Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Unlike last time, when Meng Huan saw the friend of the original owner, in order to gain a sense of security, he hurried to join the group like a stray lamb.

This time, Lin Bozhou gave him something stable, and Meng Huan calmly picked up the teacup and turned his face: "I'm sorry, I haven't watched the drama much, so I can't think of similar songs."

He's starting to be smart, not sure what the man's intentions are.

Decided not to talk about it for now.

In the pavilion, the atmosphere is quiet and harmonious.

Meng Huan deliberately pretended not to understand, in Cui Han's eyes there was some basis, after all, Cui Han's grandfather was a representative of Zhuoliu, and Meng Huan's father was a member of the Qingliu Party, so it is understandable for him not to trust him.

Cui Han coughed, and decided to give some more obvious reminders.

He picked up the clear water next to the teacup, flicked his wrist, and dropped it suddenly: "Oh—"

Meng Huan stood up quickly.

Clear water was poured into the tea, splashing the liquid, and the orange-yellow tea soup was mixed with the clear white water, and the color became extremely light, and the tip of the lid washed away a stick of tea leaves that stood upright.

Cui Han let out a mysterious laugh: "Princess, this junior is rude, please forgive me hahaha..."

His metaphor is obvious—the intersection of voicing and turbidity, breaking down obstacles.

It's just that this palace is full of Lin Bozhou's people, if Lin Bozhou knows their motives, the consequences will be unimaginable, and these behaviors can only be used to hint.

Meng Huan looked at the mess on the table and fell into deep thought.

Cui Han looked at him expectantly.

Finally, Meng Huan looked away, his face full of confusion: "How can I drink this tea?"

Cui Han: "..."

Meng Huan frowned, feeling very embarrassed, said: "Forget it, don't drink."

Cui Han: "Princess—"

"I'll go back and write, see you another day."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, without waiting for Cui Han's response, he yawned and walked out of the pavilion.

Cui Han sat there with a strange expression on his face, he really didn't understand how Meng Huan could play dumb so much.

For a moment, his brows eased again.

Most likely, it was because he didn't trust him.

Looks like there's more to do.

The weather is hot and dry. Even if you wear cooler clothes after you fall into the ambush, the heat still comes out of the clothes.

A few days later, by the lotus pond, round leaves rolled and green waves fluctuated. The servants spread paper, pens, and paints in the pavilion. Meng Huan sat down to draw a landscape picture, picked up a brush to compare the scale, lowered his head, and traced a color on the meticulous painting.

He was painting, and the servants were surprised to watch by his side before, but later they also felt that sitting like this for a day was boring, and they preferred to push Pai Gow, Cuju, and chatting. Afraid of disturbing Meng Huan, they went to chat in the pavilion not far away. Eat melon seeds.

Meng Huan was sitting, when there were light footsteps behind him.

Thinking that a servant came over to fan him, he didn't look back.

After a quarter of an hour, Meng Huan was drinking tea, only to find a boy and a girl standing behind them.

They were dressed in the clothes of actors and actresses, the boy looked handsome, and the girl looked demurely. Meng Huan was stunned: "Who are you?"

"The servant is the actress that the princess rescued that day."

"Oh," Meng Huan remembered, "is that the couple who were beaten in the yard?"

The two were ashamed.

"Are you better now? Is your injury healed?"

"Thank you, Princess, for your concern. All the injuries are healed. The troupe is idle today, so we just thought, come over and thank Princess Wang."

The two seemed to kneel and kowtow.

Meng Huan quickly squatted down: "Actually, you don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, you can thank the prince. After all, if they look at me and give me face, they are actually giving the prince face."

They have the courage to chase after love, and they are also very similar in age. Meng Huan has a good impression of them and feels close to them naturally.

"When did you two get married?" After getting close, Meng Huan began to gossip.

Xuehong, that is, the boy, couldn't help laughing.

The girl named Xueyan immediately lowered her head in shame.

When the two of them smiled, Meng Huan felt closer and couldn't help chatting with them.

Xuehong took out a wooden flute from his sleeve and said, "Princess, this is cut by a slave with a knife. I am an apprentice in Liyuan and have no money, so I can only make something by myself. I hope the concubine will not dislike it."

The wooden flute is very polished and beautifully made. Meng Huan took it and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Xuehong and Xueyan looked at each other and smiled.

The two said: "Princess, we can't leave the Liyuan for too long, we will leave."

After the two people walked out of the pavilion, they became one in front of the other, avoiding people's eyes and ears.

Looking at their backs, and at the wood-colored piccolo in his hand, Meng Huan slowly leaned his head on the stone table, raised it up, and faced the sun.

Is he... making friends?

Putting the piccolo into his clothes and patting it, Meng Huan turned around and picked up the brush to continue painting the unfinished landscape painting just now.

The sun gradually tilted, and when the time came, Feng Zhi said: "Ma'am, I guess the prince will return to the residence soon."

When Lin Bozhou returned home, Meng Huan would wait for him at the gate every day. Hearing this sentence, he put away his brush and washed his hands in the pond, "Okay, I'll go over now."

Lin Bozhou usually arrived at the mansion around 4:30, Meng Huan calculated the time, and waited for half an hour, and it was five o'clock, but Lin Bozhou's driver hadn't shown up yet.

"Why hasn't the prince arrived yet?"

When Meng Huan was a little confused, a fast horse hurried over and stopped at the door. It was Lin Bozhou's attendant who traveled on weekdays.

The attendant got off his horse and knelt on the ground: "Princess, the lord just came down to the court, but was stopped by His Majesty, saying that it was Princess Xi's birthday, and the lord was allowed to have dinner with him."

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, "No wonder you haven't come back yet."

"The lord was worried that the wangfei had been waiting all this time, so he asked the little one to go back home and tell the wangfei that there was no need to wait. He would come back very late tonight, and he might not even come back."

Because there is a curfew in the inner city, no one can walk on the street after midnight, and the princes and nobles will take care of it, so there is a high probability that Lin Bozhou will stay overnight in the palace.

Meng Huan nodded, thinking that Lin Bozhou was quite considerate, knowing that he would ask someone to come back and tell him so that he would not have to wait all the time.

Since he couldn't wait for Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan went to the restaurant alone to eat his thirty dishes.

In the dining room, Meng Huan saw a group of uniformed disciples lined up in order, and they also came to eat.

Among the crowd, Xuehong who brought him something in the afternoon looked up and met Meng Huan's eyes.

Unexpectedly, it would be such a coincidence, Meng Huan was surprised: "You—"

Xuehong immediately tugged Xueyan beside him, and the two looked at him and laughed together.

Meng Huan also laughed, feeling very relaxed.

After laughing, Meng Huan went to sit down in a nearby pavilion, and after waiting for a while, sure enough, the two of them ran over quickly: "Princess."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"have eaten."

Meng Huan asked: "You two didn't redeem yourself?"

"No, the master said that we have studied opera for more than ten years, so we just left. I'm sorry for the skills we have learned. Let us stay and leave after a few years when we are older."

Meng Huan nodded: "That's not bad."

Xueyan was curious: "Is the princess waiting for us here?"

Meng Huan nodded: "My lord will be home late tonight, I'm bored, so I just walk around."

At a young age, it is natural to love to play. Xueyan thought for a while and said: "If the princess is bored, there are fireflies in the woods next to the lotus pond at night. You can go there to catch them. The slaves and Xuehong used to go there often. The mountains and plains are everywhere at night, which is very beautiful."

Meng Huan saw through it at a glance: "You two are dating there, right?"

Xueyan's face immediately turned red.

It seems that there have been many trysts in the grove.

Meng Huan was amused, and stood up: "Let's go, let's take a look together."

The sky in the grove was dim, and there were overwhelming tree shadows hanging down. As expected, there were light spots of fireflies flying in the grass.

Meng Huan looked around: "This one is so bright—"

Answered his voice very softly.

The young couple, walking and approaching each other, slowly held hands.

"..."

Fortunately, Meng Huan's attention was not there, he looked up at the fireflies flying around, You Jin handed over a thin silk bag, Meng Huan ran and chased it, held it in the palm of his hand and put it on the thin silk bag Inside the bag, the silk bag is transparent, and you can see the fluorescence coming out of the bag, which is very beautiful.

You Jin also caught one, his face flushed with excitement, and he handed it to Meng Huan: "Princess, this old servant has caught one, come on, put it in a silk pouch!"

Meng Huan pursed her lips: "I don't want yours, I want to grab it myself."

You Jin: "..."

Meng Huan ran with sweat on his forehead, he was a little depressed because Lin Bozhou didn't return home, but now he forgot all about it, and he was so happy.

The fireflies in the silk pouch were bright, and Meng Huan happily returned home with the fireflies, put him under the quilt, and fell asleep happily.

At the gate of the palace late at night.

After the curfew, there was silence in the palace.

When the chariot and horse stopped, the guards recognized the prince's chariot and horse, and knelt down: "My lord."

The figure of Lin Bozhou got off the car and said, "Quiet."

His body was stained with the smell of wine and the fragrance of deep palace powder. He was somber and melancholy. It was the incense of Concubine Xi's palace. Emperor Xuanhe hoped that he would stay overnight in the palace, but Lin Bozhou asked the Taoist order in a blink of an eye and went out in the middle of the night. through the Meridian Gate.

The servants in the mansion were all asleep, the attendant asked the porter for a lantern to light, and led them all the way to the sleeping hall.

You Jin squatted at the door and dozed off, eyes wide open: "My lord!"

Lin Bozhou's first sentence was: "Huanhuan is asleep?"

"Princess is asleep."

"Then don't wake him up, I'll go take a bath first."

You Jinsi thought about it and asked, "Did the prince come back at night for the sake of the princess?"

Lin Bozhou looked at him drunkenly, and You Jin immediately laughed and heyed twice.

The prince still loves his wife.

A lamp was quietly lit in the room, and Lin Bozhou changed his clothes after taking a bath. His excessive desire to control made him habitually ask You Jin: "How is Huanhuan today?"

"Practice calligraphy in the morning and draw in the afternoon..." You Jin thought, and replied, "I went to play in the evening."

The figure of Lin Bozhou walking into the hall paused, and asked: "I heard that the king will not come back tonight, is Huanhuan not angry?"

You Jin thought for a moment: "... probably not."

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and ground his teeth imperceptibly. It was in vain for him to be at Concubine Xi's birthday banquet, restless, thinking about Meng Huan waiting for him at the door, unable to drink, wishing to leave the banquet on the spot.

Lin Bozhou didn't speak after all, walked to the bedroom, the lights were dimmed, a small figure was lying on the bed, Meng Huan let down his hair and closed his eyes, sleeping soundly.

There was a faint glow in the quilt.

Lin Bozhou's eyelids twitched, and he put his hand on the corner of the quilt and gently opened it. There was a silk pouch next to Meng Huan's pillow. The pouch was shiny, and fireflies were buzzing inside it. A small handful seemed to lock the moon inside.

As if he had found a baby, the boy slept with his arms around the firefly silk sac and refused to let go.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and saw a wooden flute next to the silk sac of the firefly.

He raised his originally loose eyebrows, picked up the wooden flute and checked it repeatedly in his hand, a faint shadow cast over the end of his eyes.

After a while he put the wooden flute back, and found You Jin who was dozing outside the hall: "Who has Huanhuan been in contact with recently?"

You Jin stumbled, realizing that Lin Bozhou's complexion was not good and his throat was knotted, so he quickly said it.

When Meng Huan slept until midnight, he noticed that Lin Bozhou seemed to be back.

He hugged him in his arms and kissed his forehead, then he didn't move much and fell into silence.

Meng Huan smelled some alcohol and guessed it was on Lin Bozhou's body, but fortunately it was not heavy. He ran too crazy when he was catching fireflies in the evening and was really sleepy, so he didn't open his eyes, but just rubbed against his arms.

He grabbed Lin Bozhou's obscene clothes, put his head in his arms, and fell asleep soundly.

But the next morning when he opened his eyes in a daze, the pillow was empty, and Lin Bozhou went to court again.

"..."

Meng Huan closed his eyes, he realized that he and Lin Bozhou seemed to only have time at night.

Lord of the Dark Night, well-deserved reputation.

After washing up a bit, Meng Huan had to go to the pavilion to learn how to read.

The palace is open and bright, but what Meng Huan likes most is the lotus pond, it is cool, the corridors are winding and beautiful, and he often draws in this place.

After learning calligraphy in the morning and painting in the afternoon, when Meng Huan was bored, Xuehong and Xueyan appeared one after the other, probably looking for him after practicing, smiling at him from afar.

Meng Huan just bent his lips, and behind the two of them was followed by a fancier, Cui Han.

Seeing him, the corners of Meng Huan's lips tightened.

"The concubine and young master Cui are both my saviors. I have cultivated the blessings of eight lifetimes before I can meet the two nobles." Xuehong said, "Young master Cui wanted to see the concubine, so this slave led the way."

Cui Han cupped his hands: "Princess."

Meng Huan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, sat back on the stool, and continued to draw.

"Princess, this junior has a little research on painting." Cui Han walked behind him, "The painting of Wangfei has a broad imagery, exquisite brushwork, light makeup and heavy application are always suitable, and you can learn from everyone at a glance."

Meng Huan asked him to stare at him, stopped after two strokes, and went to watch people's Cuju instead. Unexpectedly, Cui Han entered the crowd, with a beautiful kick, hooking the ball on his leg, and kicked it very beautifully.

"..."

Meng Huan said, "Don't you know how to do it?"

Cui Han smiled: "The younger generation can't read, write, or take exams, but they are very good at eating, drinking, and having fun."

Meng Huan applauded him: "Amazing."

The weather was hot, and the actresses and maidservants walked to the edge of the pool one after another, sat half-sitting, stretched their legs into the cold pool water, and played around.

In the emerald green, there are dots of red hairpins against the background, which feels like in a dream of Red Mansions. Meng Huan couldn't help thinking, is this the country that Lin Bozhou laid down in the dark early in the morning?

With a sound of "Plop", someone walked to a deeper place in the pool, Meng Huan just wanted to stop it, but saw that person caught a herring and held it up: "Princess!"

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Is it so fat in the pond?"

"I want to go fish too..."

Excited voices sounded.

Fishing in the water is the most enjoyable in summer.

Meng Huan didn't dare to go down, so he just watched from below, and for a moment he didn't know who said, "Compared with whoever touched more crabs." Several male servants were in the pool, making the water muddy.

When Meng Huan laughed, he found a pair of eyes looking at him, like a ghost in the night watching his every move, which made his back shiver.

Turning his head, as soon as Cui Han and Cui Han met their eyes, his sense of weirdness disappeared, and he became foolish

"Princess, the younger generation can also fish." Cui Han rolled up his trousers, ignored the boy servant's dissuasion, walked into the pool, said, "Let me participate!", and started to **** in the crevices of the stones.

Meng Huan blinked and looked at him inexplicably.

After a while, Cui Han threw up a herring, which was still alive and kicking in the pavilion, and said loudly: "Princess, did you see it? What a fat fish!"

Meng Huan: "...I saw it."

He lowered his head and continued to touch the fish, as if he was unsteady and rushed forward, half of his body fell into the water. There were screams from around, and Meng Huan also held on to the railing. Unexpectedly, he reappeared with the moss on his head, and smiled: "Hahaha, the water in the river is so cool!"

"..."

Somewhat funny, Meng Huan couldn't help laughing.

Cui Han kept throwing fish, shrimps and crabs in front of him to see everyone having fun in the water. After all, Meng Huan was a teenager at heart, and gradually became interested, "I'll try it too."

"Princess, the water in the pool is cold—" You Jin exclaimed.

Meng Huan supported the stone and stepped on the cold stone surface.

His white feet stepped on the stone, and after a few steps, they began to shake, which made You Jin's heart jump out: "Princess!"

Meng Huan was also taken aback.

Fortunately, Cui Han had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly grabbed the stone for him.

Meng Huan stabilized again.

He thanked: "Thank you."

Cui Han thought that he had become closer to him: "You're welcome, the princess can compare with the younger generation who can touch crabs faster."

Meng Huan kept his distance: "That's not necessary."

"..."

He lowered his head and moved the stone.

Just like going to the beach and digging sand, regardless of age.

Time passed slowly, and Meng Huan didn't even realize that the water in the pool was getting colder.

When Lin Bozhou got off the carriage, it was rare to see that the gate of the palace was empty, and there was no figure waiting for him on weekdays. He frowned, "Where is the princess?"

The servant said: "It seems to be touching the stones in the lotus pond. I am very happy."

touching stones

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, no emotion could be seen on his face: "Really."

The wooden flute from last night flashed through his mind, and he asked, "Who else is there besides the princess?"

"And the young master from Cui Ge's hometown."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips. Normally, he would go straight back to the dormitory to take a bath, but after thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows: "Go to the pool and have a look."

The water waves swayed, the moss fell, and the pool water was already muddy.

When Meng Huan took out another shrimp, he said to the left and right: "Princess, it's getting late, it's time to come up."

Before Meng Huan could speak, Cui Han yelled first, "Wangfei can just play when she wants to play, you keep pushing me, it's too disappointing!"

He looked like a dog with high interest: "Princess, that fish you touched just now is really fat! The aquatic plants are lush and green, and there should be fat fish and shrimp!"

Meng Huan didn't pay much attention to him, and walked to the other side of the aquatic plants.

When Lin Bozhou came over, he saw a group of cheering servants around the bank of the pond. The water plants were all over the place, and some lotus flowers were trampled to pieces. Meng Huan was standing in the water with his clothes wrapped around his waist, looking at the water surface. , Just like a master fisherman.

Standing next to him was Cui Han who was making a fuss: "Under the rock! Under the rock! I just saw a shrimp shuttle past!"

Meng Huan turned his head, against the light of the setting sun, and saw Lin Bozhou standing on the bank in his crimson court attire, kneeling on the ground around him, with his hands behind his back, looking down at him calmly.

"..."

Meng Huan looked at the sky.

He looked at Cui Han again.

His expression changed slightly, and he called "husband" and started to run towards the bank. His white feet were stepping on the water, and he walked very slowly. There was a place where the water was relatively deep. As soon as Meng Huan stepped on it, he staggered a step, stood up, and walked to the bank of the pool. It is blocked by a taller stone.

He couldn't make it through, so he stood where he was, and looked at Lin Bozhou for help: "Well, my husband, I can't make it through..."

Poor.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyelids with extreme patience. In the eyes of everyone, his shoes stepped on the wet stone, the hem of his court clothes brushed the lotus leaf, and he put his arms around Meng Huan's waist and gently hugged him up.

Like holding a child, Meng Huanlou hugged his neck, feeling a little ashamed.

Cui Han next to him ran to the shore like crazy, ran up and kowtowed desperately: "Meet the prince!"

Lin Bozhou looked gloomy and ignored him.

An invisible oppressive atmosphere filled it.

He squatted down, picked up two boots scattered on the shore, and slowly lifted Meng Huan's foot.

Because his feet were stained with water, he took out the handkerchief and wiped it, and then inserted Meng Huan's small and white feet into the boots.

— It can be seen that he is very concerned about the game that someone took his wife to play today.

The surroundings were completely silent, and everyone looked at Lin Bozhou, who was under one man and above ten thousand people, squatting down to put on his wife's shoes.

Meng Huan was also a little dazed: "Husband..."

After they had sex, Lin Bozhou would wear them for him, but after all, there was no one around, but Meng Huan was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many people.

After getting dressed, Lin Bozhou stood up, with an unusually gentle tone: "Did Huanhuan have fun this afternoon?"

Meng Huan nodded with sweat on his temples.

Lin Bozhou: "Just be happy."

But in a blink of an eye, he turned to Cui Han, his tone seemed to be the same, but there was a chill in the back: "Cui Han, let you take the princess to relieve boredom, so you take him to run into the pool?"

Cui Han's scalp was numb: "Junior..."

He didn't expect that Lin Bozhou would come.

The original intention was to play with the princess and gain his trust.

But now I believe that I don't know if I don't know, but it angers Lin Bozhou.

Cui Han's back was stiff: "Uh, at first it was only juniors who went into the water, but I didn't expect the princess to go into the water too—"

He was counting on Meng Huan to speak for him, after all, the two of them had a good time playing in the water just now.

Unexpectedly.

Thinking of Cui Han's repeated connotations about himself, Meng Huan knew that this was a good opportunity for Lin Bozhou to be the master, and nodded innocently: "Yes, it was him who encouraged me to go into the water."

Cui Han: "..."