing, Lin Bozhou is full of yin and yang, as long as he sues, you will all be finished...

Xu Ruolin persisted: "If you write a poem now, I will give you this stunning beauty beside me, how about it?"

Shan Xing: "Forgive me."

"You!" Xu Ruolin's voice was full of drunken anger, "Wow!", smashing the flagon on the table to pieces, "You are a clean-up! How dare you contradict Lord Hou?!"

"..."

Why is there such a loud noise all of a sudden?

Meng Huan was stunned, he didn't understand how the tempers of the young masters came so quickly. But whoever confronted Lin Bozhou head-on would not die? Meng Huan didn't want Lu Nanxing and this young master to get into trouble, so he called Shan Xing:

"Otherwise you go downstairs and wait for me, don't come up downstairs, just stand at the top of the stairs, I can't run away."

Shan Xing endured it, as if recognizing the faces of Xu Ruolin and Lu Nanxing, he nodded for a moment: "In order not to spoil Madam's elegance, the villain goes downstairs and waits."

"Hurry up!" Xu Ruolin was still yelling.

The figure disappeared at the stairs.

"Huh... finally left."

Xu Ruolin suddenly changed his face, no longer the drunken anger just now, and looked sober: "How is Mr. Meng doing recently?"

"..." After arguing for a long time, it turned out that they wanted to get rid of the mountain trip, Meng Huan was a little speechless, "It's okay."

"You are in the mansion, have you been bullied by the prince?" Lu Nanxing frowned, his expression was a little strange, "A Huan, are you really going to use your beauty to seduce him before committing an assassination?"

Xu Ruolin also looked interested: "I heard that Lin Bozhou has never been close to beauty, and he has not married a princess at the age of twenty-six, which is rare in the world! How does he treat you, does he sleep with you, is he confused by you?" Living?"

Meng Huan laughed directly: "What are you talking about, I think it would be very difficult for me to survive in his hands, he doesn't like me at all—"

Speaking of this, Meng Huan vaguely recalled his character design, and coughed, "Besides, how could I easily commit myself to that kind of treacherous minister? It's disgusting to think about it."

Meng Huan pouted appropriately: "Disgusting!"

Lu Nanxing sighed: "Yes, it's extremely disgusting."

"But you stayed in the mansion, and it seems that you have been intact all the time. There is no accident. He even allowed you to go out of the mansion. I actually knew the Qingke just now. Shan Pingzhi, the most favored Qingke beside Lin Bozhou, let him come to protect you personally. You, will you..." Xu Ruolin looked thoughtful.

Meng Huan made his scalp tingle as he spoke: "What?"

The smile in Xu Ruolin's eyes subsided, and he shook his head: "It's nothing."

"..."

Halfway through the conversation, Meng Huan was puzzled.

Time passed slowly, and the topic did not know where to talk. Meng Huan picked up a chopstick of meat, feeling flustered and short of breath. He thought of something: "Where is my father?"

"It's already on the way to distribute Feng Xiang." Lu Nanxing looked surprised, "Why, do you want to find him?"

Meng Huan really meant this: "Is it possible?"

"It's possible...but we have to stop this mountain trip now, otherwise you won't be able to escape."

The three sat, lost in thought.

After a while, Xu Ruolin said, "Actually, I have an idea."

"Tell me." Lu Nanxing was impatient.

"I'm afraid you'll make fun of me if I say it, so make sure you won't laugh." After confirming that both Meng Huan and Lu Nanxing nodded, he looked at the prostitute beside him, "Yan'er has a few packets of love potion on her—"

"..."

Lu Nanxing coughed violently, as if he was choking.

He is quite pure and can't listen to these.

Xu Ruolin waved his hand: "I said don't laugh, I'll ask that Qing Ke to come up for a drink later, saying it's an apology, put medicine in the wine and make him drink it, and then arrange for him and Yan'er to find a place to have fun, Mr. Meng took the opportunity How about running away?"

"..."

Meng Huan's small face was wrinkled, expressing doubts: "Would you be a little sorry for this girl and Shan Xing?"

"?"

Xu Ruolin seemed to see a joke, "When did Mr. Meng become a living Bodhisattva?"

"..."

Miss Yan'er also covered her mouth and giggled.

"It's not too late, let's start now," Xu Ruolin took out the medicine powder, poured it into the wine and stirred it up, "You two don't talk, I'll arrange it."

He started acting, Meng Huan had to sit and wait for the result.

Xu Ruolin walked to the stairs, and returned to his playful and smiling tone, "That brother Qingke from just now! Come up quickly! Come up, young master treats you to a glass of wine, don't take what happened just now to your heart."

No one answered.

"Brother Shan?" Thinking he didn't hear clearly, Xu Ruolin called out again.

But strangely, there was still no response.

"Hey, what's going on? What about others?"

Meng Huan was also a little puzzled, and looked towards the stairs—

The dark corridor is illuminated by the light of the afternoon, revealing the crimson python robe and floral dress, the circling and flying dragon patterns are intertwined enthusiastically, the crown inlaid with gold and jade slowly walks up the stairs, and the tall figure is stepping on the wooden stairs, making clear footsteps Voice.

"step" "step" "step..."

Step by step, slowly and steadily.

At some point, the entire restaurant and even the entire street became extremely silent, dense crowds of people bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at the face of the most honorable royal king.

"..."

Xu Ruolin's voice stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere fell into a kind of scalp-numbing fear.

The chopsticks in Meng Huan's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Seeing the person in front of him, Meng Huan's blood suddenly fell to ice cold, his back was stiff, and his almond eyes opened wide.

Lin Bozhou didn't know when he came. He carried Yesa up the stairs unhurriedly and stopped two steps away from Meng Huan. His gaze scanned the entire tabletop, but it was obvious that no one was in his eyes. He turned his head sideways, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, giving him a pleasant yet slightly cruel smile.

He opened his mouth and fixed his eyes on Meng Huan.

The voice is low and full of interest.

"Where do you want to go, ma'am?"