Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Holding his robe, Cui Lang hurried all the way into the chess room.

Walking halfway, he ran from the corridor with the **** he knew well.

"Big things are bad, big things are bad."

Cui Lang had been favored by Emperor Xuanhe in the past few months, and he had won over a group of acquaintances. This little **** was ordered to come secretly to inform him first.

Cui Lang asked: "What's wrong?"

"The regent said that you and Marquis Zhenguan are the traitors, and he wants His Majesty to clear him of his innocence and return to Guzhou," the **** repeated Lin Bozhou's words, sweating on his forehead, "Now, Your Majesty is playing chess with him, like I trust him completely, Zen master go and have a look."

"That's what he said?" Cui Lang asked.

"It's true!"

Cui Lang knew it well.

Lin Bozhou is "advancing by retreating". He is too powerful, and he will not end well, but retreating to Guzhou at this time can not only save his life, but also win his reputation, and he can go back to dormant and develop. It is wonderful to cut off his tail to protect himself. .

Cui Lang quickly thought about the speech he would present to Emperor Xuanhe in a while.

Although the **** was in a hurry, he said again: "Don't worry too much, Zen master. Although the regent entered the palace to meet the Holy One, he is blind, and his usefulness in the court will definitely not be as good as yours in the future."

"Is he blind?"

"Yes, I can't see it. Even when playing chess, it's an announcement for someone to play."

Cui Lang's back felt cold.

"How could it be such a coincidence to be blind?"

He almost finished thinking about everything he could think of in his mind, quickly organized his words, and made sure that he could refute Lin Bozhou in front of Emperor Xuanhe, and then walked quickly outside Yiyuan.

He straightened his clothes and hair, and then, regardless of the eunuch's obstruction, he strode into the courtyard and shouted, "Your Majesty! Don't be fooled by the treacherous minister's slander! Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, everything he said was lying to you! His wolfish ambitions are clearly revealed!"

The sound is getting closer.

In the chess room, Lin Bozhou was sitting upright in a white robe, with his hands folded in his sleeves, with a dignified posture, and someone beside him held the chess pieces for him.

"'Destroyed'."

Emperor Xuanhe heard it too, and turned to look at the source of the sound.

"Cui Lang is here." Pei Xiyi reminded.

"Tsk." Emperor Xuanhe was immersed in the chess game, and seemed a little annoyed by Cui Lang's arrival. Although he stood up, his eyes were still on the chess scale.

"Your Majesty! The treacherous officials are trying to deceive the public! Your Majesty must not be deceived, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, Cui Lang is here! Your Majesty!"

Cui Lang was out of breath, and finally ran to the nearby courtyard. Lin Bozhou signaled his chess partner to hit a piece on the board, and slowly stood up, leaving Emperor Xuanhe to think about the suddenly tense chess game.

With a calm expression, he dragged his snow-white robe and walked to the door.

Standing there, Pei Xiyi quietly raised her head to see Lin Bozhou's expression.

"Your Majesty, he's full of nonsense. He deliberately made you let your guard down. His words are better than his songs. In fact—"

Cui Lang finally got to the bottom of the steps. When he looked up, Lin Bozhou was standing four or five steps away from the steps.

The man was tall, and his shadow hung down, blocking the light in front of Cui Lang.

Cui Lang was sweating profusely, his hair was disheveled, crystal sweat dripped from his forehead, his pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed extremely alert.

And Lin Bozhou's eyes were covered by white gauze, so he couldn't see the emotion of his eyebrows clearly, but his nose bridge was straight, his lips were thin, and he had an arrogance of royal blood. Just standing here, his figure was enough Let ordinary people surrender.

Cui Lang's back felt cold and his throat was knotted.

He once met a Taoist in a Buddhist monastery in the mountains, and learned the art of watching Qi.

Lin Bozhou who is standing here now, and Emperor Xuanhe who is sitting in front of the chessboard thinking hard, the two figures, the difference between the monarch and his ministers, it is logically easy to distinguish their identities, but Cui Lang is looking up at him now, and he thinks that Lin Bozhou should be sitting. The ninety-five supreme being on the dragon chair.

Cui Lang's Adam's apple trembled slightly.

...And the last time I saw him at the Lantern Festival, the same Lin Bozhou didn't have the current aura...this gloomy, decisive, cruel and bloodthirsty emperor's air.

Unspeakable fear filled the air, and Cui Lang's eyes were about to burst: "Lin Bozhou, you actually have—"

Disobedient heart.

Four words were not spoken.

When he uttered the three words Lin Bozhou, he heard the sound of "呲——" a sound of metal impact, and when he said the next word, a layer of pain spread in his abdomen. a complete word.

Lin Bozhou held the long knife by the guard's side in his hand, clasped his pale fingers tightly, and the sword was buried in Cui Lang's waist, blood spread, and soon wet his clothes.

Lin Bozhou was condescending, lowered his eyes and said, "The dead don't need to speak."

Behind him, Emperor Xuanhe finally dropped the chess piece, and when he turned around, a scream burst out.

"Ahhhh—Cui Lang!"

The long knife was drawn out, and then swiped upwards. The head was crooked, and then rolled down the steps, splashing a few **** of blood.

The blood splattered all over the floor, and also splashed on Lin Bozhou's snow-white and clean white robe. One drop fell on the side of his neck. He brushed away Wuxiu's long hair with his fingers, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and smelled the fresh, warm blood. taste.

"Boom—"

The blood-stained long knife was thrown to the ground.

Lin Bozhou turned around and faced Emperor Xuanhe, with clear words: "Your Majesty, the traitor, I will get rid of it for Your Majesty first, lest I will slander Your Majesty after returning to Guzhou."

Emperor Xuanhe's scalp was numb, looking at the blood on Lin Bozhou's white robe.

His imperial brother was originally weak, his complexion was a little pale, and he was also wearing a white dress, but now it was covered with blood, very much like his royal robe embroidered with python dragons.

Emperor Xuanhe's pupils were stiff, and then he looked at the body that had lost his head and fell slowly, his mind went blank.

"In the past three months, it was Cui Lang who used chess to confuse His Majesty's mind, and almost killed his ministers." Lin Bozhou approached, let the **** support him, and put his palm lightly on Emperor Xuanhe's shoulder, "Your Majesty will know how to recognize the emperor in the future." Talent is good, otherwise, when I return to Guzhou, how can I rest assured that His Majesty will sit in the court alone and face tigers and wolves?"

This sentence is extremely warm.

Emperor Xuanhe was in a daze, originally he had some objections.

He felt that Lin Bozhou shouldn't kill Cui Lang, at least he should wait until the face-to-face confrontation is over.

But…

Lin Bozhou asked softly: "Your Majesty loves Cui Lang?"

Emperor Xuanhe's hands trembled a little: "He played chess with me for four months."

"Traitors confuse His Majesty in this way. They use their beautiful singing voice, beautiful appearance, and superb chess skills to confuse and win affection. In fact, they are all to share the power in His Majesty's hands." Lin Bozhou said, "I will return to Guzhou soon. I hope His Majesty will keep these advices in mind."

Emperor Xuanhe opened his lips and nodded: "Brother Huang is right. I was reluctant to kill Cui Lang, so Brother Huang did it for me. It was a good kill."

He looked at Cui Lang's body for a while, with complicated emotions, he raised his hand: "Collect Cui Lang's body, and bury it properly—"

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and coughed lightly.

But just coughed and said nothing.

Emperor Xuanhe understood and looked at him: "Shouldn't it be buried?"

Lin Bozhou was silent for a while. The sound is slow.

"A courtier can still be buried safely, who dares to be a courtier?"

Emperor Xuanhe gritted his teeth: "Carry Cui Lang outside the Meridian Gate and kill the corpse!"

The body and head were quickly put away by the guards, the head was held in one hand, the body was dragged like a ball of mud, and led to the outside of the Meridian Gate.

Everyone present was stunned, and no one dared to speak in a daze. The terrified eyes were not looking at Emperor Xuanhe, but Lin Bozhou.

The chess room was quiet for a while.

"Your Majesty has done a good job," Lin Bozhou said softly, "but besides Cui Lang, there is someone else who must be killed."

Emperor Xuanhe's mind was empty, and he looked at him blankly: "Who?"

"Marquis of Zhenguan."

"Marquis of Zhenguan? Because he wants to kill the emperor?"

"no."

Lin Bozhou's tone was flat, as if he completely disregarded his own life and death, and only considered the national system and the overall situation.

"Because he insulted His Majesty's dignity by falsely propagating the imperial decree during the war, and turned his back on the public for personal gain. It is obviously not beneficial to the war, but he tried to steal the military merits of 100,000 soldiers, thinning the Beijing army and enriching himself. This kind of talent is a wolf's ambition."

"Thin the Beijing army and fatten himself..." The confusion in Emperor Xuanhe's eyes was slowly dispelled.

"Yes, Zhenguanhou will also be killed."

From the moment when he suddenly saw the blood, Emperor Xuanhe suddenly returned to the shadow of swords and swords when he ascended the throne. He was quite frightened, but Lin Bozhou arranged everything in an orderly manner, and he gradually calmed down.

Even if Brother Huang's killing was a bit outrageous just now, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Brother Huang is going back to Guzhou soon, and if he can't pose a threat to him, let him be rude once.

Emperor Xuanhe's mind cleared up, and he strode out: "Where's the military newspaper in Jizhou? Bring it up! I want to read it all again!"

"Damn Marquis of Zhenguan, dare to steal the military merits of the imperial brother and the Beijing army, and even kill the royal family and my brother, it is so audacious!"

Emperor Xuanhe walked out of the chess room quickly, and when he reached the steps where human blood remained, he walked around.

Lin Bozhou followed behind him, his snow-white shoes moving slowly.

"My lord, be careful."

When he reached the pools of blood, Lin Bozhou paused.

Immediately, like a blind man who doesn't see anything, without hesitation, he stepped on the clean shoes on the human blood, and Yazheng left.

The sky is approaching evening, and the wind and snow are intensifying.

An ordinary courtyard house, with a pot of plum blossoms planted in the corner, the snow is a bit heavy, and a copper stove brazier is placed in the main room, with red charcoal fire burning inside.

There was a table next to the brazier, and two people were sitting there.

"Princess, cut it like this, cut it like this."

Zhang Hu held the red window grille paper and a pair of scissors. His rough hands seemed to have aura, and he cut the paper into unusually delicate patterns, which were two carps leaping over the dragon gate.

Meng Huan's eyes widened, surprised: "You are amazing."

But the look in his eyes was only for a second, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the gate of the yard again.

His sight almost pierced through the door.

"It's okay, we in Guzhou, every household will cut it soon after the Chinese New Year." Zhang Hu said foolishly, "When the princess goes to Guzhou to find a woman to learn from, it will definitely be better than the general. .”

"..."

Meng Huan sighed.

He muttered softly: "Why are you going to Guzhou..."

He is probably going to be a widow.

Thinking about it, Meng Huan sniffed, wanting to cry.

Lin Bozhou was led into the palace this morning. It is said that he went to see the emperor. As for what happened from morning to now, Meng Huan has no idea what happened so far, so he can only sit in the courtyard and wait for him to come back.

...Anyway, Meng Huan couldn't think of Lin Bozhou's situation to see the emperor, so he felt that Lin Bozhou would die.

But Lin Bozhou was so confident, Meng Huan couldn't bear to hit him, so he stopped talking for a long time, and sent him out in the morning with tears in his eyes.

Now, tears are waiting for him to go home.

Seeing that Wang Hao's dark almond eyes were moist again, Zhang Hu sighed, "I will cut another dragon for you at the end."

Meng Huan shook his head: "I'm definitely going to be a widow."

Zhang Hu sighed: "That's not necessarily true."

Meng Huan threw the paper-cut away, raised his head, and said in a tired voice, "If Lin Bozhou doesn't come back, I'm going to cry, woo woo woo."

"..."

Zhang Hu held the scissors, feeling very complicated.

He is a group of Guzhou cronies who grew up with Lin Bozhou. In his impression, Lin Bozhou was surprisingly smart, agile, intelligent, gloomy and handsome when he was a teenager. Throwing flowers like rain, following behind, has been passed down for several years as "The Prince in Tsing Yi".

Having been with him for so many years, Lin Bozhou is good at everything, but he got married too late and has high vision. It seems that he still looks down on ordinary people and must marry a very special one.

Zhang Hu usually thinks, what kind of special person can capture the heart of the prince.

Meng Huan wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, what do we do when lin bozhou is dead."

"..."

Zhang Hu sighed and put down the scissors.

If you don't understand, just.

At the gate of the snow-covered courtyard, there were suddenly two knocks on the door. Zhang Hu quickly stood up, walked to the door, and put his ear to the door.

"who?"

Outside the door was an eunuch's voice: "My lord, let me take the princess back to the mansion."

Zhang Hu opened the courtyard door.

There is a luxurious carriage parked on the street, the canopy is covered with thin snow, the horses are pacing leisurely, and their noses are blowing out bursts of hot air.

go home?

Meng Huan raised his eyes and stood up.

what happened?

He only knew that Lin Bozhou would go back to the yard if he was alive, but he didn't seem to say anything about returning home?

Zhang Hu walked to the carriage, a slender and distinct finger bone was exposed from the curtain, and then Lin Bozhou's side face was poked out: "Where's Huanhuan?"

It really is Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan's heartbeat quickened suddenly, and he strode forward, the wind and snow blew his eyes cool, he probably took a breath of air-conditioning suddenly, the tip of his nose was also very sore, Meng Huan ran into the carriage while crying.

Running to the side of the carriage, Meng Huan's eyes were red, and hot mist breathed from his lips.

"Come up quickly, and return to the palace."

Lin Bozhou reached out his hand from the carriage, his palm was warm, and he firmly held his palm. Meng Huan climbed into the carriage, and the moment the curtain was lowered, he fell forward and fell heavily into Lin Bozhou's arms.

The boy's body carried the coolness of the wind and snow, and he crashed into it all of a sudden. Lin Bozhou stretched out his arms to steady himself, as if he had been hit a bit hard, he let out a low chuckle.

"Okay, hold on."

His hand went up, and quickly stroked Meng Huan's shoulders to the back of his neck.

Looking up slightly, the cold liquid was stained on the ear and neck, which seemed to be a drop of tears.

"Why is Huanhuan crying?" The voice seemed surprised.

Meng Huan rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, his nose was red, and he was crying.

The voice was particularly aggrieved: "You make me worry to death."