Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

This should be a very urgent letter.

Put in the hand of the postman, the surface is slightly wrinkled and stained with sweat.

But Lin Bozhou seemed to see the content on the paper through the back of the paper. He didn't take it apart immediately, his brows and eyes were gloomy, and he took a light breath. He decided to read the letter, picking away the edges of the wax with his fingertips.

The sound of pages turning.

His eyes scanned the page.

"When is your lord going to—"

Without saying the word "go in", the inquiry from the Fusi officer in Beizhen stopped abruptly amidst the tension.

Meng Huan raised his bright and round eyes, and his eyes fell on Lin Bozhou's face. The silence in his heart was a strange premonition that he knew that something was wrong. Just now when the postman mentioned the word "Liaodong", his face was covered with wind and frost, and his clothes and hair were wet with sweat, which made a certain premonition more and more obvious.

moment.

Lin Bozhou clenched his fingers and squeezed the letter into a ball. He was always indifferent to emotions. This slight movement let everyone know that Lin Bozhou was in a terrible mood, and his head drooped even more.

When Lin Bozhou spoke, his dark and slender eyebrows were raised, and his voice was almost ferocious: "What is Mao Chengchang doing! Zhu Lizhen's army has broken through the Great Wall only a few days after the rebellion, and now the cavalry is heading south to fight at the gate of Liaodong Dusi's house! What is he doing!"

"Back then, the cavalry of the ancestors went north, inspected the northern borders, and engraved a stele twice on the slave Gandusi, and everyone in the world surrendered to the power of the Dazong! Only two hundred years have passed, and the Dazong has reached the point where there is no way to deal with the rebellion of small tribes. , can only be beaten and scolded, and watch him beat the Great Wall?!"

The Great Wall is a military defense project used to limit the invasion of enemy cavalry. There are also a large number of cities, barriers, pavilions, and forts set up to pay attention to and take care of each other. From time to time, Dazong will dispatch materials and send people to repair it. It stands to reason that it should be the strongest defense system.

But in less than half a month, they were attacked into the Great Wall, which is unheard of!

Lin Bozhou was furious, and the people around him were afraid to speak, sweating profusely. Some people realized the real danger, and they were also stunned by the shock of hearing this letter.

It is not that Dazong has never experienced rebellion. The chieftain rebelled, the common people rebelled, and there were occasional intrusions from foreign races. However, the purpose of the Zhulizhen clan in Jianzhou seemed to be quite clear. Came to Jizhou.

The rain is about to come, and the wind is full of the building.

Lin Bozhou returned the crumpled letter to the postman: "Pass it to the Secretary of the General Administration, copy three copies, and send it to His Majesty, the Cabinet, and the Ministry of War, so that they can all see Mao Chengchang's virtue!"

The postman took the letter and rode away.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away, and after it quieted down, Meng Huan heard his own rapid heartbeat.

There was a limp weakness in his hands and feet.

Regardless of whether it is modern or ancient, this is the first time Meng Huan has experienced a war. Even if he is not on the battlefield, he can still imagine the scenes of horse leather shrouds thousands of miles away, **** battles on the battlefield, and the scenes of displaced people.

When he was in the palace, he didn't dare to say anything that could scare Lin Bozhou, not to mention those people who were licking blood with the tip of their knives, how desperate would those unarmed people be in the face of massacres and looting?

Thinking of this, Meng Huan's heart tightened, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, and he gently grabbed Lin Bozhou's sleeve with his fingertips.

Rampaged by anger, Lin Bozhou, who was angry when he saw a group of silverfish like Da Zong, saw a haze in front of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the crowd. Kill all the trash.

The head of the owl, Ling Chi, and the car cracked.

Everything you need.

If you eat money and do nothing, you deserve to die.

There is a faint light in Lin Bozhou's eyes, no one knows what he is thinking now, and no one can enter his world.

The cuff was gently pulled with a very light force.

Turning his head and looking down, Meng Huan was tugging at his cuffs, his brows were clean and his eyes were clear, as if he was a little at a loss.

"Husband."

The young man called out to him.

There was fear of war in the voice.

He was also at a loss when he was furious with Lin Bozhou.

"..."

Lin Bozhou's throat was dry, and the boiling blood cooled down.

He took Meng Huan's hand, the bubbles in his blood subsided, and he returned to his senses, and stepped into the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen: "First try the case."

This is what they came to do.

Meng Huan looked at him quietly and followed beside him. Meng Huan was more comfortable when alone with him, but in front of everyone, he couldn't let go.

The prison in Beizhen Fusi is damp and cold. Jinyiwei is the emperor's pro-army in the Beijing army. He is under the direct command of the emperor and is the most elite. important minister.

In the cold prison in Fusi, Beizhen, sitting quietly in a black plain robe, his figure is bent, his beard is left on his chin, he looks old and destitute.

Cui Ge stood up with support: "My lord, my concubine."

"Get old." Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan sat down.

Meng Huan looked around. This was the first time he met Cui Ge, the leader of Zhuoliu who was in the impression of being overturned, but he did not expect to be a weak and tired old man, and he was looking at him with a smile at this time.

Cui Ge's old voice was tired, but he was always concerned: "Is the princess well?"

Not familiar with him, and had a bad impression, Meng Huan still said politely: "It's much better."

"That's good," Cui Renfang was relieved, "If I really hurt the princess, I will be guilty of a serious crime."

After a simple exchange of greetings, Meng Huan was speechless and quietly hid behind Lin Bozhou.

As Lin Bozhou raised his hand, the interrogation began: "Cui Renfang, people from Zhu Lizhen's tribe in your mansion kidnapped the regent princess and tried to hijack the military salary. Why does he have anything to do with you? Did you collude with Zhu Lizhen and take their benefits? ?”

Cui Renfang was stunned, tears rolled down his line.

"Old man, I was wronged." The voice was filled with the pain of being in prison for the past few days.

Lin Bozhou brought the tea and handed it to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan took it, and then looked at the old man with blurred eyes.

— Just like in the TV series, when the bad guys are caught, the first reaction is to shout for injustice.

"There must be a reason for collaborating with the enemy and treason," Cui Renfang said in a word, "My parents are farmers in the village, relying on the grace of God, I was in my twenties before I was able to become a Jinshi and enter an official career. If there is no Dazong, there is no Your Majesty, without the imperial court, the old man would have starved to death in the fields, how could he have food and clothing, children and grandchildren, and enjoy his old age in peace?"

His eyes were full of tears: "I was born as a Han family, and died as a ghost of the Han family. I have read the books of sages for so many years, and I never dare to forget the words of the sages. How could I be inclined to the barbarians in Liaodong?"

What he said made sense. It was the cultural superiority of the Han people to other races. Cui Renfang was a Confucian scholar who entered the official career through scientific examinations.

—It can only be money.

The wages of avarice is death.

Meng Huan blinked and turned to look at Lin Bozhou.

Without the slightest expression on Lin Bozhou's face, he took Meng Huan's white hand and gently held it in his palm.

He didn't make a judgment, and no one can understand his face.

Ask in class.

"Did you not accept bribes from the other party?"

Cui Renfang shook his head: "Although there is a lot of money, how dare this old man put the people in danger and perish! My lord can go to the old man's house to search to see if there is any money sent by Zhu Lizhen."

He, really, of, mouth, good, hard.

These high-ranking officials who have passed the national scientific examination will transfer their money to their hometowns. After all, after they retire in old age, they will choose to return to their hometowns where they were born and raised.

When Meng Huan marveled at his stubbornness, his fingertips were lightly pinched.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Bozhou with calm eyes.

Immediately understood that Lin Bozhou knew it well.

The tone in the hall became more and more severe: "But An Chui has lived in your residence for four years, and the evidence is solid, how can he deny it?"

Meng Huan's spirit lifted. An Chui explained the reason for this incident. Elder Cui Ge received too many benefits from Mao Chengchang, and he only reported good news but not funerals to Liaodong. Mao Chengchang indulged in pleasure every day, ignored the military, and ignored the Zhu Lizhen clan, which gave him room for development. After the power swelled, Mao and Cui were in a bad sense. They were afraid that things would not go well and decided to hold An Chui as a hostage, lest his father's tribe really dare to go to war.

Cui Renfang eloquently explained, but omitted the reasons for the previous paragraph: "In recent years, the Zhulizhen clan in Jianzhou has developed strongly. Mao Chengchang was worried that the other party would become big, so he first sent the leader's son to the capital to hold him hostage. Something unexpected happened."

"..."

sharp.

Meng Huan has a new insight into his ability to reverse black and white.

According to what he said, he and Mao Chengchang, two traitors, still have foresight? !

Unconsciously, a surge of anger surged up in his chest, Meng Huan gritted his teeth and looked at him.

Cui Renfang looked sad, and was still complaining: "The old man is sincere, but it's a pity that the guards are not strict, and he let An Chui escape from Cui's house and took the princess hostage. The old man is guilty of negligence. The heart of collaborating with the enemy and treason, the sun and the moon can learn from each other!"

He was about to wash himself into a unique and loyal minister.

Lin Bozhou put down the tea cover.

"pity."

"What do you mean, my lord?" Cui Renfang rolled his old eyes.

"Elder Cui Ge didn't have the intention of collaborating with the enemy and treason, but he caused the calamity of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Mr. Cui Ge should tell His Majesty these words." Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were gentle, and he didn't seem to be aggressive at all, but these words made Cui Ge All the old man's excuses were rejected.

—Facts speak louder than words, and what causes disaster is the truth.

There was still a part of the interrogation of Cui Renfang, which was to search for property and evidence of letters between him and Mao Chengchang, which had little to do with Meng Huan. Detain An Chui's imperial prison.

Walking on the road, Cui Renfang's hypocritical face echoed in Meng Huan's mind. He couldn't help looking at Lin Bozhou, his eyes flickered: "Husband."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou looked sideways at him.

"Can he punish?"

Lin Bozhou calmed down: "His interrogation was out of air, and many people would come out of the court to intercede with him. The excuse was that he said he was planning for a rainy day, but it doesn't matter. The husband will also start to criticize him. We must completely overthrow him." It will take a while to fight him, until he is completely unable to turn over. Huanhuan—"

Lin Bozhou stopped calling his name.

"Huh?" Meng Huan looked up.

"The Dazong court is like this. People with discerning eyes can distinguish black and white at once, but they have a lot of mouths to say, rambling, making black and white unclear. Their explanations for a matter are often for their own sake, not for the matter. Myself." Lin Bozhou's dark eyes held back the dim light of the candle, and his voice was like snow falling in a silent place.

"The whole thing is rotten."

Meng Huan blinked his eyelids and looked up at Lin Bozhou.

The boy's skin was like snow-white porcelain, his eyes were like dark brown glass, clean and transparent, his chin was pointed, his lips were stained with a little sickness, and his gaze reflected Lin Bozhou's eyes.

Meng Huan tilted his head and did not speak.

Lin Bozhou guessed that Meng Huan might not understand what he said.

But the youth's shiny pupils flickered slightly, and after a while, he said softly: "So, is your husband so tired?"

With a soft, soft sentence, Lin Bozhou's psychological defense was hit hard, and with a bang, there was a vague tendency to be defeated and collapsed.

As the regent who bears the brunt of the Dazong court, he is hypocritical, hides a knife in his smile, is strong, well-planned, and plays tricks to the limit of his energy. He holds the entire Dazong tens of thousands of things in his hands with both hands. .

When Lin Bozhou said this, he wanted to tell Meng Huan that he could get rid of Cui Renfang and support this crumbling sect.

But in Meng Huan's eyes, he was the only one.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled up: "I'm not tired of being a husband."

The love between his sons and daughters really softened his heart.

"Good."

Meng Huan gently held his hand.

An Chui was caught on the spot, there was no need for much interrogation, and he was bound to die. Meng Huan checked his confession in the past, only to find that An Chui hadn't said a word in the past few days, and he didn't speak when he was tortured.

He was sitting in the prison, disheveled, his dark eyes fell on Meng Huan's face, he approached and pulled the wood, and bared his teeth viciously at Meng Huan, as if he wanted to get out and bite off his flesh.

Meng Huan also stared at him fiercely: "You are going to die soon."

An Chui grinned, smiling coldly: "That's right, I wish you could kill me right now! In this way, you will anger my father, and he will avenge me, storm into the capital with iron hooves, and twist your heads Come down!"

Meng Huan realized that he had nothing to say to him, so he turned his face away and walked out.

Still roaring from behind: "You disgusting liars!"

"Even if I die, I will not bow down to you! Come on, kill me! Do you really dare to kill me? Kill me alone, and my father will slaughter all the people in your cities. Every time he captures a city, he will kill you!" The people of a city! It doesn't matter if I die, anyway, hundreds of thousands of people will be buried with me!"

Meng Huan walked out of Beizhen Fusi Prison.

He was shaking with anger.

They really did the killing and massacre of the city.

If Liaodong loses again and again, the only way for the people there is to be slaughtered and buried alive with iron hooves and machetes.

A brutal war has been fought.

Meng Huan stood where he was, and didn't go any further. He was wrapped in a strong sadness.

"Don't worry," Lin Bozhou tilted his head, noticed Meng Huan's expression, and lowered his eyes, "If the capital of Liaodong can't hold it, the next step is that they will go south into Shanhaiguan and come straight to the capital. However, my husband will go to the capital in person. Fight the invaders on the battlefield and keep them out."

Lin Bozhou bent his back slightly, the shadow fell, and his fingers lightly brushed Meng Huan's face, his words filled with a gentle **** smell: "Huanhuan is not afraid, my husband will solve everything."