Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Finally arrived at the bottom of the tower.

Seeing the uneven city walls, Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked back at Lin Bozhou, too tired to share his joy.

After a while, he managed to form a language: "Brother, we are here."

Not wanting to be seen through their identities along the way, the two began to call each other brothers. After saying this, Meng Huan felt that every chilblain on his feet was screaming, making him want to sit down on the ground, so he could just lie flat.

Lin Bozhou was slightly better than him.

He grew up in a severe cold environment, and he didn't feel the cold, but his eyes couldn't stand it. Now his brows and eyes are haggard, and his ears and neck are covered with snow flakes, but his shoulders are straight, and his elegant and upright temperament has not changed much.

The city was indeed busier than a deserted village. Many refugees gathered in the city and sat on mats. Although it was snowing, there were even shops open on the street, which was very lively.

Meng Huan saw a noodle shop.

Hot, fragrant noodles.

After sniffing it lightly, Meng Huan couldn't help it: "Wooooo."

It must be delicious QAQ.

This is a peaceful city, inside the pass, there are troops stationed outside the city, and the order in the city is not bad. Meng Huan led Lin Bozhou to the front of the noodle shop, not daring to ask the price, and stared at it for a while.

"..." The proprietress held up the ladle, "What are you looking at?"

Meng Huan had no choice but to ask, "How much is a bowl of noodles?"

The proprietress: "One hundred Wen."

One hundred wen is about 50 yuan a bowl, and it usually sells for five or six yuan.

"..."

Although it is Hepingchengguan, the price increase is very serious.

Meng Huan didn't have much money on him, so he didn't dare to use it, and he had to save it to buy medicine for Lin Bozhou, but he and Lin Bozhou ate and drank cold water and cold fish these days, and they also wanted to eat a bowl of hot food.

Meng Huan turned to Lin Bozhou and asked, "Shall we eat?"

Lin Bozhou's lips moved.

He has never experienced the darkest moment in his life when he hesitated to buy a bowl of noodles and said, "Eat it, I want to eat it too."

If he didn't say he wanted to take it, Meng Huan would definitely not buy it, so he had to save money to buy medicine for him.

Only then did Meng Huan make up his mind, and turned to the proprietress: "Then give me a bowl, my brother and I will eat."

The white and tender face was stained black with dust, but it still remained handsome and beautiful. The tall and slender man beside him was even more upright and eye-catching. The bridge of his nose and lower jaw were extremely handsome and shaved off, making him look extremely good-looking.

Needless to say, this is probably the young master who was in trouble.

The proprietress sighed: "Ah, these days... let's do it."

"Okay!" Meng Huan's mood improved.

He led Lin Bozhou to sit near the boiler, feeling warm, shaking his legs excitedly: "We're in the city!"

It's like country folks going to town.

Lin Bozhou responded to his words gently: "Here we are."

"I'm really an idiot? I should have come to the city earlier." Meng Huan couldn't figure it out. "There are more ways to live in the city than in the village."

Lin Bozhou agreed, but said: "The officers and soldiers searched, and it is not easy to escape in the city."

Meng Huan was frightened immediately, and turned his ears back: "Then we have to be careful."

Scared him.

Lin Bozhou was under the table, gently stroking the back of his hand.

After a while, the proprietress came over with a bowl of hot noodles. Meng Huan looked around and found that his bowl had a bit more portion.

He hurriedly said, "Thank you." The proprietress shook her head and left.

Meng Huan pushed the bowl to the middle of the table: "One bite for me, one bite for you."

Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks, served noodles in hot clear soup, sprinkled with some sauerkraut, with scallions floating on the surface, the smell would make her faint. I slurped the noodles with tears in my eyes, and felt the heat in my stomach, and said, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, It's delicious!"

Hold another chopsticks for Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou half bowed his head, he half bent down, and the noodles were delivered to his mouth.

Compared to Meng Huan, he is more rational and thinks it's just bland noodles.

But Meng Huan's voice seemed very happy.

Lin Bozhou also said: "Very good."

Meng Huan scooped up another spoonful of soup for him: "How about some soup!"

He drank it too.

Meng Huan confirmed the location of this restaurant: "You wait, I will find a way to make money, and try to take you to eat noodles every day during this time in the city."

The tone was solemn, like a man's promise.

"..."

Lin Bo Zhou put his hand on the table, seemed to want to say something, but didn't say anything, nodded: "Okay, wait for Huanhuan to make a lot of money."

It was freezing cold, and the two of them put their heads next to each other, and took the time to eat while the noodles were not cold.

The proprietress was sitting by the side, and saw that Young Master Jun was in a good mood, and chatted: "Where are you two from?"

Meng Huan said: "There was a war outside the customs, and they came here after fleeing."

"Is there a place to live?"

Meng Huan shook his head: "No."

Generally speaking, restaurants and inns have some connections, and the proprietress also attracts business for fixed inns: "The inn on the corner of the street ahead has a short-term rental house. It is a small cubicle for a one-night stay. Others No, there is a hot kang, if you go early, there will be hot water, so you won’t die from the cold at night.”

Meng Huan: "One hundred Wen?"

The proprietress ate melon seeds: "That's right, it's too late."

Meng Huan could only nod: "Thank you."

"By the way, are you staying long or short?"

Meng Huan smiled and shook her head.

He didn't dare to speak too much, Lin Bozhou told him on the road that the more he talked, the more information he revealed, and the easier it was to be caught.

They got up and left the noodle shop.

I went to the inn that the proprietress said.

Stopped outside, Lin Bozhou paused: "Let's change to another one."

The proprietress already had an impression of them.

Afraid that the officers and soldiers would come to ask, the proprietress pointed to the inn, and they didn't even have a buffer time, so they were caught directly.

It was dark, and I walked to another inn, opened the heavy curtains, and the boss was making plans.

Meng Huan said, "Excuse me, is there any room left?"

The boss looked at their tattered clothes: "There is no good house, only the partition room at the bottom, eighty yuan a night, do you want it?"

Eighty Wen, cheaper.

Meng Huan nodded: "Okay."

The boss got up, picked up an oil lamp, and led them downstairs.

Meng Huan was actually very nervous.

What Lin Bozhou said was right. Although the city is much more convenient, there are also many staring eyes. As long as officers and soldiers ask around if anyone has seen a young blind man, Lin Bozhou can be easily identified.

However, the boss, with a cigarette in his mouth, seemed not to care much about the customers, only caring about the money.

Go to the bottom of the dark stairs.

"Here we are," said the boss.

Meng Huan heard noisy voices, as if many people were talking.

When the door was opened, a wave of heat rushed over, and the voices were earth-shattering.

Meng Huan stood where he was, stunned.

"Here, so many people?"

The inside is full of temporary refugees, and they are all with their families. There are at least eight cubicles in one room, and there are figures shaking in each cubicle.

There are too many people, it feels like raising pigs.

Meng Huan: "How do you live here?"

Boss: "Eighty Wen. And hot water. Think about it yourself."

"..."

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "Okay."

The boss didn't say anything anymore, turned his head to leave, and stopped when he saw Lin Bozhou.

The cigarette holder lit up with red stars, illuminating his eyes.

The boss asked curiously, "What happened to this brother's eyes?"

Just as he was about to enter the house, Meng Huan's back felt cold.

With a stiff spine, he slowly turned to the boss and Lin Bozhou.

The light in the corridor is extremely dim. The boss is a man in his 40s or 50s. He looks at Lin Bozhou from the sidelines. He seems to have a good personality and can chat: "I don't think it's convenient for you to walk?"

Meng Huan's tension had just eased and became tense again.

The other party did not become vigilant against the blind man, indicating that the search news from the officers and soldiers did not arrive.

But the other party noticed the abnormality. If he admitted his blindness, Lin Bozhou would be taken away immediately when the officers and soldiers asked him.

Feeling so nervous that his back felt cold, Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou turn his head, his eyes turned, and his tone was more curious than the boss: "What about the eyes?"

He walked down a few steep stairs smoothly, and walked up again without any bumps: "What are you talking about?"

The boss suddenly doubted himself: "Oh, I just-"

Meng Huan interjected in an incomprehensible tone: "My brother's knee is injured, so he has to walk next to me! What are you talking about?"

"I thought... forget about the misunderstanding," the boss smiled, waved his hand and pointed to the other side of the passage: "Go and see if there is no hot water, it's not much."

Meng Huan muttered in confusion, "What do you mean?"

After the people left, his hands holding Lin Bozhou were cold.

Lin Bozhou pretended to cough, lowered his head, and was supported by Meng Huan into the cubicle, trying not to be seen by others.

"...It was very dangerous just now."

The compartments are separated by sackcloth, and the sound insulation effect is very poor. Meng Huan only dared to speak in a breathy voice.

In the cramped space, they sat on the bed, their fingers clasped together, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeat.

Not knowing whether it was too hot in the room or too nervous, Meng Huan's face turned red, his fingers trembled slightly, and a layer of moisture appeared in his eyes.

Meng Huan's tears were incontinent, and his eyes would turn red when he was too nervous.

Lin Bozhou comforted him calmly: "It's okay, I'll get acquainted with the inn, and I can remember the way by walking around a few times. Next time, I will walk in front of the boss, which can dispel his doubts."

Meng Huan held his hand tightly.

The coolness in the palm of the hand slowly faded and turned into hotness. Now, it seems that only Lin Bozhou can be trusted.

After sitting for a while, Meng Huan relieved from his nervousness and looked around.

—It should have been converted from a warehouse or firewood room. It is 1.5 meters wide and more than 2 meters long. There is a heated kang under the bed, but the partition is hung with linen. If you have no public morality, you can see what the other party is doing when you lift the cloth.

Meng Huan drew the curtain tightly so that no one could see into the compartment.

He remembered the hot water the boss said, and found a wooden basin, wooden barrel, and a handkerchief from the side of the kang, making sure that these were all they could use.

"I'm going to get some hot water."

Lin Bozhou: "I'm also here. It's dark now, and there are few people coming out. It happens to be familiar with the environment here."

Meng Huan nodded and hummed.

After filling the hot water, return to the compartment.

The hot air was dense, and the two of them had walked for too long in the severe cold and hadn't touched hot water for too long. The chilblains on the back of their hands started to itch just because of the heat, and they showed their greed and desire for heat.

Meng Huan made serious plans: "This half bucket is for washing your face and body, and the rest is for soaking your feet, okay?"

Lin Bozhou obediently said: "Okay."

"Then I'll wipe you first."

Meng Huan gave an order: "Take off your clothes."

The air was quiet for a while.

Outside the curtain, various voices rang in the ears, as if everyone was in a room without any shelter.

"The baby is crying! Coax him first!"

"Eat the meal later, you are reincarnated like a starving ghost!"

"Okay, okay, let's go south tomorrow, and we will talk about tomorrow's affairs."

"..."

Inside the curtain, the quilt on the bed can only be considered half-clean, and the linen curtain is oily, and it has been touched by countless hands.

In the past, neither Lin Bozhou nor Meng Huan would take off their clothes in such a place without any privacy and security.

But now, the two of them were silent for a while, Lin Bozhou put his finger on the side of the skirt, untied it slowly, and took it off layer by layer, exposing the tight shoulders, neck and collarbone, and then revealing half of the tight chest, Fair complexion.

He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with a slender, muscular aesthetic reminiscent of a mermaid, not brutish, but sexually attractive.

Meng Huan glanced at his **** collarbone, and his ears felt hot.

He coughed: "...husband, take it off, I've pulled the curtain tight."

After finishing speaking, I inexplicably felt a little wretched.

"..."

Lin Bozhou undressed in silence, Meng Huan also untied his cotton jacket, and took off his sticky skin.

In the winter of being heavily wrapped, my body suddenly became lighter, and I still felt a little uncomfortable.

Blown by the wind, the white shoulders were slightly cool.

You Qi felt extremely ashamed as he was naked and only separated from others by a curtain.

The space inside the curtain was narrow, Meng Huan approached and whispered, "Husband, I'm taking off too."

His throat quivered like the flutter of a feather.

Meng Huan quickly twisted the handkerchief, wiped his face, and then wiped Lin Bozhou's face: "Let's wash it quickly."

The voice is soft and thin.

Visibly shy.

I am very afraid that some wicked person will accidentally open his curtain, and the two of them will die together.

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled, and the tip of his nose smelled the breath of shoulders and neck soaked in hot water. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel Meng Huan's thin figure moving close to him.

Confused with the shadows in his memory, his heart, which had been frozen by the cold wind for several days, was rarely revived, and there was a tickling feeling in his heart.

He pursed his lips and unconsciously clenched the quilt with his fingers.

After washing the upper body, wash the lower body.

Meng Huan washed carefully, and after a while, he felt refreshed all over.

"Husband, legs."

After Meng Huan reminded her, she squatted down in front of him.

It was dark inside the curtains, save for the reflection of the light on the skin.

Meng Huan lowered his head, and could clearly see the twists in the middle of his hair.

Lin Bozhou lightly put his shoulders on his shoulders.

Meng Huan squatted for a little longer, and when he looked up, the back of his ears turned red.

He could clearly see some of his husband's thoughts.

But Meng Huan coughed and said softly, "...this place is not good."

After finishing speaking, he pretended not to see him, covered him with a quilt, and put his feet into the hot water bucket that was still warm.

Both of them put their feet in and soaked their feet silently for a while.

The hot water sank into the bone marrow along the skin, logically speaking, all the emotions that should never have been generated in this sackcloth compartment that lost safety were all generated at this time.

As the saying goes, warm and full and think about lust.

Meng Huan gently held his hand.

Their lips were wet and close together, and after they joined, they began to kiss obsessively.

But Meng Huan couldn't help but look out, for fear that someone would lift the curtain at this moment.

But they hadn't touched each other for a long time, Lin Bozhou gently pinched his earlobe, and when they kissed, his breathing became disordered faster than Meng Huan. The tip of her tongue was entangled, cruising and groping in her mouth, Meng Huan was afraid that she would lose consciousness, and when he grabbed the inside of his lips and kissed him in a daze, she still clenched his shoulders tightly.

"Forget it."

It's not good to be seen QAQ.

Lin Bozhou's trembling eyelashes drooped, his breathing was chaotic.

He didn't continue to kiss Meng Huan, but sat quietly like water, feeling the noise around him, the sound of children crying, husband and wife arguing, snoring...

moment.

In this eerie silence and noise, there seemed to be a strange movement coming from the next door.

High and low, and suppressed.

"..."

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou has good hearing, and he heard clearly, his lips moved slightly.

They still have rational restraint and etiquette restraint.

After listening for two minutes.

Fingers clasped together again, as if being lured by a demon.

——The extinguished emotions seemed to be rekindled, and the prairie fire was burning faster than before.