Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

—in a cup.

It is a love potion that can turn a normal person into an alpha in estrus, who will frantically find someone to hug and hug like a beast.

Meng Huan didn't expect him to pay attention to this glass of wine, but now he happened to bring it up again, pursed his lips, and just wanted to repeat the excuse that day—

"Wait." Lin Bozhou raised his eyes to signal him to stop.

Meng Huan: "What's wrong?"

"Huanhuan is going to lie."

Lin Bozhou's eyes curled up, with a half-smile, "Because Huanhuan's ears are closed again."

Meng Huan: "...?"

Is there such a thing?

Do you close your ears when you lie?

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou suspiciously, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his ears... It seemed that he was really leaning back a little, like the rabbit ears that were receding.

qwq.

Judging from his tone, it seems that he discovered it a long time ago, but he didn't point it out. Does this mean that Lin Bozhou has been watching his own jokes, like watching a monkey?

Meng Huan's back was stiff, he restrained his ears from moving, and said stiffly, "I'm not lying, but the cup is dirty. I changed it, and there's nothing in it."

If Lin Bozhou knew that they were giving love potions and tried to escape by Ma Dao Shanxing, the three of them would probably die together. Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin did this to help themselves, and Meng Huan would feel bad if they were implicated.

Meng Huan made up his mind not to admit it.

"Huanhuan doesn't want to admit it?"

Lin Bozhou's tone didn't mean to blame, and the tail tone was low, as if chatting normally, even a little doting.

Meng Huan began to pretend to be confused and dizzy: "Admit what? I don't understand~"

Lin Bozhou said slowly: "I won't be angry if I admit it, I just want to find out what the purpose of the person who drugged Huanhuan is."

"Drugs?"

Meng Huan suddenly looked up at him and repeated.

His almond-shaped eyes were wide open, as if he didn't hear clearly, but the word "medicine" was enough to make his heart beat wildly, he bumped and said, "medicine... what medicine..."

His expression was mixed with five-point pretending to be dumb, five-point really dumb.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his lips, and stopped the topic in an unclear manner.

In the past two days, Meng Huan's anger and indifference to others has more or less invaded his mind, and he is a little absent-minded from time to time when he is busy with government affairs. At that time, the romantic son Shen Qingyu, whose child was three years old, came to congratulate him: "The prince is very proud recently?"

Lin Bozhou: "How do you know that this king is proud?"

"Hahaha you came to the Meridian Gate for half an hour that night. Everyone knows it. When the officials asked about the mountain trip, they found out that the prince was busy pampering the little princess and almost stopped court." Shen Qingyu, "Tsk tsk tsk."

Lin Bozhou didn't bother to talk to him, and said after a while: "He's a little angry with me."

Shen Qingyun analyzed to him the reason why the princess was angry: "Shy! It must be shy! Boys are made of water, especially young people who have not been human, and they are very shy when encountering such things. The prince must understand, the first time you meet the princess, I had my best time, but the concubine will suffer a lot, so it's normal to have a little temper."

After hearing this, Lin Bozhou hummed, feeling a little enlightened.

He, Meng Huan, was angry that he was too unscrupulous that night.

Meng Huan is obviously timid, afraid of pain, psychologically fragile and sensitive, even a little afraid of people, even if he took the initiative to woo, but the process made him very unhappy, he should feel uncomfortable and blame himself, so Lin Bozhou didn't think anything, I just want to coax him and make him happy.

But looking at it now, Meng Huan looked confused, and had no idea how their night started. It seemed that things were more complicated than imagined.

Lin Bozhou never denied Meng Huan's hostility towards him. If he wanted to get more things, trying to sleep with him to achieve it was indeed a good way. It would not only strengthen his courage, but also make him confused.

So after going to bed, Lin Bozhou gave him the title and benefits that should be given, and he did everything Meng Huan wanted. Only now, he found that the absurd thing that happened that night was not Meng Huan's initiative; the seduction was also not Meng Huan's wish.

Lin Bozhou asked: "Does Huanhuan still remember what happened in the carriage that night?"

Meng Huan's expression was blank: "What happened in the carriage? I was too drunk and sleepy. I must be sleeping. I don't remember."

"..."

Lin Bozhou gently closed his lips and stopped talking.

His eyes were originally gentle, but slowly they became a bit cool, and became as calm as an ancient pool of water.

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were originally narrow and cold, and the tails of his eyes were slightly upturned. When he smiled, he would look a bit evil, but if the corners of his lips were slowed down, his temperament would instantly become extremely indifferent.

The atmosphere turned cold, Meng Huan noticed something and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

He thought Lin Bozhou was angry with him.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking. After a while, he spoke with a half smile but not a smile: "We are happy, it seems that we have been cheated again."

Meng Huan: "..."

After all the dishes were served at the dinner table, the servants retreated one after another. There was a dazzling array of meals, and only Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan were sitting on the table.

Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks, still feeling uncomfortable: "What do you mean 'again'?"

Why did Meng Huan not feel that she was cheated at all? But according to what Lin Bozhou said, he seems to be often deceived?

Knowing that he is smart, but Meng Huan didn't like being treated as a fool, so he twitched his lips lightly: "My lord can speak directly if he has something to say."

But it's kind of embarrassing to say the least.

Lin Bozhou rested his hands on the edge of the chair, his eyes and eyebrows covered with shadows were quiet. If it was said that Meng Huan was drugged by a friend and passionately courted him for love in the carriage, would Meng Huan be extremely ashamed and indignant, and even so annoyed that he hit the post on the spot?

Huanhuan didn't really like herself, and she suffered a little bit that night. Saying this sentence seemed to make her more reasonable...

— looked less like a husband who forced him.

However, this sentence should not be said by Lin Bozhou.

The real problem in Meng Huan's heart was that he slept with her, even if he took the initiative to seduce her, but knowing the result, she would feel better and not even blame herself?

He already hated Lin Bozhou, on the contrary, he would think that you slept with me and said that I seduced you, you are reluctant, you are too noble, right?

You will also say, can you not hold back once someone seduces you? What a man.

"..."

His little Huanhuan is an emotional person with a strange brain circuit.

You have to stroke your hair.

So it is necessary to clear up the grievances, but this truth should never be told by Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou gently pulled the corner of his lips, put down the wine glass, and looked at him with both eyes: "I will protect Huanhuan well in the future."

"..." Meng Huan was puzzled.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, seemed to be smiling, but also didn't seem to be smiling: "Otherwise, I'm afraid that Huanhuan will be sold by someone in the future, and I have to count the money."

"..."

The light was dim, and Lin Bozhou watched him write for a while, then he started to walk in the direction of the bedroom under the light carried by the eunuch.

Walking to the door, I happened to meet Shan Xing who was squatting under the eaves, yawning: "My lord hasn't studied in the past two days, tsk tsk, it's really easy for a man to slack off after marrying a beautiful princess, but..."

Shan Xing paused and looked at him, "I think the prince didn't seem to be able to sleep in the princess's residence either?"

"..."

It's normal, Meng Huan won't let Lin Bozhou touch him now, he will blow up and get angry if he touches it.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, looked indifferent, did not speak, and stepped on the white marble steps.

Shan Xing's tone was sleepy: "I've been squatting here for a long time, waiting to read to the prince. Since the prince doesn't study, why didn't he send a letter to someone?"

"Ah," Lin Bozhou said warmly, "I went to Wangfei's yard when I returned home, I forgot."

Shan Xing: "..."

Shan Xing scratched his head. As a clearer, he was not angry at all, so he said, "Okay, if it's okay, the little one will go back to sleep first—"

He waited for Lin Bozhou to say "Go down", but in the end, Lin Bozhou was silent for a while, instead of saying anything, he asked inexplicably, "How much do you remember about what happened in the carriage that day?"

"Carriage?" Shan Xing asked, "Your lord, you mean the day the princess leaves the palace?"

Lin Bozhou: "Yes."

As soon as I mentioned this mountain trip, I didn't feel sleepy. The movement in the carriage at that time was really shameless... Oh no, I didn't restrain myself. He followed the carriage, and from time to time he could hear the princess acting like a baby, hugging Lin Bozhou wanting to be dissatisfied. But Lin Bozhou, who has always been calm and calm, Lin Bozhou, who is strict with everything in the mansion, and Lin Bozhou, who hides a knife in his smile, is soft on the outside and warm on the outside, but has been coaxing him with a good temper, and even helped Meng Huan pull his collar like a child, so gentle Nothing.

For Shan Xing, I have never seen this since I was a child.

It can only prove that beauty is really a boning knife.

Because this fact is too outrageous, Shan Xing repeatedly filtered it in his mind, so he remembered it very clearly. He said, "Remember, what's wrong?"

"How much do you remember?" Lin Bozhou asked again.

Shanxing glanced at him confirmingly: "I remember all of them."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and hummed: "Then you find an opportunity to go to the princess's yard tomorrow to talk about it. You don't need to be too straightforward, just let the princess realize that he took the medicine that day and take the initiative."

Shan Xing's face crumpled into a ball.

How can the lord's ingenuity to deal with the courtiers be used to deal with the princess?

Shan Xing: "Why doesn't your lord go?"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows calmly: "It's not appropriate for me to say it, Huanhuan will be angry."

Shan Xing immediately understood, and frowned again: "But the princess knows that I am the prince's man, so if I go and talk about it, wouldn't it be inappropriate?"

If it is a battle in the court, it is easy to think that the words of the mountain trip came from Lin Bozhou's instruction.

This is the most basic vigilance.

Lin Bozhou glanced at him again, he seemed unwilling to say, but he had to say: "Huanhuan, I can't think of so much, do you understand?"

"…"oh.

Shan Xing nodded, "Understood."

A brand new morning.

Meng Huan got up, stood in the yard, and stayed up late last night to finish writing. The maid was very excited now: "Princess, concubine, we can go fish in the lotus pond."

Ah Qing is also happy: "It's a hot day now, and the fish and shrimp in the pond will soon become fat. After touching it, wash it and stew it with water. The soup is thick and fragrant. Just thinking about it makes me feel greedy!"

Meng Huan was also very happy, picked up the small net bag and ran outside: "Let's go, let's go."

Although there were no mobile phones and computers in ancient times, the lives of the young masters and young ladies of rich families were like gods. Meng Huan ran all the way to the garden pond.

Amidst the laughter, they ran to the lotus pond. Meng Huan took off his shoes, picked up his robe and stepped into the water, feeling so happy.

The other maids touched the fish and shrimp, removed the stones and turned over the crabs, washed the mud in the dustpan, and then put them on the shore and dipped them in the water, which can prevent the fish from running out and prevent the fish and shrimp from getting out. Sunburned.

When the sun was shining, a voice came from behind: "Is the princess so happy?"

Meng Huan turned his head and saw Shan Xing standing under the porch with a smirk on his face.

Meng Huan immediately thought of Lin Bozhou, and his mood turned a little gray. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to swim in the river.

These Qing people are really free, they have no official status, they don’t have to work on errands, and Lin Bozhou rewards them with money to support them, so they spend a day in the palace, occasionally writing a few poems, drawing a few pictures, and handing them over to Lin Bozhou for viewing. It was a very refreshing day.

Shan Xing picked up the fish: "Hey! This fish is so fat!"

"..."

The last time Meng Huan saw him, he poured medicine into the cup at the inn, intending to numb him like a pig.

Therefore, Meng Huan felt somewhat guilty and was more friendly to him: "There are quite a lot of fish, why don't you take two back to eat?"

Shan Xing nodded: "Thank you, Princess."

"..."

Let me say casually that you really carry it, right? Meng Huan stopped talking, and counted the shrimp with his head down, looking bored.

Shan Xing asked: "Princess, how did you feel when you left the palace two days ago?"

He should be greeting. Meng Huan said, "Not very good."

"It's really not good," Shan Xingchang sighed, "That day, if the prince hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid—"

He sighed heavily again.

Meng Huan was a little guilty, and said yes, if Lin Bozhou hadn't come in time, you would have married a wife now.

Meng Huan continued to play with the fish and whispered in his ear, "Princess?"

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

"Does the princess know who the person who gave the medicine that day is?"

Meng Huan thought he had misheard this sudden sentence. He raised his head, and the sun shone into his eyes, making his face a little pale.

"What did you say?"

Shan Xing scratched his head, as if he was very distressed: "The prince has been investigating the person who drugged the princess these days, but he hasn't found out yet."

Drugging... the princess?

Meng Huan repeated slowly in his heart, and asked firmly, "Are you asking, give me medicine?"

His subtext—sure, not drugging you?

Shanxing showed doubts: "Wangfei can't remember at all? At that time, Wangfei was taken into the carriage by the prince, and the effect of the medicine began to take effect on the way. We bypassed the main street and took a side road to avoid the symptoms of the princess from being seen by outsiders."

The small fish in Meng Huan's hand fell into the water with a "crash".

impossible…

how could be?

It must be Shan Xing's joke, right? At that time, there was only a cup of drugged wine, which was poured into the flowers and plants by myself, how could it be Chinese medicine?

Meng Huan twisted his face, and asked from the bottom of his heart, "What are you talking about?"

The mountain was silent.

His expression was very serious, and he didn't half joke.

"The prince didn't tell the princess?"

If Lin Bozhou said this, Meng Huan would not believe it, but the person who spoke was Shan Xing, and he began to feel flustered.

There was a feeling of forgotten things slowly pouring into his mind, Meng Huan's back went numb, and he suddenly wanted to tell Shan Xing not to say anything, I wouldn't listen.

But Shan Xing has spoken—

"At that time, the concubine not only took the love potion, but also got drunk. On the way the prince took the concubine back to the mansion, the concubine suffered from the drug, and everyone in the company knew about it. It's just that the concubine thought it would damage the concubine's reputation, so he told us not to say anything."

"The love potion couldn't be cured, so the prince carried the princess to the bedroom."

"For the past few days, the prince has been thinking about the people who drugged the princess. Could it be the young master and Mr. Lu? But they are friends of the princess, right?"

"Who does the princess think it will be?"

"..."

Meng Huan's mind went blank, Shan Xing talked for a long while, only to feel a chill rushing from his back, making his head and feet cold.

But...it's very far from the spectrum.

Weird and outrageous.

Meng Huan insisted, "No, I don't have Chinese medicine."

"Ma'am, really..."

"I don't believe it!" Meng Huan gritted his teeth, "As long as I don't remember, I don't have Chinese medicine!"

"..."

Shan Xing still wanted to talk, but saw Meng Huan throw away his fishing bag and turned around, "I'm going back to the yard."

Shan Xing opened his mouth again, Meng Huan had already set foot on the way back, but the back view revealed an inexplicable panic.

"Bang bang bang—"

Meng Huan's heart beat so fast.

In his impression, he did not have any traditional Chinese medicine, but now he didn't know why, his heart was beating so fast, thumping, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

On the one hand, he doubted "what kind of mess he is talking about", but on the other hand, Meng Huan couldn't help but began to think, could it really be... Chinese medicine?

Before he could stand up, Meng Huan raised his hand first.

— stop.

Impossible, he can't take traditional Chinese medicine! Impossible!

At that time, only Xu Ruolin had the medicine, and Xu Ruolin was a friend of the original owner, how could he harm him!

impossible!

Talking about the impossibility, Meng Huan went into the yard, went back to his bed, and pulled the quilt over his head. He felt a dull heartbeat expanding in the quilt until it enveloped his ears infinitely, blocking all information.

...became very depressed for no reason.

Because he couldn't be sure whether Xu Ruolin really wouldn't hurt himself. This book is full of people who worked hard and schemed, with duplicity on the outside, why should he believe in Xu Ruolin, whom he only met once?

My heart became tight.

Thinking of Lin Bozhou again.

If he was asked to choose one of these people, he even began to be willing to choose him.

Meng Huan hated this unsafe environment so much.

Not long after lying on the ground, the maid called for dinner, and he came out to plan the rice. After the planing, his mood just improved a little, and there were footsteps at the door.

The little old man Shanshu put on his hat and said, "Meet Wangfei."

His expression was grim, "It's time to learn how to read."

"..."

Meng Huan's eyes darkened.

He closed his eyes and asked in his heart: Is this a nightmare?

Meng Huan was in a bad mood all afternoon.

He couldn't explain the irritability and throbbing in his heart, which may have come from Shan Xing's words, and anyway, his state of study in the afternoon was not good. Meng Huan's academic performance was not very good at first, unlike other people who can concentrate on studying, when he has something on his mind, he will be particularly impetuous.

So when Shanshu left, his face was very ugly: "Write a word in half a sheet, and check it tomorrow."

Meng Huan's current mood cannot be described in words.

It's extremely frustrating! Extremely irritable!

After eating, he started to catch up with homework.

Spread the paper and brushes on the table, writing each word, my wrist hurts from writing, how much I want to shout "Bold! I am the princess! How dare you give me so much homework!"

But when he thought of Shanshu's serious face, Meng Huan was afraid.

...Lin Bozhou didn't come today, so he couldn't save him from the fire and water.

…If Lin Bozhou was here, Shanshu would not dare to discipline him, and Lin Bozhou would not let Shanshu discipline him, let alone allow Shanshu to assign him so many homework, but dismiss him lightly, and then teach Meng Huan how to write.

...I don't know why, but Meng Huan is very determined.

No one can offend Lin Bozhou's majesty. He is the patriarch of this feudal family, the pinnacle of the power pyramid, and the big brother in everyone's mind.

-but!

They are all afraid of Lin Bozhou!

But no! one person! Afraid! he! old! Po!

Meng Huan: qwq

Meng Huan was thinking wildly while rushing to do his homework, muttering to himself, his mind was still thinking about what Shan Xing said, and he was in a really bad mood, dipping in ink and spinning his homework crazily.

After an unknown amount of time, the maid at the door said, "Princess, it's Hai time."

Meng Huan seemed to go back to the time when the class monitor urged him to hand in his homework: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"princess…"

The voice lowered and returned to calm.

The oil lamp on the table got darker, Meng Huan stood up and fiddled with the wick to make the light more diffused. When he turned around, a tall figure approached the table at some point.

Lin Bozhou Wuxiu's hair had all been let down, and he was wearing the jade white gown he wore when he was going to bed, except that a coat was draped over his shoulders, and he was in a lazy mood, obviously coming to see him before going to bed.

He was looking down at the paper on the table, frowning slightly.

For a moment, Meng Huan felt an extremely complicated feeling in his heart.

"Madam is still writing?"

Lin Bozhou's tone seemed to be extremely disapproving.

...he is unhappy.

A crying face and four large characters flashed in Meng Huan's mind:

he! Heart! pain! I!

It was probably because he was in a particularly bad mood one afternoon, and he started writing again after eating, which made him feel aggrieved. Because of Lin Bozhou's words, something in Meng Huan's heart collapsed, and it collapsed and blew out.

He bit his lower lip and whispered, "Well, there are a lot of words to write..."

His voice is very small, with a bit of ambiguity at the end, pressed in his throat, but the trill can be heard.

Lin Bozhou pressed his fingertips on the manuscript paper, raised his eyes, Meng Huan lowered his head, his eyes were bright, but obviously wet, he pursed his lips unconsciously, and his standing posture was a little awkward.

I feel wronged, but I dare not express it.

After a brief silence, Lin Bozhou heard something sinking in his heart, and something came up again. He walked up to Meng Huan's side, looked down at his aggrieved little face, "If you can't finish writing, don't write, what's the matter?"

Meng Huan: "Yes, I will be scolded..."

"Who scolded you?"

The tail tune is long, and the power over everyone is self-evident.

Meng Huan didn't know what to say, he felt that Shan Shu was a good person, but the academic tasks were really heavy and he really couldn't finish it.

Not wanting to speak ill of Shan Shu, Meng Huan shook his head.

Lin Bozhou knew what he was thinking, and motioned, "Go to bed."

Meng Huan dawdled: "No, word..."

"Stop writing, tomorrow—" Lin Bozhou's voice suppressed a little anger, and it was rare for him to be emotional, "This king sent someone to tell Shanshu to be more relaxed with you, don't be so strict."

Meng Huan's tense heartstrings immediately let go, and he nodded.

A soft sigh sounded from above his head, with a faint breath.

Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, with long knuckles and distinct joints, touching his side face, and gently closed his ears.

He said, "Huanhuan, go to bed. Going to bed late is not good for your health."

When he said this, Meng Huan felt the thin calluses on his slender fingertips rubbing against his earlobe, causing a vague itching sensation, like the ripples in a dream a few days ago.

"Boom—"

Meng Huan heard his heart beat violently.