Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

There are four gates in Jizhou, southeast, north, and west. Meng Huan walked through the south gate, while Zhang Hu and others stayed at the north gate.

Lin Bozhou was hunted down by the officers and soldiers of the Marquis of Zhenguan. Obviously, he had to find the guards of the palace to be safe. Meng Huan made up his mind and went to the north gate. A few columns of flying horses rushed out, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, and Meng Huan took a breath in fright. Suffocated, he quickly turned around and mixed into the crowd again.

no.

Marquis Zhenguan was obviously smart, knowing that Lin Bozhou wanted to join the palace guards, so he set up interception checkpoints along the road, and some people even ordered the passing people to identify objects to see if they were blind.

How dare this pass?

Meng Huan's palms were sweating while holding Lin Bozhou tightly.

Look back at the city gate—this too is a dead end.

Licking his lips nervously, Meng Huan lowered his voice and discussed with Lin Bozhou: "We can't go to the north of the city gate, and there are officers and soldiers searching all around, so we seem to have to leave here first, do you think it's okay, my husband?"

Answered his hoarse voice: "Okay."

There was a sound not far away.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Has anyone seen a blind man?"

The officers and soldiers pushed aside the crowd, their eyes were like lightning, Meng Huan's mind went blank for a moment: "Hurry up, they are chasing you."

He led Lin Bozhou through the crowd, walked around a few trees, and walked quickly towards the snow-covered path.

Lin Bozhou walked slowly, sometimes he kicked something and staggered. Unknowingly, I came to a barren snowfield, surrounded by dead trees and rotten branches, with no human habitation, no villages, and no city in Jizhou. Meng Huan's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the cold wind blowing in front of him finally made him regain consciousness.

Looking back, Meng Huan felt relieved: "It should be safe."

He was nervous all the way, and after speaking, he realized that he was a little thirsty.

Subconsciously asked Lin Bozhou: "Is your husband thirsty?"

A few strands of Lin Bozhou's neat temple hair fell down to the bridge of his nose, and his lips were pale without blood. He neither nodded nor shook his head. Losing the fox fur, his clothes were thin, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if sensing his surroundings: "What place is this?"

"I don't know." Meng Huan turned his head to look, "It looks like a small village, but there are no people. I guess the common people have fled."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Meng Huan had nothing on him, so he squatted down and grabbed a wisp of clean snow.

I licked it with the tip of my tongue first, it was cold, I took a bite, swallowed it, and it really quenched my thirst after it melted.

Meng Huan picked off a snow-covered leaf: "Husband."

"Um?"

"Open your mouth, ah—" Meng Huan nodded his lips.

Lin Bozhou's eyelids twitched slightly, and he opened his lips. Something was gently shaken in, and he felt the coldness of the tip of his tongue. It was very cold, which made the tip of his teeth ache.

In his ears, Meng Huan's voice was warm: "Snow can also quench your thirst, eat this first."

Lin Bozhou sensed the gradually rising temperature.

Meng Huan held him, feeling that the danger was gone, and only now asked: "Does Your Majesty want to kill you?"

Lin Bozhou: "Not necessarily."

"Marquis Zhenguan wants to kill you?" Meng Huan blinked.

Lin Bozhou paused, "Not necessarily."

But there is someone who definitely wants to kill him, Choi Rang.

Emperor Xuanhe was indecisive, and people's hearts were easy to be bribed. Cui Lang must have blown a lot of wind by his side for three months, which caused Emperor Xuanhe's thoughts to change drastically, from trusting Lin Bozhou to wanting to seize his military power.

But once Lin Bozhou is escorted to the capital, Cui Lang will never be his opponent when it comes to playing tricks on people's hearts. Lin Bozhou can easily take advantage of Emperor Xuanhe's sensitivity and fragility, talk about his interests, win the emperor's heart to his side, and arrest Cui Lang for questioning.

so.

If Cui Lang is smart enough, he will definitely choose to kill Lin Bozhou when he is weak. As long as Lin Bozhou can't return to the capital to meet His Majesty, his disaster will be solved forever. Therefore, when Lin Bozhou realized that there were no soldiers around him, his first reaction was to force his way out of the city and escape.

Once unarmed and captured, it is tantamount to putting your life in the hands of others, which is absolutely dangerous.

Meng Huan froze for a moment, he didn't expect Lin Bozhou to think so much at that moment.

He stared at Lin Bozhou with bright eyes, and his lips were filled with cold air: "Are we going to find Zhang Hu?"

"Zhang Hu will come to us, we just need to live."

Meng Huan nodded: "The first thing in life is to fill your stomach. I'm so hungry."

He looked left and right.

Nothing in the snow.

Meng Huan took Lin Bozhou's hand and asked, "Are you hungry too?"

People are not grass and trees, how can they not be hungry.

Lin Bozhou was silent, holding Meng Huan's slender fingers tightly.

Meng Huan understood in seconds, and looked forward on tiptoe: "There are people living in the village ahead, I'll go and see if I can get something to eat."

After speaking, Meng Huan tried to feel all over his body, and found out a few broken pieces of silver, his tone could not hide his joy: "I still have money!"

Money has everything.

Meng Huan hurriedly led Lin Bozhou over, walked outside the fence, and said, "You just wait here for me, I'll be right back."

What Meng Huan thought was that since Lin Bozhou's eyes were inconvenient, there was no need to let him walk the few steps to the yard and up the steps, as he would be back soon. Besides... Lin Bozhou, as a prince, is quite strange to beg for food from others.

But after Meng Huan finished speaking, Lin Bozhou's fingers froze.

Lin Bozhou responded slowly, and his movements were stiff when he let go of his fingers: "It's hard work and joy. Let's go."

Meng Huan blinked, feeling that Lin Bozhou seemed reluctant.

"Then I passed?"

Meng Huan took two steps on the steps and looked back at him.

Lin Bozhou's hands were hanging in the air, maintaining the posture when holding hands, his knuckles curled up slightly, and he looked in the direction where Meng Huan's voice left, with his eyelids tightly closed.

His figure was blown by the wind, his hair was disheveled, and he was silent and depressed.

In this wind howling wilderness, the only thing he could feel was Meng Huan, but now, his hands were empty, and he couldn't touch any temperature.

Thinking of this, the numbness of being pricked by needles welled up, and when it spread, my heart ached.

Meng Huan went down the steps and handed him his finger: "Husband."

Warm fingertips pressed against Lin Bozhou's cold palm.

When the heat was spreading, Meng Huan invited: "Shall we go there together?"

Lin Bozhou stretched out his fingertips, clenched his hand, and gave a low and hasty hum.

His tone was suppressed, as if something he had been waiting for for a long time finally got it.

Lin Bozhou really wanted to hold him.

Meng Huanxin inexplicably became soft, his eyes were dark and moist, his tone was raised, and he said seriously, "husband, I'm sorry."

"What?" Lin Bozhou seemed puzzled.

"I shouldn't have let go of your hand." Meng Huan said.

The cold wind howled, messing up the hair of the two people. The wind that lay across it was icy cold, but the heat did not decrease at all.

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he saw Lin Bozhou pulling his dry lips, as if he was smiling, but the smile was extremely bitter and complicated, he shook his head gently, and called his name: "Huanhuan."

"Let's go." Meng Huan led him up the steps.

The yard was clean and simple, with nothing in it, and it looked very poor. An old lady came out with a cane, and Meng Huan said quickly, "Grandma, me and I... my brother just escaped from Dizhou and came to this place. He hasn't eaten all night and is very hungry. Can I buy something to eat?"

The old woman didn't even look at him, she shook her head: "No, there's a war going on outside, the soldiers are like bandits, the food is taken away by the army, and the bandits come to rob, the old woman has nothing here, if it's not for the inconvenient legs, the old woman would have fled too .”

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment.

He didn't ask any more, turned around and said, "Shall we switch to another house?"

This old woman seems to be living a very difficult life, and it is not easy to ask for her rations.

Lin Bozhou said, "Okay."

They went out of the courtyard and continued to move forward. The door of the next house looked better. A man in his thirties lived in the house. He heard that they wanted to buy some food. Four steamed buns."

"..."

Meng Huan was surprised. How many taels of silver did he have on his body, one and a half taels, three hundred yuan, four steamed buns?

Meng Huan said, "Brother, this is too high. My brother and I just escaped from disaster, and we don't have much money with us."

"In these days, nothing is more expensive than food." The other party's tone was blunt.

Meng Huan had nothing to say, so he nodded, "Okay."

After receiving the four steamed buns, he always felt that he had been slaughtered. He was very unwilling, so he took two steps and asked again: "Do you have any water bags at home? Can you give me one?"

The man found a water bag made of animal skin, filled it with half a jug of water and threw it to him.

"Thank you." Meng Huan took it in his hand, saw the clothes drying in the yard, and asked without any hope, "Can you give me two more clothes?"

The man was speechless.

His wife got up and went into the house, found some old clothes, handed them to him, and said, "Let's go, run for your life."

"Thank you." Meng Huan said sincerely.

He got the old clothes and opened them to look. He was not much different from Lin Bozhou in stature. He put the clothes on Lin Bozhou's shoulders. He took off the fox fur just now, and he was dressed very thinly. After getting dressed, I asked him, "Is it still cold now?"

The clothes were wrapped in cotton, gray-black, and rough in texture. Lin Bozhou had never worn such simple clothes, so he was quiet for a while.

"It's not cold," he said.

Meng Huan was happy: "Let's go! For half a tael of silver, I exchanged four steamed buns and a few clothes. It's not a loss!"

The tone is quite uplifting.

Lin Bozhou's heart was so cold and desolate, but at this moment he raised the corner of his lips inexplicably.

Meng Huan planned the four steamed buns while walking: "Now each of us eats one and saves it for two nights. It's so expensive that we don't dare to buy it again."

He found a place to sit down, and handed Lin Bozhou a yellow-faced steamed bun: "This is yours."

"This is mine." Meng Huan took another one and took a bite.

The steamed buns were cold, and a bit hard. They should be steamed from cornmeal. The grains were rough. After Meng Huan took two bites, he choked and stared blankly for a while.

Unpalatable, but very hungry.

While gnawing, he turned his head and saw Lin Bozhou was holding a steamed bun in his hand, motionless, with a few flakes of snow on his drooping eyelashes. Even though he is now wearing the gray and black clothes of the common people, his sitting posture is elegant and upright, without the slightest fatigue or uglyness, and he has the aristocratic temperament of an aristocratic family.

"It can't compare to the food in the palace, or even in Jizhou, but you still have to eat to fill your stomach."

Lin Bozhou is a little different after all. He is not a ferocious wild dog at the entrance of the village. He is a top-notch predatory lion in the wilderness who is used to eating warm and delicious flesh and blood. It is difficult to palate for carrion.

Meng Huan took the steamed bun, broke it into pieces, and tapped his lips, "Open your mouth obediently, wait for me to find a way, and make something delicious for next meal."

The voice coaxed and lied, earnest and whiny.

Also a bit fierce.

It seems that if Lin Bozhou refuses to eat, he will scratch people.

The cornmeal steamed bun in his hand was still mixed with sand and stones, and the smell was bitter.

Lin Bozhou was forcefully stuffed into his mouth by Meng Huan, and it gradually melted away. The tip of his tongue smelled of rough noodles, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Eat politely.

Where a gentleman eats, he keeps letting it go.

He has received too many rules since he was a child, and unknowingly, he was trapped by many rules.

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled, and he swallowed the steamed buns, but he seemed to be a bit picky, he turned his jaw to the side, his eyelashes drooped, subconsciously resisting such eating.

"you-"

Meng Huan muttered softly.

You've all fled, you're still so coquettish, aren't you?

Meng Huan was furious.

He took a bite of the steamed bun hard, held it between the tips of his teeth, squeezed his lower jaw, and brought his lips together.