Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The car driver who returned to the fief headed all the way to the northwest.

After walking for more than two months, every time Lin Bozhou arrived at a state capital, the local governor of the state capital would go out of the city to greet him, bringing out the most delicious local food and the most mellow wine to entertain Lin Bozhou. Go slowly, walk faster when the scenery is not good, and stop wherever Meng Huan wants.

— These two months are said to be a rush, but more like a long-distance trip.

Meng Huan went back to Liaodong for more than half a month in a daze. He was anxious to fight the war when he went, and he was anxious to go to Beijing when he came back.

—As expected of the retirement life at the end of the plot line.

"Master, there is a Futu Temple in the city ahead. It is full of incense. It is said that making a wish is very effective. Whether it is marriage, childbirth, or seeking wealth and safety, master, do you want to go and see it?" You Jin opened the curtain and asked outside.

After returning to Guzhou, he can no longer leave the fief at will. Many landscapes on the road may only be seen once in a lifetime. Meng Huan nodded: "Go, go!"

He took Lin Bozhou's hand beside him: "Husband, stay with me."

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Okay."

"Wait, wait, you are a prince, and the trip is a big one. The temple will definitely clear other guests in order to welcome you. That would be too exciting." Meng Huan said, "Let's bring a few guards and not reveal our identities."

Lin Bozhou agreed to whatever he said, with a smile: "Okay, listen to Huanhuan."

He picked up the cane, held the curtain open with his slender knuckles, and got out of the carriage.

In the early spring, the weather was freezing cold, and the ground was covered with a deep layer of snow. Meng Huan wore a red cloak with a white fox collar, revealing a fair and handsome face, no matter how you looked at it, it was fresh and bright.

"There are so many people here." Meng Huan led Lin Bozhou to look around.

"Is it crowded?"

"Not crowded, very lively."

The temple is outside the city, and the incense is really strong, and the branches along the steps are covered with red blessing notes, which let the cold wind blow and rush.

Meng Huan twiddled his fingers, looked down at one, and turned to Lin Bozhou with great interest: "I want to write too."

"Okay," Lin Bozhou laughed, "What wish should we Huanhuan write?"

"Write..." Meng Huan scratched his head and thought for a while.

Think about it carefully, isn't writing a wish card all about good health and wealth, early birth, precious son, and eternal union? Now that the original book has come to an end, he and Lin Bozhou have everything, the only regret is—

Meng Huan said seriously: "I want to write, I hope my husband's eyes will get better soon."

The cold wind was bitter, and Lin Bozhou was quiet for a while with the wind on his back.

"Huanhuan is worried about her husband's eyes?"

"Well," Meng Huan said, "Now we only have this one regret."

Lin Bozhou couldn't help but smile.

His eyes were covered with white gauze, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lips lifted into a smile: "It's good to see if you can't see."

"..." Hearing what he said, Meng Huan's face turned red.

"What did you say?"

Meng Huan blushed and was stunned, as if he couldn't understand, and asked him angrily.

"I said," Lin Bozhou really repeated, "It's good to see something you can't see."

"..."

shameless.

Meng Huan knows what it means without explaining, Lin Bozhou's eyes are bad, Meng Huan has been taking care of him day and night during this period, and he is more active in bed than before, and often rubs against his arms to comfort Lin Bozhou's fragile and sensitive heart, so good that Lin Bozhou is soft-hearted endlessly.

Meng Huan pursed his lips, not wanting to argue with a blind man, so he said, "Buddhist holy land, don't say such things, it's a bit offensive."

He gently squeezed Lin Bozhou's fingertips.

Lin Bozhou held his hand instead, and smiled: "I won't talk about it as a husband."

Meng Huan snorted, ran to the place where the wishing paper was sold, spent money to buy one, and then wrote on it.

Lin Bozhou took a few steps closer and lowered his eyes. The white gauze covered his eyes was thin, just to keep out the wind. Through the white gauze, he could see clearly what Meng Huan wrote.

"—bless your husband with eyes that can see."

One stroke and one stroke, jerky and stiff but neat calligraphy.

After thinking about it, I added, "There will be no recurrence of eye diseases in the future."

He was still muttering, "Xinnan would like to be a vegetarian all his life."

Like a child just learning to write.

"..."

Lin Bozhou lifted the corner of his lips and smiled.

"Huanhuan's handwriting is still so ugly?"

Meng Huan was suddenly annoyed: "How do you know that my handwriting is not good-looking if you can't see it? It's really annoying to guess based on stereotypes."

Lin Bozhou's smile deepened: "I just remembered when Huanhuan first came to the palace."

His handwriting is not good-looking, and he can't read all the words. When Shanshu taught him to be strict, he would hold his hands and cry. He stayed up late at night to copy characters and had to be taught by Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was frustrated: "Why can't I write well?"

"It's okay," Lin Bozhou said warmly, "I will teach you for my husband when I go back to Guzhou."

Meng Huan: "Have you stopped Mr. Shanshu from teaching?"

Lin Bozhou half-bent his back, and said in a tender voice, "Don't let him teach, he is too strict with you, which makes you unhappy, so I'd better teach my husband himself."

Meng Huan blushed, and replied shyly, "Sure."

A look of reluctance.

At this time, he also forgot that Lin Bozhou was blind.

He took the red paper and hung it on the tree, making sure that it would not be blown down by the wind, and clapped his hands: "Okay, okay!"

Writing a wish on a red paper is not enough for Meng Huan, "I also want to go to Buddha and donate merits. I am afraid that he will not grant my wish if I am not sincere enough."

Lin Bozhou paused, then smiled: "Well, let's go together."

Going up the steps to the Dharma field outside the main hall, there are many pilgrims and crowds, probably today is still a good day to enter the temple, much more prosperous than usual.

Many small vendors selling herbs or cakes were also placed, and there were some fortune-telling demigods sitting beside them, holding up a hanging cloth, and some people sat in front of the stalls and asked this and that.

Lin Bozhou glanced at it, and Meng Huan's warning sounded in his ears.

"I'll go in and pay my respects, so don't come here, just wait for me."

Lin Bozhou belongs to the royal family, so he doesn't kneel down easily.

He stopped under the eaves and nodded: "OK."

Meng Huan went to the Buddhist hall, knelt down on the small futon with his knees soft, and clasped his hands together.

His drooping eyebrows and eyes are clean, and the profile of his face is clean and beautiful. Lips fluttered, muttering.

Don't listen, the chanting must be, "I hope the Buddha and Bodhisattva will bless my husband, and my eyes will recover soon, and I can see the light. I beg you."

After reading it three times, Meng Huan looked up at the Buddha.

As the monk struck the wooden fish, he seriously kowtowed three times.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and his heart was quiet for a while.

Meng Huan's demeanor after waking up was innocent and simple, unlike Meng Xueming, a child who could be educated by an official family, but on the contrary, he seemed to have never learned any rules, especially against kneeling and worshiping—

This was the first time I saw him kowtow seriously.

After Meng Huan kowtowed, he stood up and threw a piece of silver into the merit box, as if he felt that it was not enough and put another piece. The appearance of standing next to the box and looking into the brain is very cute.

"..." Lin Bozhou laughed again.

Meng Huan came out: "Phew, it's done."

Give him your hand: "You can go back if you go shopping again."

The young man is curious, he is new to everything, and he has a sense of fate to go back to Guzhou, which he can only see once in his life. Lin Bozhou led him by the hand: "Okay, let's go shopping."

Meng Huan bought a pack of shortbread and ate it while wandering around the temple. While walking, he was caught by a bragging fortune teller next to the stall.

Gods and ghosts are the most attractive things. This person has a loud voice, and he can talk like a hype, attracting a large group of people around him: "You will definitely lose your money this year and next year. Your fortune is in the south. If you insist on going north, who will lose your money if you don't?" Lost money? The world is going to be in chaos, don’t you know? The regent left the capital, this is the true dragon’s loss of position, the evil things in the capital can’t be suppressed, and they have started to harm people everywhere!”

Meng Huan stopped in his tracks.

Someone wanted to cover his mouth: "What real dragon? The real dragon is sitting on the dragon chair!"

Fortune teller: "Can't you tell who is the real dragon? The regent has been in the capital for the past few years, and the weather has been smooth, and he has lived and worked in peace and contentment. As soon as the regent left Beijing, there were rebellions in Liaodong. Now there are rebellions in the south and rebellion in the east. The one on the dragon chair An evil spirit who can't suppress the dynasty at all, just look at it, the disaster hasn't begun yet!"

Meng Huan scratched his head and looked at Lin Bozhou inexplicably.

Lin Bozhou shook his head lightly: "Nonsense."

His words were heard by the fortune teller, and he looked up at him: "Master, who are you talking nonsense? Let me tell you, these words of mine were said by the patriarch. "Tiangangdishazhen" can only be suppressed by the horoscope of the regent. As soon as he leaves Beijing, the sky will change."

He was serious, and the people around were surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, they nodded: "You are right."

"As soon as the regent left Beijing, he did start fighting everywhere."

"Not to mention the war, but also confiscate our food, two conscriptions in three days, and my two sons have also gone to the capital."

"Oh, I don't know why, but the grain in my warehouse is still moldy."

"..."

The fortune teller nodded: "This is a sign that the evil spirits in the capital can't be suppressed. It will only become more fierce and will not calm down, so you will become more and more unlucky. Food will be confiscated, your son will die in battle, and your money will be scattered—but there are some things in the poor way. A talisman only needs a hundred texts, and I have invited this talisman to ensure that the evil spirits of the imperial city will not come to touch our bad luck."

Meng Huan: "..."

See the poor dagger in the picture.

Selling talismans is the original intention.

The people dispersed in a hurry.

Seeing that everyone walked away shaking their heads, and didn't buy it, the fortune teller was quite frustrated: "Good words are hard to persuade ghosts who want to die, do you want to buy it or not!"

Lin Bozhou didn't leave, his clean shoes moved in the snow and approached.

The fortune-teller's eyes lit up: "Master, do you want to buy a talisman?"

Lin Bozhou picked up one with his fingertips, handed over the money, and said, "Let me ask you, who did you learn this trick from?"

"Ah? What words?"

"The regent is a real dragon. As soon as he leaves the capital, the dynasty can't hold back his words."

The fortune teller laughed: "Don't you believe it? Buy a charm if you don't believe it?"

"I really don't believe it, but I still want to ask."

The old fortune-teller looked at him. He was dressed in clothes that were too luxurious to see the material, and his eyes were covered with white gauze. It was widely rumored in the capital that the eyes of the regent were blinded by white gauze, but who would dare to guess from the fairy above? The fortune teller thought he was a serious scholar, so he collected the money and said:

"This is really not groundless. All the fellow Taoists I met along the way said the same thing. It is true that Pindao learned it on the road, but it is not nonsense."

Lin Bozhou: "It's not nonsense, what's the point?"

"As soon as the regent left, the capital was indeed in chaos, and the rebels also rose up," the fortune teller packed his bags. "The alien invasion in Liaodong was suppressed by the regent. At that time, there were signs of overthrowing the country. Now that he is gone, evil spirits are causing chaos. Da Zong will be finished sooner or later, hehe, unless, poor people see, the regent becomes emperor..."

Lin Bozhou took the talisman, turned and left, and threw it into the quagmire.

After walking down the steps, Meng Huan said, "He really dares to say that."

"It's really courageous."

In the ancient cultural atmosphere, in order to ensure the majesty and inviolability of imperial power, these words that shake people's hearts are absolutely forbidden.

Looking back, Meng Huan asked, "If he reports to the police, will he be arrested for deceiving people with his lies?"

"Yes. Even capital punishment."

But along the way, he said that many people said so, and they have not been arrested yet, which shows that the atmosphere of public opinion hanging over the heads of the people is a bit strange.

Meng Huan thought hard, "Should we stop it? What if it causes you trouble." For example, the emperor was upset when he knew these words, so he killed Lin Bozhou in a fit of anger.

Lin Bozhou turned his head and smiled at him.

"No, it's too troublesome. Besides, I said I won't be involved in politics any more. It has nothing to do with us."

So it's not just okay?

These words were passed on by Lin Bozhou himself.

...The regent left the capital, the evil spirits in the capital could not be suppressed, and the dynasty was about to overthrow and create chaos...

The human heart always seeks stability. When you feel that your life is going downhill and not as good as before, you will feel resentment in your heart, longing to return to the previous stable life.

They didn't care whether Lin Bozhou was the regent, whether he checked and balanced the imperial power, or whether he threatened the emperor, they didn't have a view of the overall situation. The people are only human beings, and when they are human, they must eat enough, sleep well, and live a peaceful life. They knew that Lin Bozhou could quell the war and feed them, that was enough, and it was enough for the common people to like him and flatter him.

"Where else do you want to go?" Lin Bozhou asked in a low voice.

Meng Huan stayed where he was, pondering what Lin Bozhou said, it seemed quite reasonable.

That's right, no matter what they say, he and Lin Bozhou are not involved in political affairs anymore.

Meng Huan: "I also ask for a safety talisman to keep us safe."

Lin Bozhou was as tender as water: "Okay."

The peace talisman is in another Buddhist hall, and you can light a lamp for blessings. A lamp costs a hundred coins, and there are also prices of one or nine taels. Meng Huan hesitated for a while, then said, "Order one or two."

Lin Bozhou: "Why don't you order the most expensive one?"

Meng Huan: "Your money didn't come from a strong wind. Besides, praying for blessings is just buying a psychological hint, and one tael is not cheap."

He has a serious face, and what he said is serious, as if he wants to live with Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou smiled in a low voice: "Okay, then light one or two lamps."

The monk handed over a piece of red paper, on which the name and birthday of the person who prayed was written.

This piece of paper was different from the red note I prayed for just now. It was very small and narrow. Meng Huan tried to write on it, but the brush the other party gave me was thick, and as soon as I wrote a brush, Meng Huan called out: "Damn it! Write it down!" No more than two names!"

The monk glanced at it, helplessly: "This paper can only write one person, but if you insist on writing two people, of course you can't write it."

"..." Meng Huan held back and said nothing, you just want us to light two lamps, right?

He refused to admit defeat, pursed his lips, and carefully stared at the paper: "I write carefully."

By the ear, Lin Bozhou looked down for a while, and said, "If you can't write it, write it for your husband."

Meng Huan: "How can you write if you can't see?"

The pen between the fingers was pinched by the slender fingers, and the corner of the red paper was also gently pressed by the fingers.

After turning the tip of the pen to the inkstone and getting rid of the ink, Lin Bozhou added the character "Huan" after the crooked "Meng" character written by Meng Huan. There are sharp corners in the moisture, which is extremely beautiful.

Meng Huan looked at the words added on the red paper.

"Birthday horoscope, when you were born in the morning, remember to write it too." The monk reminded.

Lowercase letters line by line, neatly arranged in columns.

-It seems that Meng Huan wrote the first character poorly, very poorly.

"Okay." Lin Bozhou finished writing and put down the brush.

There was not a drop of ink on his finger, it was clean.

Meng Huan blinked and looked up at him, eyes filled with surprise.

"How can you write without eyesight"?

Lin Bozhou took his hand and said, "Actually—"

Meng Huan: "You are amazing."

"..."

Folding the paper and putting it under the lamp, Meng Huan said, "I knew you could write and let you write just now. You write beautifully."

Lin Bozhou licked his teeth lightly with the tip of his tongue, paused, and smiled unconsciously: "You can't see, but you can write?"

"That's right, that's why you are amazing." Meng Huan was convinced.

"..."

Looking at his clear and bright eyes, Lin Bozhou couldn't help but sigh: "Really."

The lamp was lit and placed on the prayer altar. Meng Huan took him by the hand and left the hall. He changed the subject on his own: "What else is there for fun? If not, let's go back."

Lin Bozhou finally felt that he had to seriously talk to his wife about the eyes.

A stall was set up under the eaves next to it, and stacks of books were placed. Lin Bozhou said: "Huanhuan, how many scriptures should I buy?"

Meng Huan scratched his head: "Huh? Then take a look."

They walked to the stall. Lin Bozhou pressed his fingertips on the spine of the book, and gently pulled it, and he took a book in his hand, which read "Ksitigarbha Sutra". Turn a page at will.

"'In the evil world of the five turbidities, I educate and transform such strong beings, subdue their minds, abandon evil and return to righteousness. There are still evil habits in one or two out of ten. I also have thousands of billions of bodies, and I set up expedients widely. If there is a beneficial root, it will be heard immediately. Believe and accept. There may be good results. Diligent persuasion will achieve success.'”

Lin Bozhou didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he didn't read any scriptures, so he read them after reading them.

Meng Huan leaned closer to look at the book in his hand: "The five turbidities and evil world...Education is like this, strengthening all beings and making people's hearts..."

There is no sentence to read in this Buddhist book, and he couldn't understand every sentence, and he couldn't read it.

"Education is so strong that it makes people subdue." Lin Bozhou said.

Meng Huan followed up and read: "Teaching and transforming such a strong sentient being, it is easy to subdue."

"I also have thousands of billions of clones."

"I also have thousands of billions of clones..."

"...Maybe there will be good results, diligently advise—"

The other two words are on the next page, Lin Bozhou paused, flipped the page, and continued, "- Achievement."

Meng Huan stared at the page, his voice paused, and he stopped reading.

He slowly raised his face and looked at Lin Bozhou.

The boy's eyes were round and dark like a frightened cat with dilated pupils. He stared at Lin Bozhou intently, his expression changed from dazed to sober.

"You can see."

Lin Bozhou put the Buddhist scriptures together and put them back in place: "I can see them now."

"When did I make a wish just now?"

The cold wind was blowing, and the air seemed to be stagnant for a while.

If it is said that I can see it after making a wish just now, it is very romantic, maybe it can be cheated, but Lin Bozhou paused for a moment, and then said softly: "No."

Meng Huan opened his lips: "When was that?"

Lin Bozhou: "Those days at the General Military Mansion."

Meng Huan tilted his head and thought for a while, that was two or three months ago.

He thought of the few dates added to the chicken soup.

Is that time?

An inexplicable feeling surged up, and he was a little blocked, as if he couldn't bear the boredom, but Meng Huan still asked the reason seriously: "Why do you pretend not to see?"

"For them, being a husband is like some kind of uncontrollable beast. Even if they are put in a cage, they will worry, and they will make trouble if they are afraid of getting out of the cage. The way to let them down their guard is to cut off the beast's claws and pull out its teeth , Broken legs and feet, even if they are sent back to the mountains, they will not become a sick tiger. My husband still pretends to be blind, just to prove that he is a useless person, so that they can let go of their guard."

…An acceptable reason, after all, life is the most important thing.

Meng Huan nodded, and hummed understandingly: "So that's the case."

But the stuffy feeling in my heart didn't go away, my chest was stuffy, but my mind was empty, I didn't know what to say.

Meng Huan's interest in visiting the temple suddenly disappeared, and he shook his head: "Go back."

I was happy when I came, and the atmosphere was silent when I went back.

Meng Huan walked in front, and Lin Bozhou walked behind, with a distance of one or two steps in between.

His hands were empty, Meng Huan was used to leading him away who couldn't be seen, and now he doesn't.

Being blown by the cold wind, the point of dissatisfaction in his heart became clearer and clearer. Lin Bozhou didn't tell him about restoring his vision, which made him worry for an extra three months, which Meng Huan found very unacceptable.

But... Lin Bozhou was in an emergency when he was dealing with this matter. It would have been difficult for him to pretend he was blind, let alone tell himself that if he accidentally revealed his secrets, or acted with him for three months without being spotted by the group of people, Meng Huan will also be under a lot of pressure.

...But, my heart is blocked.

"Huanhuan, the road to the post station is on the right, and the carriage is parked in the woods."

Behind him, Lin Bozhou reminded him softly.

Hearing his voice, Meng Huan also seemed to have something wrong, but he didn't want him to find out that he was unhappy, so he quickly said "Hmm!"

Well, it's a bit deliberate, and the sound seems strange.

Meng Huan walked quickly to the carriage.

After entering, sit next to him, leaving an empty seat for Lin Bozhou.

The curtain was lifted, a tall figure hung down, and the shadow immediately filled the carriage.

Meng Huan said quickly: "Well, husband, I'm a little tired, I'll take a nap for a while..."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

He could feel the sinking of the carriage, and after Lin Bozhou sat down, there was a warm and faint sandalwood fragrance, and those warm hands took his hand, closed it and rubbed it gently.

A thin layer of calluses formed on the palm of his hand because of leaning on the cane, causing a slight pain in his flesh.

Meng Huan closed his eyes and wanted to pull his hand out.

A rebellious thought arose in his heart, even... he didn't want Lin Bozhou to touch him now.

However, he didn't want Lin Bozhou to know that he was being awkward. After all, it seemed better not to tell him about the recovery of vision. It would be bad if it really messed up his plan, not to mention that it would make him careless to worry about it. Big picture awareness.

Meng Huan's hand in his palm gradually became extremely stiff.

There was a deep sigh in his ear.

"Huanhuan."

The sound is clear to the ears.

Meng Huan closed his eyes, trying to pretend he didn't hear.

But in the next second, he was hugged into his arms.

Lin Bozhou put his hands on his shoulders and neck and hugged him close, he could feel his slightly mocking smile, the hot air overflowed from his lips to the tip of his nose, and tremblingly penetrated into his bones.

"Fool…"

He lowered his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, "Why can't you even get angry?"