Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan just wanted to lick him.

However, when the tip of the tongue touches the skin, it feels as if dew has fallen to the dry field and becomes moist, giving it a slightly slippery touch.

The skin is never as soft as the lips.

Meng Huan pursed his lips, went up, and gently kissed Lin Bozhou's lips.

—Then, he was lifted up with an arm around his waist.

Really, Lin Bozhou is a circle taller than him, holding his waist with one arm, and sitting him in his arms again, "I won't kiss again, it's out of proportion to kiss again, Huanhuan can't have a good rest tonight."

When Lin Bozhou said these words, he was sitting upright, dressed in serious clothes, with a cool and abstinent appearance who cared about his body and was ascetic and rational.

Meng Huan was thinking a little bit in his heart, but when he heard this sentence, he let out an oh and slowly got up from him.

He didn't know where he was weak, but it was fine if Lin Bozhou refused to let him go, and he was a little embarrassed at first, so he sat down and continued eating with a bowl.

However, his emotions are on his face and his eyelashes are drooping.

It seems that because I have desires for my husband, I feel very embarrassed.

And...he was rejected.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelids, and his fingers were slightly hot. He realized that if the electric current was not stopped immediately, the consequences would be serious, so he picked Meng Huan up immediately.

The main reason is that Meng Huan's sick body is still suffering from a low-grade fever, he has no strength, and there is a wound on his ankle. If he is thrown into his body, he may be crushed to pieces.

However, Meng Huan's face turned red.

Lin Bozhou approached and kissed his ear lightly, "Huanhuan."

Meng Huan shuddered immediately, turned his head to look at him, his ears were burning.

In fact, whenever Lin Bozhou touched him, he would become extremely hot, so even if Lin Bozhou approached him to comfort him, Meng Huan's back was tense and stiff.

"Angry?" Lin Bozhou's breath brushed over his face.

Meng Huan shook his head, he was not angry, but he felt a little hot when he felt Lin Bozhou's breath, and wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

...He wanted to have a skin-to-skin relationship with Lin Bozhou.

The more he thought about it, the more Meng Huan blushed.

Lin Bozhou could hold back for his body, but he couldn't, it was too embarrassing.

He lowered his head and began to pretend to be serious about dinner.

This picture shrunk hands and feet, worried that Lin Bozhou would approach, and lowered his head like a bunny, making Lin Bozhou's tooth socket itchy slightly. He himself is a cruel and strict person to himself. He thinks that whatever is good to Meng Huan, he will never step on that red line.

For example, he thought it would be good for Meng Huan's health not to have **** for a while, so he would not do it.

But... now that Meng Huan looked like this, his heart was tormented like a fire.

After eating and washing, Meng Huan was ready to go to bed, and Lin Bozhou hugged him.

After covering the quilt, Meng Huan hurriedly said, "Then go and do your work, I'm going to sleep."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Lin Bozhou, he immediately closed his eyes.

Meng Huan was really not angry.

He just felt that he was a bit useless, he was afraid that Lin Bozhou would hold him for a while, and wanted him to get close to him, so he had better go to sleep without distraction.

Meng Huan just fell asleep like this, turned sideways, turned his head away, and curled up into a small ball.

I don't know, I thought he was really angry.

The room was quiet.

An inexplicable wave surged up, Lin Bozhou took a deep breath, and sat on the edge of the bed, "Do you want Huanhuan to hug you for your husband?"

Meng Huan paused and said, "You can do whatever you want."

He obviously became nervous again, and he wasn't even too happy to approach Lin Bozhou.

In the afternoon, Lin Bozhou still wanted to sleep by himself.

But Meng Huan only had two ideas about Lin Bozhou, to have skin-to-skin contact with him, or to keep a distance from him.

...Meng Huan really wanted to hug him by himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Bozhou's high-built rationality, his tenacity that endured the pain and was still suppressed, collapsed in his heart with a bang, and he was completely defeated. He ground his teeth, and had to admit that Meng Huan was really good at handling him, even if he didn't know it himself.

The clenched fingers were loosened, and Lin Bozhou lifted the quilt to go to bed, and when he hugged him from behind, Meng Huan visibly trembled: "What are you doing?"

He was a little frightened.

"Okay, okay, gently," Lin Bozhou kissed his earlobe, "After intercourse, Huanhuan sleeps obediently."

Meng Huan was in a daze, and in the next second, his clothes were pulled away, and the man's familiar warm hands touched his white ears and neck, and then he walked down the river gently.

It's like being electrified all over. Meng Huan clenched his lips.

Lin Bozhou likes to touch him. He is not the kind of animal who only cares about the movement of his lower body. He cares about Meng Huan's feelings very much. Every time he has sex, the foreplay is tender and romantic. There will be crazy moments when he comes in, but most of them make Meng Huan happy. , and Lin Bozhou would be very happy to see Meng Huan's comfortable expression. He was very excited, and he also liked to hear Meng Huan calling the bed.

QAQ.

Lin Bozhou is really perverted.

But who would stick with a man who wants to have a big **** but has poor bedding.

Knowing that he was going to touch her, Meng Huan blushed, and didn't have the nerve to pretend to ask "Isn't it okay to have sex?", so he stretched out his arms and gently wrapped his arms around his neck.

Lin Bozhou's kiss fell, rubbing against his lips, and licking gently with the tip of his tongue.

When Lin Bozhou tried to arouse Meng Huan's desire, he kissed him in the mouth, and Meng Huan let out a "woo~" in comfort, like the mournful cry of a small animal. He really had been waiting for Lin Bozhou for a long time.

"Good boy," Lin Bozhou kissed his forehead, "make Huanhuan comfortable right away."

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All the strength in his body seemed to be drained, Meng Huan was lying on the bed, unable to lift his fingers. Lin Bozhou twisted the clean veil and was cleaning his body.

Meng Huan catted his ears, looked at Lin Bozhou strangely after being picked up by him, then bowed his head and did not speak.

Lin Bozhou chuckled, and wiped his fair feet clean with a handkerchief.

Sleeping in his arms, Meng Huan's ears were always red. After a while, he stretched out his arms from his awkwardness and gently wrapped his arms around Lin Bozhou's neck.

So perverted...

Meng Huan felt that he was an innocent male college student who was dressed in dozens of poses.

The consciousness was awake for a short time, and the two of them hugged each other to enjoy the warm intimacy. Lin Bozhou hugged him tightly and kissed his lips, "Does Huanhuan miss her husband these days?"

Meng Huan knew that he wanted to hear something intimate, so he nodded, "Yes."

"How much do you think?" Lin Bozhou's voice was very low, right next to his ear, "Do you want to be a husband..."

Those two words were very low and soft, but Meng Huan heard every word perfectly.

Seemingly trembling all over, Meng Huan closed his eyes.

Alright, enough, enough perversion is enough.

Not to mention, Lin Bozhou might ask, he lowered his chin like a superficial touch, then quickly changed the subject and grabbed his sleeve: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou said lazily, "Yes."

Meng Huan: "The tribe in An Chui is going to rebel, did you know that?"

Speaking of these words, Lin Bozhou became quiet and closed his eyelids: "The urgent report has been handed over. An Duan, the leader of the Zhulizhen clan in Jianzhou, killed the local guards and looted wantonly."

Meng Huan was startled, and asked, "Is it serious?"

"Mao Chengchang tolerated traitors, so that the Zhulizhen clan in Jianzhou developed for decades. Now that they are full-fledged, they want to stand up and eat people. Liaodong obviously has a tough battle to fight."

Quietly, Meng Huan looked at him and did not speak.

"—Then will you go to war?" This sentence was not asked.

In the book, Lin Bozhou's standpoint is the regent who has power over the government and the public. Everyone wants to overthrow him and trip him up behind his back. The enemy reported the military situation, and in order to bring down this person, they put the country's survival at risk, so that Lin Bozhou fell into a predicament, fighting alone, and was almost killed by the original owner and the iron cavalry led by An Chui.

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

Meng Huan usually reads books, and he is already very reluctant to read the court line in the strategy article, and he is completely confused when he sees the war map, so he has completely forgotten what battle was fought in that section and how he fought it, and his eyes have been chasing the original owner And Lin Bozhou's name, frantically turning the pages.

I just remember seeing the isolated city where Lin Bozhou was stationed was besieged. Not only was he seriously injured, but there were not many people around him. Falling backwards, they were all dead, and the blood flowed down the city wall, drying up and turning dark brown.

At that time, the evening in the north was full of dark clouds, overwhelming the sky, the wind and snow were fluttering, and the reinforcements were delayed—

Lin Bozhou sat behind the parapet, pulled out the broken arrow in his arm, and wrapped the wound layer by layer with white gauze. Through the high and low walls, his side face was stained with dust, blood and twilight, quietly watching the aliens. The brutal barbarian army approached the city.

At that time, Meng Huan felt that it was too cruel, and fell asleep as soon as he threw the phone down, but he didn't expect to wear a book when he woke up.

He also saw this place in the original book, and didn't continue to read it later.

At that time, someone in the comment area predicted the follow-up direction. Lin Bozhou would be captured and Zhu Lizhen would be a slave to the original owner for half a year, so that the scenes of mutual imprisonment between the two of them could be offset, and a relationship line could be developed. Fall and build a new dynasty.

It didn't sound very interesting at the time, and Meng Huan almost gave up on the article.

Now, Meng Huan blinked, very depressed, he didn't want Lin Bozhou to go to war.

The court's struggle is not over, and those people will take advantage of Lin Bozhou's back to protect Dazong and hit him **** the back.

Meng Huan arched into his arms: "Husband."

The voice was low, soft and nasal.

Well, I'll be coquettish.

Lin Bozhou pinched his chin lightly, his eyes flickered: "Huh?"

Meng Huan pondered urgently in his mind: "Will An Chui die?"

Lin Bozhou kissed the tip of his nose: "Of course I will die. He kidnapped you and hurt you. When Beizhen Fusi pronounces the crime, he will be dragged and beheaded."

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou: "It doesn't matter whether he dies or not, it's fine to keep him in prison for the rest of his life, don't let him go back."

Putting your finger on his chin, Meng Huan's fever has not subsided, his forehead is hot, and his voice is a little dizzy.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

Meng Huan was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he seriously told him, "Husband, don't go to war, okay?"

Lin Bozhou laughed lowly: "Okay."

Satisfied, Meng Huan finally lay down in his arms without saying a word, turned her fair face and closed her eyes, her jawline was thin and her chin was white and pointed, extremely fragile.

Meng Huan's words were like his wife sitting by the bed, rambling, looking forward to their future together with her husband.

Lin Bozhou looked at him quietly for a while, recalling the night when he watched the lantern festival on the river bank, Meng Huan asked him with his face covered, what does Gu Zhou look like, and if he can take him back to see him in the future.

In Guzhou, the sky is full of wind and sand, and the ground is covered with heavy snow, but it is a place that Lin Bozhou can't go back to.

After six years of exhaustion, being by Meng Huan's side, he felt his hectic and restless heart calm down for the first time. He finally understood why many people were wild, but they were honest when they became family-minded.

Because, after becoming a family, my heart is settled.

—Meng Huan is his wife.

When this thought came up, Lin Bozhou's heart softened like crazy.

He bent down, leaned closer, close to Meng Huan's ear and neck, and took a breath, as if he wanted to **** all his smell into his lungs.

Slowly, Lin Bozhou kissed Meng Huan's ear and neck again.

The thousands of troops and horses he guarded in his heart, the mountains and rivers, the moon, the poems, wine and songs, had a clearer name before all of these.

Meng Huan, his Meng Huan.

In the morning, Meng Huan woke up, but his body was a little uncomfortable. After being used by Lin Bozhou last night, he obviously became uncomfortable and a little painful.

Meng Huan woke up Lin Bozhou who was sleeping beside him: "Husband."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou responded in a hoarse voice.

Meng Huan whispered, "I want to relieve myself."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Bozhou sat up straight lazily. He was tall and tall, wrapped Meng Huan's waist and buttocks in his arms, walked behind the screen, and unbuttoned his pants.

Meng Huan barely stood, his ankle was injured, and now his head was resting on Lin Bozhou's shoulder, trying to urinate for a while, but found that it might be what Lin Bozhou did last night, and he couldn't urinate again.

After a while, Meng Huan blushed and glared at him angrily.

"Lin Bozhou..."

Whenever he gets angry, he calls Lin Bozhou by his name.

Lin Bozhou's tone seemed a bit introspective: "Isn't that good?"

It is worthy of the tone of the AV male lead.

Meng Huan couldn't pee, so he fastened his trousers silently, turned his head, and Lin Bozhou handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

After holding back for a long time, Meng Huan blushed and said, "Don't do that in the future."

He was afraid that Lin Bozhou would not understand, so he added, "Don't do that to me."

Anyway, don't treat him like a Haitang.

He murmured as he said this, shyly, but earnestly.

Looks so good.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and replied: "Maybe try a few more times, will Huanhuan like it?"

"..." That's not something a normal person would do in a room.

Meng Huan licked his lower lip, then turned to stare at him again, frowning, looking speechless and angry.

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, wrapped him up in the snow-white obscene clothes and hugged him by the waist, ordered the little **** to bring the soup, pressed his restless hand, and fed him mouthful as usual.

Meng Huan lost his temper and refused to drink, so he pinched his chin and gave him a deep kiss. The kiss was so breathless that his lower body had to be pressed against his lap.

Across the screen, Meng Huan drank a meal of medicine, his face was red and his ears were hot, and he was out of breath. Not far away, Chen An bowed his waist: "My lord, the people from Cui's residence are here again. Still missing."

"I don't see," Lin Bozhou said, with veins floating in his wrist, pressing Meng Huan's leg with one hand.

The weather was hot in summer, and they were both wearing silk, which was already smooth. The more Meng Huan moved on his legs, the more the meat **** under the thin clothes pressed against Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was still in a hurry, but Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and seemed to be quite happy with his little trouble. As soon as Chen An turned and left the room, the overlapping clothes moved closer, and Lin Bozhou's cool palm gently covered Meng Huan's. forehead:

"Huanhuan's fever seems to be gone?"

After saying this, Meng Huan's back felt hot.

He felt as if his strength had been pulled from his whole body, curled his hands into his arms, frowned, and whimpered softly.

There are people hugging and sitting behind the screen, high and low, and the voice is restless in the early morning.

For a long time, Meng Huan sat in the chair, holding the spoon with trembling wrists, his complexion was a little rosy, he lowered his face, and spooned a mouthful of cold chicken soup into his mouth.

Drinking it into the mouth, maybe it was kissed too much, and it was a little hot.

"..." He looked up at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou put vegetables in his bowl, dressed neatly in the crimson king's clothes, and regained his clean and ascetic appearance, without any trace of bewilderment and dominance just now.

A beast in clothes, a beast in clothes.

Only then did Meng Huan remember to ask, "Why don't you go to court?"

"Huanhuan was kidnapped a few days ago, and I asked His Majesty for my husband, and he granted a few days' leave." Lin Bozhou picked up a chopsticks of chicken, "I could have rested for a few more days, but there was an urgent report from Liaodong, Zhu Li The real clan is making trouble, and after dinner with Huanhuan, I will return to the cabinet as my husband."

Meng Huan groaned, feeling rather complicated. She felt that staying with Lin Bozhou was always inappropriate for young children, but Meng Huan was not happy to let him go out of the house.

Lin Bozhou thought of something and raised his eyes: "By the way, His Majesty was very worried when he heard that Huanhuan was kidnapped. He wanted to wait for Huanhuan to recover and go to the palace to talk to him."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Huan was startled: "Why?"

"Huanhuan is His Majesty's wife," Lin Bozhou smiled, "Is there anything wrong with being concerned?"

It is true.

But subconsciously, Meng Huan didn't like anyone outside the palace.

So is this little emperor.

Sure enough, he doesn't like anyone who hurt Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan is a more emotional person.

But after thinking about it, it would be nice to be able to go to the palace to see the world. He took some chopsticks in the bowl and said, "Okay."

Lin Bozhou scooped up another bowl of soup for him: "Eat more and take care of yourself."

Thinking that he was going to leave next, Meng Huan immediately felt unhappy eating. Seeing this, Lin Bozhou squeezed his chin, as if making a promise to a child: "My husband will come back earlier this afternoon."

Meng Huan nodded and continued eating.

After the meal was over, Lin Bozhou went to the bedroom to change into court clothes, got into a carriage and drove to the palace.

In the cabinet, old Cui Ge was gone, but the second assistant Chen was taking care of the cabinet affairs temporarily, when he saw Lin Bozhou's driver hurried up to greet him: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou didn't go to court these days. Although the princess was robbed, most people knew it in their hearts, especially Lin Bozhou mobilized the Beijing Army and Jinyiwei to search the whole city, and finally found the matter in Cui Ge's old mansion. Everyone knows.

I didn't know, I thought these two would definitely have a falling out.

Therefore, as a Qingliu party, Chen Que became closer to Lin Bozhou at this time: "My lord, I heard that the princess was attacked by villains a few days ago, is she feeling better now?"

"It's better," Lin Bozhou said in a warm tone, but his attention was obviously not on it. "Where's the urgent letter from Liaodong?"

Chen Que quickly handed it over.

In the current cabinet, Mr. Cui Ge is gone.

It is well known that An Chui kidnapped the princess regent, and An Chui was a supporter of Cui Ge's old mansion. After all, he couldn't absolve himself of the blame, so he consciously wrote a letter of self-report to the court, and then thanked the guests behind closed doors At home, just like when Lin Bozhou was first impeached, he quietly waited for His Majesty's investigation and punishment.

Lin Bozhou read the urgent letter.

"Jianzhou's garrison was killed, Zhu Li was looting in the city, and Mao Chengchang didn't do anything?"

Chen Que hurriedly picked up another letter: "This is the expedited six-hundred-mile letter just received. Mao Chengchang said that soldiers and horses have been sent to suppress it."

Lin Bozhou read the letter again: "The letter did not forget to urge the army to pay. How dare he, Mao Chengchang, tolerate and raise traitors in his own territory, so that the foreign race is powerful, and he still wants to ask for money when he sends the letter."

The regent was angry, and the other cabinet ministers were also angry, and they all nodded, feeling extremely happy.

This Mao Chengchang has always been close to Mr. Cui Ge, and both of them angered Lin Bozhou. It seems that there is a high chance of their downfall this time, because they are in a very cheerful mood.

Chen Que sighed, and said, "Then we can only wait for the good news from General Mao. We can't let the entire Liaodong be messed up, right?"

But the possibility is not impossible.

In the six years since Lin Bozhou was regent, there have been chieftains in the south who have made rebellions, but they cannot be compared with the alien invasion in the north.

If the foreign forces are some idle rangers and small tribes, and their cavalry step into the territory of the Han people, they have no supply lines, and what they want is money and daily necessities, they will rob them like a whirlwind, and then withdraw immediately own territory.

But if it is a tribe that has become a climate, has sufficient horses, food, and armaments, and is still strong in combat, it will be like a gust of wind, penetrating into the hinterland of the Han people, attacking Shanhaiguan, entering the Central Plains, and even overthrowing the Dazong Dynasty. The regime of foreign races in the Central Plains.

Lin Bozhou frowned.

At any time, try not to fight.

Fighting wars will only make a country poorer and weaker, which is called militarism.

However, since he opened a frontal provocation, he punched away with one punch, so as to avoid a hundred punches.

He frowned for a long while and said, "Decree to Mao Chengchang. I have read all the letters. He ordered him to raise troops immediately and send a few eunuchs to supervise the army in Liaodong. Tell him that if the chaos in Jianzhou cannot be suppressed, then the old and new scores will be settled together." , hold your head up and see you."

These military eunuchs are the eyes and ears of Lin Bozhou, and they will inform him of the real military situation so that Mao Chengchang will not hide anything again.

After Chen Que responded, he began to draft an order.

Lin Bozhou sat in the chair, feeling a pain in his head. Da Zong is already very poor, and has improved slightly in the past few years. Who knows that there are aliens making trouble in the border.

War requires weapons, weapons require money, money requires taxation, and taxation requires oppression of the people.

Fighting a war, the major economic setbacks for decades, bones exposed in the wild, no rooster crowing for thousands of miles, more than one hundred people living, read it heartbreakingly, what is written in the book is not a joke.

Lin Bozhou sat with a headache for a while, and saw that there was a memorial on the case.

- It is Cui Ge's self-report about the An Chui incident.