Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

It was freezing cold, and the cloth shoes creaked and creaked when they stepped on the snow.

A small figure walked in the snow, breathing hot air from his mouth, his cheeks were flushed, and he arrived at the bottom of the corridor with his head covered in heavy snow, and his hood was full of snow flakes.

It's Meng Huan.

He pulled the snow on his body, and the housekeeper was directing people to move the flower pots.

"Put it this way."

"Over there, over there, facing the steps..."

"Well, that's neat."

He turned to see Meng Huan and smiled, "Mr. Xiao is here."

"Sun Butler has worked hard." Meng Huan looked at him and said, "I'm here by Madam's order, and I'm here today to paint for Lord Chief Soldier."

Unknowingly, Meng Huan has been in the General Military Mansion for several days. He just finished painting his wife's portrait two days ago. The Madam was satisfied and said that he should ask the general soldier to draw a portrait as well, so that he can prepare it in the near future.

When he went out, the snow was heavy, Lin Bozhou patted his clothes, and gave him a few instructions, which made Meng Huan pat the snow on his clothes, unconsciously thinking of Lin Bozhou again.

...I always feel that since Lin Bozhou got drunk that night, his whole person seems to be a little different. He is also tender and tender, but he seems to be less gloomy.

While scratching his head and remembering, he heard Butler Sun's distressed voice: "Today, the painting will not be finished. I was just looking for someone to tell Mr. Xiao, but I didn't expect you to come here first."

Meng Huan was puzzled: "Ah? Why?"

"Master has something important to do suddenly. I'm afraid he's leading the troops out of the city." Steward Sun couldn't say too much, so he pressed his ear and moved closer to his ear, "Mr. Xiao didn't know he was staying in the mansion. Party, it is said that the Regent is in rebellion!"

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

For a while, Meng Huan didn't hear the word Regent, and Meng Huan almost didn't realize that it was Lin Bozhou. After he was stunned for two or three seconds, he realized that there was a buzzing sound in his mind, like thunder, and went blank.

Meng Huan raised his face, the snow fell on his eyelashes, his cheeks were red and his eyes were black. He took a deep breath to confirm: "Who rebelled?"

"Prince Regent," Steward Sun didn't dare to discuss, just chatting, "I also heard from people outside that people who fled from Jizhou came to say that the soldiers of the Regent Prince and the soldiers of the imperial court were fighting. I don't know if it's true or not. What do you say , Liaodong is already at war, and outsiders are fighting us, why are our own people fighting again?"

His tone was so sad.

Hearing what he said, Meng Huan was not sure if the Commander's Mansion was in danger, Meng Huan licked his lips nervously: "Master Commander went to beat the Regent?"

Butler Sun: "I'm a servant and I don't know about it."

Meng Huan was in a complicated mood, feeling extremely delicate.

It's like a person who is so poor that he drank porridge and ate pickles for half a month, and suddenly someone jumped out and said that this person is a super rich man.

He and Lin Bozhou fled all the way to the city. Lin Bozhou was blind and described as a mess. He even sold paintings for a living in order to make a living. Just like this, Lin Bozhou was rumored to be rebellious?

It was too outrageous, Meng Huan had to tell Lin Bozhou about it, and said, "Since the commander-in-chief is not here, I'll go back first."

Steward Sun had a sad face, but he didn't stop him: "Okay, Mr. Xiao, rest more."

Meng Huan ran back to the yard.

Lin Bozhou's eyes were still not good, and he was sitting at the table in a white robe, guarding a pot of warm soup. Usually, when Meng Huan came back, Lin Bozhou would most likely be sitting thoughtfully, meditating, but now he was either decocting medicine or warming soup, with a leisurely and boring attitude.

Meng Huan ran in a hurry, kicked the threshold, and threw himself into his arms with a loud sound: "Husband!"

His breath was hot and his throat rolled. Lin Bozhou caught him, noticing the high fever in Meng Huan's sleeves, and stroked his ear hair gently with his long fingers.

After calming down, he asked softly, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Meng Huan said truthfully, "They said..."

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Say you rebelled."

The problem is really big.

Unexpectedly, the overthrow of the imperial court was so turbulent. Not long ago, Lin Bozhou was the "luck of the community" and "blessing of the common people" in the mouth of Emperor Xuanhe. It has not been long before Lin Bozhou has become a rebel that everyone despises.

Lin Bozhou didn't speak for a while.

He looked calm, his brows and eyes were half covered in shadows, his nose bridge was high and half of his jaw was exposed.

Meng Huan carefully looked at his face, gasping for breath, his heart was so suffocated that he couldn't speak.

Lin Bozhou's career was not going well during this period, and his health was not healthy. He was simply unlucky with a capital. With all the pressure, coupled with this rebellion charge that is difficult to clear by jumping into the Yellow River, I am afraid it will be even worse.

"Don't be angry," Meng Huan suggested, thinking of Lin Bozhou vomiting blood, "Just explain it clearly to Emperor Xuanhe."

Lin Bozhou fiddled with his hair, didn't explain, but smiled instead.

"It's nothing to be angry about."

"Sit down and rest when you come back," he said.

Meng Huan sat down and looked at him nervously.

"Who says I'm rebellious? The people say I'm rebellious, or the army say I'm rebellious? Evidence is needed for everything," Lin Bozhou said indifferently, "The guards of the palace may have clashed with the regiment camp, but Zhang Hu is a smart man and will not make mistakes. It's a matter of proportion."

Meng Huan was stunned: "Then..."

Why did the reputation of rebellion spread?

Lin Bozhou said: "I'm afraid there are still people who want to kill me and deliberately spread rumors in order to justify the name."

Lin Bozhou has made it clear enough that the viciousness of those who want to harm him is obvious. The more dirty Lin Bozhou's reputation is, the more he will be in line with the people's will and reputation will be gained by killing him.

However, this kind of rumor is very easy to break without evidence. After all, it is just an excuse for political opponents to attack.

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

He just wanted to say, "That's all right."

In his ear, Lin Bozhou gently stroked his temple hair, and said calmly, "Let them make a fuss, the bigger the mess, the better, I'm afraid they won't make a big mess."

"What?"

Meng Huan turned his head to look at Lin Bozhou in surprise.

The sun shone on Lin Bozhou's face, his head was half down, his brows and eyes were cast with faint shadows, his expression was unusually calm, with a clear line from the bridge of his nose to his chin, like a Bodhisattva bowing his head devoutly to Buddha, elegant and upright.

But in these words, there is a hint of temptation from hell.

Meng Huan parted his lower lip, still puzzled.

Lin Bozhou patted his head lightly: "Good boy, Huanhuan doesn't listen to these conspiracies."

"..."

Meng Huan stopped talking to him and turned to look angrily at the soup simmering on the stove.

After he finished painting for his wife, he got a reward, so Meng Huan rented a small stove from the kitchen room, one stove to cook some tonic soup occasionally, and the other stove to stew Lin Bozhou's medicine.

Now, both stoves are lit with charcoal fire, and the bitter smell of the herbs and the stew of the old hen mix together, making the room very hot.

"Husband, have you put the mushrooms in?" Meng Huan lifted the lid and looked at it when he asked.

Lin Bozhou stood behind him: "Let it go."

Lin Bozhou couldn't see. Meng Huan would put the ingredients on the table when he went out and let him touch them with his hands. Lin Bozhou was able to take care of some housework and learned how to make soup for Meng Huan.

Meng Huan stirred it with a spoon, and saw a few red dates floating inside.

"You still put dates?"

"Put two or three."

Meng Huan turned his head, dazed for a moment: "I took it back last night, but I haven't told you yet, I want to tell you today—"

At that time, Meng Huan put it in the jar casually. There were a lot of sundries in that place, and Lin Bozhou probably couldn't find it. When he went out this morning, Meng Huan thought he blamed himself for his bad memory. He didn't expect to put it in the chicken soup.

Meng Huan didn't pay much attention either: "Did I tell you last night?"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Well, I said it. Huanhuan forgot again?"

Meng Huan didn't have a good memory, so when he asked him, he felt a little embarrassed, so he changed the subject with a snort.

Since he didn't have to draw pictures for the general soldier, it was Meng Huan's free time at home. He lifted the lid of the medicine jar next to him, looked at it, and said, "The medicine is ready, drink it half an hour in advance."

Meng Huan took down the medicine jar, stopped adding firewood, and put a pot of hot water on it. Pour out another half bowl of medicinal soup, put it on the table and wait for it to cool slightly, Meng Huan handed it to Lin Bozhou: "Drink the medicine."

Lin Bozhou sat upright, took the medicine bowl, drank the medicine, and rolled his throat slightly.

Meng Huan braced his face and couldn't help thinking: "Why are my eyes still not healed?"

It shouldn't be.

Lin Bozhou has been taking medicine on time to recuperate his body, waiting for his eye disease to recover.

That night he vomited blood, saying that he would recover if he vomited blood, but after Meng Huan waited for a few days, Lin Bozhou showed no sign of seeing the light again.

It's been almost half a month, and my eyes are still not good.

This made Meng Huan a little nervous.

After drinking the medicine, Lin Bozhou's lips were stained with a little medicine juice.

"Drink hot water, and your mouth won't be bitter." Meng Huan poured him a bowl of warm water.

Lin Bozhou bowed his head and drank the warm water.

It was like taking care of a child, but Lin Bozhou was obedient, and Meng Huan didn't have to work hard to take care of him.

"Husband, I have nothing to do in the afternoon, why don't I go to the street and ask, have the palace guards come?"

Meng Huan always felt that he couldn't be idle, especially since Lin Bozhou was charged with more crimes, maybe the General Military Mansion was not a suitable place to hide.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

"You won't go out with me, you won't be able to see, you will be recognized by other people." Meng Huan comforted him, "It's not that I won't take you out."

During this period of time, Lin Bozhou was no different from the little daughter-in-law raised in the yard. Every time Meng Huan saw him, he could only sit bored, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Lin Bozhou raised the corner of his lower lip: "Well, my husband will be at home this afternoon and wash Huanhuan's pants last night."

"..."

Mentioning this, Meng Huan's ears turned red.

He was pinching the bowl, his ears were so hot.

Say that Lin Bozhou's eyesight is not good, but he doesn't seem to be so blind on the couch that he can't take care of himself. Sleeping with Meng Huan in his arms last night, the weather was cold, the two of them always had to raise their body temperature at night, but it was not easy to get the quilt dirty, after all, winter is not easy to do.

At that time, Lin Bozhou was a little anxious when he saw the coming, so he took the cloth next to him to catch it, but he didn't expect that it was Meng Huan's obscene pants, which were soiled, so he had to wash them today.

Meng Huan felt embarrassed: "I wash it myself..."

"I'll wash it for you for my husband." Lin Bozhou was as gentle as water, "Huanhuan went out to inquire about news, and if she is free for her husband, she is also free."

Just, like a virtuous and sensible little daughter-in-law.

Meng Huan parted his lower lip, still wanting to speak.

But he also washed clothes for Lin Bozhou before.

Besides, Lin Bozhou stained those pants last night.

Meng Huan no longer refused: "That's fine."

"The chicken soup seems to be almost stewed."

Meng Huan looked at the pot, waited half an hour for Lin Bozhou's medicine to take effect, then scooped it into a bowl, and had a simple lunch with Lin Bozhou.

The chicken soup is well stewed, and the mushrooms have a strong taste, especially when Lin Bozhou has added red dates, it tastes light and sweet, and the taste is excellent.

While drinking the soup, Meng Huan thought about the question just now.

—He really told Lin Bozhou where the red dates are?

But this question was only in his mind for a while, it was not important, Meng Huan forgot again, he had drunk enough, took an umbrella and stood under the eaves.

"Then I went out to inquire about the news."