Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Chapter 6:

Not to mention Lin Bozhou's people, but a little bird he raised, everyone in this mansion has to make offerings as ancestors and burn incense every day.

It meant that Meng Huan wouldn't make trouble, and even cry when he was said a few words.

It seems reasonable to be called trash.

Ah, yes, yes, I am trash. Meng Huan murmured in his heart, who is not a waste in front of you? A little self-knowledge, okay? When the emperor sees you, he has to applaud you, brother.

Thinking of the untied flowers and plants in the yard, now that the matter was over, Meng Huan was ready to run away.

It's not very polite to go directly, Meng Huan also pretended to say: "Thank you, my lord, for being the master of my concubine." It was full of flattery.

Lin Bozhou: "Yes."

"The concubine..." and left.

Shan Xing reminded: "My lord, it's time to eat."

Lin Bozhou turned around and said, "Come on."

"?"

bring it on?

What does come on mean?

Does it mean "reluctantly let you come and eat with me"?

Meng Huan was stunned, Shan Xing turned to him with a smile: "Madam, please."

"..." Meng Huanxin finished, looked at the flowers and plants all over the yard, her lips curled down, and reluctantly followed behind Lin Bozhou.

The table was set up in the dining room, and a dark lamp was lit.

Lin Bozhou was recalled to the capital as the King of Zhong six years ago to serve as the regent. His family and relatives are all in Guzhou, and this palace has always been very deserted.

Before he took a concubine, the Qing guests and staff in the mansion would occasionally accompany him to have meals, but now that Meng Huan was here, after all, she was the prince's wife, not to mention she dared not go to the table, she didn't even dare to look at Meng Huan.

Therefore, Meng Huan was the only one sitting in a row with him at the dining table.

Meng Huan's anger was swept away when he saw the dinner.

Nothing less than an early lunch.

Rice and pasta: Babao steamed buns, stuffed steamed buns, steamed rolls, Haiqing rolls, butterfly rolls; large steamed cakes, pretzel cakes, sugar cakes, sesame sesame cakes, milk skin cakes, thin crackers, ganoderma lucidum cakes; jujube cakes, white Sanzi , Tang Sanzi, Sesame Elephant Eye, Egg Noodles, White Cut Noodles, Crystal Rice.

Meat: Roasted swan, roasted goose, steamed chicken, marinated chicken, Sichuan fried chicken, roasted meat, boiled meat, steamed meat, pork bone, lychee pork, sturgeon, steamed fish, crispy pig ears, boiled fresh gizzard liver , Jade Silk Belly and Lung, Steamed Lamb.

Soups: peony head soup, chicken crispy cake soup, pork dragon pine soup, agate cake soup, brocade cake soup, sweet-scented osmanthus cake soup, sweet and sour soup, grape soup, honey soup, milk. *

very good. Meng Huan directly served Lin Bozhou for dinner.

When he is full, he can start spinning by himself!

Meng Huan, who owns a big yard and has 30,000 pocket money every month, has recognized who is the toughest in this mansion.

Lin Bozhou took a sip of his soup and asked, "Did you answer the palace?"

Shan Xing, who was standing next to him, looked at Meng Huan before answering, a little surprised.

The prince actually raised this topic in front of him, it seems that he has regarded Meng Huan as one of his own, and has begun not to shy away from it.

"Go back, and said that the prince's eye disease has not recovered, and he can't return to the cabinet for the time being."

The court is going to be in trouble recently.

The emperor's oral orders were first ordered by Zhong Chen to order Lin Bozhou, and then written into an imperial decree and distributed to the cabinet for public announcement, so now everyone in the court should know that His Majesty punished the person who impeached him, and asked Lin Bozhou to return to the cabinet.

However, Lin Bozhou resigned because of his eyesight!

what does this mean? It's like saying that you got into a fight with your colleagues and wanted to resign, but the boss supported you, comforted you, and fired the person who had the fight with you first, but you still want to resign.

That is, it will surprise the boss.

Meng Huan blinked, looked at Lin Bozhou, and flattered him: "Since the prince's eyes are bad, it's okay to rest for a few days, why rush back to the court to work... as an errand?"

Lin Bozhou looked at him sideways, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

Their ministers are such goofs, the eye disease is indeed an eye disease, but it is not all eye disease, it is just an excuse, otherwise why would the emperor receive a memorial every year from a strong and strong minister who suddenly wants to "resign to support his illness"?

There are generally demands.

Lin Bozhou's caring idiot eyes made Meng Huan very upset, he lowered his head, um, pretended I hadn't spoken.

"What did your Majesty say?" Lin Bozhou asked,

Shan Xing wiped his sweat and looked a little embarrassed: "This..."

Their current Majesty is a little emperor.

He was seven years old when he succeeded to the throne, and now he is only thirteen years old. He has great trust and love for Lin Bozhou.

When His Majesty learned that Lin Bozhou was unwilling to return to court, he burst into tears and cried out in pain in the Jinluan Palace.

"Brother Huang is not here, the great country and society are in danger!"

There is a kind of sympathetic feeling of "Swallow, how can I live without you!"

When the minister came to invite Lin Bozhou again, his eyes were full of tears: "Your Majesty, please hurry back to the pavilion. Your Majesty hasn't seen you for a few days. You don't think about food and drink, and your face has lost weight from hunger. Huh, huh, huh."

When Meng Huan heard this, he tsk tsk tsk in his heart.

Lin Bozhou is worthy of the master of PUA micromanagement. He brainwashed himself, an outright treacherous official, into the unique pillar of the country in the eyes of the little emperor.

"Tea." Lin Bozhou suddenly said.

"..."

Meng Huan quickly picked up the tea soup, blew it cold and put it in his hands, saying sweetly: "My husband, please use it."

There were too many inner dramas, Lin Bozhou glanced at him, and then chatted with Shan Xing: "Is there any important official document from the cabinet?"

"Yes, the military salary of the Liaodong capital, the food and salary allocated for the Huanghuai flood and the southwestern chieftain's rebellion—"

Lin Bozhou put down his chopsticks: "Send the copy of the memorial to the study."

I have to work overtime tonight.

You can't put them all in the wrong place, but put them selectively.

Shan Xing responded, and outside the door, someone said: "My lord, the imperial doctor has arrived."

"Please come in."

The imperial physician was a middle-aged man who was a bit older, with a fluttering beard, and his appearance was thin and thin, with a sense of immortality. He came in with a medicine box, and first asked: "My lord has recently followed the doctor's advice, has he used his eyes too much, and is it a waste of time?"

The words of the great doctor of heaven and earth are the biggest. Shan Xing quickly said: "No, the prince has followed the imperial physician's order and wandered around recently, and is no longer busy with political affairs."

Satisfied, Imperial Physician Zhou took out the needle and said, "My lord, please sit down for a moment."

He started giving Lin Bozhou acupuncture.

The thin needle was inserted into Lin Bozhou's acupuncture point, and it was rotated deeply, and Meng Huan felt a phantom pain in his scalp.

Lin Bozhou's eye disease was caused by childhood.

It has to be said that his later **** for power, misuse of power and misuse of the country is also related to his childhood experience. His father, Lin Luan, was the crown prince who was deposed back then. Later, he became the king of a remote place in the northern border with the Kingdom of the King.

Lin Bozhou was born and grew up in that area with lush water and grass. The local people are good at riding and shooting, and like to eat meat and milk. They have the habit of being fierce and wild nomads.

Whenever there is heavy snow, they gallop on the ice field to hunt down their prey.

On that day, the eight-year-old Lin Bozhou was also taken away by his father, but his mother and concubine insisted on stopping him, thinking that the son was too young, delicate and frail to participate in such a dangerous activity.

The former king said: "A man should have the blood of Hu'er. He can kill the enemy and defend the country on the outside, and can protect the country and the country on the inside. What's the use of raising a baby? Take him to see and see."

Eight-year-old Lin Bozhou was carried by his father on a tall horse, passing by a frozen lake, the smooth ice made the horse's hooves slip. After Lin Bozhou fell from the horse, the crushed ice **** pierced his left eye, blood dripping.

Fortunately, it did not go blind, but it will recur after a period of time, resulting in blurred vision, inability to see strong light, and even temporary blindness in severe cases.

Suffering from eye disease at the age of eight, now twenty-six years old, nearly twenty years old, it is impossible for her to stay mentally stable.

The treatment is over.

Doctor Zhou took out the silver needle and said, "Your Majesty, don't bother thinking about it these few days, just keep resting."

Lin Bozhou said: "Thank you, the imperial physician."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Huan interjected subconsciously: "Didn't the lord just say that he needs to deal with official documents?"

Lin Bozhou: "..."

Shan Xing: "..."

Physician Zhou: "..."

Physician Zhou threw away the needle immediately, with a serious expression: "My lord."

He is also a genius doctor with a temper.

Every time he met such a person who didn't obey the doctor's orders, he wanted to stab him to death with a single shot.

If it weren't for the high medical expenses paid by the king regent, he would not even come to the medical office if he died.

Lin Bozhou glanced at Meng Huan indifferently.

Meng Huan felt a little guilty: "I simply think that what the imperial doctor said—"

Take another look at him.

Meng Huan's voice became lower and lower: "—it makes sense."

"..."

Shan Xing hurriedly said: "Hahaha the imperial physician is relieved, since the imperial physician does not allow the prince to use his eyes, then our servants will help persuade the prince so that the prince will not be overworked hahahaha."

Imperial Physician Zhou had an upset expression, and wanted to say something else.

"Please! Physician Zhou, please!" Shan Xing directly raised his hand to see off the guest.

Grandma's.

Holding the medicine box, Doctor Zhou left angrily.

Shanxing Pidiandian followed behind to see off the guests, and only Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan were left sitting in a row in the room.

Lin Bozhou looked at Meng Huan again.

Meng Huan felt the need to explain: "I am also worried about the prince's health..."

In fact, it was just a moment ago that I was outspoken and almost slipped my mouth. He concealed his guilt with extremely sincere eyes.

Lin Bozhou seemed to be silent, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Meng Huan obediently lowered his head, as if he would be beaten or scolded.

After a while, the forehead was tapped, it should be with the phalanx, and the force was very light.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Bozhou in a daze.

Lin Bozhou finally spoke: "Stupid."

Meng Huan: "..."

Outside the door, Shan Xing came back full of gloom.

Just now, he was given a strange yin and yang by the imperial physician this week: "If the prince doesn't want to cure his eye disease, then don't come to see the old man, okay, he didn't listen to me when I told him not to work hard, and the eye disease recurred again and again. Others thought it was because the old man was not good at medicine. It can’t be cured. Let me tell you, you high-ranking uncles, do you feel that your fate is hard and you won’t listen to persuasion, blah blah blah blah blah..."

Shan Xing smiled at the side: "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's Doctor Zhou."

But as for Lin Bozhou, he didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

Lin Bozhou got up: "Don't eat."

Meng Huan also stood up and heard him say: "Pingzhi, you go and send the transcript to the study."

Pingzhi is the word for mountain travel.

Meng Huan's expression was complicated. After a long time, you still have to go to work?

All right, you go to your class and I sleep in my sleep. Meng Huan was ready to pounce on his big bed.

A voice came from behind the ear: "You."

who? It can't be called me. Meng Huan pretended not to hear.

"Aifei."

Meng Huan: "..."

"Come here too, and serve the king in bed."