Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Stepped out of the General Military Mansion.

Meng Huan was thinking about the news he wanted to inquire about. He and Lin Bozhou had to meet the guards of the palace. If the guards of the palace couldn't find it, he and Lin Bozhou had to go to the guards of the palace.

Here, the only ones who can bring news of the palace guards are the refugees from Jizhou.

As for where these refugees are... Meng Huan stood on the snow-covered street and looked around.

Different cities have different attitudes towards refugees, some are friendly, some are indifferent, because the enemy troops may disguise themselves as refugees to ambush the city to cause trouble, and the refugees are mixed with bandits and bandits, causing chaos. Therefore, Zhizhou generally sets up special areas to temporarily accommodate homeless refugees, and occasionally distributes food for free, and refugees will also gather in those places.

Meng Huan asked passers-by: "Where do the fleeing people stay?"

The passer-by raised his hand and pointed: "Puji Temple."

Puji Temple?

Meng Huan asked for directions along the way, and sure enough, there were many refugees here. Their clothes were ragged, and they held their children and supported the old people. Some were lying on the ground, some were sitting, miserable.

These people are likely to be from Jizhou, but some are not.

Meng Huan was among the crowd, asking around, "Have you seen the palace guards?"

Refugees often look for people, but few ask where the army is, and many ask lost wives and children. What's more, ordinary people can't remember which army is which, and only those with a little sense can understand.

"have no idea."

"have no idea."

A middle-aged man in his forties shook his head.

"The guard of the palace? The regent said it was a rebellion. Maybe the guards left with him."

"..."

Has Lin Bozhou's reputation for rebellion gone so far?

Meng Huan scratched his head.

He said thank you, walked a few steps, and reached the most accessible place among the crowd.

A man in his thirties was setting up a fortune-telling booth. When he heard the question, he looked up at him for a while: "Oh, two days ago, I saw the handsome flag guarding the palace on Lianshui Road."

Meng Huan cheered up: "Really? Where is Lianshui Road?"

"That must be true. The regent rebelled, and the soldiers he led were driven away and ran here and there. It's not easy to meet." The man said, "Lianshui Road, more than a hundred miles east of the city, I just rushed over there Hey, but some people say that the regent did not rebel, he was murdered by traitors just after winning the battle, and now his whereabouts are unknown, and no one knows what happened."

After all, the common people know the news by passing it on from time to time.

Meng Huan tried to spread the correct news; "He must have been murdered by a traitor."

The other party was noncommittal, scratching his chin: "Why are you asking this?"

Meng Huan said nonsense, "I have a distant relative who is from the palace."

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan stood up propped up on his knees.

He searched around among the refugee group, and finally pieced together the news piece by piece.

After Lin Bozhou's whereabouts disappeared, the guards of the palace were trapped, and the officers and soldiers tried to recruit them, but the guards of the palace were raised by Lin Bozhou, and they only recognized Lin Bozhou, and no one else. They didn't want to clash with the officers and soldiers, lest their master be labeled as a rebel, so they had to flee Jizhou and hide around.

But... It is said that the officers and soldiers did not reach a unified opinion on Lin Bozhou, and there was a state of division and conflicts from time to time.

Therefore, the current situation is that the hundreds of thousands of troops in Jizhou have no leader, and the Marquis of Zhenguan can't hold back, and chaos has already occurred.

If there is no rest, the warlords will be separated, and the problem will become bigger.

Meng Huan sorted out the information, and he wanted to tell Lin Bozhou the news, and then ask about the location of Lianshui Road.

He turned and left Puji Temple.

But as soon as he left, two ragged refugees also came to the fortune-telling stand behind him.

The two were young, strong and tall, not as skinny as ordinary refugees.

They asked the fortune teller: "Sir, have you seen a young man with inconvenient eyes these days? He is tall, has a good appearance, and speaks with a foreign accent."

The fortune teller shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

The two turned around and left.

The fortune-teller was very dissatisfied with their attitude of throwing it away when they used it up, and muttered: "Why do you come to ask me? Ask your son for a while, ask the guards of the palace for a while, and ask the young master for a while. I am a fortune-teller, not for news, understand. don't know?"

Palace guards?

The two of them paused and turned back, a tall shadow enveloped them: "Who asked the guards of the palace?"

"Just now, there was a handsome young man who asked everywhere. He said he was looking for relatives. He just left over there." The fortune teller opened the book, "Are you two fortune tellers?"

He looked up, and the two figures had already left quickly.

"Hey, no business."

The fortune teller held the book and sighed.

On the other end, Meng Huan was walking on the street.

After inquiring about the news, he still had a stewed pig's ear in his hand, thinking of taking it home to eat at night, and at the same time planning to tell Lin Bozhou the news.

Suddenly, his shoulder was slammed down, like the impact of a boulder falling, causing the pig's ear, which was loosely held in his hand, to fall to the ground and roll into the snow.

Meng Huan subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but a foot landed in front of him, and trampled on the pig's ear.

Meng Huan: "?"

Suddenly, Meng Huan exploded and raised his head.

He opened his almond eyes and looked up at the person who hit him: "What are you doing?"

He was a young refugee, walking in a hurry, with an apologetic expression on his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I ran too fast and didn't look at the road. Did the stewed meat fall? Shall I compensate you?"

"..."

It's okay to change it to Meng Huan in normal times, but now is a special period, and a piece of braised pork is a treasure. Meng Huan gritted his teeth and was very angry, "Do you have any money with you? How can you pay for it?"

"I don't have money with me, but my brother has it, and it's in the alley opposite." The refugee pointed, "Hey, come here, I'll pay you."

After speaking, he pulled Meng Huan's clothes and walked into the alley.

Meng Huan just wanted to refuse, but he was so strong that he dragged him in two or three times. There was no one in the alley, and there was a young man standing there, who ran and said, "Third brother, borrow some money!"

——Xiangzi, two strong and strong refugees, forcefully tugged.

The uncomfortable feeling brought by the keyword made Meng Huan feel chills on his back, and wanted to stop, but the opponent's strength was too strong, and in the next second, Meng Huan pulled him into the alley.

"What do you want to do?" Meng Huan asked.

The faces of the two of them changed suddenly, they were gloomy and tough, and the sharp dagger was exposed from their sleeves.

"I'm looking for you."

The moment Meng Huan saw the dagger, his back felt cold, his throat rolled, and his knees suddenly felt weak.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice trembled: "You, you—"

The young man frowned: "With a capital accent, who are you? Why are you inquiring about the guards of the palace?"

"I, I am—"

Meng Huan was completely dumbfounded.

He thought that when he met a robber, the other party would ask him for money, but he didn't expect the other party to ask this question.

But compared to asking him for money or about Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan would be more vigilant.

The coldness on his back gradually faded, Meng Huan forced himself to calm down, and secretly observed the two people. Tall and burly, he doesn't look like a refugee who doesn't have enough to eat, but he wears the tattered clothes of a refugee.

These are not refugees at all, they are soldiers.

Meng Huan had been in the barracks for a while, so he was very clear about the state of the soldiers and could recognize them at a glance. But he couldn't be sure whether it was the soldiers of the palace or the soldiers of Zhenguanhou.

If he is a soldier of Marquis Zhenguan, then he cannot say a word, otherwise his identity will be revealed.

"Ask who you are." The voices of the two men were fierce.

"I, I am—"

Meng Huan wanted to lie, and even tried to find out the identities of these two people.

But he was timid, and was suddenly frightened. Not only was his throat blocked and he couldn't speak a word, but his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of any plots or tricks.

"..."

Meng Huan's scalp was numb.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale. The two probably had never seen such a waste before. They looked at each other for a moment and said, "Take it back?"

Appears to be given another interrogation.

The back of Meng Huan's neck was pinched, and his eyes went dark.

Suddenly falling into a coma, Meng Huan was unconscious, as if he had a nightmare, dreaming about what he was most afraid of during this period of time.

He was imprisoned in a dark and dark prison, his hands were tied with chains, blood was drawn out, his bones were thin, and all his strength seemed to be taken away, so he couldn't move.

Someone pointed a red-hot iron at him and asked sternly, "Where did you hide Lin Bozhou?"

In the dream, Meng Huan was unkempt, his almond eyes were wide open, and he was trembling with fright. He is timid, and every time he sees the interrogation screen in the TV series, he will turn his head away, not daring to watch the blood.

But now, the red-hot soldering iron was facing him.

The question was about the whereabouts of Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was so frightened that he burst into tears. While terrified, he said the most vicious words angrily: "I won't say it! I won't say it! I won't say it! Ahhhhh..."

"How dare you speak hard!"

"If you kill me, I won't say woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The bright red soldering iron was dyed with heat, and it suddenly poked down——

Zi~

The expected burning pain did not appear, but Meng Huan subconsciously fell back, then trembled suddenly, opened his eyes, and the snow-white light fell into them.

His heart was beating wildly, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, his chest seemed to be squeezed by something, dull and urgent.

where is this

Not a prison.

In front of him was an open room with several people sitting around.

Who are these people?

Meng Huan turned his head slowly, and when he looked over, he saw a face with snow-white temple hair and a downcast face, with tears in his eyes and a trembling throat looking at him.

It looked familiar, but Meng Huan didn't recognize it for a while.

When the other party saw that he was awake, "Hula" pushed away the chair and knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down: "Princess, I have suffered."

"..."

For a moment, Meng Huan felt as if his head had been bumped, and his heart trembled. He closed his eyes and opened them again: "Uncle Chen?"

It was Chen An, he was more than ten years older than before!

Today's Chen Anchen's face is covered with frost, his temples are like frost, and he has completely lost the appearance of the gentle and kind palace chief Shi, he is haggard and thin, his face is dark, as if his shoulders have been crushed by some impact.

Chen An burst into tears, his voice choked up: "I have been separated for half a month, my lord, my lord has not been found yet... My lord has bad eyesight, I am living among the refugees, I don't know how to live or die... My lord, how dare I meet my lord..."

"I also let the princess live in the crowd, and suffered a lot..."

"The two people just now were none other than the guards of the palace. I heard that the princess is also looking for us. How offensive..."

Meng Huan's tightly gripped heart suddenly relaxed.

In the past half month, apart from Meng Huan, there is a group of people who are so concerned about Lin Bozhou's safety, probably they are the old people in the palace. Chen An is the chief history of the palace, Lin Bozhou's confidant brought from Guzhou, and the hair of Lin Bozhou's looking for it is all gray.

Meng Huan comforted: "Don't be sad, the prince is fine."

But Chen An couldn't stop crying.

"Chen An is guilty. If something happens to the prince, the situation in the world will change drastically, and the prince's unfulfilled ambition will cause tens of thousands of people in the palace raised by the prince to be homeless."

He burst into tears, and the soldiers beside him also knelt down and cried.

There is both joy and sorrow.

After experiencing so many hardships, how can we not be sad or happy?

The stone in Meng Huan's heart finally fell to the ground.

"My lord is fine, I will take you to find him."

Fortunately, Meng Huan was not in a coma for a long time, and it was still early.

A group of people hurried on the street and walked outside the gate of the General Military Mansion. The porter poked his head out and asked, "Are you—"

He didn't stop.

This group of people was imposing, accompanied by two rows of young men in plain clothes, but well-disciplined and tall, obviously from the army.

The concierge fell silent, and hurried to look for Butler Sun. Butler Sun hurried over and saw Meng Huan surrounded by the crowd.

He was stunned: "Sir, this is—"

"Sun Butler, we are here to pick you up."

Meng Huan didn't know what to say. During this time, the General Military Mansion took him in and gave him food, so Meng Huan couldn't put on airs.

The magistrate of Hezhou who was beside him came out quickly and said in a cold sweat, "Housekeeper, this is from the Prince Regent's Mansion."

"The Prince Regent's House?"

Butler Sun was stunned and didn't realize what was going on.

He knew that the regent was fighting in Jizhou not far away, but the regent was a nobleman with a distinguished status, so what could he have to do with the General Military Mansion?

What can you do with these people?

...what could it have to do with the little painter he accepted?

Steward Sun's eyes rolled, and when he stood there puzzled, he saw Zhongchen respectfully holding up a suit of clothes and ribbons.

The extremely bright crimson color almost illuminated the snow between the sky and the earth, embroidered with ferocious python dragons, with intricate and beautiful patterns, it was the totem of power that his master would turn pale when he mentioned it.

Butler Sun's back felt cold.

Finally recovering, a thought flashed through my mind...

legendary.

The General Military Mansion is about to produce a legend this time.

Steward Sun suppressed the screaming in his throat, and tried to receive the guests: "Everyone, come and sit down first? Have a cup of tea, and the villain will go and invite my master back—"

"No, let's get down to business first. But I'm sorry to trouble you, go ask your master to talk back." Meng Huan was polite to him, and Chen An was also polite to him.

Back, call back? ? ?

Butler Sun became even more dizzy: "Small, I'll send someone there right now."

Chen An and his party did not linger here, they hurried over the threshold and the corridor, and walked towards the courtyard of the Houfu.

The low-rise brick and tile houses, along the way Pituo, from time to time a few servants with their sleeves in their sleeves come out to watch the excitement, there are ditches on the ground, it looks like a very remote place.

Therefore, although Lin Bozhou was in the General Military Mansion, he was not a distinguished guest, but mixed among the servants and Qing guests.

Chen An frowned, and his breathing began to tremble.

Sensing his emotions, Meng Huan whispered: "After the prince and I fled, we had no money or food on us, and the prince couldn't see. Fortunately, I can draw, so I found a job in the military mansion. An errand, to take a portrait of Mrs. Zong Bing."

"I'm afraid that the prince will be found to have eye problems, so tell him to keep him in the house and not come out, so as not to arouse others' suspicion."

Meng Huan scratched his head: "I... can only do this."

Chen An quickly said: "The concubine has done a good job. Chen An was thinking in his heart, if there is no concubine, I am afraid that the prince-"

Blind, a useless person, I'm afraid he would have died in the snowstorm long ago.

Meng Huan knew that Lin Bozhou was the respected master in their hearts, and he was a baby bump, so he scratched his head, feeling quite embarrassed.

Inexplicably, I also thought that since Lin Bozhou was found, the world of the two of them should also end.

The wind and snow were bleak, and the house became more and more dilapidated. Chen An's eyes flickered, and his eye sockets couldn't help being moist.

He asked, "Does the prince live here?"

Meng Huan nodded: "It's not bad. There was a heated kang at night. We lived in the bottom floor of the inn before, and also lived in the Fox Immortal Temple. We can only guarantee food and clothing."

Chen An wiped away his tears: "My lord, my concubine, you are suffering."

Among other things, he watched Lin Bozhou grow up.

Born as the eldest son of the noble royal family, since he was a child, although he suffered from illnesses and serious illnesses, he was well-clothed and well-fed, cared for carefully, and never suffered from hunger or cold?

But during the time of being separated, Lin Bozhou actually lived a life of slavery.

They step into the yard.

The footsteps were hurried, and in a blink of an eye, he passed the door, and the scene in the yard appeared in front of him.

"I'm back." Meng Huan said, "I brought someone—"

Meng Huan's voice stopped.

A tall figure in a white robe was sitting under the eaves, and in front of him was a wooden basin filled with steaming water. Lin Bozhou was sitting by the basin, with his hands in the hot water, and beside him stood the woman in charge of the spoon, Turning his head to look at the clothes in his basin.

The mother-in-law shook her head, disdainful of the young master's behavior: "This is not how the pants are washed, you can't wash them clean."

Lin Bozhou seemed to ask: "Then how should I wash it?"

"Oh, after soaking with soap locusts, rub your hands—"

Just as the mother-in-law finished speaking, she heard Meng Huan's voice.

Both looked up.

"Why are there so many people here!"

The old woman was frightened and ran back.

Only Lin Bozhou was still sitting there, as if he didn't understand what happened, and the cold wind blew his hair slightly.

His pool-like eyes followed the sound and swept across the people at the door, Chen An who was bursting into tears, the strong and strong guards of the palace, the respectful ministers holding the royal clothes, and the stunned Butler Sun.

"Huanhuan is back?"

The clothes in Lin Bozhou's hands were put back into the water.

He lowered his eyes, closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

It's an uncertain tone.

In such a situation, Meng Huan turned to Chen An and made a patch: "My lord's eyes are still not healed."

As soon as Chen An closed his eyes, the tears flowed down again. He couldn't stop crying. He called out "My Lord" in a mournful voice, then staggered and ran to the yard, knelt down, kowtowed and walked towards Lin Bozhou: "Your Highness, yes! I, Chen An! My lord, Chen An is here..."

He knelt in front of Lin Bozhou, and said in a sad voice, "My lord...Chen An didn't do his best, and it took half a month to find him...I made my lord suffer, I made my lord suffer... Chen An deserves death, crime deserves death..."

In the snow, Chen An couldn't stop kowtowing until his forehead bled.

"My lord is suffering! My lord is suffering..."

Lin Bozhou sat where he was, without any movement.

How can they not cry? Loyalty.

This group of people depended on Lin Bozhou for food, and Lin Bozhou treated them with great kindness and treated them like relatives. Since he recognized Lin Bozhou as his master, he would serve him and depend on him for life and death.

Lin Bozhou lived in such a simple house after being exiled, lived such a poor life, and suffered so much, they were really heartbroken.

The soldiers were also moved, and there was a burst of crying.

Even Butler Sun couldn't help turning red when he saw this scene.

"Chen An?" Lin Bozhou paused for a moment before he understood.

"It's me, it's Chen An!" Chen An replied earnestly, helped him stand up, and quickly took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket to dry Lin Bozhou's wet hands.

"My lord, the guards of the royal residence dispersed and searched for half a month in the village and the city, and finally let Chen An find the lord." Chen An said happily, "If it wasn't for my little nephew, Chen An would probably still be here. It takes a few days in the city to get a clue, God is sorry."

"I see."

Lin Bozhou seemed to be nodding his head, his brows and eyes were calm, and he could not see any emotion. The wind blew his hair loose, revealing his handsome and shaved forehead.

He stared blankly at the yard, seemingly pensive, his brows were a little gloomy.

The scene was dignified, Chen An looked at Lin Bozhou's face, his hands paused for no reason, and some confusion flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Bozhou smiled and said lightly, "It's good that you're here."

"Hurry up and change the prince's clothes!" Chen An hurriedly said.

Those ministers who held the king's clothes and fox furs wiped away their tears and ran over to block the wind and snow. They quickly put on clean clothes for him to wear, put on the fox furs, took off the wooden hairpins and replaced them with jade crowns. , knelt and cupped his feet and put on the boots.

"My lord lifts his foot..."

"How is the situation in Jizhou now?" Lin Bozhou asked.

"Since that night, the prince designed and severely damaged Zhu Lizhen's cavalry, they have never come to loot openly, but from time to time some remnants ran wild, but the Great Wall is enough to stop us, so we have already won half of this battle. Next Zhuli really can't make the climate, as long as they wait until spring, they will retreat when they run out of food and grass."

Lin Bozhou bowed his head and raised his wrists, Zhongchen hurriedly straightened his luxuriously tattooed sleeves for him.

"How's the camp?"

Chen An lowered his voice: "It's not peaceful in the regiment camp now. The Marquis of Zhenguan locked the prince in the city gate, and wanted to kill the prince to take credit. But firstly, he failed to kill the prince, and secondly, the Marquis of Zhenguan was eager to erase the credit of the prince and present it to His Majesty to win a reward, but he was too hasty, and even turned the truth around, plundering the merits of many generals in the camp who personally participated in the battle, resulting in these The general was very dissatisfied with him, and even suspected that he forged the imperial decree and tried to fish in troubled waters to kill the prince. So now the regiment is divided and disobedient, Si Xu even wanted to bring tens of thousands of soldiers to join the prince, but was I persuaded him."

Lin Bozhou: "You are right in persuading me. If Si Xu really comes to join me, then his reputation as a rebel will be confirmed."

Chen An looked at him in surprise: "Your Highness also knows that the Marquis of Zhenguan passed on your rebellion?"

"In the whole of Liaodong, how many people still don't know?" Lin Bozhou straightened his sleeves, and he stood upright, with his jaw slightly raised in fox fur, staring at the sky with those sinking eyes.

Chen An took out a piece of white silk from his pocket, walked behind him, and blindfolded Lin Bozhou.

He sighed.

"My lord, what should we do now? The military power has been handed over to Marquis Zhenguan, and we still have tens of thousands of royal guards, but there are rumors of rebellion everywhere. The situation, the situation is very passive."

Lin Bozhou was also calm: "It's okay, let's wait and see."

He wore a crimson python robe, and his brows and eyes were still somewhat sickly, but the sense of noble burnout had long been untouchable, his eyes were covered with white gauze, like an incomparably noble royal family.

——When he put on the clothes, some feelings were different.

At the door not far away, Meng Huan scratched his head, and when he looked at him, this idea came to his mind.

Why.

Now, Lin Bozhou is no longer his little daughter-in-law of three obediences and four virtues, but the regent of Dazong, the master of tens of thousands of people.

This made Meng Huan feel complicated. He quite liked spending time together with Lin Bozhou. He liked that Lin Bozhou made soup for him. Lin Bozhou hugged him to sleep. He liked that Lin Bozhou was always at home when he was at home...

However, Meng Huan didn't want to live a life of fear, so after all considerations, he let Lin Bozhou deal with these troublesome things first.

When Meng Huan was thinking, a voice sounded in his ears: "Huanhuan?"

"Um?"

"Is there anything else in the house that needs to be packed?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was very gentle, "If not, we will leave now."

Meng Huan was a little stunned: "Are you in such a hurry?"

"We've been bothering others at the General Military Mansion for a while, and we've caused trouble for others, so we should go back."

Butler Sun on the side quickly knelt down and said, "No, no, no... no trouble, no trouble, it's because we didn't greet well, we didn't greet well..."

Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh.

But his attention was on Meng Huan, waiting for Meng Huan to confirm.

Meng Huan nodded: "Okay, let's go."

He thought about the things in the house, and there seemed to be nothing too valuable, and said, "I don't have anything to take."

"Okay, go back to the camp." Lin Bozhou then gave the order.

They went out of the yard, and when they reached the gate of the General Military Mansion, a few columns of flying horses came in a hurry, and the people in front shouted: "Please stay!"

The group slowed down.

It was the Hezhou General Soldier who had never shown his face in the General Military Mansion. He had a square face, a middle-aged man, and his beard was covered with snow.

He fell to his knees: "Meet the prince!"

Sweat dripped down his face.

On the way, he roughly heard the situation from the servant who had passed on the message, and he was sweating coldly. He didn't expect that the Qing guest and his family members accepted by his general military mansion turned out to be the lost regent!

This is so bizarre, he hurried back to the house half-believing and half-doubting, and finally believed when he saw the crimson royal robe in the snow and the white silk tied around his eyes from a distance.

"Oh, you are the general soldier of Hezhou?"

Lin Bo's soap boots melted a thin layer of snow and stopped in front of him.

Brand new, spotless boots.

The voice is young and elegant.

"Thank you, Chief Soldier, for your hospitality these days."

As rumored, the regent was a young man of twenty-six.

"..."

The commander-in-chief was ashamed, cold sweat dripping down his face: "The last general has neglected his duty. He didn't know that it was the prince who came to the mansion. He lacked hospitality, so he was not very panic-stricken. He was about to plead guilty to the prince."

Lin Bozhou smiled lightly and said: "The matter is urgent, and this king was killed by a traitor and had to hide his name. This caused such a misunderstanding. Don't blame the general soldier. Please hurry up."

After exchanging a few words with the general soldier, the general soldier paused and said: "In the evening, the wind and snow are so fierce, why don't you go to Pengpi and have a few drinks, so that the general can make up for the lack of hospitality in the past few days?" His lord's fault."

Meng Huan thought so too.

But Lin Bozhou said indifferently: "There is still an urgent situation in the army, so there is no need."

After finishing speaking, he left with the people who came to meet him.

The weather is cold, the sun is approaching the evening, and the night is snowy, so it is not a suitable time to travel.

Walking outside the city gate, there was already a carriage waiting. Chen An helped Lin Bozhou get into the carriage, and Meng Huan also sat on it.

The thick curtains immediately blocked the wind and snow outside.

Chen An opened the curtain and handed things in: "My lord is wise, I don't know the position of the Hezhou commander-in-chief against my lord for the time being. It's the right decision not to stay in the city and go on my way tonight."

Zhenguanhou is now in charge of the military power. The letter he wrote to the general is unknown. If the Hezhou general listens to him and regards Lin Bozhou as a rebellious party, staying in the city tonight will definitely be a night of hunting.

Although the Hezhou General Soldier shouldn't be so stupid, he has to be wary of this possibility.

Chen An sent something to the curtain, and said in a moving tone, "Is the lord hungry? I bought some things before I left the city. Eat it while it's hot."

Lin Bozhou took it and handed it to Meng Huan: "Eat."

Outside the curtain, there is the gradually darkening sky and the rapid snowstorm, but there is a small heater inside the curtain, which is a bit hot, obviously very well prepared.

It was rare to feel such warmth, Lin Bozhou was stunned unconsciously, and smiled: "Chen An, you have made up your mind that you can find me today?"

Chen An smiled very respectfully: "No, it's just that as soon as I saw my nephew, I hurriedly asked someone to prepare a carriage."

The prince was homeless for half a month, Chen An was a thoughtful person, and he just wanted to make Lin Bozhou feel comfortable.

Lin Bozhou smiled, he hadn't seen such an environment for a long time.

Now that everyone is surrounded by his own people, Chen An talked about his thoughts and sighed for Lin Bozhou's homelessness during this period: "The prince was supposed to receive the highest praise on the day when Zhu Lizhen was defeated in Jizhou, but who knew he was murdered by a treacherous minister? It is heartbreaking that the blood of the royal family has flowed to the common people to suffer."

Meng Huan, who was at the side, gnawed on the warm cake, leaned on Lin Bozhou's shoulder, brushed the hair on his fox fur with his fingertips, and listened to the two of them talking.

——In Chen An's words, Emperor Xuanhe was not mentioned in a single sentence, but Emperor Xuanhe was blamed in every sentence.

If it wasn't for Xuanhe Didi's repeated thoughts, sudden favor, and sudden doubts, how could the general who fought the war fall into this situation?

With a calm expression, Lin Bozhou reprimanded Chen An indifferently, saying: "Your Majesty has his own decision, don't speculate arbitrarily, and give birth to disobedience."

Meng Huan swallowed the pastry, licked his fingertips lightly, and blinked.

Strange to say.

Lin Bozhou still doesn't hate Emperor Xuanhe?

In the original book, Lin Bozhou lived a life like a slave and lost his dignity. He was trampled in muddy water and forced to a dead end. He hated this capricious emperor long ago, and even prepared to rebel.

But now, Lin Bozhou is still speaking for Emperor Xuanhe.

Meng Huan was very tired now, and felt like he didn't want to think at all.

He put his head back into the seat, leaned back, and lazily listened to the voices outside the carriage and Chen An's narration.

The wind and snow fell on the carriage hood, making a rattling sound.

The wheels of the carriage sparkled and walked towards the darkness.

"It seems that the prince has no complaints or regrets," Chen An seemed to ask, "Then what should we do next?"

Although they were very dissatisfied with the emperor, all dissatisfaction was blocked by Lin Bozhou's words.

"If you go back to Beijing and explain to His Majesty, I'm afraid that all the gates along the way will receive letters from the Marquis of Zhenguan, so you won't let the prince and the guards of the palace pass easily." Chen An said, "They will suspect that the prince led the troops back to Beijing. I want to plot against His Majesty."

Look, Lin Bozhou wanted to be a loyal minister, but a group of people stopped him from being a loyal minister, and wanted to drive him out.

Lin Bozhou also took a piece of pastry, which happened to be of a different color from the one Meng Huan held in his hand. He lightly stuffed it into Meng Huan's lips, and looked at him, as if watching Meng Huan take a bite.

There was a smile on his lips, and his voice was gentle, not like talking to Chen An, but like talking to Meng Huan.

"If you are not allowed to pass, then let go of the Wangfu army and pass alone."

"…What?"

Chen An opened his eyes slightly, his face full of astonishment: "My lord, this is too unsafe."

and…

"What about the guards of the palace? These are the soldiers raised by the prince himself. They made great contributions in the decisive battle in Jizhou. How can the prince leave them and return to the capital?"

—The most important meaning, Chen An didn't say it.

The imperial court, power, and danger are abnormal.

If Lin Bozhou had no chess pieces in his hand, he would become a fish to be eaten by others. These carnivores are all cruel and ruthless, and no one misses the old love. As long as Lin Bozhou falls, his enemies and people who hate him will swallow Lin Bozhou There are no bones left.

So Lin Bozhou must have an army in his hands.

There must be, he has an army, so that Zhenguan Hou can't move him, and Emperor Xuanhe can't kill him.

Even if he is not reused, at least he can return to Guzhou safely.

Lin Bozhou understood what he meant, and said calmly: "This king and His Majesty are brothers, and because of their blood relationship, His Majesty will definitely not do anything to this king."

"..."

Chen An showed a puzzled look on his face, and he couldn't understand Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou, who used to be rational and calm, and planned everything clearly, why is he still talking about feelings now? Talking about feelings with Emperor Xuanhe is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger.

He tried to dissuade him: "My lord, the emperor's heart is capricious. Your Majesty played chess with that Zen master for a few months, and then he dared to change his generals, so that the lord was living among the people. If the lord puts his hopes on feelings again, I'm afraid that when the time comes The emperor's heart is cold, there is no place to bury him when he meets and dies—"

He said it very strongly.

"Not at all. Although His Majesty repeats himself, he is still a child at heart, and will not really touch this king."

The upper half of Lin Bozhou's face was soaked in the shadows, and there were small shadows on his eyebrows and eyes. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the pastry crumbs from the corners of Meng Huan's lips.

After a while, he smiled again and said, "This king only said that he would not go back to the capital with the palace guards, but he didn't say that they should disband on the spot."

Chen An's confusion calmed down a bit, "What does the lord mean?"

"The next order is to let them go back to Guzhou by themselves. The king will go back to Beijing alone to face the saint. After the face-to-face, please resign and return to Guzhou to recuperate the eye disease, and never get involved in the court's right and wrong again."

Chen An understood, but his complexion was worse than before: "So these 30,000 guards are the sincerity shown by the prince to His Majesty?"

Lin Bozhou just smiled: "You can understand it that way if you want."

How can I understand that?

Chen An was sitting outside the carriage, talking to Lin Bozhou through the curtain, and could only see Lin Bozhou's expression through the faint wind blowing the curtain.

If it is true as what Lin Bozhou said, this is the sincerity shown to His Majesty—abandoning the guards of the palace and returning to Beijing alone, then Lin Bozhou came to the capital to plan for six years and worked hard, but at this time he disarmed all his weapons and showed his sincerity to Xuanhe Emperor, let Emperor Xuanhe judge himself guilty or innocent based on his likes and dislikes—

Guilty, beheaded.

Not guilty, exiled to Guzhou to be an idle prince.

—Isn’t this a game where everything is lost and nothing can be gained?

Chen An thought about it, opened the curtain, always felt that something was wrong: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou's hands were placed by the stove to warm up. Those hands had distinct joints, slender knuckles, and slightly raised blood vessels, reflecting the orange flames, making them very beautiful.

"Um?"

"My lord has done my best to create so many achievements for the court for six years. The people are grateful to you. Conquering Zhu Lizhen is even more important to save the building from falling. Is the lord willing to end like this?!"

When Chen An said this, his voice was high-pitched and a little excited, he was not worth it for Lin Bozhou.

The firelight dances with the wheels, and so does the division of light and shadow.

Lin Bozhou reached out his hand to hook the silver charcoal in the stove, his eyebrows and eyes were all illuminated by the fire light, and his eyes reflected the fire light in his pupils, jumping non-stop, like an unquenchable karmic fire in the nether world, with a shadow that infects the darkness feel.

But his tone was indifferent, tired, as if he was tired of fighting.

"My king has been in power for six years, and I am already tired. During the past half a month, I have been living in a small family with the princess, and I have found a lot of fun that this king has never experienced before. So I went back to Guzhou to take care of myself and be a