Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan lay on the bed, his body’s strength seemed drained, and he couldn’t lift his fingertips. Lin Bozhou wrung a clean handkerchief and cleaned his body.

Meng Huan hid his ears and looked at Lin Bozhou strangely after being picked up by him, bowing his head without speaking.

Lin Bozhou laughed lightly and used the handkerchief to clean his white feet.

Pressing against his arms, Meng Huan’s ears were always red. After a long time, he poked his arms out of the squirm and gently wrapped his arms around Lin Bozhou’s neck.

So perverted ah……

Meng Huan felt like an innocent male college student transmigrated into an erotic text and was fucked in dozen positions.

In the brief period of consciousness, the two wrapped their arms around each other to enjoy warmth and intimacy. Lin Bozhou tightened his hold and kissed his lips. “Did Huan Huan miss this husband these days?”

Meng Huan knew he wanted to hear intimate words and nodded. “Yes.”

“How much?” Lin Bozhou’s voice was very low, right beside his ear. “Then do you miss this husband’s……”

That word was spoken very softly, but Meng Huan heard it clearly.

As his body shuddered, Meng Huan closed his eyes.

Okay, enough. The perverted stuff had to be stopped.

Moreover, Lin Bozhou would probably question him closely. Like a dragonfly touching the water lightly, he kissed his lower jaw and hastily grabbed his sleeve to change the topic. “Husband.”

Lin Bozhou sounded lazy. “Mm.”

Meng Huan: “Do you know An Chui’s tribe will revolt?”

Regarding this sentence, Lin Bozhou was quiet, his eyelids closed. “The urgent report has been delivered. Jurchen’s leader An Duan killed the local guard in Jianzhou and committed plunder.”

Meng Huan was stunned and asked, “Is it serious?”

“Mao Chengchang appeased and raised the enemies, so the Jurchen tribe in Jianzhou has been developing for decades. Now they have developed wings and want to turn over, so there is a tough battle to fight in Liaodong.”

Quietly, Meng Huan looked at him without speaking.

“–Then will you go to war?” This sentence was not asked.

In the book, Lin Bozhou’s position was the prince regent who had power over the dynasty, and everybody wanted to bring him down and trip him up behind his back. When Lin Bozhou personally led his troops to the battle, someone behind him interrupted the supplies to let him die. A mole even informed the enemy of the military situation, and to bring down this person, they actually put the state’s survival at risk. As a result, Lin Bozhou got into trouble after the trip, fought alone, and was almost killed by the original shou and the iron cavalry led by An Chui.

Even if he didn’t die, he was shot in the arm with a bow and arrow, a miserable scene.

When Meng Huan normally read books, he already struggled to read the power and conspiracy plot line and was even more confused looking at a war map. Therefore, he forgot what and how the battle was fought in that section. His eyes kept chasing the name of the original shou and Lin Bozhou, flipping the pages frantically.

He only remembered seeing the lonely city where Lin Bozhou was stationed being besieged. Not only was he seriously wounded, but he had few men and horses around him. The firearms under the gates burst, the stone-throwing machines vibrated like thunder, the ladders and siege equipment were carried to and fro, the bodies on the gates were lying down, falling, all dead, and the blood flowed down the walls and dried up into dark brown.

At that time, the northern’s evening black clouds covered the sky, wind and snow drifted, and the reinforcements were delayed–

Lin Bozhou sat behind the parapet wall, pulled out the broken arrow in his arm, and wrapped the wound with a white gauze layer by layer. Looking through the high and low walls, the side of his face stained with dust, blood, and twilight, he quietly watched the fierce barbarian army of foreigners approaching the city.

At that time, Meng Huan felt it was too abusive and threw his phone back to sleep, not expecting to wake up in a book.

He also saw this place in the original book but did not continue to see the follow-up.

Someone in the comments section at the time predicted the direction of the follow-up: Lin Bozhou would be captured by the Jurchen and became the original shou’s slave for six months. Thus, the two could offset each other’s imprisoned scenes, develop emotional lines, and then turn back together to overthrow the Great Zong and establish a new dynasty.

It did not sound very interesting at the time, so Meng Huan almost abandoned the article.

Now, Meng Huan blinked and was depressed. He didn’t want Lin Bozhou to go to war.

The struggle at the imperial court was not over, and that group of people would take advantage of the fact that Lin Bozhou’s back was turned to the Great Zong to protect them and strike him hard in the back.

Meng Huan arched into his embrace. “Husband.”

The voice was low, and the tone was still soft, with a nasal tone.

Mm, he could act spoiled again.

Lin Bozhou lightly pinched his jaw, eyes flashing. “Hmm?”

Meng Huan’s mind urgently thought about it. “Will An Chui die?”

Lin Bozhou kissed the tip of his nose. “Of course, he will die. He kidnapped you and hurt you. When the Northern Zhenfu Division gives its verdict, he will be dragged to be beheaded.”

Meng Huan’s eyes looked at Lin Bozhou. “Whether he dies or not, put him in prison for life, but don’t let him go back.”

Fingers on his jaw, Meng Huan’s fever had not yet receded too much; his forehead was hot, and his voice was a little dizzy.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

Meng Huan was so sleepy that he couldn’t open his eyes, but he still earnestly urged, “Husband, you should not go to war either, okay?”

Lin Bozhou let out a low laugh. “Okay.”

Meng Huan was satisfied and finally lay in his arms without words, tilting his white face and closing his eyes; his jawline was clear, and his chin also looked white and pointed, appearing fragile.