Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The heart in the chest was beating wildly, as if being hit by something, still in shock, the heart was beating, and even the breath was hot.

Meng Huan's face was pale with fright, and his eyes rolled slowly. His body was covered with water droplets, his skin shimmered white under the moonlight, his eyelids were moist, his eyelashes were wet, and his eyes fell on Lin Bozhou in embarrassment.

He finally recovered from being frightened.

In just a second, Meng Huan put his arms around his neck and bit his shoulder:

"You scared me…"

Wronged, angry, biting.

Lin Bozhou let him bite indifferently, and held him steady with one hand. The young man's body was relatively slender, and his fair skin was soaked in cold water. The temperature was low, and it was even colder when he took it out. His back was tense when he was blown by the wind. arched up.

Lin Bozhou put his hands under his armpits and pressed his back into his arms, covering his back to shield him from the wind: "How was your day today?"

Meng Huan whispered, "Everything is fine."

Thinking of something, Meng Huan added, "I saw you on the road."

Lin Bozhou smiled: "My husband also saw Huanhuan."

"..." Meng Huan was embarrassed, blushing and heart beating, "Hello..." He took a breath before saying, "Dazzling."

He also wants to ride a horse, and also wants to gallop on the battlefield like this, how cool it is!

Meng Huan became excited when he thought about it, and flung himself in his arms. Lin Bozhou's eyes paused slightly, and stayed on his white feet hanging in the air. With the sound of water, Lin Bozhou carried him to the dry rocky shore, sat down, and gently held his white feet with one hand.

After walking for a day, the boy's little toe was red and swollen, and there were blisters on his heel. As soon as he pinched his finger on it, Meng Huan groaned in pain and shrank into his arms.

The young man's white and clean neck was buried on his shoulders, and he rubbed against his arms: "What are you doing?"

"After walking for a day, do your feet hurt?" Lin Bozhou held his feet tightly.

Meng Huan nodded: "It hurts."

Thinking of the next ten days and a half months of walking like this, Meng Huan couldn't help sighing, thinking that he really wanted to mess it up.

It was harder than military training in college.

While thinking, Meng Huan curled up in his arms, aggrieved.

Mouth is still muttering, very dissatisfied.

Lin Bozhou laughed again, took out the medicine bottle on the side, and poured the medicinal wine into his palm: "Didn't Chen An say that Huanhuan is very tough?"

He clenched Meng Huan's palm tightly, smeared it with medicinal wine, and gently rubbed his finger bones against the acupuncture points. Tight numbness, hard finger bones, and when you press and rub against the sore part, you will feel a burst of touch, and the soreness and itchiness will suddenly penetrate into your heart.

Lin Bozhou kneaded very attentively, his eyes dropped, and he talked to him one after another.

When the soles of the feet were rubbed and hurt again, Meng Huan shrank his feet and blushed, "I must be tough in front of them, but I don't need to be tough in front of you..."

He was actually very embarrassed to be grabbed by him, he pursed his lower lip silently, and clenched his white toes tightly in embarrassment.

Her toes were pink and she curled up into a ball. Lin Bozhou immediately pinched and rubbed her: "Well, Huanhuan is right."

The good thing about Lin Bozhou is that he is very indulgent towards Meng Huan's temper. Even if Meng Huan said some childish things occasionally, he never reprimanded him by his own standards, but followed Meng Huan's words.

Lin Bozhou rubbed the soles of Meng Huan's feet, and asked, "Will you go by yourself tomorrow?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Yeah. When I can't walk anymore, I'll go on a horse."

Lin Bozhou hummed and washed his hands clean: "Don't be brave."

There was a cool breeze blowing by the river bank, the night was getting dark, and the shadows of the branches were reflected in the moonlight.

The night was slightly cold, and I couldn't help but want to meet together, but after meeting together, my whole body became hot.

There was something in Lin Bozhou's eyes, but he restrained himself: "I don't want to touch you because of my husband, and I have to go on my way tomorrow. If I don't do well tonight, I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Meng Huan thought that he was really going to have something to do with Lin Bozhou, and was thinking about how to persuade him to quit sex, he was relieved to hear this sentence.

After the two of them took a bath and put on their clothes, they stood on the rock and looked at the brightly lit camp on the other side. Under the dark sky, torches were lit on the heights of the camp, and the flames lit up, reflecting the blurred shadows of the tents.

Meng Huan was curious: "We are stationed here, won't there be any enemies coming?"

Lin Bozhou laughed: "This is inside the pass, unless Shanhaiguan falls and there is a melee in the large area, otherwise no one will call in the middle of the night."

Thoughts came to Meng Huan's mind one after another: "Then what are you having for dinner tonight?"

"Linhe tonight, I ate steamed fish, bacon, and drank wine."

Meng Huan nodded: "I also ate."

He asked again: "How long will we be outside the customs?"

"If you walk sixty miles a day, you still have to walk for about ten days."

Meng Huan looked up at him pitifully: "I can't walk anymore."

Lin Bozhou stroked his hair: "Huanhuan, good boy."

If Meng Huan hadn't been worried that he was fighting outside, how could he have come to suffer this kind of suffering. He knew it in his heart, so he felt soft and distressed when he heard such words.

Meng Huan turned around and looked at the other side of the river. After being with Lin Bozhou, he tends to be coquettish and coquettish, and he can't help it, but don't be embarrassed if you think about it, anyway, there is no third person to see it.

Torches flashed in the camp opposite, as if they were checking the number of people in the camp.

"It's time to go back," Meng Huan turned to look at him, "Do you go first or I go first?"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Huanhuan goes first."

Meng Huan nodded and was about to run away when Lin Bozhou said again: "My husband is watching you from behind."

"..." Meng Huan couldn't hold back, ran back, approached him, kissed him and waved, "Let's go!"

Lin Bozhou's lips were wet, his eyes were flat, and he seemed very happy to see Meng Huan running and jumping across the tidal flat.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips were slightly bent, and he smiled unconsciously. After seeing the figure of the young man running away, he walked slowly to the opposite bank.

At the entrance of the camp, a horse was chewing grass, and the postman was panting. It was an urgent letter from Mao Chengchang.

Lin Bozhou took the emergency package and went back to the tent of the Chinese army. The Marquis of Zhenguan happened to come and clasped his fists at him: "Your Majesty."

Lin Bozhou looked at him sideways, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Mao Chengchang let Zhu Lizhen sit on the throne, Liaodong fell, what does the prince think?"

"What do you think, Lord Hou?" Lin Bozhou was not in a hurry.

Zhen Guanhou said: "If Mao Chengchang doesn't deal with it, it won't be enough to calm the army's morale, but he can't deal with it now. He still has soldiers in Liaodong. If he opens the city gate in fear to sacrifice Zhu Lizhen and betray Dazong, I'm afraid something bad will happen. We need to calm down his emotions first, and then we can discuss after arriving in Liaodong to take over Chengguan."

Lin Bozhou nodded and smiled: "What Hou Ye said is also what I think in my heart, so let's do it like this."

The people around could clearly feel that the Prince Regent seemed to be in a good mood after going out for this trip.

Lin Bozhou walked forward slowly, passing the tent of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and when he opened the curtain and entered, Meng Huan was already sleeping under the quilt. It was hot weather, and part of his white feet were exposed from the quilt tube, and his pink toes were slightly curled up. , facing the inner wall of the camp, sleeping with eyes closed

"king…"

Someone seems to want to sing. Lin Bozhou put his finger to his lips and said gently, "Shh."

Meng Huan insisted on walking, and on the fifth day, he completely lost his ability, and his legs were on the verge of scrapping.

He rode on a mule and headed towards Shanhaiguan. He usually drew pictures on the back of the mule when he had nothing to do, drawing the appearance of the troops going to battle.

Zhu Dong led the mule for him, and Meng Huan promised to ride for a while when he was tired from walking, so Zhu Dong faithfully acted as his dog's leg.

He held the rein and looked up at him: "What are you painting?"

Meng Huan absently responded.

There were words written on the page, confusing arrows and labels that only Meng Huan could understand. At first glance, it looked like a logical mind map.

Meng Huan was thinking: "What is the reason for Lin Bozhou's defeat in the original book?"

The reason is written on the page: [There are few soldiers]

【Soldiers are not good enough】

【Being stabbed in the back】

…

But after finishing the list, Meng Huan found that there was nothing he could solve by himself.

"..."

Scratching my head, what's the use of me.

Break the defense.

Zhu Dong urged: "Good brother, it's time for me to ride the mule."

"oh."

Meng Huan closed the scroll, got off the horse, and replaced it with Zhu Dong.

It was the eighth day of the march, and he and Zhu Dong maintained the habit of helping each other.

After a while, black clouds appeared in the sky, and there were faint black clouds churning, and the dull thunder rolled in the clouds.

Meng Huan raised his head, vaguely worried: "We won't have to drive in the rain, will we?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed that my cheeks were wet, and my eyelashes were wet and cool with raindrops.

"..."

The rain gradually increased.

"Really?"

Meng Huan quickly put the paper roll into a waterproof leather bag, stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater, and looked up at the black clouds in the sky. He was in a mysterious mood, not in a panic, he just thought it was quite interesting.

- Never been so close to nature.

The people on the road complained a few words, then stepped on the yellowish muddy water, trudging against the clouds and rain with difficulty.

On rainy days, the ground is slippery, which is very difficult for mules. Zhu Dong came down, and the old **** said: "The rain now is for the sake of not being rained again in the future."

Meng Huan directly made him laugh.

Meng Huan is not someone who can't bear hardships. Standing in this rain curtain, breathing in the moist rain and mist, thinking of feeling the same temperature as Lin Bozhou, he felt at peace.

From the morning to the afternoon, before reaching the scheduled distance, Tan Ma said: "The road ahead was washed away by the heavy rain, and the horses and carriages couldn't get through. Should we stay where we are, or make up the road immediately?"

"Notify the lord?" Everyone chatted and discussed.

He went to report to Lin Bozhou, and within a short while, several fast horses came over. The leader, wearing a dark raincoat, reined in the horses and looked at the broken intersection, saying: "Don't delay the trip, let's repair the road immediately."

"yes!"

The soldiers took out their equipment, dug pits, dug stones, chopped wood, buried their feet in the deep mud, and covered themselves with dust. They dug up the rocks with hoes and spread the road.

The torrential rain was relentless, and the bottom of the pit was full of water, but it was about to be scooped out. The arms and shoulders of the soldiers were covered with blood, and the loess barely reached the waist and abdomen. The mud was so muddy that the facial features were blurred.

Lin Bozhou's brows were gloomy, and he dismounted for a moment.

The entourage was surprised: "My lord—"

Not only him, there was also a subtle vibration in the crowd.

What did they realize: "My lord has golden branches and jade leaves, and his body is noble. Let the subordinates do this kind of thing. Please, my lord—"

The whip in Lin Bozhou's hand was thrown lightly. He walked to the mud pit, picked up the shovel and dug the dirt on the road aside, and his clothes were wet by the heavy rain.

This is the prince.

This is royalty.

What a noble status this is.

He was actually digging a mud pit with the soldiers!

The attendant, choking with sobs, stepped forward to pick up the equipment, his feet sank into the muddy water, and he dug away the mud blocking the way, and the figure in the rain was blurred.

The rain splashed on his face, and he felt numb from the cold. Meng Huan couldn't see these people clearly in his line of sight. He thought it was rain, but it took a while to realize that it was slightly hot.

As if being hit by something, the feeling of sadness filled his chest, making the tip of his nose sour.

Meng Huan couldn't tell what it was, this was the saddest time he had been marching for so long.

Not long after, the galloping road was repaired. Lin Bozhou station watched the horses passing by one after another. His clothes were covered with mud, and the side of his thin face was also stained with mud. His eyebrows and eyes were dark. The horses go this way.

His whole body was covered in mud, and his strands of hair were also a little messy. The long eyes that were elegant and square before were squinted, which seemed a little wild for no reason.

For a moment, when he passed by Meng Huan, his footsteps seemed to have stopped.

"Let's go."

With an order, the army continued to move forward.

He rode on his horse, and his followers returned to the army, his figure getting farther and farther away. Meng Huan still stared at his back in a daze.

Beside him, Zhu Dong sounded admiration: "Our prince really understands people's hearts. After playing this trick, our barracks will have a soul."

Meng Huan said slowly, "Huh?"

"Many of our temporary army are not the prince's soldiers, and they may not be sincere to the prince in their hearts. Now, they know that the prince really loves and understands him, and the soldiers will be more loyal to him," Zhu Dong said rationally. The person said, "Our lord is a person who does great things. The rain is good, let this rain wash away all the serious illnesses."

Meng Huan opened his lips and looked at him sideways with clear eyes, as if he had many complicated things to say. But he couldn't say anything, he just looked at the continuous rain, and the picture kept going back in front of his eyes.

He bit his lips slightly and his eyes were bright.

I saw other people marching one after another.

His tone was brisk, with the refreshing air of a teenager: "Let's go too!"

In the camp, cooking pots were buried, and the cowhide blocked the wind and rain. In a cold and humid environment, the soldiers gathered together to talk, and the atmosphere seemed much more relaxed.

When they saw the people in the palace, they were not as unfamiliar as before, and they even nodded their heads in salute.

"This is the human heart." Zhu Dong's tone was firm.

"..."

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing. I always feel that they demonize Lin Bozhou too much, as if he has no humanity, no matter what he does, he relies on his IQ and reason to do it.

But Meng Huan was in a good mood and didn't want to talk to him. After returning to the camp, he secretly wiped himself off, changed into clean clothes, and went to the campfire to warm up.

Zhu Dong was holding a bowl of hot pork: "This is the pig the prince bought from a nearby villager's house. He said that we were rewarded for our hard work in the rain. We just killed it and distributed it to each tent," Zhu Dong said with a satisfied face. Smile, "It smells so good!"

Meng Huan happily ran to make pork soup, but because he came too late, the meat in the pot was spun out, and there was only some oily soup.

Meng Huan curled his lower lip and ordered a bowl of soup aggrieved.

While he was eating the soup unhappily, a column of soldiers and horses passed by in front of him.

The hand that drank the soup stopped.

Meng Huan remembered that now they were about to reach Shanhaiguan, and the squadron transferred from Shandong also rushed to meet Lin Bozhou here.

The leading man had scars on his face, deep furrows on his brows, and a very irritable expression. He was also drenched from the wind and rain.

He walked forward quickly, followed by a column of soldiers, some soldiers were carrying treasure boxes and gifts, and some soldiers wrapped a few beautiful beauties in tattered clothes.

"..."

Meng Huan's expression changed, and he looked away.

Those beauties were dressed plainly, but they obviously received preferential treatment in the army. Their faces were fair and rosy, like girls from a clean farm family. The clothes were not wet in this rainy day, and they were probably sitting in a carriage. Their eyes were shy and timid. When they walked through the camp with their heads down, many soldiers looked up at them.

—It is indeed beautiful.

— But the direction they walked was indeed Lin Bozhou's camp.

Hold.

"Crack."

Meng Huan heard the sound of his nails scraping on the porcelain bowl.