Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids with a bit of pleasant malice.

Shan Xing immediately read his intention and said, “Madam Meng, I’ll trouble you to serve the prince on this meal.”

Meng Huan. “?”

What? A bolt from the blue!

Does your blue-blooded nobility prince also have to be served when eating? How can you serve the meal? It’s just chewed up and swallowed!

Do you want me to break it into pieces and feed it to you?

Even though his heart cried out, Meng Huan licked his lips and swallowed his saliva. He resignedly picked up the chopsticks on the table full of dishes, took a piece of juicy, fatty, and oily boiled pork, and put it into Lin Bozhou’s bowl, swallowing his anger. “Your Highness, please eat.”

Lin Bozhou slowly sent it into his mouth.

He also picked up a piece of fragrant, fresh, thick fish meat, carefully picked out the bones, and put it into Lin Bozhou’s bowl. “Your Highness, try this.”

Lin Bozhou took another bite.

“Is it delicious?” He impatiently asked.

Lin Bozhou’s lips inexplicably had a little smile. “Mm.”

Meng Huan: QAQ

He bit his lips, fantasizing that the dishes were in his stomach. Scooping up a spoonful of yellow chicken soup, he blew until it cooled down and tremblingly sent it to Lin Bozhou’s lips. “Your Highness, what is the taste of this chicken soup……”

Is it fresh and fragrant with some chicken meat and shiitake’s taste?

Meng Huan stared fixedly at the spoonful of chicken soup as if he could inhale it from the air into his stomach.

Lin Bozhou gently ground his teeth. He didn’t have the mood to eat again after being stared at. At the same time, a little sense of guilt vaguely arose. He put one hand on the pear wood taishi chair and raised his eyebrows. “Eat by yourself. No need to serve this prince.”

“This……”

If a bit of self-control were left, Meng Huan would say: No, no, no, Your Highness, please let me serve you well!

But at this moment, with a table full of dishes and enticing aromas, Meng Huan truly didn’t have the heart to bother about that. After hearing those pardon-like words, he nodded vigorously. “Then, this concubine won’t be polite.”

He took his chopsticks and picked up the fresh carp Lin Bozhou had tried just now.

It was undoubtedly tender, fresh, and fragrant in the mouth, truly an excellent taste.

Then, he tasted the tender chicken with mushrooms. Ohhhh, honestly, it’s delicious!

Then, he tried the shredded lamb stew and smoked pork shoulder and belly……

Then, he tried the braised sliced meat with cabbage, cassoulet lamb……

Tasting again and again……

“Your Highness, after a meal and a game, I know where the slip-up is in the last game.”

Shen Qingyu spoke, but Lin Bozhou only faintly responded.

His attention was on Meng Huan.

As the young man ate, he probably also knew that an unsightly table manner was ungraceful, so he didn’t put a lot on the bowl and only took a piece at a time, but his speed was fast.

Moreover, a rare sight, he was only simply and happily immersed in his meal.

As if he had never eaten such things in his life.

Was the monthly salary in the Ministry of Rites low? Yes, although the officials from the Ministry of Rites had good promotion prospects, to be selected among the numerous men from the Imperial Hanlin Academy was like fishing on greasy water. They were poor and hard-pressed for money, living so-so.

Eating so openly made people feel quite interested.

Lin Bozhou retracted his eyes to see Shen Qingyu staring at him.

“?”

That face’s expression was full of “Your Highness, I told you earlier to add a wife in your residence, but you didn’t listen. Now you know how good it is to have a wife, right?”

What’s wrong with you?

“Urgh……”

Eating until not a grain of rice was left in the bowl, Meng Huan lightly burped.

He had eaten and drunk enough and was a bit dizzy, but remembering his task as a concubine, he turned to Lin Bozhou. “Has Your Highness eaten enough?”

He picked up his chopsticks and prepared to serve the next dish. “Shall this concubine serve you?”

The refined and elegant scholar, Shan Xing, was composing a poem about the lotus flowers in the lake, reciting with his hands in the air, while Shen Qingyu was commenting on it from time to time with a cup of wine in his hand.

Lin Bozhou’s cup was empty, and he only said, “Pour the wine.”

Meng Huan poured a glass of wine for him. “Husband, please drink it.”

The voice was sweet, soft, and lovely.

“……”

This one sentence directly took away Shan Xing’s poetic mood. The last two lines disappeared into the air and ground, changing into a lament of his drifting life. He was already over twenty years old but still alone like the lonely lotus in this lotus pond.

Shen Qingyu’s smile gradually disappeared. When he saw that the food was cold, he slowly stood up.

“Your Highness.”

He came to the prince regent’s residence not just to accompany Lin Bozhou to play chess, watch a loving couple, and listen to Shan Xing write a complaint poem.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and gestured to Meng Huan. “Go back and rest.”

They should have something to talk about that he couldn’t hear. Meng Huan was not too surprised or took it to heart. He stood up as he was told and exited the Lotus Pavilion without hesitation.

He headed in the way he came—

The inner treasury, you better not close.

I’m here to get paid!

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