Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

In the dead of night.

Rubbing the smooth skin, a few wisps of light heat bloomed.

Meng Huan's hair was wiped clean with a handkerchief, and pushed back behind his ears, revealing his fair face and earlobes. He was resting on Lin Bozhou's neck, curling up his feet like a kitten, nodding his head and feeling sleepy.

The medicine was about to kill people on this trip, Lin Bozhou was alive and well, but Meng Huan was tormented.

When Meng Huan was half asleep and half awake, he saw the naked shoulders and neck of the man in front of him, frowned, raised his hand and hooked his clothes to Lin Bozhou's neckline: "You must keep your masculinity."

"..."

To avoid being seduced by him again.

Meng Huan flipped his fingers over and patted again, "Sleep!"

In the darkness, Lin Bozhou quietly raised his lips.

He leaned close to Meng Huan's ear, and whispered: "Tomorrow, my husband will go to court, Huanhuan agree or not?"

Meng Huan was stunned: "Really go..."

"I have something to discuss with His Majesty, and I will come back after the discussion."

Meng Huan was so sleepy that he didn't want to say anything, so he curled his lower lip: "That's fine."

Lin Bozhou touched his face with his fingertips, felt the wrinkles in his eyebrows, and couldn't help but slightly lift the corners of his lips.

Muttering, really dissatisfied with him.

Lin Bozhou accepted the authentic Confucianism and etiquette since he was a child. If it weren't for his eyes, he might have become a person of extreme integrity both physically and mentally. But after the eye accident, more and more shadows were squeezed in Lin Bozhou's heart, but he couldn't release it in front of his father and mother at all.

He later fell in love with safari. He liked the blood and screams when the prey was pierced by an arrow in the throat. He also liked to let go of his sanity during power struggles.

He has many unknown shadows, twisted desires after taking off his clothes, endless ugliness after being blind... All this, Meng Huan, who is lying beside him, knows it all.

It feels so good that everything about me is accepted by others.

Lin Bozhou cruising in the current darkness for a moment, couldn't help laughing.

Early in the morning, the seat next to him was empty.

Meng Huan was a little dazed when he woke up and was groping around. Sitting on the bed, he had the idea that he was like a widow.

You Jin said: "The prince has gone to court."

"..."

Meng Huan frowned, remembering what Lin Bozhou whispered in his ear last night, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

Seeing that the palace seemed to become more spacious and quiet again, I also felt very lost in my heart. The boring time was not long, and someone from the yamen sent a letter: "The murderer of the alien race has been caught, and the yamen sent a yamen servant, and the princess is specially invited to identify it."

Meng Huan was in a daze with his hair propped up, but when he heard this sentence, he became interested: "Look and see."

The yamen servant was very respectful, "After the young master and the prince came that day, Tong Juan immediately issued an order to search the whole city without any delay. Last night, he was arrested in the inn of Piaoxiang Restaurant in the east of the city. This morning, Specially request the son."

Meng Huan asked, "How many were caught?"

"According to the initial witnesses, there was more than one person, but the others have not been caught yet. When this person is tortured to extract a confession, he will definitely recruit accomplices."

Meng Huan arrived at the Yamen.

The man that day changed into a prison uniform, knelt on the ground, and stood beside other civilians who had come to identify the murderer. He seemed to have been severely punished, with blood oozing from his back, disheveled hair, and a pair of falcon-like eyes staring half dead. In front of the hall.

The servants next to him looked angry, and someone kicked him.

"brute!"

"I really want to kill him."

Tong San also looked solemn: "Yesterday, our yamen servants went to arrest them, and he killed two of them."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Huan's chest shook, he was infinitely surprised, and turned to Tong San: "Someone died in the yamen?"

"Well. These aliens have no etiquette and culture, but they are all brave and powerful, with the habits of beasts. This man..." Tong San walked around and lifted his chained hands with his boots, "the palms are extremely thick. , holding a knife and riding a horse all the year round, and he is merciless when killing people, he is not like an ordinary foreign race who comes to the capital to do business, but more like a soldier in a foreign army."

Army soldiers?

That is even more related to An Chui, who will eventually rebel.

With rare ups and downs in his mood, Meng Huan went out of the Yamen to signal You Jin, "You must tell Lin Bozhou about this."

You Jin is no longer surprised by him calling the prince by his name, "Then let's go back to the mansion first?"

Meng Huan, "I'm not going back to the residence, go outside the palace and wait for him to come down."

Meng Huan had just left here, when another person came from the yamen behind him. He was wearing ordinary clothes, but his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he walked slowly. It was obvious that he deliberately wanted to hide his identity so that no one could see it.

He walked to the yamen and asked the yamen servant on duty: "Is Lu Pan from your yamen here? Please meet him."

Lu Judgment is the general judge in charge of hearing the alien beheading case.

The yamen servant was furious: "The judge is busy, and it's not like anyone can see it if they want to! Get lost!"

The man's expression was calm, and he was not annoyed by his irritability. Instead, he took out a letter from his sleeve and said in a low voice, "This is what our master asked to pass."

The yamen servant looked down.

The letter was written and stamped.

When he saw those words, his face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely in the scorching heat and cold. He almost wanted to slap himself, and hurried inside.

"Humble job, let's report."

In the scorching summer, the sun shone hot and dry on the pavilions and city walls of the capital, casting a vast expanse of white light and shadow.

The weather is hot, but there are still many people traveling. It can be seen that it is the capital city.

In the private seat in the tea house, Meng Huan was sitting drinking herbal tea, and You Jin fanned him until his face fell pink.

Meng Huan said, "Stop fanning, sit down and rest."

You Jin sighed, and beside him, took a sip of herbal tea.

"My lord can't see, what will he do with the official documents in the cabinet today?" Meng Huan couldn't help thinking about Lin Bozhou as soon as he calmed down, and looked at the imperial city not far away.

You Jin smiled: "Master, don't worry, someone will read it to him."

"Then what's the big deal, you have to go back to the court even if your eyesight is gone?"

You Jin said with a smile: "The sky is big and the earth is big, and the most important thing is to divide the money. The prince should be worried."

Meng Huan took another sip of herbal tea and said, "All right."

The boy propped his head up, like a cat that has been waiting for a long time for the owner to open the door, his little paws pawed and scratched, losing all patience, "When did he - when - go down - ah -"

Ah, the word is too long.

"This old slave doesn't know." You Jin poured tea into his cup patiently.

The weather was hot, and Meng Huan drank a lot, so he stood up after a while: "I'll go and relieve myself."

You Jin hurriedly said: "This old slave serves the young master."

He didn't really serve him. He usually waited for Meng Huan just across the wall. After all, they really couldn't let go.

Meng Huan didn't deny it either, and hummed.

This is a small restaurant with a relatively cool location. On the side facing away from the sun, the vegetation is lush and green. The latrine is behind the bamboo-woven bamboo gate in front.

Meng Huan went in. The inside was dark and wide, probably for the convenience of guests.

When Meng Huan tied the rope, he heard a rustling sound.

He froze for a second, feeling something approaching behind him.

People usually have this kind of intuition, that is, they suddenly feel that someone is watching them somewhere in the room. Although most of them are hallucinations, they are still creepy and chilling.

Meng Huan was a little dazed and wanted to turn his head when there was a "click" from behind.

"Fuck—" the word was strangled in the throat, a veil covered the nose and mouth, and the strong smell of medicine spread into the tip of the nose. Meng Huan's shoulders suddenly softened as if he had been punched, and he felt dizzy for a while. .

His eyelids dropped, and he was dragged out of the bamboo raft door. He could still see with his eyes and was conscious, but his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he couldn't exert any strength.

In front of him was a face with high eyes and deep nose, with well-defined outlines, not quite like the appearance of people from the Central Plains. When Meng Huan walked outside the gate of the bamboo raft, he found You Jin lying on the ground, and the two guards also fell on the ground. He didn't know whether he was fainted or killed.

Seeing this scene, unspeakable anger filled Meng Huan's chest.

This person dragged him to the edge of the wall, with great strength, he easily lifted him up, and a pair of hands just stretched out from outside the wall, took him over.

"Bang—" Meng Huan fell to the ground and groaned.

Immediately afterwards, he was put on a black veil and lost his vision.

He was obviously thrown into the carriage at will, with his hands tied behind his back, and with the sound of the wheels, his shoulders hit the wooden boards and made a thumping sound. Meng Huan's chin, which was covered by strands of hair, was pale and painful, but he didn't have any strength in his body to support himself to get up.

His consciousness has been very clear.

He didn't expect that there was actually a kidnapping plot in the book.

Who tied him up? Lin Bozhou's political opponent?

Why tie him up? Blackmail Lin Bozhou?

...and myself, will something happen?

In the carriage, someone spoke vaguely, in a language he could not understand.

The carriage kept moving. I don't know how long it took. The effect of the medicine wore off, and the stickiness in Meng Huan's fingers gradually faded away, and he became able to feel the strength to flex and stretch, but the pain from being **** by the rope intensified.

A sense of exhaustion welled up in his heart, and Meng Huan still couldn't believe it—the protagonist will also be kidnapped? ? ?

"boom-"

Being ruthlessly thrown on the ground like a steamed bun is the brutality and violence that Meng Huan hates the most. He desperately forced himself to calm down and face what will happen next positively, but Lin Bozhou inevitably came to mind.

I was angry and speechless all the way, but when I read these three words, I felt a sense of grievance in my heart.

—Lin Bozhou never tied him up! !

Above the head, a voice sounded: "Have you found the person who painted the portrait of Anur?"

"We found him. It's him. Anur was captured by the Han court. He said that he would rather die than expose our whereabouts and purpose. He is a great hero, but he didn't deserve to die." The voice is rough.

Meng Huan felt that something had overturned him, revealing his true face.

"Whoever caused Anur to bleed should also shed the same amount of blood. Whoever caused Anur to be beheaded should also have his head cut off."

The daylight flickered, and Meng Huan's eyes were snow-white. A figure approached and approached his throat with a machete, and his skin suddenly trembled sharply and painfully.

"Huh?" A slightly surprised boy's voice.

Meng Huan's eyes finally saw more clearly.

An Chui's whip was scattered from his neck, his eyes were downcast, the scimitar was in his hand, and the back of the knife pressed Meng Huan's thinnest blood vessels, his fair skin was dyed red.

There was a smile in An Chui's eyes: "It's you?"