Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

"My lord, my slaves have been asking everywhere, and they all say that the regent died in Liaodong."

at dusk.

Under a few big pagoda trees outside the north gate of the capital, a carriage was placed beside a wooden stand, beside the carriage stood a dusty health servant, and three others sat in a tea shed.

The three of them were not richly dressed, but their clothes were clean. One of them was younger, handsome and delicate, holding a teacup in both hands and breathing, and the hot mist wet his white forehead.

"Brother, it's not hot anymore, I'll drink it for you."

He handed the teacup to the young man beside him.

He was a tall and thin young man with extremely handsome features, but his eyes seemed to be inconvenient, so he held hands and slowly touched the pottery bowl.

They drank tea, and the servant came to them and said this sentence.

"Did he die in Liaodong? How did this happen? This is the Regent of the Supervisory Kingdom! Your Majesty is young, and all court affairs are under his control!" Among the three, the taller man had a loud voice and looked extremely astonished.

When the other tea drinkers in the tea shed heard the voice, they all turned their heads and commented: "Who knows, some say they committed suicide by rebellion, and some say that they were forced to commit suicide. Well, there is a living **** in the sky. Not long ago, he called the wind and rain, so why did he die? gone."

"I heard that he won the battle, was plotted against by traitors, and poisoned to death!"

"..."

Noisy.

Meng Huan took another sip of hot tea and remained silent.

Beside him, Lin Bozhou twirled the cup with his slender fingers, listened quietly, and put the cup down after a while.

"Hey hey," Zhang Hu turned his face away. He didn't dare to make trouble in front of Lin Bozhou, so he raised his chin with Meng Huan: "Second Young Master, how are you?"

Meng Huan gave him a thumbs up: "Excellent."

——The rumor that Lin Bozhou died in Liaodong was personally ordered by Lin Bozhou and spread everywhere by Zhang Hu himself.

In ancient times, communication was underdeveloped, most of the common people were illiterate, and information was obtained by word of mouth. Zhang Hu asked the talented poets in his entourage to compose a few poems, and sang them as they walked. Lin Bozhou was loyal and courageous but was poisoned by traitors. Lin Bozhou was ambitious and rebelled and killed. fairy.

Singing all the way to confuse the audience, the only news she wants to reveal is that Lin Bozhou is dead. Sure enough, the news spread faster than their horse-drawn carriages. As soon as they rested outside the city, the people in the capital were discussing whether Lin Bozhou was dead or alive. Their purpose has been achieved.

After drinking the hot tea soup in the bowl, Meng Huan felt that he had almost rested: "Shall we go to the city now?"

Lin Bozhou put down the bowl: "If you don't go to the city, wait for someone."

It didn't take long to speak, and someone came galloping on a horse not far away.

The man who came was middle-aged and dressed in casual clothes, but Meng Huan recognized him as Luo Feng, the admiral of the Beijing Army, who was Luo Juan's father. When Lin Bozhou entered the barracks on the first night, he was the one who gave Lin Bozhou the opportunity to kill people that night.

Luo Feng glanced left and right after getting off his horse, his eyes turned hot when he saw Lin Bozhou: "Wang—" he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Lin Bozhou: "Uncle Luo is here."

He stood up.

There seemed to be some emotion in the voice, but it seemed to be calm and calm.

I haven't seen him for four months, now Lin Bozhou is wearing plain cotton clothes, covered in dust, much thinner than before, his eyes are covered by a gray cloth towel.

——How could they have the appearance of leading the three armies when the barracks were parted, with high spirits and pointed swords outside the Great Wall? Now, they are just a fallen royal family who have lost their favor and fled to the end of the world.

Luo Feng didn't dare to cross the line again, and now he was also moved: "Nephew."

"Let's talk in a place with few people." Lin Bozhou said calmly, letting Zhang Hu walk out of the tea shed.

He walked in front, Luo Feng walked behind, and arrived at the bridge on the river bank.

The evening wind is gentle, and the rain and snow are falling.

During this short distance, words such as "rebel!" "Traitor!" .

Lin Bozhou groped for the stone railing and stopped, and stepped down: "Uncle Luo, thank you very much. You didn't bring any troops to take this king into prison."

Luo Feng laughed bitterly at himself: "I was indeed frightened a lot when I received the letter from my nephew."

The implication is that now Lin Bozhou's name is feared to be avoided by people in the imperial court like a ghost, and no one dares to mess with it. Anyone who receives a letter from Lin Bozhou will probably be regarded as an accomplice and thrown into prison.

Lin Bozhou's expression turned serious: "To be honest, I came to Uncle Luo just to give you the credit for winning my head."

Luo Feng's face changed suddenly, and there were extremely complicated emotions in his eyes: "Why did my nephew say this? If I want to take your head and add an official rank, I will never ride a horse alone to meet you outside the city. Your sentence Words, put me in an injustice..."

Lin Bozhou smiled, and laughed at himself, "It's not that Uncle Luo was wronged, but that this king has no way out now."

Luo Feng is a smart person.

He could feel that Lin Bozhou wanted to live, not die.

If you want to live, you must understand the cause and effect of the Liaodong period. Luo Feng asked the key question: "What is the situation in Jizhou? I also read it when the military newspaper was distributed to the six departments. I only think that many of the numbers are not right. My nephew, can you tell me the truth?" Tell me about the Battle of Jizhou in detail?"

Zhang Hu responded from the sidelines, and recounted the battle situation, including the number and details of the formation of troops, the battle situation that night, every detail, and what happened when he chased Zhu Lizhen's remnants.

The more he talked, the more excited Zhang Hu was, "That night, all of my sons and daughters stood upright, they were not afraid of death, they were not afraid of losing, they all gave up their lives and rushed forward, they were all real men!" I have brought soldiers this time, but I brought out the best soldiers."

"Sure enough..." Luo Feng's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, "Marquis of Zhenguan! You have a heart like a snake and a scorpion!"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "Did Uncle Luo know it earlier?"

"To tell you the truth," Luo Feng said, "I have been in charge of the Beijing Army for decades. This time, the prince selected the best and strongest to form a battalion to fight. There are quite a few people in the battalion who recognize my name. Dare to be angry and dare not speak out, and immediately sent a letter to tell me the truth."

He slammed his fist on the stone bridge, furious: "What I hate the most in the army is that the military exploits that I have fought so hard for are easily stolen by those who steal, **** and play tricks. I must speak to Your Majesty and get back the military merits for everyone."

"The sergeant who died in battle cannot even have his only tombstone overturned."

Lin Bo's boat was facing the river bank, and the wind was blowing slightly.

Apart from the sergeant, he was also the one who was deprived of merit.

"My lord," Luo Feng was moved, "I have suffered."

Lin Bozhou smiled slightly, but also felt a little heavy. His chin turned to the side of the river bank, his sickly eyebrows and eyes were blown by the wind, his expression seemed to be wide, but there was a sense of bewildered and calm paleness.

"Then what will the prince do next?" Luo Feng asked.

"The Marquis of Zhenguan, in order to increase his official status and honor, he did not hesitate to engage in party disputes during the war, and framed this king for rebellion. Since your majesty has doubts in his heart, then this king will go to clarify with your majesty, that's all."

Luo Feng's expression was even more surprised than before, and he opened his mouth, as if unwilling to believe it: "The prince still wants to see His Majesty? Isn't this sending him to death?"

Lin Bozhou's hair was blown up again by the wind, and his smile was light.

"This heart is bright, not afraid of the light."

Many words in officialdom are still beautiful. Luo Feng shook his head, looked around cautiously, as if he was looking for something: "The prince's guard—"

"Your Majesty thought that the king was rebelling, so I sent the guards back to the regiment camp, and went back to Beijing alone to reassure His Majesty. There are no guards here, only a few healthy servants."

Clean and clean, nothing else.

Such a Lin Bozhou, what rebellion?

Luo Feng's expression finally changed: "My lord, Your Majesty has failed you."

"Whether you live up to it or not, when your Majesty grows up, this king should naturally return the authority to His Majesty." Lin Bozhou smiled, poked his fingers, and suddenly nodded his eyes.

"Uncle Luo."

Luo Juan looked at him: "Huh?"

"The king may be blind."

Luo Feng was taken aback, he looked into Lin Bozhou's eyes against the wind and snow, everyone knew that Lin Bozhou couldn't see when his eye disease relapsed. Back then, the King Regent, who was dressed in crimson flower clothes and dominated the court, and the angry horse in bright clothes, coincided with Lin Bozhou who is now blind and ill.

Luo Feng was getting old, and he saw many people building tall buildings, entertaining guests, and seeing other people's buildings.

Lin Bozhou was the first one, which made him feel pity and heartbroken.

"My lord's plan in the future is—"

"Go back to Guzhou."

"Then the prince returned to Beijing this time—"

"Wash clean."

Luo Feng knew it well.

From an emotional point of view, he appreciates Lin Bozhou's ability and cannot tolerate the deeds of the soldiers being robbed.

From a rational point of view, Marquis Zhenguan is a military general, favored by the emperor, and he does not deal with himself. If he becomes powerful, he will pose a threat to his position as admiral of the Beijing Army.

Luo Feng cupped his hands: "My lord, I am a soft-spoken person, and I can't speak more in the court to clear up the grievances of the lord. I can only send a few people to protect the lord during this time, and do things cheaply to ensure the safety of the lord."

This is what Lin Bozhou wanted.

He smiled: "Thank you Uncle Luo."

The Luo family is in charge of the Beijing army, and has the ability to use hands and eyes in the capital. He agreed, and it will be absolutely safe for Lin Bozhou to enter the capital.

As for now, there is one more thing that needs to go through the Luo family - that is entering the palace.

The imperial palace is heavily guarded. There are garrison troops outside the imperial city, the Royal Forest Army in the imperial city, and the pro-military guards composed of noble disciples. Inspection posts are set up at each city gate. However, entering the palace in other ways will face heavy inspections, no matter how long Luo Feng's hand is, he will not be able to reach the imperial city.

"When does the prince plan to enter Beijing?" Luo Feng asked.

Lin Bozhou: "Has Your Majesty handled political affairs well in recent days?"

very bad.

Emperor Xuanhe was sensitive, suspicious and manic. After losing Lin Bozhou, he lost the ability to communicate with civil and military officials. His endurance was very poor. He chanted dragons madly in the Golden Temple every day. .

But he seems to have a violent personality, but in reality he is hesitant, extremely weak, and changes his orders day and night.

Even so, Luo Feng's expression was still very respectful: "Your Majesty has just been in charge of the government, and he is not impetuous in dealing with things, but the most important thing is diligence."

"My lord, go see him as soon as possible."

This is a good opportunity.

Previously, Lin Bozhou talked about his brotherly love to Chen An, and Chen An mistakenly thought that Lin Bozhou had such fragile illusions as family affection for Emperor Xuanhe.

Lin Bozhou had already seen through Emperor Xuanhe's temperament coldly. What he wanted to rely on was not people, but tools.

Now, seeing him struggling to deal with political affairs, Emperor Xuanhe's heart wavering, greedy for comfort, I am afraid that he has already begun to miss him.

But this nostalgia is not a family affection that touches the world, but the complete incompetence of Emperor Xuanhe.

Lin Bozhou paused for a while, and said: "Send a letter to Pei Xiyi. In these two days, this king will enter the palace immediately."