Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan didn't seem to hear clearly: "Say it again."

The male servant said again: "The letter said that they all knew about your idea of ​​seducing the prince and passing on the information, and they were saddened by your feat of assassinating the prince. Because of your existence, there is a glimmer of life for the great country and society. .”

"..."

The level was outrageous, to the point where Meng Huan was in a trance and saw them singing thank you, because of you, the four seasons were warmed.

Can I take on the glorious mission of saving Dazong Dynasty?

But wait a moment, Meng Huan tried to think, what does this letter mean, the original owner himself was tasked with assassinating Lin Bozhou?

"..."

Meng Huan suddenly felt a little flustered. He had to work very hard to survive in the palace, but now, he was told that he still had the task of seducing and assassinating him. Wouldn't his miserable life be worse?

"Husband, ma'am, it turns out to be an assassin." The servant's face turned pale.

"..." Meng Huan opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say for a while, and said with great effort, "Don't make people innocent out of thin air."

"In that letter, why—"

Meng Huan's heart clenched, realizing that he was a servant of the palace, and he must have one heart with Lin Bozhou, and the content of the letter involved an assassination, if he went to inform Lin Bozhou, he must be in a very dangerous situation now.

Meng Huan explained palely: "I really don't know why I received this letter..."

The shocked look in the valet's eyes did not adequately express distrust.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and could only think of this one solution. He grabbed a large pile of beads from the plate and handed them to him: "Promise me, forget about tonight."

The servant took the beads and left Meng Huan's yard without any hesitation, and came to the study where Lin Bozhou was staying at this time.

In the dead of night, the study room was brightly lit. Lin Bozhou sat upright in a chair with his eyes covered with white gauze, while Shan Xing was reciting the content in "Book of Rites": "The old virtues match the heaven and the earth, and benefit all things. Nothing small."

Listening to him quietly, Lin Bozhou has already memorized these books by heart, but he still reviews them from time to time.

He has an eye disease, and ancient glasses are not popular. People like him who need to read a lot of official documents every day often ask their staff to read them, so that they can understand the content and make decisions by themselves, and try to protect their eyes.

The male servant came in and knelt on the ground: "My lord, Madam received a letter today."

The voice of Shan Xing's reading stopped, and he looked at Lin Bozhou: "Huh? Madam lives in the palace, how could she receive someone's letter? Who sent it in?"

"It is estimated that the concierge took the money," Lin Bozhou said simply, "Say."

Servant: "The madam called the villain to help read the letter, which said that the madam used her looks to seduce the prince, spy on the prince, and assassinate the prince."

Lin Bozhou looked unmoved, but the scroll in Shan Xing's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

His expression seemed to swallow an egg: "Madam is really illiterate?"

"..."

The male servant then took out the beaded bracelet in his sleeve: "This is a bribe from the madam to the villain, let the villain keep it a secret."

"Reward ten."

"Thank you, my lord." The servant kowtowed and retreated.

The study fell into silence, Shan Xing looked puzzled, a little disbelieving what he just heard: "My lord, does madam really have the ability to spy on information?"

"..."

After being glanced at by Lin Bozhou, he seriously analyzed: "Madam, who delivered this letter? If it is his relatives and friends, it must be Meng Xueming's cronies. Could it be delivered by Lu Shilang? He also came to visit the doctor in the morning. Writing an assassination letter in the afternoon, you really have two faces."

"The imperial court wished that the king would die suddenly." Lin Bozhou tapped his fingers on the table, his thoughts stuck inexplicably on the words "charm with color".

Meng Huan's every move appeared in his mind.

Shan Xing looked at his face, "Then... how will the prince deal with his wife?"

Shan Xing said it carefully. He could feel that Lin Bozhou, who was preoccupied with government affairs and had not married a wife for more than 20 years, seemed to have a little interest in Meng Huan.

"How to deal with it?"

Lin Bozhou picked up the tea bowl, the fire light was reflected in his pupils, and the stars twinkled, adding a bit of unpredictable depth.

Meng Huan's fair and handsome face came to mind.

The young man looks very well-behaved, he often has to pause for two or three seconds before speaking to form a complete sentence, he is even more timid, and cries easily, his nose is red and looks very pitiful.

"My lord?" Shan Xing urged.

Lin Bozhou covered the tea bowl: "He can't kill me."

Again, "Call him over."

Shan Xing's expression was even more surprised, and he said after a while: "My lord, are you deliberately teasing my wife?"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids and smiled noncommittally: "Don't you think his reaction is interesting?"

"..." I don't think so, Yamako thought.

In the yard at the other end, Meng Huan, who was completely unaware of the servant's informant, asked his servants to copy a cool chair and put it in the yard, staring at the starry night while enjoying the cool while dazed.

The environment in ancient times was good, with a full moon hanging in the dark blue night, which reminded Meng Huan of Runtu stabbing her under the moonlit night. Just as she bent her lips and smiled, her mind was filled with seduction and murder again.

Why.

So annoying.

Meng Huan muttered softly, thinking about it, went back to his room to sleep.

The sound of the maid catching chickens came from next door.

"Go to the left, block the door, and don't let it run out."

"Oh, it's still pecking people!"

Meng Huan's thoughts were disturbed, and he looked over: "What are you doing?"

The maid replied: "Ma'am, the maidservants have caught two chickens and want to pluck them and chop them into pieces. They plan to simmer them on a low fire overnight and prepare chicken soup for Madam to get up in the morning."

Meng Huan saw the two hens with reed flowers in her hand.

"Shall we kill the chicken now?"

"Back to Ma'am, yes."

The matter of assassinating Lin Bozhou was entangled in his heart, Meng Huan moved slightly, and said a little abruptly: "Let me do it?"

Maid: "? Madame's body—"

"It's okay, let me try."

Before wearing the book, Meng Huan lived in the city, and he could easily buy any fresh food, and he didn't need to do it himself. He was timid, and except for killing mosquitoes occasionally, he never experienced any bloodshed or death.

There is no way to kill people like this, so Meng Huan decided to exercise. He made up his mind, reached out and twisted the wings of the old hen in the hand of the maid, and brought it to the side of the ditch where the chicken was slaughtered.

The old hen's wings were warm, and it was obviously a lively life, which immediately made Meng Huan feel uncomfortable. He blinked, convinced himself, then took the sharp knife handed by the servant, and watched the servant demonstrate **** a chicken.

—The sharp knife stabbed the chicken's throat, cut the throat, and the cinnabar-like blood gushed out immediately, and flowed all over the ground along the trench.

Meng Huan smelled a strong smell of blood.

"It's your turn, madam," said the manservant.

Meng Huan's mind was overwhelmed with nausea, his fingers loosened, and the old reed hen he was holding ran away, fanning the blood on the ground to the hem of Meng Huan's clothes, which was extremely sticky and stinky.

Meng Huan bent down, covered his throat and let out a painful "vomit—"

maid:"………"

butler:"………"

Meng Huan: "..."

The maid was taken aback: "Madam, are you alright?"

Meng Huan suppressed the desire to vomit, with tears in his eyes, raised his hand to signal to stop, and said in a crying voice, "I won't kill chickens."

He walked into the yard, sat back on the chair, and began to shut himself up, while at the same time repairing himself.

I didn't expect to be able to vomit.

What a waste. Sure enough, it's still not suitable for killing, right?

Meng Huan silently clasped his arms tightly. At this level, he didn't even dare to kill a chicken. How could he expect to cut off Lin Bozhou's head with a knife?

The more I think about it, the more frustrated I become.

At the door, two figures with lanterns walked in, and Shan Xing stood there bent over: "Madam, the prince is here to invite you."

"!"

Meng Huan stood up abruptly.

Because of reading that letter, he felt very guilty now, he licked his lower lip numbly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"My lord called my wife to go to bed," Shan Xing said, seeing an old hen clucking and flying in front of him, he gasped, "What's going on?"

The servant quickly explained the ins and outs, and when it came to Meng Huan's nausea, he laughed and endured it very hard.

Shan Xing also laughed, walked back while laughing, and said inexplicably: "I will tell the prince about this quickly, so that the prince will be happy too."

Meng Huan: "..."

Being reduced to a laughing stock, Meng Huan stood there in despair for a few seconds, and the servant urged: "Madam, get ready to go to bed."

"Understood." Meng Huan muttered.

It seems that it can only be seduced by sex. Compared with killing people, the self who has read countless pictures is more familiar with this way.

With the double task of saving his life and seducing Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan felt inexplicably very nervous. Meng Huan walked to the door with heavy steps, remembered his equipment, and turned his head listlessly and said, "Can you help me put the thing on the table?" Here are some pictures."

The servant hurried to get it.

I took a look when I took it.

Tsk, it was quite a fun game.

The drawing paper was handed over to Meng Huan, and the servants all gave instant understanding glances.

Meng Huan clamped the drawing paper tightly, and with a complicated spirit of sacrifice, he went all the way to the study room in the apse.

The lights in the study were dim, and the shadows were shaking.

Chen An tidied up the books on the table for Lin Bozhou. He had a kind and clean face, and he followed him from Guzhou. He was Lin Bozhou's confidant. He casually said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty ordered Beizhen Fusi to use severe punishment, and retrial Zhou Fulang's colleagues who impeached you a few days ago."

"Have you got the result of the trial?" Lin Bozhou described being tired, but his posture in the chair was very upright, he gently rubbed the center of his brows, as if his eyes were a little tired, and his bony fingers supported his forehead.

Chen An said with a smile: "After Lu Shilang walked here this morning, guess what happened? A few iron mouths began to confess. The power is pulling, and they should admit defeat first."

Lin Bozhou didn't smile much, he looked up and saw Meng Huan standing behind the curtain, stopped talking, and said softly, "Huanhuan, come here."

His voice was low, with a little bewildered sleepiness.

For some reason, Meng Huan's heart seemed to go numb.

Meng Huan said hastily "Ah", the back of his ears turned red, his spine tensed, he lowered his head and walked in front of him, "Here we come."

"sit down."

Signaling the seat beside him, Lin Bozhou turned his head and continued to talk to Chen An: "You have to pay attention, the envoy who confesses is too small, but the biggest... as far as the chief official of Fengjiang, this king will bring a big fish for blood sacrifice this time."

The chief official of the frontier refers to the chief executive of a large province or several provinces.

This is a very influential member of the imperial court.

Shocked, Chen An nodded, "Okay."

"Go down." Telling Chen An to leave, Lin Bozhou rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, sat back in the chair, and closed his eyes.

There was silence in the air.

The candlelight cast a shadow on the side of Lin Bozhou's face. He closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the side of his face, showing deep handsome eyebrows and thin lips.

Probably after reading the letter today, Meng Huan subconsciously looked at his neck, the tight and thin skin, the rolling Adam's apple, and the **** lines—

"?"

Meng Huan: Shouldn't I be thinking about beheading him?

Meng Huan: Keep smiling.

Lin Bozhou slowly opened his eyes, as if he regained his spirit briefly after the nap just now, stretched out his hand to hook something on the table.

A color book with a mottled cover was drawn out for him and handed to him.

Meng Huan vaguely recognized what it was, and his scalp tightened.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "The **** pictures that my servant found under the bed, did you bring them here for sleeping?"

"..."