Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou's so-called solution to everything is that he will go to the front line, eat and live with the soldiers, eat and sleep in the dew, face the frost and snow in the north together, travel day and night, and measure every inch of land on horseback.

According to the book, Lin Bozhou is a power-hungry and suspicious person. He doesn't trust anyone. Even when he arrives at the military camp, he will investigate everything in detail, win over soldiers, play tricks, and use all schemes and tricks to seize the soldiers.

But even if he is so careful, he is still hard to guard against, and others are causing him more and more troubles.

...such a Lin Bo boat.

Why does the book always make his personality despicable?

Why do people in the court hate him so much?

Meng Huan couldn't figure it out.

Meng Huan looked up at Lin Bozhou intently with his fair face up. Lin Bozhou seemed curious about Meng Huan's thoughtful expression, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan shook his head, his eyes were bright.

half an hour.

Seriously: "You deserve the best praise."

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the air.

The horses were being led, pacing back and forth, neighing.

Meng Huan turned around and got on the carriage going to the palace.

It has been decided that in this broken book with black and white reversed, he wants to see with his own eyes that Lin Bozhou gets the praise and glory that should belong to him, and let those who hate him, curse him, frame him, and belittle him all Get punished and pay the price.

…Um.

— Lin Bozhou should do all of this by himself.

But Meng Huan will cheer him up and prevent him from turning black.

...The idiot can only give spiritual support to QAQ.

Meng Huan got into the carriage. Earlier, Emperor Xuanhe heard that he had been kidnapped and wanted to comfort him, but the emperor is the emperor after all, it would be very troublesome to stay in the Regent's Palace in person, so Meng Huan had to go to the imperial city.

Sitting beside the carriage, Lin Bozhou opened the curtain with his slender fingers, and raised the hem of his robe. When he sat down, the air was filled with the aroma of heavy sandalwood.

Lin Bozhou's dark eyes were heavy, and he looked at him with a smile: "What did Huanhuan mean by that sentence just now? What is the best compliment? I suddenly said this sentence, and my husband didn't understand it."

He gently caressed Meng Huan's fair earlobe with his fingers.

A little itchy, Meng Huan dodged for a while, but didn't dodge, and said, "It means that my husband is the best."

Meng Huan has such a personality, he will praise someone he likes without hesitation, his voice is also sweet, with a bit of a greasy tone, and he looks at Lin Bozhou with shining eyes.

However, as he spoke, Lin Bozhou's gaze dropped slightly, and the corners of his lips lifted inexplicably.

Lin Bozhou repeatedly coaxed Meng Huan to say these words in the bed, but now he looked like a heart-warming little sun, really cute.

Lin Bozhou didn't seem to hear clearly: "Huh?"

Every time he pretended not to hear clearly, Meng Huan would repeat himself.

Meng Huan looked at him seriously and solemnly, leaned closer, pressed his soft lips to his face, and blowing rainbow fart: "My husband is the best."

The voice was soft and breathy, brushing against the skin of his side face, causing a soft itch.

The boy's voice was clean, with a low sticky voice, not loud or small, just falling on his ears, as if acting like a spoiled child.

Any man would go mad when he heard that.

Lin Bozhou raised his lips slightly, and pinched his soft earlobes. He knew why Meng Huan praised him. In this world, Meng Huan was probably the only one who would trust him so wholeheartedly when he heard him draw a cake. Meng Huan was probably the only one whose eyes lit up when he praised him.

At this time, Lin Bozhou felt that his heart had strength, and his bones would become hard and strong.

Lin Bozhou kissed his forehead.

"Okay, for Huanhuan, I am invincible."

The carriage stopped outside the Meridian Gate of the imperial city.

Meng Huan got out of the carriage and looked left and right. There were already internal officials standing behind the Meridian Gate, lined up neatly in two rows, waiting to guide Meng Huan to the imperial garden where Emperor Xuanhe stayed.

Standing inside the door with his head down, Pei Xiyi saw Meng Huan and knelt down: "Meet the princess."

He is the **** next to the emperor, he looks good, and in another book he can be handsome as the **** Haitang, his expression is very submissive, and he doesn't seem to talk much.

When he walked to Lin Bozhou's side, Pei Xiyi said in a low voice, "Master Cui's grandson is here again, playing chess with His Majesty."

His voice was very soft, and he backed away after speaking.

Lin Bozhou was walking normally, but when he heard this sentence, he raised his hand: "Go faster."

The atmosphere seemed to be a little tense.

The pace began to speed up, and when he passed the corner of the palace wall, a **** who was watching just showed his head, and when he saw Lin Bozhou, he didn't pay him a visit, and ran back quickly, apparently to inform him. Sure enough, when he reached the imperial garden, Emperor Xuanhe was wearing a dragon robe, standing on the spot with his hands behind his back, his face full of joy: "Brother Huang, is the sister-in-law here?"

Meng Huan glanced over and saw a figure, following the eunuch, hurried away from behind the waterside pavilion.

A little unclear, so Meng Huan blinked and didn't speak.

Lin Bozhou squinted his gaze, and gave a light oh, the corners of his lips straightened, as if he said deliberately: "Who is leaving? Playing chess with His Majesty? Why don't you stay and finish this game?"

Emperor Xuanhe took his arm and smiled: "Brother Huang is here, why do I keep the others? So I sent him away. Brother Huang, sit down!"

When he said this, he was obviously a little guilty. After taking his arm, he went to take Meng Huan's again: "Sister-in-law, is your leg better?"

The tone of voice is a little mature and solemn.

Meng Huan said politely, "It's much better, thank you."

"That's good, that's good," Emperor Xuanhe nodded solemnly, "Unfortunately, the emperor's sister-in-law was **** and suffered a lot. I asked the treasury to send you some medicinal materials and silk. Take good care of your body and don't refuse." .”

After his guilty conscience passed, the emperor's power was also revealed.

Meng Huan blinked, then nodded: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sitting aside, Lin Bozhou looked at the chess game in the pavilion. Obviously, he was not fooled by Emperor Xuanhe's two words. Although his expression was calm, the silent accusation contained in it was extremely strong.

How could Emperor Xuanhe not understand, so he had to behave better in front of him, pretending to be enthusiastic about political affairs: "Brother Emperor, I have read the letter about the military chaos in Jianzhou in Liaodong, and I heard that it has entered the Great Wall." The line is urgent, how do you think the emperor should solve it?"

Lin Bozhou said: "Let Mao Chengchang fight."

"Mao Chengchang, I don't think he can do it." Emperor Xuanhe frowned solemnly, "I don't know how much military expenditure and people's energy will be needed if there is a war here. It would be great if the war can be stopped as soon as possible."

Lin Bozhou's face brightened a bit: "Your Majesty is wise."

They asked and answered, and the relationship between monarch and minister was obvious.

The political affairs discussed are also very serious.

Meng Huan pricked up his ears to listen, trying to minimize his presence. Lin Bozhou has two faces to outsiders and himself, two faces, two faces, he can tease and coax himself, he is a perfect husband who spoils him to death, but he is very wary of outsiders, dignified and elegant but also indifferent and distant, wearing heavy clothes Meng Huan's mask made him look like a different person. Although Meng Huan would feel strange, he would not spoil his affairs.

Emperor Xuanhe carefully looked at Lin Bozhou's face, and tried to make a suggestion: "I heard that the son of the leader of the Zhulizhen clan in Jianzhou is in prison?"

Lin Bozhou: "Return to His Majesty, yes."

Emperor Xuanhe thought about it and said, "Why don't you return him to the Zhulizhen clan in exchange for a truce? Then there will be no more wars, and the lives of the people will be saved. It's the best of both worlds."

Lin Bozhou closed his drooping eyelashes, opened them again, and clenched his fingers slightly.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Emperor Xuanhe patted his head violently, and woke up: "Oh, no, that guy has kidnapped the wife of the emperor's brother. How can he be let go with such hatred between the country and the family?"

Lin Bozhou just asked: "Who gave this advice to His Majesty?"

Emperor Xuanhe realized from his tone that the problem was a bit serious, and hurriedly said, "I thought about it myself." He immediately understood, "I understand that the emperor's brother disagrees, and the emperor's wife was kidnapped by him, who can bear it? Take this suggestion as if I haven’t mentioned it before!”

He actually thinks this is a good suggestion, but it needs to consider Lin Bozhou's mood, so he can't use it.

Lin Bozhou said slowly and calmly, "Your Majesty, even if the princess is not kidnapped, An Chui cannot be released."

"Why?" Emperor Xuanhe was puzzled.

Lin Bozhou felt that the blood in his body was turning cold, and he paused every word: "If the other party threatens to invade, we will agree to his conditions, then he comes to besiege the city every day to threaten, what conditions can we agree to? This is Weakness and compromise. For the enemy's invasion, we must stand up and bravely meet the enemy, even if it requires a great sacrifice, let them bear our pain, let them fear death more than we do, the only way to beat them Only when you are afraid and run away from the wind can you ensure peace and tranquility."

Emperor Xuanhe's voice was a little hesitant: "Is that so..."

"Does Your Majesty really believe that they will stop the war when we return to An Chui?" Lin Bozhou said, "If you put your expectations on others, you must be prepared to be disappointed. The war is cruel, but it is necessary. If they dare to stir up trouble, they will They must be made to pay the price and feel fear. They kill the prisoners of war, we kill the prisoners of war, they massacre the city, we massacre the city, we kill more than them, let them bleed harder, so that they will know the pain and feel the fear , Your Majesty, do you understand? Compromise will only make the other party push forward."

Emperor Xuanhe finally understood, and suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

Emperor Xuanhe looked at him with admiration: "Brother Huang is really smart."

But...he also knew that Lin Bozhou was knowledgeable and good at debating, and who knew if this might be an excuse for him to avenge himself?

Lin Bozhou's complexion didn't look good at all.

He sat, his palms tightened slightly.

He wanted to know why, why Emperor Xuanhe had studied for so many years and received so many years of education, but he always made decisions that harmed the country.

If, one day, he left his side, what would Da Zong be like? How could he win against the officials with ulterior motives?

Emperor Xuanhe asked again: "How does the emperor think this battle is going to be fought?"

Lin Bozhou said: "It's almost autumn now, the crops in the fields have been harvested, and there is enough food and grass to support a winter war. However, there is a high probability that the opponent will run out of food in the next spring, so they will definitely choose to attack rather than fight for a long time. Da Zong As long as we strictly guard against death and have sufficient supplies, we can survive this winter. According to the insurance strategy, resist their attack, wait until they run out of food and start attacking when they retreat, then we can send out troops to drive them out."

Emperor Xuanhe nodded: "It makes sense."

"The only thing I'm worried about now is that the soldiers and horses of Liaodong Dusi are too weak. If they can't defend and let the opponent enter the pass, the people in the pass will have plenty of food and grass. After being robbed by them, their power will increase, and there will be more variables."

Emperor Xuanhe sighed: "Sigh, Shanhaiguan is an important military town, heavily guarded by troops, so it's not impossible to hold it?"

Lin Bozhou shook his head: "Not necessarily."

He paused, and said: "If the Liaodong capital is captured, the battle will be dangerous. I implore Your Majesty to kill Mao Chengchang to calm the morale of the army, and let the humble officials go to guard the gate of the country."

Hearing these words, Meng Huan turned his head and glanced at him.

As expected.

The war is too serious. According to Lin Bozhou's worrying personality, he can't worry about other people, so he will definitely volunteer to guard the country's gate.

Emperor Xuanhe panicked immediately: "Brother Huang is going to fight, what should I do?"

"Your Majesty is fourteen years old, you should learn to handle political affairs by yourself." Lin Bozhou said.

"No, I can't live without the emperor!" Emperor Xuan He rolled his eyes and shouted naturally.

Lin Bozhou remained expressionless and silent.

Not to mention Lin Bozhou's mood.

Meng Huan felt his chest was about to explode.

That's it, who is the PUA? Isn't this properly treating Lin Bozhou as a tool man, and playing chess every day as a shopkeeper?

Meng Huan gritted his teeth, and after a while, said softly, "Why can't your majesty live without the prince?"

Emperor Xuanhe turned his head: "The officials will deceive me and tell lies. If the emperor's brother is not here, I will definitely be played around by them."

"Is that so?" Meng Huan looked puzzled, "Then why doesn't His Majesty try to identify the authenticity by himself, but always thinks of the prince to do it for His Majesty?"

His tone was light, and he didn't mean to criticize too much, so as not to upset Emperor Xuanhe.

Emperor Xuanhe asked what do you know: "It is very difficult to study and manage politics. I am learning."

"If you spend more time learning it," Meng Huan said, "Your Majesty should be able to learn it soon."

It's just that Emperor Xuanhe's mind was full of fun, and he didn't care about political affairs at all. Think about it, what kind of brains are the people who govern the affairs of the country? Can a half-assed person like him outplay others?

"I know, I'm learning," Emperor Xuanhe waved his hand, "Also, although Brother Huang is married to you, Brother Huang is not yours alone, but a courtier of my Dazong. Don't be too possessive. powerful."

Meng Huan curled his lips, feeling really dull.

Emperor Xuanhe and Lin Bozhou continued to discuss the matter of elder Cui Ge.

Meng Huan sat aside, feeling very bad.

Lin Bozhou saw it, and finished the discussion with Emperor Xuanhe. He wanted to have dinner together. When he saw the concubine, he also declined: "The concubine has not recuperated in the past few days, and I am afraid that she is not feeling well again. Your Majesty, please let me go." The concubine returns to the mansion, and she will come back when she is healthy."

Emperor Xuanhe didn't hold back too much: "Okay."

He found that apart from being good-looking, Meng Huan didn't know how to play chess and had no great interests.

Leaving the Meridian Gate and getting into the carriage, Meng Huan propped his chin and looked out the window. After Lin Bozhou sat in, he immediately held Lin Bozhou's hand under the sleeve.

The gloomy sandalwood fragrance permeated the air, Lin Bozhou turned his head, and before he could speak, Meng Huan supported his shoulders with an aggrieved expression, and straddled his legs, becoming a posture of sitting in his arms.

Meng Huan put his arms around his neck, feeling stuffy, his white ears and neck were gently stroked by his fingertips.

"Huanhuan is angry?" Lin Bozhou's voice softened.

Meng Huan bit his earlobe, and after biting a few wet teeth marks, he leaned over his ear and asked softly, "...husband, are you mine?"

He asked in a low voice, his ears flushed.

It seemed that he was ashamed to ask this question, but he was holding back if he didn't ask.

He, Meng Huan, wants everyone to understand that the main line of this book is the line of love! Not a plot line!

Lin Bozhou smiled lightly.

The voice is low and tender.

"It's Huanhuan's, not Huanhuan's, who else could it be?"

Meng Huan said "Woo~" and bit his ear again.

Damn Emperor Xuanhe dared to rob him, didn't he know that he was the protagonist...

Meng Huan couldn't help biting him when he got angry, his tiger teeth were sharp, and the back of Lin Bozhou's ears turned red after biting, but he bent his lips and didn't say anything, as if he enjoyed Meng Huan's temper tantrum in his arms. Leaning lazily on the back seat of the carriage.

After making him quarrel for a while, Lin Bozhou wrapped his arms around Meng Huan's buttocks, carried him back to his seat and sat down, and patted his shoulder: "I'll listen to Huanhuan's complaints when I return home."

I was afraid that if we rubbed for a while, the two of us in the carriage would not be dignified.

Meng Huan also sat down, and after a while the carriage stopped, and a voice sounded through the curtain: "My lord, I heard that my lord wants to see your servant?"

It's from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Wearing an official uniform, standing well-behaved, half-aged.

Lin Bozhou lifted the curtain with one hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Wang Yushi."

Wang Yushi approached and walked to the carriage, Lin Bozhou said softly: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is responsible for pestering the officials' words and deeds. The atmosphere in the court has not been very good recently, and there has been war in Liaodong. It is necessary to clear up the atmosphere and calm down the rumors. It is up to you all to inspect It's time for the court to contribute. In the past few days, when you go to court, you should participate in the book, and you should go to the book, and you can just play in front of major events, and don't care about anyone's favor."

Hearing this sentence, the censor was shocked. As long as you know something about the court situation, you should know that the only trend that Lin Bozhou needs to clear up now is the war between Cui Gelao and Liaodong—Lin Bozhou’s move is to remind him that the wind has changed, and Cui Gelao and his colleagues should be impeached. party up.

The imperial court is about to cause a big disturbance.

Wang Yushi nodded, trembling with fear: "Your official understands."

The curtain was lowered again, Wang Yushi must have gone far away, Shan Xing hesitated for a while, scratched his head, and couldn't help but ask: "My lord?"

"how?"

Shan Xing felt uneasy, but he had to say: "Now that foreign enemies are invading, is it better not to have factional disputes in the court? To fight against the outside world, we must first settle down at home. Cui Ge's power is deeply rooted in the court. Maybe he can't be brought down for the time being, but there is still a possibility. It caused his party members to counterattack. What if we accidentally stir up the imperial court and cause Liaodong to fight against the aliens, what should we do?"

Shan Xing's worries are not unreasonable.

Only a united imperial court can have centripetal force, and the command to defend against the enemy is like using the body and fingers, so as to improve the efficiency of mobilization to the extreme.

"But the matter is so urgent that we can't wait any longer," Lin Bozhou said. "If Mr. Cui Ge doesn't overthrow him, he may use the matter of Liaodong to force the court. Besides, Mao Chengchang, that trash, will definitely not be able to keep the capital. I'm about to leave Beijing to garrison outside the customs. Now I'm at odds with Cui Renfang. Even if I don't get rid of him for the time being, he will find a way to kill me. Once he leaves the court, he will have a lot of room to move, and the disaster will never be eliminated. It’s hard to keep the king safe.”

Shan Xing understood his difficulties: "My lord is right."

"As soon as possible," Lin Bozhou said, "Liaodong will persist for another half a month at most. In this half month, Cui Renfang must be sentenced to death, and people must participate in the impeachment, and all his cronies will be scolded. Who dares to make trouble Just scold anyone."

Lin Bozhou's methods have always been vigorous and decisive, but the sudden outbreak of the Liaodong war suddenly accelerated all disputes. Under the turbulent circumstances, he must seize the opportunity.

There was silence in the carriage.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and thought about what could be wrong in this matter. Now, Cui Renfang has been accused, and there are people who impeach him...

Variables, what other variables?

The only variable is probably Emperor Xuanhe.

Suddenly, Lin Bozhou opened his eyelids.

The dark light in his eyes became brighter, his tone was like a blade coming out of its sheath, and his words were full of murderous intent: "Take the eldest grandson of the Cui family immediately! Those who can be caught alive will be caught alive, and those who can't be caught will be killed. Find a place to close or bury him, and he is not allowed to step into the palace again."

If you kill him, His Majesty will definitely be angry.

But he may blow some wind in His Majesty's ear, so he must kill him.

Lin Bozhou is going to be wiped out now.

But in the imperial court, people are not ruthless and cannot stand firmly.

Shan Xing realized the seriousness of the matter: "Take orders."

A row of fast horses left Lin Bozhou and went straight to Beizhen Fusi to look for Luo Juan. He is Lin Bozhou's special executioner, Luo Juan arranges the killing task, and handles it quite neatly, and will never leave any clues.

The carriage fell into silence again, Meng Huan's eyes flickered, his fair and handsome face was upturned, his deer-like eyes were clear and clean, and his full red lips were slightly parted. look at him.

Meng Huan was clean, and there was no trace of blood on his body.

Lin Bozhou just remembered.

He lowered his eyelashes and his eyes fell on Meng Huan's cheek.

Generally speaking, he dealt with murder and didn't want to be in front of Meng Huan. His wife is pure and kind, even if one person must die, but it still has one life, Meng Huan will be shocked when he sees it.

He didn't want to sleep next to Meng Huan as a **** murderer, and Meng Huan would wake up from a dream and feel strange when seeing his face.

Lin Bozhou brushed his jade-like earlobe: "Are you afraid?"

Meng Huan didn't speak, but just took Lin Bozhou's hand.

Meng Huan's hand joints are well-proportioned, with slender finger roots, as white as green onions, soft and white, and weak in strength, unlike those who have held knives and guns, their palms are strong and rough.

When the pair of soft white hands hold some hideous colored things and can't stop fondling them, jerky teasing them, the scene will be very pleasing to the eyes.

Meng Huan stroked the back of his hand, causing inexplicable itching. He lowered his head, the white part of his ears and neck was almost glowing, and the whiteness extended into the skirt of his clothes, looking clean and spotless.

He pinched Lin Bozhou's fingers lightly, but did not answer the question.

I don't know what to think about for a while, but suddenly made up my mind, leaned closer, and kissed Lin Bozhou's lips coquettishly.

"Husband."

Obediently, it is very obvious that she is deliberately trying to please.

Suddenly acting like a baby, Lin Bozhou vaguely realized something, and gently pinched his earballs.

"Um?"

Meng Huan pecked his lips again, and rubbed against his arms, smiling cutely and sweetly.

"My husband is going to fight, can you take your wife with you?"

"...?" Lin Bozhou pursed his lips slightly.

Meng Huan opened his almond eyes and became even more tender: "Husband, I love you so much, I can't live without you."

"..."