Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

In the middle of the night, it was a little hot in the bedding.

There was a beeping sound from outside the hall.

Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou crossed their legs, put their heads in his arms, and woke up after a nap.

"..."

The scene of being teased flashed through Meng Huan's mind, and Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou in the pillow.

He was fast asleep, his snow-white obscene clothes were opened, revealing his collarbone from which his teeth had been bitten out, and a faint shadow was cast under his eyelashes, his sleeping posture was very quiet and peaceful.

The memory of last night began to flash back.

Lin Bozhou said: It's just that Huanhuan has been in the sun for a long time, but when it comes to darkness, his eyes haven't adapted yet.

But this sentence inexplicably reminded Meng Huan of Lin Bozhou's story line in the original book.

The original book is a literature of mutual abuse. At the beginning, the evil of the attack is first written, and later the original owner begins to abuse the attack, rattling.

There is a plot where Shou takes advantage of the relapse of Gong's eye disease to escape when he loses his sight. The guards are unable to stop him in time. In a hurry, Gong turns over and rides his horse in pursuit. As a result, he falls from the horse's back and is trampled by the horse. His white clothes are stained with blood, repeating the scene when he fell off the horse as a child.

At that time, the original owner Lin Bozhou's eyes were covered with white gauze, and his clothes were wet with blood. He was always calm and rational, but he screamed like crazy: "Don't go..."

"My king told you not to go!"

"If I let this king catch you again, I will definitely tear you apart, break your legs, tie you to the palace, and never try to escape again!"

...especially scary.

But the more ruthless the person, the more miserable the situation is. After the original owner escaped, the original owner Lin Bozhou lost his eyesight and was besieged by court officials. The scene was miserable and he vomited blood several times.

And the worst thing is blindness. He has high self-esteem, but after blindness, he is like a disabled person. He needs others to feed him when he eats, and needs someone to help him when he walks. He doesn't speak or smile, like a walking dead.

At that time, he was no longer the powerful regent, but a sad blind man.

…Will Lin Bozhou still go blind?

Recalling this point, Meng Huan couldn't help but start to reflect.

When he was blind, it seemed like a rare chance to be rescued by a friend of the original owner.

Will he be rescued by the original owner's friends?

Looking at the pitch-black zenith, Meng Huan was silent for a while, and decided not to think about it anymore. He quietly wanted to lie down under the quilt to sleep, when he suddenly felt a pair of big hands grabbing his ankles, the hands were hot and heavy, they grabbed his calves tightly and pulled them into the quilt.

"…Eh?"

Like a rag doll, Meng Huan was pulled into the blanket in no time.

Then, Meng Huan stuck to the warm body of the man, with nowhere to rest his feet, he stepped on his thighs, raised his head, and met Lin Bozhou's dark eyes.

"It's so late, Huanhuan doesn't sleep, what are you doing?" Lin Bozhou's voice was hoarse.

"..."

Caught in his arms, Meng Huan shook his head: "I just woke up and went back to sleep immediately."

Lin Bozhou said "Mmm", and reached his wrist from his waist to his back, hugged him forward, and pressed Meng Huan into his arms.

He heard the sound of heavy breathing, and rubbed his hands along the fabric, which seemed to have fallen to his waist.

Meng Huan's back was tense and he didn't dare to breathe. When Lin Bozhou woke up in the middle of the night and was going to have a shot, his hand stopped on his buttocks, and he touched it lightly through the thin fabric.

"..."

but.

Lin Bozhou seemed to simply want to have a skin-to-skin contact with him, and after touching his back again, he leaned closer and kissed his forehead: "Sleeping."

Gently kiss, mixed with the cool breath on his lips.

Meng Huan was stunned by the kiss, as if he was kissing a child.

Their hugging posture is also extremely intimate. In fact, Meng Huan is not used to sleeping in the same bed with others. If a friend is lying next to him, he probably won't be able to fall asleep all night after tossing and turning.

But Lin Bozhou directly hugged him into his arms, which immediately dispelled Meng Huan's awkward feeling of alienation. He had to stick to him, and he could still smell the fragrance of the side of his neck with the tip of his nose.

In the darkness, Meng Huan slightly opened his eyes wide.

...It's like having a boyfriend.

...not bad at all.

Meng Huan thought for a long time here, Lin Bozhou had already fallen asleep, a blush slowly appeared behind Meng Huan's ears, it was unbelievably red.

This time Meng Huan slept soundly. The heat outside the main hall in the morning slowly seeped through the window, and he began to feel hot.

When he woke up from the heat, there was a pair of cold hands leaning against him beside him.

Meng Huan opened his eyes and heard a short breath.

He didn't know when Lin Bozhou was dripping sweat from his forehead, his lips were slightly pale, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, showing a sick and weak appearance.

Meng Huan called him: "My lord?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his head, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a breath or two came out from his lips.

Meng Huan touched his forehead subconsciously and found it was very hot, as if he had a fever.

Meng Huan called again: "My lord?"

Lin Bozhou looked up at him: "Huanhuan woke up?"

"You seem to have a fever."

"Really?" His voice was still weak.

Faint blue veins appeared on his neck, reflecting against the skin. Meng Huan got up, and there was a soreness in his waist, reminding him of the intense **** last night, Meng Huan supported his waist with one hand: "...I'll go to the doctor."

It was the doctor Zhou who treated Lin Bozhou's eyes last time.

Meng Huan didn't realize the tension in his voice: "Doctor, how is your lord?"

He said: "My lord's wind and cold have worsened."

"How can it be aggravated?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan seemed to laugh when he saw Lin Bozhou casually glanced towards him.

"..."

The images of last night flashed through Meng Huan's mind.

Lin Bozhou deserves to be a perverted male protagonist, and his legs are not in good condition. He said "playing a game" like a seductress on the bed and suppressed him. He sweated a lot, but he didn't wash it in time. Instead, he sweated and dried up again. sweat.

"…"No way.

Meng Huan's eyelids twitched, feeling uneasy.

Physician Zhou asked solemnly: "Yesterday I told the prince to drink the medicine, did you follow the doctor's advice?"

Lin Bozhou: "Use it."

"Please don't go out to blow the air, the prince has ever gone out."

"No."

"Then, tell the prince not to be too tired, to cultivate well—"

"..."

Sitting in front of the couch, Meng Huan felt very embarrassed.

Lin Bozhou's pale and thin collarbone was exposed under his plain white clothes, and he coughed with his slender fingers resting on the corner of his lips.

Doctor Zhou is so smart. He glanced at Meng Huan, who was standing aside with an anxious expression, and sighed, "Your Highness, it is important to take care of your health. Things in the room should be restrained as much as possible before your body recovers."

When the doctor said this to his face, Meng Huan felt redness behind his ears, and he lowered his head in embarrassment to meet the doctor's eyes.

But Lin Bozhou didn't change his face: "This king knows."

He has a strong heart in doing things. After all, his every move is under the watchful eyes of the public, and many pairs of eyes are staring at him. If Meng Huan hadn't specifically told him, maybe the two of them would have been watched by the servants when they had sex.

It is said that the even more outrageous emperor had to be supported by eunuchs even when he entered, and the golden branches and jade leaves were so jaw-dropping.

Imperial Physician Zhou left the prescription and said "Let me go as an official," before disappearing at the entrance of the main hall.

Meng Huan finally raised his head and looked at Lin Bozhou.

He hesitated and said, "I also think it should be restrained."

After all, Lin Bozhou looks like, except that Jiji is made of iron, his body doesn't seem to be.

Lin Bozhou laughed vaguely.

He has his own way, and he doesn't care about his physical strength. He doesn't know whether he listened or not, so he changed the subject: "Huanhuan, give me a bowl of medicine for my husband."

But Meng Huan, who had been cooperative in feeding him before, remained motionless, his eyelids drooping, and he looked sullen and angry for not cooperating.

Lin Bozhou: "Huh?"

"My lord hasn't promised me yet."

Meng Huan's voice was stubborn.

"..."

The atmosphere was suddenly a little silent.

No one expected that there would be a little quarrel because of the number of intercourse.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, stared at Meng Huan with dark eyes, and tried to ask, "Huanhuan is worried about your husband's body?"

Meng Huan lowered his head, took a deep breath and did not speak.

Thinking of Lin Bozhou getting up at two o'clock in the morning on weekdays and only sleeping for three or four hours. Recently, it was raining and had a fever, and his knees were bloody, and he still followed him like a demon. Meng Huan had something in his heart. Something is causing trouble.

Maybe it's the soul of the salted fish, maybe it's... worry.

He really felt that Lin Bozhou didn't cherish himself very much.

Meng Huan felt very sad when he thought of someone who didn't know how to take care of him.

Angry, Meng Huan didn't want to talk to him, and let out a "hum" from his nasal cavity.

"..."

This sound made the dark light in Lin Bozhou's eyes darker, and the air seemed to become quieter.

After a while, Lin Bozhou pulled the corner of his lips and smiled inexplicably.

"Huanhuan is worried about her husband, right?"

"..."

Meng Huan got angry and didn't speak.

His hand was pulled by Lin Bozhou and held in his hand, Lin Bozhou's eyes seemed to melt ice and snow, and became brighter: "Huanhuan is not angry anymore? Because no one has ever been able to control her husband before, and no one can control her husband. If you don’t listen, you’re used to doing your own thing.”

When he said this, he paused.

"However, my husband now has Huanhuan, and my body no longer belongs to me, but also belongs to Huanhuan. If something happens, my husband must have heard what Huanhuan said, okay?"

The gentle words finally made Meng Huan's awkwardness dissipate.

"Huanhuan won't let you have more intercourse, then it won't work, listen to Huanhuan."

After hearing these words, Meng Huan finally felt better.

His white fingertips pointed towards the medicine bowl: "Then the prince will drink it first."

Lin Bozhou hummed, clasped the bottom of the bowl with his slender fingers, and drank it down in one gulp.

Meng Huan finally softened, stood up slowly and muttered, "It's not too bad."

Then, he said angrily, "Hmph."

——As if he disliked him for being too late.

"..."

Lin Bozhou couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips again.

So cute.

It feels good to hold the little boy and let him stand on top of his head and act wildly.

Only the **** You Jin next to him listened to the whole process, feeling like he was suddenly kicked on the road and scolded for looking like a dog.

The room was peaceful and beautiful, drinking the porridge one mouthful at a time.

At the door, Shan Xing came in suddenly.

"My lord, the invited troupe has been set up, and we can start singing in the afternoon. My lord is not going to court today, why don't you go and listen?"

"Theatrical troupe?" Meng Huan turned around.

"That's right, the prince thought that the princess would be bored staying in the palace, so he followed the fashion and found a troupe for the princess to sing songs to relieve boredom."

Meng Huan's hands and feet suddenly felt cold.

He didn't expect the plot to come so quickly.

—The original owner escaped at that time, and it was someone from the theater troupe who responded. He put on the clothes of a famous actor, followed the theater troupe after singing out of the palace, and began to flee for his life.

But Lin Bozhou is an upright and traditional person, he doesn't go out with prostitutes, he doesn't listen to music, and he doesn't keep famous actresses, he only raises a few in the farmland outside, far away from these frivolous things.

The only time he bowed his head to pleasure and frivolity was when he invited a troupe, but in exchange the original owner ran away on a horse.

Meng Huan's mood suddenly turned low.

In the ear, Lin Bozhou still asked, his voice gentle and stubborn.

"Huanhuan, do you like it?"