Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan hesitated for a while, knowing that it was useless to prevaricate him, he said honestly: "Everyone asked me to ask when I will enter the city with the prince."

"Have you worked hard all this way?" Lin Bozhou asked.

Meng Huan nodded.

Lin Bozhou was thoughtful: "The order will go on, the whole army will rest tonight, and the logistics will kill and eat the remaining cattle and sheep, and have a feast of wine and feast. If you don't get drunk, you won't return."

People around were all surprised.

One second he said that Mao Chengchang wanted his head, and the next second he went straight to the banquet?

Isn't this waiting to die?

Even Meng Huan was a little surprised. He thought that Lin Bozhou was going to fight tonight, but he didn't expect the order to be completely opposite.

"Everyone, go back and rest. We won't talk about entering the city tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Lin Bozhou looked indifferent.

Those who knew Lin Bozhou guessed that he had thoughts in his heart at this time, and stepped back steadily. Si Xu looked at him nervously for a while: "My lord—" But Lin Bozhou waved his hand, he was a little puzzled but still started to leave.

Meng Huan felt that he was useless, and was about to go back to the tent in the palace, but was stopped by a gentle voice: "How are the people in the palace these half a month?"

He asked as the owner of the palace, Meng Huan thought for a while and said, "I'm very tired."

Lin Bozhou looked at him with dark eyes: "Is my little nephew tired?"

The wind blew over some hot sweat on his body, like an elder talking to a younger generation, Meng Huan scratched his head: "I'm tired too."

Lin Bozhou smiled, "Let's go, have a good rest tonight."

Meng Huan followed behind him and couldn't help but secretly look at him. There are great disadvantages in running the army by civil servants, but Lin Bozhou organized the hundreds of thousands of people in an orderly manner, which really lived up to the smart people set for him in the book.

On the other hand, I should have scolded Fang Qiu in Zhu Lizhen's camp at this time, but now I was reduced to thinking about eating and sleeping every day. I have to say, it also saved Lin Bozhou a lot of trouble to dominate the country.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Huan is quite proud: the young master is not completely useless.

What's more, he also helped Lin Bozhou stop the military salary. If the hundreds of thousands of taels were taken away by Zhu Lizhen, how would these soldiers survive.

The more Meng Huan thought about it, the more he realized that he was actually a troublemaker in the original book, but now he was thinking about eating every day and making a big mess, which really saved a lot of trouble.

"..."

It's really good to put it badly, I want to put it on again.

Meng Huan happily ran into the tent of the palace, Lin Bozhou looked at him sideways for a while, not knowing why Meng Huan's face was suddenly happy, but seeing him happy, the corners of his lips lifted into a slight smile.

That night, cattle and sheep were slaughtered in the barracks to reward the troops who had trekked across mountains and rivers to Shanhaiguan, and the royal residence was assigned a sheep with the army, and they sat around the fire and roasted the mutton.

Everyone was beaming: "It's good to go out, meet the enemy Zhu Lizhen, win the battle this winter, and let them lose in the spring. Without food, Dazong will be safe."

"This is the first time I have come to Liaodong. I heard that in winter here, the snow is so thick that it can freeze your ears."

Meng Huan drank some wine, his ears turned red, and he looked around strangely when he heard these words, liking the happy atmosphere.

Lin Bozhou also drank quietly, holding the wine glass, his knuckles reflecting the color of the fireworks. After a while, someone came over and whispered a few words in his ear, Lin Bozhou was drunk, and stood up: "Really, go and see."

He seemed to be too drunk, walking staggeringly, Chen An turned to Meng Huan: "Help the prince."

"..." Meng Huan understood, stepped forward quickly, and held Lin Bozhou's arm. With a half-smile, he pulled Meng Huan, helped him onto the horse, turned around and walked out of the barracks.

There was a line of guards behind them. It was pitch black. As they slowly climbed up the slope, it seemed that they were going into the mountains. Meng Huan looked back at the camp that was getting further and further away, and asked, "Where are we going?"

Lin Bozhou's voice came over: "I'll show you the scenery."

"..."

The further he walked, the more Meng Huan murmured in his heart.

He clasped his head and thought about it carefully. In the original book, although the original main attackers and shou represented different camps, the author seemed to like him very much when he wrote that they couldn't help themselves, so they would often meet at the place where the soldiers of both sides met, loving and loving each other. Arguing with hate, biting each other's blood, even making love, waking up as if nothing had happened, and parting ways.

When Huanhuan was walking towards the mountain road, Meng Huan remembered in a daze.

Isn't this the same as when the original master had just entered the customs and was calculated by the original master, the original master brought a team of soldiers to harass him, the original master chased him, and gradually chased him to a mountain forest?

Due to poor memory, many plots are unclear. I only remember two people having **** in the mountains and forests late at night.

Meng Huan frowned slowly, looked at Lin Bozhou, looked into his eyes and whispered, "Are you going to take me into a field battle?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lower lip, his eyes dropped, as if he didn't know what to say, he was quiet for a while. He looked at Meng Huan with the corner of his lips curled up: "Are you looking forward to it?"

"No," Meng Huan said sternly, "I want to reject you!"

Behind them were the guards of the palace, Lin Bozhou's confidantes, although some of them knew Meng Huan's true identity, but there were one or two who didn't. At this moment, their shoulders trembled slightly, and they looked at them in horror.

—The prince is going to force you into prostitution?

— This boy still doesn't agree?

Passers-by were full of confusion, and heard Lin Bozhou snort, saying, "Don't come, we're all waiting here."

After finishing speaking, Lin Bozhou turned over and got off the horse, and Meng Huan was also helped off the horse.

"The road ahead is rough. It's hard for horses to walk late at night. Let's walk." Lin Bozhou took Meng Huan's hand.

Meng Huan was startled, and looked at him complicatedly: "Are you really going to be in the mountains?"

"..." Lin Bozhou didn't say anything else, but he had a good temper with Meng Huan, and couldn't hold back his lips, "No, I just want to show Huanhuan something."

Although he was puzzled, Meng Huan let him lead him up the hillside. This is a relatively high terrain with a high **** and messy rocks. Meng Huan couldn't walk a little bit, so he held Lin Bozhou by the sleeve and tried to climb up.

After walking for a few minutes, the night was getting darker and darker. Lin Bozhou was holding a torch in his hand, but it was extinguished, leaving pieces of ashes. He held the torch in his left hand and led Meng Huan in his right hand.

Finally stopped, Lin Bozhou said: "Look."

Meng Huan followed his gaze and looked down. In front of him was the city gate in the middle of the night. The bonfires that could only be burned in the camp glowed brightly in the darkness, and people walked by from time to time.

Meng Huan: "This is our camp."

"right."

Meng Huan turned his head: "Are you just taking me to see this?"

"No." Lin Bozhou gently hugged him into his arms and said, "Wait a minute."

On a cool rainy night, Meng Huan leaned into his arms and stood there for about a quarter of an hour, when he saw a group of people as black as ants sticking to the ground, carefully bypassing the camp, hardly attracting any attention, and quickly arrived at the city gate. Down.

There are soldiers on patrol at the city gate, but they are facing the inside of the pass, not as strict as facing the outside of the pass. After a group of soldiers arrived at the city pass, the sound of the moat water flowing was very soft, and then they came to the foot of the city wall, took out a thing that climbed the wall, hooked the earth wall, and climbed up silently. The distance was too far for Meng Huan to see clearly, but soon, the soldiers on the city wall who thought they were drinking and having fun and neglected to check were immediately subdued. , put down the bridge on the moat, and within a quarter of an hour, the city gate burst open!

Meng Huan's tense heart suddenly relaxed.

In the camp outside the city, the soldiers who had been drinking and having fun received the order, and in the brief chaos, they rushed into the city gate following the sound of the horn.

The flames shook the sky, reflecting the inside and outside red and bright.

Lin Bozhou's eyes were quiet, and his tone couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy: "It's so easy to open the city gate, Mao Chengchang and Zhu Hai did a great job."

Meng Huan finally got out of his nervous thoughts, knowing what Lin Bozhou brought him on this trip, he was here to see his elite soldiers attack the city. Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment before he said, "Whose soldiers are these, with such high quality?"

"The guard of the palace," Lin Bozhou led him and said, "Let's go into the city."

Meng Huan was ignorant as he followed him down the mountain.

Lin Bozhou has an army of his, guarding the palace, about 30,000 people. In the past, the vassal kings supported their own troops to protect them, and the guards were about hundreds of thousands. However, some vassal kings seized the throne in the name of the Qing emperor, and later cut down the vassals. The number of troops maintained by each palace was only a few thousand.

Lin Bozhou has more than 30,000 people, which is considered to be self-respecting and ambitious.

But these soldiers were all in Guzhou, a feudal state, and he only brought a small number of them to the capital, so there was no dissent.

"The number of the Beijing army is too small, and the quality of the squadron is too poor. Before the march, I wrote a letter for my husband and sent the soldiers from the Wangfu from Guzhou." Lin Bozhou looked flat, "This battle must be won, if not, Dazong is in danger. "

Meng Huan was startled, and said oh, the palm of his hand was hot.

A strange emotion swirls in my heart.

Palace guards.

This is Lin Bozhou's soldier.

All the military power in the world is in the hands of His Majesty. Dazong has a total of 2.7 million soldiers, and Lin Bozhou has 30,000 soldiers. It may not sound like a lot, but it is enough to make the emperor fear him.

At that time, Meng Huan hadn't finished reading the novel, and the subsequent content seemed to be flipped through casually, and he forgot after reading it.

Following his footsteps, he walked slowly down the hillside.

Memories surged in his mind, as if many memories were forgotten after just a glance, Meng Huan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou also stopped, the moonlight shone on his side face, his distinct eyebrows were cast with shadows, and there was a gloomy glimmer in his eyes, his eyes fell on Meng Huan's face.

Meng Huan's mind flashed.

He didn't remember the subsequent plot, but he seemed to have glanced at it at that time, flipped through it at random, and saw some general content.

"Lin Bozhou was framed by the officials of the Dazong court, and he was trapped successively, and finally defeated in Liaodong.

After being tortured and returned to the court, Emperor Xuanhe followed the advice of his courtiers, thinking that he had a different heart, took all the power, and deposed him as a commoner.

Lin Bozhou was ruined and became a prisoner from a regent who was overwhelmed with power. Everyone scolded everyone and trampled on him. He had high self-esteem and couldn't bear the humiliation, so he led the royal army to rebel..."

At that time, the original owner was suppressed by large soldiers and surrendered to Dazong, saying that he was willing to take the initiative to help suppress the rebellion of the vassal king. In fact, it was for this reason that the soldiers entered the pass and went straight to the capital.

In the end, someone proclaimed himself emperor.

Is Lin Bozhou the emperor?

The night wind from the mountains and forests blew into Meng Huan's loose clothes, his heart was cold, and his eyes reflected the starry sky.

He turned his eyes and looked at Lin Bozhou whose skirts were fluttering in the night wind.

Lin Bozhou seemed puzzled, "Huh?" He said, "Let's go?"