Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan poured two bowls of wine and handed a bowl to Lin Bozhou.

"Husband, let's drink!"

Excited. Lin Bozhou could feel that Meng Huan was extremely happy now.

Lin Bozhou unconsciously raised the corner of his lower lip, and picked up the wine: "Okay, drink."

"Hot pot with wine, it's a fairy day." Meng Huan's voice was warm, "I like eating with the people I like the most when it's snowing. I've always wanted to be with you before, but you're too busy, so it's not too late to eat now."

Lin Bozhou responded, "Okay."

His slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the bowl, and his brows and eyes illuminated by the faint light were reflected in the sake.

Since a long time ago, Lin Bozhou has been thinking hard, racking his brains and brains, thinking about many things, and he finds many things boring, and he doesn't feel the romance that Meng Huan likes. For example, on birthdays, when the day comes, one hastily eats a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and then the days pass, and one turns one's head and rubs the center of one's brows and immerses oneself in official duties.

Meng Huan is young, no matter what he is innocent and enthusiastic about everything, it seems to heat up his cold and stiff heart.

"Then let's guess punches, and those who lose will drink."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he laughed lightly.

Guessing that Meng Huan had an idea, Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "Okay."

Meng Huan was in high spirits. He didn't go to many entertainment venues. He didn't know how to punch. He only knew how to play rock-paper-scissors.

Lin Bozhou seemed to be taken aback, "Huh?"

Guess the shell. He knew what three-year-olds play with.

Lin Bozhou may have played it when he was a child, but the memory of that period is too vague. He only remembers that he and Shan Xing guessed it, but was taken away by his father and punished to stand by the wall, and asked sternly if he had memorized "Thousand Characters".

Like all children, after being reprimanded by his father, Lin Bozhou felt boring and never wanted to play with such things again.

However, he was a child then.

Now, he has to babysit his little ones.

Lin Bozhou nodded: "Huanhuan can play as much as he wants."

Meng Huan: "You can't see it, so for the sake of fairness, I'll close my eyes too. Scissors—baggage—hammer—"

It was pitch black before Lin Bozhou's eyes, and he heard Meng Huan's high-pitched voice: "Hey, husband, you made the hammer, and I just made the burden~"

Lin Bozhou: "Really?"

Meng Huan: "Yeah, yeah!"

But he couldn't help laughing in his voice, with a hint of breath.

His tone was extremely contrived, and one could imagine the look of his eyes rolling.

Meng Huan is the best at lying, it's not natural to lie.

"..."

Needless to say what the real result is, Lin Bozhou knew it in his heart, and couldn't help licking the tip of his teeth, with a smile that was not a smile.

Okay, his eyes are blind. It was originally a hidden disease that no one dared to hurt.

— Now, his wife, just for fun, specially bullies him because he can't see.

In the past, there might be a thorn in his chest, which would cause side pain, which would make him angry and sting everything around him. But at this moment, Meng Huan wrapped his soft hands around the back of his hand, giggling non-stop, Lin Bozhou suddenly felt bright in front of his eyes, as if being slapped in the face by a Bodhisattva, and the Sanskrit sounds were endless.

It turns out that there is nothing wrong in the world, and nothing is disturbing.

He smiled softly: "I lost for my husband."

After speaking, he drank the strong wine in the bowl.

Meng Huan suppressed a smile: "Husband is so amazing, come again!"

Next, it was Lin Bozhou who lost again.

He drinks again.

"Come again! Hahahahaha! Husband, you drink really well!"

The room was small, and Meng Huan's voice was not loud. The thick brick wall kept the bustle and laughter inside, and kept the cold wind outside, as if the room was a warm nest.

Liaodong’s shaodao wine, in order to keep out the cold, has an extremely spicy taste, which is comparable to that of Guzhou in the northwest. The butler Sun also brought a jar full of wine. In case the business is delayed. However, he was under his spell, and drank bowl after bowl, his facial features remained unchanged, but the white ears and neck under the skirt felt dry and hot.

The last time, without hindrance, drinking so happily, was at the age of seventeen or eighteen, Meng Huan's age.

From leading the king's affairs to the capital, Lin Bozhou's thoughts were heavy, day and night, as if he had lived ten years older.

Those teenagers were so angry that they rode horses and paraded through the streets, as if they had left him since then.

But he worked hard for many years, but ended up being chased and killed, blind and sick, and exiled with his wife in another city, like a useless person. So the result.

Lin Bozhou held the wine bowl, closed his eyes, and pursed his lips tightly.

He was sitting in a dignified posture, but his expression didn't move at all. There was only half of the wine left in the jar. Seeing that he drank too much, Meng Huan guessed that Lin Bozhou might be a little drunk.

"Husband, did I help you to bed?" Meng Huan asked.

Everything in the pot was eaten to the end, leaving some leftovers cold, the charcoal fire in the stove was also extinguished, and the atmosphere became cold.

"good."

Supported by Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou sat on the kang, his shoulders fell like a jade mountain, and a sense of powerlessness that was hard to control came over him, and he leaned heavily towards Meng Huan's body.

Meng Huan was so crushed by him that he almost couldn't breathe.

He whispered: "Husband, you are so heavy." Saying so, Meng Huan carefully put him down on the bed.

Lin Bozhou was close to his ear, breathing warmly.

His mind was light, his eyes were slack, and his thoughts went back to a long time ago.

He remembered that winter in Guzhou, when he and his concubine were sitting in the hall with a charcoal fire next to them, the two of them sat silently facing each other. Beside them is a pot of boiling white soup, and in the stove is the mutton soup stewed by the concubine herself.

They waited together, waiting for their father to come back after drinking, and the family had a meal, talked, spent the winter night and waited for spring.

But what they waited for was the news that their father was stabbed to death by the commander of the capital.

On that day, there was sudden turmoil. Lin Bozhou inherited his father's throne under the auspices of the former Chang Shi, took over the affairs of the government, and decisively killed the commander and commander-in-chief of the 100,000 guards. The news shocked the court.

It was also at that time that Elder Cui Ge noticed a young but outstanding royal prince far away in Guzhou.

Since then, under the citation of Elder Cui Ge, Lin Bozhou set foot in Lingxiao, turned against the puppet as a powerful minister, dealt with eunuchs, checked and balanced party disputes, and was in charge of Langmiao for six years.

Then, he went to Liaodong to quell the chaos of foreign races, with fresh clothes and angry horses.

...But he sat in the hall with his mother, quietly listening to the snow on the eaves, waiting for his father to come home in the lonely afternoon, and he just forgot about it.

— But this, isn't Meng Huan waiting for him to come back, day and night, year after year?

Lin Bozhou...

You are so confused.

If the wife can't be preserved, how can she be worthy of caring for Li Shu and the common people.

There were bursts of dizziness in front of his eyes, and Lin Bozhou's heart was filled with monstrous ripples. He couldn't help coughing frequently, and his lips became pale as paper.

Meng Huan twisted a hot handkerchief and came over to wipe Lin Bozhou's face. Seeing Lin Bozhou's slender fingers resting on his forehead, cold sweat rolled down Jun's chin, his lips turned waxy white, and his whole figure seemed to have been drained of strength. Suddenly became extremely tired and weak.

"Husband, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Bozhou took a deep breath and didn't answer.

Meng Huan patted his forehead: "It's over, I shouldn't let you drink!"

Lin Bozhou's body is already disordered, he should be treated with a light diet, drink some warm water every day, accompanied by medicinal soup, and live a peaceful life to heal. How could he suddenly drink such a strong wine with so much dosage!

Lin Bozhou coughed again, his brows furrowed, and when he breathed lightly, he turned around and turned under the bed, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Meng Huan's eyes turned red immediately, and he said at a loss, "Husband, husband! I'll call the doctor, and I'll go now—"

When he turned around, his wrist was held by Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou grabbed him, his knuckle fingers were not strong, with blue veins floating, but they held Meng Huan's wrist tightly.

He said, "Don't blame the jar of wine."

He took the handkerchief from Meng Huan's palm and put it to his lips to wipe off the blood. His movements seemed to be skillful, calm and composed, and he lost his weakness just now, and his movements were elegant and neat.

After wiping off the blood, he smiled and whispered softly, "Scared?"

Meng Huan stared at him blankly.

In the dim light and shadow, Lin Bozhou sat on his back. The eyes were clearly invisible, but the candlelight was reflected in the pupils, and the flames were dimmed. When he turned to Meng Huan, he was full of energy, but it gave him a sense of interest that he was staring at him intently.

"..."

Meng Huan pursed his lower lip.

This Lin Bozhou, brimming with inexplicable anxiety and excitement, is the same as when Meng Huangang saw him for the first time through the book, walking on the edge of weird light and darkness, elegant and skillful, making him feel like a charitable mask evil spirits.

Meng Huan was stunned: "Husband, you, are you alright?"

"My husband is young and strong, with good health, so it doesn't matter if you vomit a few more mouthfuls of blood." Lin Bozhou reached out and touched Meng Huan's face, "I have recurred eye diseases before, and there was never a time when I didn't vomit blood. When the blood was vomited out, my body quickly alright."

His palms were wet with cold tears.

Meng Huan was terrified, tears fell all over his face.

Lin Bozhou lowered his voice, as if amused: "Scared?"

Meng Huan spoke incoherently, his voice choked up: "But, but you, you really vomited blood just now, it looks serious, as if you are going to die."

"Be careful for your husband in the future."

"It's not your fault," Meng Huan shook his head, "It's all my fault, I made you drink on purpose."

He couldn't help it, tears streaming down his face.

"If something happens to you, I don't want to live anymore."

Immersed in grief, Meng Huan pulled on the veil, closed his eyes, and his voice was trembling.

The room was quiet, with a few gusts of cold wind blowing through the cracks, mixed with the sound of Meng Huan sobbing and sobbing, it was extremely sad, even more sad than the person involved, Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou seemed helpless, and slightly pursed his lips.

There are ripples of darkness, coming up from a very deep place, first over his heart, then over his throat, until it pours into his eyes, making him fall into a dark, damp cold, almost without anything out of sight.

Before the darkness completely obliterated him, Lin Bozhou clasped Meng Huan's wrist, and gently pulled the boy into his arms.

Lin Bozhou hugged him very tightly. He had been sick and weak for so many days. At this moment, he felt soaked in darkness for the first time, his hands were full of strength, and his teeth were itchy unbearably, as if he wanted to tear something apart.

He hugged Meng Huan as if holding the only light source.

In his ear, whispered: "No one can hurt you."

After a pause, he said again, "My husband will live well."