Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan's back was getting further and further away.

Cui Han looked thoughtful: "Is the relationship between the princess and the prince good?"

"It's strange for you to ask," Shan Xing wanted to laugh, "Husband and wife, can the relationship be bad?"

Cui Han nodded slowly and responded.

"Why," Shan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had discovered something: "Young Master Cui, do you hope that the two of them have a bad relationship?"

"No," Cui Han's throat rolled, "How dare you?"

The curvature of Shan Xing's lips is drawn inward.

He also looked at the back of Meng Huan's leaving. The young man ran straight to the gate of the house without the slightest nostalgia, just like a clingy man who was eager to find his parents.

His tone was a little heavy: "That's good."

It was a little hot at the entrance of the palace, but fortunately there was a side room next to it, and there were some ice cubes in it, so it wouldn't be too hot.

The servants inside saw Meng Huan standing there, and exchanged a few words of pleasantries, thinking that the princess would leave soon, but Meng Huan started chatting with them—

"How many children do you have?"

"Why can't you figure out how to go to the palace to be a real person? Oh, you don't have a field, right?"

"The prince really didn't have any ambiguous objects before?"

"..."

Feng Zhi brought Meng Huan a piece of watermelon, and while he was eating the watermelon, he was looking for something to talk about, the time passed quickly.

The sound of the carriage sounded, and Meng Huan stood up and ran to the gate of the mansion. When he saw the splendidly decorated carriage, his heart skipped a beat. He hadn't experienced the nervousness before, as if the person the girl was looking forward to finally passed by the window, and his whole body began to tense up.

"My lord, please."

The groom picked up the low stool and put it on the ground.

The soap boots were stepped on, and the large sleeves of the toga were protruding from the curtain. Lin Bozhou stepped out of the carriage with a half-bend, and cast his casual eyes on Meng Huan.

He lowered his eyes, and saw the young man Meng Huan scratching his hair in embarrassment, and said, "My lord, are you back?"

Like sorry.

Lin Bozhou stood, looked at the sun in the sky for a while, and then looked back, as if thinking of something. The forehead of the young man in front of him was a little wet, and he didn't look like he was in trouble and asked him to call the shots, as if he was bored waiting for him.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly, and he took his white hand: "Why is Huanhuan here?"

Meng Huan: "Uh..."

"Wait for your husband?" Lin Bozhou looked at him with great interest.

Meng Huan nodded.

Lin Bozhou laughed.

He knew that this young boy would be as sweet and sticky as a runny heart when he took off his disguise, it seemed really good. Holding hands, they walked all the way to the sleeping hall, Lin Bozhou went down to change the crimson court clothes on his body.

While walking, he said in a steady voice, "What's happy about Huanhuan today?"

Following him, Meng Huan thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

"No?" Lin Bozhou asked, "No happy things at all?"

Although, Meng Huan nodded.

"It's so pitiful," Lin Bozhou clenched his hand, "Now I'm going to court for my husband, so I can accompany Huanhuan."

The appearance of their affection as a husband and wife is to the extent that any servant who hears it next to him will yearn for love.

Meng Huan was also a little shy, and felt that Lin Bozhou's role as a husband was really good.

He thought for a while, then pulled Lin Bozhou's sleeve dawdly, and said, "husband, hurry up, when we go to the bedroom, I'll help you change your clothes."

The weather was hot and dry, and Lin Bozhou was sweating a little, with a few strands of wet hair on his forehead. Hearing this word, he stopped in his tracks: "Huh?"

Knowing that he would notice, Meng Huan repeated shyly: "Help you change your clothes."

"The last sentence." Lin Bozhou reminded.

Meng Huan paused for a while: "Husband?"

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes with a smile, and asked, "Huanhuan is sincere now, right?"

Meng Huan stood blushing, with a dumbfounded expression. After all, he is a person who is shy and doesn't know what to do. He just stops by the hem of his clothes and lets others make fun of him.

Lin Bozhou took him by the hand: "Okay, I'm looking forward to being a husband, let's go happily."

There was hot water for bathing in the dormitory. After the weather got hot, Lin Bozhou would take a bath every day, especially when he just went to court, and the cars and horses were sparkling. It was necessary to wash away the dust, fatigue and sweat stains all over his body.

He is a fastidious and clean man. Meng Huan stood behind the screen, and after the crowd retreated, only he and Lin Bozhou were left. He stretched out his little hand to untie Lin Bozhou's clothes.

Husband and wife is such a wonderful word. Before Meng Huan put on the book, he was just a nerd who loved to read texts and cp. He struggled to say a few words to strangers, but now he unbuttoned another person's clothes naturally, so intimate.

Pulling off his collar revealed Lin Bozhou's thin collarbone, strong and smooth shoulders, neck and pectoral muscles. Meng Huan's eyelids seemed to have a flaming feather falling from them, and he immediately lowered his eyes.

Until all the clothes fell to the ground, there was a tall and straight male body in front of him.

Lin Bozhou entered the pool and gently held his hand.

Meng Huan asked, "Is your lord feeling better?"

"Well, all right," Lin Bozhou stroked his fingers.

"Then your body recovered so quickly," Meng Huan asked again as he brushed his wet hair, "Is your knee healed?"

"It's scabbed, it doesn't hurt anymore," Lin Bozhou tilted his head, "Don't worry about Huanhuan, okay?"

"oh."

Meng Huan murmured as he stroked his hair, subconsciously glanced at his knees, made sure there was nothing wrong, and then turned his gaze back.

Lin Bozhou looked at him without blinking.

He hooked his fingers: "Huanhuan, come here."

Meng Huan realized something, leaned closer, and was kissed by him on the lips: "Huanhuan is so cute."

"..."

Meng Huan remained calm on the surface, but screamed in his heart—

Will there really be a man who calls him Huanhuan every day, and still calls him cute QAQ? !

When reading novels before, Meng Huan liked wild men, the kind of "disobedient, right? I'll make you obedient today!", I always found it very interesting.

But now I find that every sound like Lin Bozhou hurts him so much, and he doesn't poke him when he looks at a gentle and crazy perverted man—

The corners of Meng Huan's lips were always flattened, but after being kissed, he couldn't hold back and slowly curved.

Lin Bozhou saw it, and he seemed to be amused: "Huanhuan likes to kiss?"

Meng Huan: "Uh, no."

When he just finished speaking, Lin Bozhou's chin was gently held, and Lin Bozhou's kiss came up again. It was refreshing and licked from his lips inwardly, making his scalp numb, and then penetrated between his teeth.

The hot air is dense, and the hot breath is intertwined.

Lin Bozhou kissed hard, but his eyes were foggy and half-closed, he took the time to look at Meng Huan with ease, and said with a smile: "From now on, we will have more kisses, okay?"

After showering, it's time to eat.

In the main hall, Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were sitting and eating together. Meng Huan lowered his head, and poked out his little hands from his sleeves, a little afraid to put them on the table.

His cheeks were flushed, remembering that Lin Bozhou used his hand just now.

To be honest, Lin Bozhou was not much different from the male lead of GV. He guided his hand without any shame on his face, but paid attention to Meng Huan's expression with eager anticipation.

"Huanhuan, try harder."

"Huanhuan is so weak."

"Huanhuan, hurry up."

"..."

Really, being persuasive is no different from being perverted.

Meng Huan picked up the bowl to eat, covered his face slowly, and seemed to laugh when he heard Lin Bozhou.

When Chen An came to read the letter, he listened to it while eating, saving time and taking care of business.

In ancient times, cars and horses were slow, there was no network, and most of the contacts had to be through letters, and many tips were hidden in the letters that came and went. Chen An said: "A letter from Zhejiang Province said that Xu Yushi was sent to patrol salt a while ago, with a total of 3.2 million taels, but the list he reported was only 2 million taels. To fool us, I don't know the rest of the money. Where did it go?"

Lin Bozhou chewed his lips, did not speak, and put a chopstick of fish into Meng Huan's bowl.

"My lord, are you really going to let this matter go to the past or pursue it? Xu Yushi was recommended by Mr. Cui Ge. If he pursues it, he will probably be pursued by Mr. Cui Ge."

Lin Bozhou finally stopped his chopsticks: "Now the treasury is tight, military pay, floods, repairing His Majesty's mausoleum, and asking for money everywhere. I don't know what happened to Mr. Cui Ge. After decades of being an official, I am getting more and more confused. Are you used to being greedy? It's a bit strange according to his cautious character that he dares to swallow so much money."

"Maybe Cui Ge is really old and fainted. Does the prince think there is any change?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his brows and shook his head: "It just feels more and more chaotic. But it's okay to let him be greedy, and all the house can be copied back by then."

Chen An nodded, it seems that Lin Bozhou's intention to touch Elder Cui Ge is very clear, he replied: "Yes."

After answering, seeing Meng Huan biting his chopsticks, he looked at Lin Bozhou in a daze, like a little hamster trying to eat a melon but couldn't understand it.

Lin Bozhou reached out and rubbed the corner of his lips lightly, "Huanhuan eat well."

"Oh," Meng Huan sighed slowly with a spare rib in his mouth.

With a loving face, Chen An read the next letter again.

After reading the letter, Shan Xing came over to study, holding a copy of Zheng Xuan's "Three Rites Notes", saw Meng Huan smiled and said: "Princess."

Meng Huan scratched his chin and mocked him: "Why don't you go to the theater anymore?"

"It's just that I'm here on duty," he patted the book, thinking of it, "By the way, my father asked the princess, did you rest after returning from the farm? When will you continue to read and write?"

"..."

Meng Huan turned his head abruptly and looked at Lin Bozhou.

His eyes were full of help.

Lin Bozhou laughed: "Practicing calligraphy is also good, otherwise..."

In ancient times, it was a literati regime, with bureaucrats in the court and gentry among the people. Reading and writing are the foundation of wealth. After all, any benefits are in the hands of this group of literati.

He wanted to lead Meng Huan along, but also needed Meng Huan to take the steps himself.

Meng Huan hummed: "Is it possible not to study all afternoon every day?"

Lin Bozhou nodded: "Okay, learn the next day, okay?"

"Okay." Meng Huan was not so conflicted anymore.

Shanxing taught Lin Bozhou to study, governing the country with etiquette, and etiquette is the ruler and rules of governance. Lin Bozhou can memorize these contents backwards in his early ten years, but he still keeps going back and ruminating.

Shan Xing: "Why does the prince keep laughing?"

"What you said in your smile is too ideal," Lin Bozhou said, "This king agrees with the Legalists, and the power of magic."

Shan Xing nodded. Lin Bozhou's government is like this, Confucianism on the outside and law on the inside, gentle on the outside, iron and blood on the inside, but most of the courtiers are Confucian students, so even if Lin Bozhou pretends to be, he still offends many people.

They talked, and Meng Huan could barely understand a few words, until Lin Bozhou recited the ancient Chinese, he couldn't understand, and lowered his head to write on the drawing paper.

After the mountain was gone, Lin Bozhou started writing letters again.

Meng Huan looked at him for a while and asked, "Husband, are you tired?"

"Not tired," Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Every day goes by, and there is always something to do."

Meng Huan opened his eyes: "What about me? But I don't do anything."

"It doesn't matter if Huanhuan doesn't do it," Lin Bozhou said, "As a husband, I have reached this position, and I have to do what I have to do. Huanhuan doesn't have any burdens, just live happily every day."

Meng Huan dawdled, dawdled, and sat beside him: "Are other people as tired as you?"

Lin Bozhou paused: "Not all."

He turned to Meng Huan, with a smile in his eyes, but there was a deep **** smell in his eyes: "However, what I do occasionally as a husband is to drive all those silverfish from their positions and leave them to more enthusiastic and enterprising people." , even the ambitious.”

He bowed his head: "If you are not tired, this imperial court is like a pool of stagnant water, stagnant, and can only grow old."

Meng Huan nodded, feeling something in his heart.

According to what Lin Bozhou said, he is the king of scrolls, and he wants to bring other people to roll with him.

In their position, they enjoy all the glory and wealth but do nothing, so they are annoying.

Meng Huan rested his hands on the table and looked at Lin Bozhou quietly.

Perhaps, he is indeed the powerful minister in the original book.

But maybe... he is not a traitor?

The pen stopped, Meng Huan opened his mouth wide and yawned, and two lines of tears rolled down his face: "My lord, it's time to sleep."

When Lin Bo turned his head, he saw Meng Huan, a curious little baby who was extremely sleepy but insisted on sitting next to him and refused to go to sleep by himself. He smiled and held his hand: "Let Huanhuan wait for a long time. .”

no.

With tears in his eyes, Meng Huan thought, there is a high probability that if he fell asleep, he would be woken up by Lin Bozhou, so it is better to wait for him to sleep together, after all, Meng Huan no longer has to worry about being early after wearing a book, and it is not a big problem when to sleep.

They walked to the bed, Meng Huan pulled the quilt: "My lord, please."

When he finished speaking, his back touched the familiar body.

Meng Huan stiffened for a moment, and his shoulders relaxed immediately. The man lifted him up by his legs, took off his shoes and hugged him on the bed, and gently pinched his white and delicate feet.

Meng Huan smelled the heavy sandalwood fragrance on his shoulders with the tip of her nose, buried her head in his ear and neck, bit her lip, and felt Lin Bozhou pull away her clothes.

Ripples came one after another, and the man's voice next to his ears came intermittently, but it was still a gentle and calm voice, whispering in his ears, full of bewildering and bewitching feelings.

Ripples flow into the confluence, gushing out.

There was a layer of sticky sweat on his forehead, and when he felt Lin Bozhou's palm move around his waist, Meng Huan's face was fair and moist, and he shook his head persistently: "No more."

"Huh?" The man's voice was hoarse.

Meng Huan said, "Your Highness should go to sleep."

"Ah." Lin Bozhou's ending sound seemed to be lost in interest.

Meng Huan didn't say anything anymore, and wrapped himself in the quilt desperately, so that he wouldn't touch him, "I'm not happy now, the prince said before that he would ask my opinion. Then my opinion is no."

"..."

Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh lightly, like a gust of wind.

"Okay, for my husband, wipe Huanhuan's body and go to sleep." Lin Bozhou got off the bed.

After being exhausted, Meng Huan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids. He felt the wet towel fall on his body. Lin Bozhou wiped off the sweat for him, and wiped his hands carefully, just like the aunt in the orphanage took care of him when he was a child.

In the dark, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyebrows. He seemed to be used to propping up and taking care of him. He quietly cleaned up for Meng Huan, signaled the **** to bring the hot water down, and then took off his shoes and went to bed.

Leaning against him, Meng Huan closed his eyes tightly.

Because he went to bed early, Meng Huan woke up early, Lin Bozhou got up to prepare for the morning morning, but Meng Huan opened his eyes and saw Lin Bozhou carrying the shoes, going outside the door to put them on again, so as not to walk loudly.

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, feeling less sleepy, and got up too.

When the **** You Jin saw him, he said "Yo", "The princess is awake too?"

The **** was combing Lin Bozhou's hair, he turned his gaze away.

"Huanhuan?"

With half-closed eyes, Meng Huan simply got out of bed, walked to Lin Bozhou's side, knelt down and yawned again, leaning on Lin Bozhou's leg, and began to shed two lines of hot tears.

Lin Bozhou was quiet: "Go to sleep."

"..." Meng Huan shook his head, "Let me see."

"Wash, comb your hair, what's there to see?"

It was pitch black night outside the window, because Lin Bozhou had traveled early and had already lit a few lamps. Meng Huan supported his head, but he couldn't tell what there was to see, so he said, "Just take a look."

Lin Bozhou laughed again.

His wife doesn't seem to realize that she is clingy.

He hummed, and lightly pinched Meng Huan's cheeks: "Okay, Huanhuan will go back to sleep after my husband goes out."

Meng Huan nodded.

After washing up and changing into court clothes, Lin Bozhou was guided by the **** carrying a lantern, all the way to the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion. He has been walking this road in the dark for six years. The only difference today is that there is an extra clingy person beside him.

He held Meng Huan's hand, Meng Huan was still a little curious about this kind of night, looking around.

At the gate of the palace, the carriage was waiting: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou: "Huanhuan, I'm leaving now as a husband, and I'll come back to accompany you in the afternoon."

Meng Huan: "Yeah."

Lin Bozhou approached, and kissed him lightly on the tip of his lips: "Walk around in the mansion more, and they are familiar with Shan Xing. They can take you to play, so you won't be bored."

The nearby attendants and eunuchs buried their heads lower, as if they didn't see or hear anything.

Meng Huan's ears turned red, but he still nodded calmly: "Yeah."

Lin Bozhou bent down and got into the carriage, opened the curtain, and glanced at him: "Go back."

The carriage drove slowly in the night until it became a very small point, turned a street, and was out of sight.

While yawning and looking at the carriage, for some reason, Meng Huan felt as if he had done his filial piety to Lin Bozhou.

"..."

Meng Huan stopped his outrageous thoughts.

Instead, watching the carriage drive away, greeted and sent off, I feel that I have my own concern in the palace, and it feels... not bad.

Meng Huan laughed, turned her head and ran happily into the bedroom.

You Jin followed behind, scared to death: "Hey, it's getting dark, ancestor—"

He has served Lin Bozhou for half his life, now that Lin Bozhou has a wife, he has to serve his wife again, life is hard!