Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

It may be that Lin Bozhou took too much care of him, and Meng Huan let him lead him, thinking that he was so weak.

He used to lie in bed by himself when he was sick, and when he woke up he could carry boiled water and cook food, but now he began to feel uncomfortable.

Meng Huan sat on the bed and brewed for a while, then said sadly, "Husband."

Lin Bozhou sat over: "Huh?"

Meng Huan: "Leg hurts."

Lin Bozhou opened his trousers, and there were indeed worn scabs, and said: "I won't walk anymore, just lie on the bed, call me if you need anything. Here is a painkiller, which is cool and doesn't hurt. I will give it to you as a husband." Momo."

Meng Huan blinked, nodded seriously, and patted his forehead with the back of his hand: "Husband, I'm still dizzy."

He said as if he was about to faint.

"Knead?" Lin Bozhou hugged him into his arms, put his fingers on his temples, the slender joints twitched by his ears.

He was obedient and obedient, and he said everything according to Meng Huan, but Meng Huan always felt that there was something he didn't want to iron out.

It may be that the grievances of the past few days have not been vented.

He couldn't find an excuse, so he buried his face in Lin Bozhou's snow-white clothes with all his might, rubbed his face until his forehead was disheveled, and when his chin was pinched and he raised his head, he smiled with his eyes bent, smart and handsome, He stretched out his arm and hooked Lin Bozhou's shoulder.

"Why."

I am such a good wife.

Meng Huan thought to himself, he was reluctant to torture Lin Bozhou.

Looking up, smiling: "I'm lying to you, it doesn't hurt."

After finishing speaking, he moved forward, embraced Lin Bozhou, and licked his chin.

Lin Bozhou pinched the porcelain bottle, curled up his lips, and smiled wryly.

He is a dignified and prudent person, he knows more about the hardships in the army, a small injury may lead to a serious illness, and there are complaints everywhere, but Meng Huan has been in the army for such a long time, he is still clean, free from dust, so warm and sweet .

Looks full of energy.

Let Lin Bozhou hang his head down, his heart seemed to be full of ripples.

He could feel his heart being torn apart by Meng Huan, and he couldn't stop falling.

Meng Huan kissed him for a while, Lin Bozhou kissed him back and sealed his lips.

Behind the panes and screens in the yard, two figures overlapped and slowly covered the bed.

In the evening, the courtyard was quiet. Zhu Dong rushed to the gate of the courtyard like a headless fly, carrying marinated chicken, duck and pig ears, and was about to visit Meng Huan's condition, but was stopped by the guards.

"The prince ordered that no one will be seen tonight."

Zhu Dong: "I'll send some food to my brother."

"You don't have to worry about it. With the prince here, the young master has everything to eat."

"But-"

"Don't worry about it," Shi Li was tired, and the guard looked at him lazily, "The prince and the young master Biao haven't seen each other for so many days, and we want to talk about tenderness tonight. Don't you understand such a simple truth? You keep asking."

"but…"

Is it really just Xu Wencun? Isn't it the beauty of his brother Chen that the prince is attracted to? Zhu Dong tried to recall Meng Huan's weak appearance, he couldn't even stand upright, he lay dead on the bed, didn't he care?

"He's not in good health yet!"

The guard said: "Don't worry about it, it's the prince's business."

"..."

Zhu Dong was still very worried.

After all, Lin Bozhou is a lord, a nobleman, a golden branch and jade leaves, and he was born to be served, not to mention that he, brother Chen, has a bad name and is just a young boy who was lucky enough to be favored by the outer court, and he is still ill.

As for the prince, he has been in the army for a long time, murderous like hemp, full of blood, has never seen a beautiful woman, and is always looking for a young beast to vent his desire.

Thinking about Meng Huan's poor health, there is a high probability that he will drag his sick body, and he will have to kneel to serve Lin Bozhou to dress, answer him, and even endure—how should I put it, tossing.

"..."

Has anyone treated heroes like this? ?

Zhu Dong was very unhappy, but he didn't want to show it. He was afraid of being beheaded by the prince, so he left silently with the stewed vegetables and wine, and went back to drink with his cousin.

However, early the next morning, thinking about Meng Huan's condition, he ran out of the yard very early.

This time, the courtyard door was open, and Lin Bozhou was already dressed neatly, tall and dashing, with his armor tightly bound, the breeze blew the belt around his side, and his posture was very proud and majestic, majestic and quiet. He came out and ran into Zhu Dong head-on.

Zhu Dong quickly retreated to the side of the road and knelt down: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou squinted at him, saying nothing: "Go, talk to him."

After finishing speaking, surrounded by a group of soldiers, Lin Bozhou walked out of the corridor and went to the school grounds for training.

"..."

Hold.

What an indifferent man who just sleeps and leaves.

Zhu Dong was muttering in his heart, and while looking back, he stepped into the yard. This morning he went to buy marinated pig ears again, and carrying two jugs of wine, he entered the door and shouted, "Brother Chen, I'm coming!"

He ran in, saw Meng Huan sitting on the couch, and saw him turn his face: "It's so early."

"How is your health? You still had a severe fever two days ago, are you okay now?" Zhu Dong looked him up and down.

Meng Huan lay on the bed like a corpse the day before, with pale lips, disheveled hair, and even a sense of desperation that he was dying soon.

But now he is sitting refreshed, with his black hair tied up, his eyes bright, his skin fair, his lips and cheeks have regained their color, but he is still a little thinner, and his spirit has not fully recovered.

"I'm fine. I just don't have much energy. I plan to take a rest." Meng Huan said.

A crane cloak was draped over his shoulders, and Zhu Dong stretched out his hand to help him tug it. When he touched the delicate texture of the python dragon, he realized that it was Lin Bozhou's clothes, and immediately retracted as if his hands were scalded.

"This is the clothes that the prince left for you."

Zhu Dong almost knelt down, but considering that there were no outsiders, he was not too formal.

"En." Meng Huan's tone was natural.

Zhu Dong pursed his lower lip, feeling like he wanted to say something: "Why are you feeling better?"

Didn't he make you more uncomfortable?

Meng Huan's voice was soft, rather shy: "My lord is back, my body will recover naturally."

He meant that someone took care of him.

And the prince can take care of him and treat him well.

Lin Bozhou is a person, gentle and considerate, with a gloomy morbidity, he can even dig out his heart with a smile and show Meng Huan what color it is. So from Meng Huan's basic necessities of life to the bed, even the bed is taken care of, not only does not make him hurt, but also enough to relieve the pain of lovesickness, so that Meng Huan is so devoted to him.

Zhu Dong scratched his head: "Are you a goblin? If you **** a man's vitality, your body will be fine?"

"..."

The two people should not think of the same thing.

But Meng Huan lowered his head to drink water, his ears turned red.

They talked for a long time before Meng Huan asked, "I heard that Li Fulang hanged himself?"

Last night, Lin Bozhou accidentally mentioned something.

"Well," Zhu Dong set out the food and drink, "in the yard next door, he hanged himself with a rope tied to the beam of the house, his tongue stuck out, and I carried the body down. He wrote a letter, claiming that his deeds had been exposed, and he Ashamed, ashamed of the court, ashamed of the emperor, decided to commit suicide and apologize."

"That's how he died."

Holding the cup, Meng Huan was in complicated mood.

Doing something wrong is just a thought, this person may still have a conscience in his heart, otherwise he would not have thought of doing evil, without composure, he frightened himself to death first, which also aroused Meng Huan's vigilance.

Zhu Dong drank a glass of wine: "In the imperial court, cliques are formed for selfish purposes, and each governs independently. If a group of people seek their own lives and seek profits more than seek affairs, even when facing foreign enemies, it is a sign of subjugation."

Meng Huan listened to him.

"Da Zong is showing signs of subjugation," he poured a glass of wine, "Fortunately, there are still a group of people like the prince who are struggling to support, otherwise, this country may be backhanded."

He made a lot of sense.

Meng Huan seemed to have read this book through.

"It's going to snow." Zhu Dong stood up.

Meng Huan looked out from the eaves of the building. Not far away, there were thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind was blowing wild geese and snow.

At that time, he was learning Chinese and poetry, but he couldn't comprehend his reading comprehension, and he couldn't comprehend his poems. Now he seems to have entered the scene.

"The winter in Liaodong is extremely cold," Zhu Dong said. "A blizzard can freeze a person's ears and toes off. Master Zhu Li is resistant to the cold. They are not afraid of the cold, but our soldiers are afraid of the cold. If the war can end as soon as possible That’s good, everyone can go back and celebrate the New Year.”

Meng Huan took a sip of the wine, the burning sensation traveled from his throat to his stomach, and his whole body seemed to warm up.

He is full of hope for the future.

"Just wait for the prince to introduce Zhu Lizhen's cavalry into Jizhou."

The severe winter invaded Jizhou at a rapid speed.

After the map was drawn, Meng Huan was completely free. Every day, wrapped in a big padded jacket, he burned the stove in the yard, stewed soup, drew pictures, and occasionally went for a walk in the city with his idle staff.

On this day, Meng Huan was stewing a pot of soup with ginseng, black-bone chicken and various wild mushrooms according to the method taught by the old lady in the government office. The black-bone chicken is bought from the vegetable market.

The soup in the pot is boiling and tumbling, its color is bright yellow, and it has a strong aroma, which is tempting to salivate.

Meng Huan added firewood, made the fire a little smaller, covered the pot, and it was expected to cook for an hour, so he took an umbrella, put on a windproof hood, and rode to the camp outside the city to find the fire. Lin Bozhou eats.

The city of Jizhou is not big, some soldiers are placed in the city, some are in the school grounds outside the city, and some are in other garrisons. Lin Bozhou goes to the school grounds to supervise the training of soldiers every day, and even stays in the camp when he is busy.

When Meng Huan entered, they recognized him as someone from the palace, so they entered without any hindrance, rain or shine.

As soon as Si Xu saw him, he was immediately happy: "My lord's little wife is here."

"..."

He is a bad-mouthed person, knowing that Lin Bozhou dotes on him, but he doesn't know what Meng Huan's identity is, so he just said so bitterly.

Meng Huan didn't care about him: "Where is the prince?"

"My lord is not here, I went out to inspect the village."

The camp where tens of thousands of people are stationed is very large and can stretch for several miles. Lin Bozhou will not be lazy, and will patrol it almost every day to see how everyone is training.

Meng Huan said, "Then I'll wait."

Si Xu laughed and looked at the training ground in the distance: "It's amazing, I think when the prince returns to Beijing after his triumphant return, I will marry you as a concubine, right?"

"..."

Damn it, when you return to Beijing, you will know how powerful I am.

Meng Huan bared his teeth in his heart.

Hearing these words, Chen An looked back at them and coughed.

Knowing that this is his nephew, Si Xu immediately laughed, "Just kidding, just kidding."

He squinted his eyes, turned his head, and changed the topic: "Mother, the north wind is so strong! Scratch your eyes."

The north wind blew especially violently, making the banners on the camp gate whimper and flutter like ghosts.

Not long after, a column of soldiers came from the end of the camp, the leader was wearing a red robe, with a straight posture, followed by a large group of guards, apparently Lin Bozhou.

When he pulled the rein and got off the horse, he raised his sleeve to block it in front of his eyes.

"The lord is back!" Si Xu ran away, happy to lead the horse for him.

Lin Bozhou said coldly: "Go away, you are blocking the way."

He seemed more bored than usual.

After walking two steps, Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, his eyes seemed to be focused, and he saw the crowd in front of him clearly.

"My lord?"

Meng Huan blinked.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong with Lin Bozhou.

Approaching, Lin Bozhou saw him, and raised his lips slightly: "Here you come? This king is going to the Chinese military tent, and I will go back to the city with you."

Meng Huan hummed, but didn't say much.

But he didn't turn his gaze.

He found that it might be because the cold wind was blowing too hard, Lin Bozhou's eye sockets were dark red, and the eyeballs were covered with a few strands of red blood, which looked like the eyes of a vampire, sick and evil.