Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The points are added up and added up, and Lin Bozhou gets more points than deducted.

Meng Huan had never been in a relationship before, but a friend taught him that he could do addition and subtraction when considering whether to be with others. If his scores were consistently high, it might be suitable.

Meng Huan thought that Lin Bozhou's score would be a pass at most, so he went back and forth in shock, not understanding why Lin Bozhou's score could not be deducted.

It seems that every time I just come up with a reason to deduct points, but I can immediately think of a reason to add points.

For example, be nice to him, be patient with him, let him go to bed early, let Shanshu give him less homework, and the most important point, Lin Bozhou treats him differently from others, and really...prefers him.

For example, today I specially came to the Yamen to listen to his testimony.

It stands to reason that Lin Bozhou's eyesight is bad, so he has little interest in going out of the mansion, but this morning when he heard that Meng Huan was nervous about going to the Yamen, he said, "Go with Huanhuan for my husband, listen to me, Huanhuan will not be afraid."

Indeed, Meng Huanshe was terrified, terrified of officials, because Lin Bozhou was by his side, so no matter what he did, he knew what to do.

Meng Huan lowered his head eagerly.

Lin Bozhou was really kind to him.

That's why he hoped that An Chui would hurry up and leave and not stay in the capital, so as not to have long nights and dreams. If the world's self-consciousness starts to correct again, it would be over if he abducted him to Jianzhou!

Meng Huan was thinking about this moment, and Lin Bozhou's voice was low and hoarse: "Huanhuan mind my eyes?"

Meng Huan was startled: "Huh?"

I opened my mouth and finished, thinking that the two questions I asked might be ambiguous. Lin Bozhou's eyesight is not good, he is already sensitive, and he asked him when he will recover, maybe he can really hear something bad.

Meng Huan hurriedly said, "No."

But just now I did deduct a few points from him because of my eye disease.

"..."

Meng Huan was a little nervous, and after a while, he said, "Everyone is afraid of trouble, but—"

In front of him, Lin Bozhou's lips were a little pale, he pursed his lips lightly, and stared in Meng Huan's direction. Maybe it was the few conversations just now that made him a little distracted, his slender fingers tapped on the edge of the chair, thoughtful.

Meng Huan's voice was stuck, and it was a bit difficult to say this, "I am willing to bear your trouble."

After speaking, I feel much more relaxed.

Lin Bozhou is powerful and powerful, even if he is blind, there are a lot of eunuchs and attendants around him, and he can take care of him by himself. No matter how he thinks, he will not be a burden to Meng Huan.

But Meng Huan was also willing to lead him for a walk, to dress him, to put vegetables in his bowl, to help Xiao Gong in the middle of the night, and to take care of him. Meng Huan couldn't say how interesting it was, but...he was willing.

Even if it wasn't in the main hall of the palace, Meng Huan thought about it, but it was an ordinary small family. He went out to cultivate the fields every day and harvest hemp at night, and came back to have a bowl of rice with Lin Bozhou, and then took him to the fields to see the harvest. Getting into bed together, he must serve himself, well, he is very good at this.

Besides, the two of them will not have children, and the pressure of life is not too great. Lin Bozhou is good-looking, and his job is good, and he is obedient to him. It is like raising an idle man who occasionally goes blind...

A picture appeared in front of his eyes, and Meng Huan's ears were inexplicably warm.

—Although food and clothing are all Lin Bozhou's expenses, it feels good to fantasize about raising him once in a while.

He thought here for a long time, Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh, and gently took his hand.

He sighed in his voice: "Huanhuan is the best for her husband."

"..."

Meng Huan turned to look at him.

Hearing this sentence, for some reason, a surge of heat surged in my heart.

Are you so happy just to say that you are willing to bear his troubles?

Meng Huan couldn't hold back, approached uncontrollably, and kissed the corner of his lips.

Silently muttering in my heart:

I will be better for you.

Back at the palace, the imperial physician was already waiting in the hall, waiting to treat Lin Bozhou's eyes.

This treatment is nothing more than acupuncture and taking medicine every day.

Doctor Zhou looked solemn, quietly waiting for Lin Bozhou to cooperate with the treatment. According to Lin Bozhou's usual temperament, he was not very attentive, lazy, and even had some rare rebelliousness.

But today, when Lin Bozhou came, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and half of his head appeared behind him, it was his little wife.

Probably Meng Huan kissed Lin Bozhou in the carriage, he was in a very happy mood now, after sitting down, You Jin took off his white gauze.

Meng Huan watched from the side, staring at the thin needles eagerly, asking each time a needle was inserted, "Does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, right?"

"oops…"

Xizi Meng Huan held his heart in his arms, and was heartbroken.

Doctor Zhou's needles are almost unsteady, and I really want to ask if the genius doctor can back away from the idlers when he is treating diseases? He controlled his strength, resisted the thought of repelling others, and finally used up all the silver needles.

Each treatment lasted about half an hour. After the treatment, the imperial doctor Zhou was about to leave. Before leaving, he asked, "Can you see shadows in front of the eyes of the prince?"

Lin Bozhou: "I can't see it."

Doctor Zhou stroked his beard: "I understand, the prince will still use the medicine." After speaking, he left.

Seeing that he couldn't explain why, Meng Huan asked, "How many more days?"

Lin Bozhou washed his hands, with water dripping from his fingertips, and said calmly: "Occasionally one or two days, three or five days, and occasionally more than ten days, I don't know."

Meng Huan sighed: "Hey."

I always feel like this has been delaying things.

"I can't be in a hurry," Lin Bozhou said with a smile on his lips, "Huanhuan wants to practice calligraphy in the afternoon? I will accompany you for my husband."

Meng Huan's mood immediately increased a lot. Lin Bozhou accompanied him to the writing class because there was someone behind him. Shanshu didn't dare to attack him, and he didn't dare to knock on the ruler. Originally, Shanshu occasionally dozed off when he was old, but he paid attention to etiquette and dignity in front of Lin Bozhou, and didn't dare to sleep.

In the past, Lin Bozhou's old illness relapsed, and the atmosphere in the palace was dead. I was afraid that an accident would make Lin Bozhou unhappy, bored or reprimanded. Now, I heard Lin Bozhou say: "Let everyone who is idle come out and have a look."

It means to let the people in the mansion rest and rest, and this sentence can only be heard during the holidays.

Next to the lotus pond, there was a gentle breeze. Meng Huan lowered his head and dipped the brush to fill the ink. After finishing writing the words to be memorized today, Shanshu also removed the brush and ink.

In the ear, a passionate voice sounded: "My lord, my concubine."

Meng Huan raised his head, the visitor looked handsome, with a pair of flirtatious eyes and two affectionate eyes, he looked down at his handwriting with a smile: "What did the princess learn today?"

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, and recognized that this was Shen Qingyu, the son of the Minister of the Household Department whom he had met before.

It felt quite familiar, and before Meng Huan agreed, he said first, "Thousand-Character Classic? I haven't finished learning it yet hahaha, the prince was very smart back then, I remember being able to memorize it backwards when I was three or four years old, hahaha , why does the lord want to follow suit now? That's great, I have to say, the lord should also experience the hardships of ordinary people, it's just that our princess has worked hard."

Meng Huan: "..."

In the original book, this person has a very good relationship with Lin Bozhou. He has a humorous personality, strong affinity, and no sense of distance from others, so he is very popular.

Meng Huan covered the paper and turned to look at Lin Bozhou: "Did he say I'm stupid?"

Lin Bozhou paused, and said with a smile: "Shen Er couldn't solve the problem set by Mr. in Qinglu College, and the pictures of beauties on paper were spread very well, so don't make fun of your wife."

Wife means housewife.

Meng Huan glanced at him, his ears turned red.

Shen Qingyu had a pitiful face: "The lord attacked me. I was scolded by my wife at home, and scolded by the lord when I went out. I am not a human being."

Lin Bozhou ignored him: "Your father asked you to come?"

"Yes," Shen Qingyun glanced around, speaking in a serious manner, "The prince is really straight to the point, he doesn't do any foreplay, it's really boring, I don't know if the princess has ever scolded you for being boring—"

Chen An coughed, his old face slightly embarrassed.

Meng Huan understood, and opened his eyes slightly with a complicated expression.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "You can say a few less dirty words."

"..." Shen Qingyu nodded with a smile, "My father asked me to ask about the money."

Lin Bozhou was still sitting, but leaning his back against the seat, he obviously sat up straight, "What do you say?"

"My father is in a hurry." Shen Qingyu took a sip of her tea, "The salt tax from the patrol went into the treasury. I heard that there was a surplus, and all the cabinets smelled it and came up. They all applied for the money. After a while The Yu Mansion asked for money when there was a drought, and then the Anhui Mansion asked for money when there was a flood, and then the mausoleum built by His Majesty asked for money, the military pay asked for money, the navy asked for money, the clan also came to ask for money, and the salaries owed by civil and military officials were still outstanding. Asking for money, what my father means is to spend the money quickly, and spend it on key points, so as not to ask around."

Meng Huan originally wanted to leave, but Lin Bozhou didn't mean to shy away from him. He couldn't help pricking up his ears to understand when he saw how lively these people were chatting.

Lin Bozhou's tone was calm: "What did Cui Gelao and Chen Cifu say?"

"Elder Cui Ge meant to settle the most important things first, such as His Majesty's mausoleum, military pay, and money for running the navy. Now that border disasters arise from time to time, and the Japanese plague has just subsided, we have to take precautions. Chen Cifu means to put the people first, and put The money is given to the disaster-affected areas, and the people in Henan and Anhui cannot afford to eat, and if they are in a hurry, they will cause trouble."

Meng Huan looked to the left and then to the right, half understanding.

"What did His Majesty say?"

"Your Majesty wants to build a mausoleum, and also build a chess palace to enshrine the Go masters from the previous dynasty to the present. He said that he will move to the chess palace to eat and sleep in the future." Shen Qingyu looked serious.

Lin Bozhou frowned, the breath on the corner of his lips became more dignified, he didn't say his own opinion, and asked again, "What does your father mean?"

Shen Qingyu said, "My father thinks that all departments should allocate some, and use some provincial inspections. The people must be appeased, and no one can bear it if something goes wrong. The officials will pay the long arrears first, and wait for the rest. As for Liaodong is most urgently needed now for the military salary, and it must be allocated. There is also His Majesty's Mausoleum... Your Majesty is still young, so there is no rush..."

Lin Bozhou finally nodded: "Your father is loyal to the country."

Shen Qingyu chuckled: "But what my father said doesn't count. Although he is in charge of the money, the approval and proposals are all in the cabinet and the supervisor of ceremonies. They are all in the hands of Mr. Cui Ge, Chen Cifu, and the prince."

Meng Huan looked around again, trying to hear more clearly.

Lin Bozhou spoke: "Your father doesn't want to transfer money to His Majesty, but this villain wants me to do it?"

Shen Qingyu laughed straight: "If this wicked prince does not do it, no one dares to do it. We also know that His Majesty will not listen to anyone except the prince."

Lin Bozhou was very quiet for a while.

Emperor Xuanhe was a child, and he liked whoever gave him what he wanted.

For example, now that he wants the Mausoleum and the Chess Palace, the two cabinet ministers knew that the finances were tight and the people were in danger, so they didn't forget to leave some spare money for Emperor Xuanhe, in order to favor the Emperor.

But if he said that he would not give money to Emperor Xuanhe, Emperor Xuanhe would definitely be angry, lose the emperor's heart, and live or die at a moment's notice.

Lin Bozhou hummed: "I will go to the palace tomorrow and ask His Majesty what he means."

"That's a good thing." Shen Qingyu put his father's words in place, picked up the tea bowl and took another sip, and saw Meng Huan who was frowning and thinking beside him.

He smiled: "How does the princess think the money should be divided?"

"..."

Meng Huan didn't expect this topic to come to him.

"Ah? Are you asking me?"

Meng Huan subconsciously glanced at Lin Bozhou, as if he was suddenly ordered to go to class, he was a little dazed and had no time to think, and tentatively said, "Give the big head to the common people?"

"yes."

Shen Qingyu smiled approvingly, and there seemed to be some pain in the smile.

"Look, the princess also knows this, but there are people in the court who don't do it."

There is a gentle breeze beside the lotus pond, and the human voice is extremely quiet at any time.

Then your imperial court...is pretty bad.

Meng Huan thought about this sentence in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.

Knowing that it was time for Lin Bozhou to speak, he turned his head away again.

Lin Bozhou's expression was a little dignified, and when he talked about something, "Commander Mao Chengchang asks for Liaodong's military salary every year, but he didn't give it to him before, and he didn't say anything. Why are you asking for it so urgently this year?"

Shen Qingyun's eyes were straightened, and he was stunned for a while incomprehension: "This is the meaning of Cui Ge's old man. He thinks that he has owed it for many years. If he doesn't pay it again, Liaodong's military equipment will be weakened. There are a few Zhu Lizhen who have not returned to justice before. From time to time, the Ministry goes south to intrude, which is very annoying. If the military equipment is disabled and the northeast is provoked, I am afraid that the shame of being defeated by the Jin people in the past will be repeated."

Zhu Lizhen, armed and provocative.

Hearing this, although Meng Huan was having a hard time, he finally heard from a few key words that they were talking about the Zhu Lizhen Clan.

—That is, the tribe of An Chui.

Lin Bozhou's expression was very cold, and he snorted: "Mao Chengchang's brochures to the capital every year state that the border defense is stable and the armaments are sufficient. Don't worry, Your Majesty." Why did you suddenly start crying poor this year?"

Shen Qingyu scratched her hair, her expression puzzled: "I don't know."

Lin Bozhou put down the teacup in his hand.

Only said one word: "Hidden."

After Shen Qingyu left, the gazebo felt a bit stuffy and couldn't stay any longer, Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou, "Have you gone back?"

Lin Bozhou took him by the hand and stood up, "My husband is about to write a letter."

Meng Huan looked at him and couldn't help but said, "Are you going to be busy again?"

Lin Bozhou gently held his hand: "Good boy."

Meng Huan shook his head: "You're busy, and I can't control you."

Hearing this sentence, the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled up slightly, neither smiling nor not smiling, "What does Huanhuan mean?"

Meng Huan blinked: "That means my suggestion is useless."

After he finished speaking, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou in puzzlement, the man suddenly moved closer, his breath fell in front of him, the tips of his noses met, and his voice was very low: "Huanhuan is angry?"

Asked by him, Meng Huan quickly shook his head: "I'm not angry."

He really never expected to be able to control Lin Bozhou.

If you really want to control him, at least you can't eat and drink all of his food. It's better to farm together like he imagined.

Meng Huan said seriously: "You take care of your body."

The breath in front of him paused briefly.

After a while, Lin Bozhou nodded, "Okay, thank you Huanhuan, I will pay attention to my husband."

Back in the study, Lin Bozhou found Chen An and wrote a letter for him. Meng Huan took a cleaned peach and sat in a chair beside it, chewing and watching, rustling like a rabbit.

But Lin Bozhou couldn't see, so he beat his stomach to write the letter, read it out, and Chen An helped write it.

After writing the two letters, Chen An took out a box from the locked cabinet, opened it with a small lock, and took out a jade seal with Lin Bozhou's name engraved on it.

As long as the letter bears this seal, it proves that it is Lin Bozhou's instruction. No matter who sees it, they must follow the instructions in the letter.

Meng Huan finished spinning the peaches quickly, and just when he was about to drop the core, a flash came to his mind.

It was as if some memory was about to come flooding out, but there wasn't any.

...forgot what?

Meng Huan shook his head, but still couldn't think of it.

After Chen An stamped the letter, he took the seal back into the box and locked it, and put it in the most conspicuous place on the shelf. In the study, Lin Bozhou and his servants come every day, and it is clear at a glance whether the seal will be lost.

The familiarity that the seal brought to Meng Huan became more and more obvious.

His memory is not very good, and sometimes the plot line is in front of him, so he can remember what it is belatedly.

Meng Huan's headache still didn't help, so he took Lin Bozhou's hand, "Rest, rest!"

The tone is alive and kicking, very happy.

Lin Bozhou followed and stood up, with a smile on his lips, quietly watching Meng Huan's direction.

When the medicine arrived, Meng Huan took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of it and blew it cold, and brought it to Lin Bozhou's lips, "It's time to drink medicine again tonight~"

You Jin and the attendants next to him watched and went out with a smile.

After all, now is the private time of the two masters. It is very likely that they will start making out while drinking medicine, and everyone should avoid it.

Lin Bozhou sat in the chair, half-raised his chin, probably because he drank too much medicine in the past few days, there was a smell of medicine in his clothes, the color of his lips was pale, and there was a gloomy look between his eyebrows and eyes.

He opened his lips and sucked the spoon that Meng Huan handed over.

"..."

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of resemblance rushed into his mind. Meng Huan couldn't see him holding it in his mouth, so he quickly took out the spoon and scooped up another spoonful of medicinal soup.

The medicine smelled particularly bitter.

Meng Huan looked at it and said, "Physician Zhou seems to have added another medicine today, has the taste changed?"

Lin Bozhou was sick and listless, "It's hard to change."

"How bitter is it?"

Meng Huan was a curious baby, so he couldn't help it. He scooped up a spoonful of the medicinal soup and took a sip. The bitter taste began to spread on the tip of his tongue. Meng Huan said, "It's really bitter! Can't get sick!!"

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips lifted slightly.

Then, with a half-smile, "Huanhuan already has bitterness in his mouth?"

Meng Huan didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so he nodded, and he gently pressed down on his shoulders, and touched his ears and neck with his hands, and the bitter smell of medicine came up with a cold breath.

Meng Huan put down the bowl and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, no!"

Lin Bozhou's fingers climbed up like icy snakes, and his lips approached. With a laugh, he wetly kissed him, and smiled while kissing, "My mouth is bitter, so what are you afraid of."

The strong smell of Chinese medicine melted on the tip of his tongue. Meng Huan held Lin Bozhou's neckline with his fingers and tried to push it away, but his hand also stretched out, and his thumb pressed against the back of Meng Huan's head, like holding a kitten. Fixed so that she couldn't move, she kneaded and kissed deeply.

"Woo..."

Meng Huan made two pitiful voices, but was soon kissed and his mind was in a mess, and he felt a comfortable tingling sensation.

Lin Bozhou is really good at kissing.

He is a well-dressed beast with a mature mind and is good at controlling everything. Even Meng Huan had to be controlled by him when kissing, and could only be forced to accept his kiss.

However, Lin Bozhou has a good habit. He has strong empathy and knows whether Meng Huan is willing or not, whether he is comfortable or not, and will not really force him.

The voice between the lips and teeth was a bit sticky, the smell of the medicine became very weak, and the atmosphere was unbelievably hot.

Meng Huan's chin was pinched by his hands, and his limbs felt a bubbling powerlessness, as if his strength had been taken away, and he felt a tree grow out of his spine, supporting his waist and bending down slightly.

The tip of Meng Huan's nose was red, the ends of his eyes were moist, and his lips were red from being bitten.

Hearing Lin Bozhou sigh happily.

Meng Huan was moved and couldn't help but let out an unbearably small "Ah~"

The heat on the corners of his lips became even moister, and Lin Bozhou's voice was smiling.

The tone is like a demon tempting to fall.

"Huanhuan is awesome..."

"..."

Meng Huan's consciousness was confused, and Lin Bozhou's intermittent voice could be heard, "If it wasn't for going to court, my husband would want to stay in bed every day and do that kind of thing."

He sighed again: "...it's really crazy."

Meng Huan slightly opened his eyes. He also felt that it was inconceivable that Lin Bozhou, who had always been the king of Juan, would say such a thing.

The king doesn't go to court early, and when there are people around, who still thinks about the early court.

Lin Bozhou bit Meng Huan's belt with his teeth, and gently pulled it away: "Huanhuan, turn off the lights earlier today?"

Meng Huan knew what he wanted to do, and with the remaining rationality remaining, he pointed to the medicine bowl next to him, "Medicine, the medicine is not finished—"

As soon as he bent down and took a step, stretched out his fingers to hook the medicine bowl, he was dragged back by his waist, and hugged Lin Bozhou's legs forcefully, with his big hands on his waist, pressing firmly.

Lin Bozhou reached out to touch the medicine bowl, put it on his lips, and drank it down.

Meng Huan's clothes were torn apart by him, and his white shoulders were exposed, and he couldn't help covering his eyes: "...Physician Zhou said, don't have too much **** recently."

Although he and Lin Bozhou don't work from morning to night in the novel, they have to blend in with each other every night.

Meng Huan has a well-behaved personality, and always listens to teachers or doctors.

He sincerely suggested, begging for mercy: "My lord, if you don't forget it, it will hurt your body..."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curved slightly.

The tone was calm, with an uncontrollable loss of control: "It's okay, let's drink the tonic together tomorrow."