Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The soldiers who sat down ate by themselves.

The piece of meat on the tip of the knife was cut neatly before handing it to Meng Huan's lips. It was hard for Meng Huan to refuse in front of everyone, but he still shook his head.

unpalatable.

I hope Lin Bozhou can understand.

The heroic style of the military did not suit his stomach.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and said "huh?", as if he was a little surprised that he wanted to add food to Meng Huan but was rejected. He put the fork back on the bacon and nodded: "Don't you like this?"

Meng Huan hummed slightly.

"Try the roast goose." He said again.

When the soldiers below looked up occasionally, they saw Lin Bozhou propping up his knees with one hand, raising his robe sleeves, Ruo Ruowu looked at the wine waiter beside him, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be alienated, and occasionally it gave people an illusion that they were not so alienated .

Although I think I think too much...there is still a thought in everyone's mind, Lin Bozhou married a male concubine, he...is he really masculine?

It was almost late at night when the banquet ended, and it was time for the curfew in the army.

The camp was full of food and wine, and they all went to bed. Meng Huan was going to go back to his tent in the dark. He just got up, and Lin Bozhou's voice behind him was drunk: "Is everyone settled?"

Chen An replied: "It's all settled in the tent."

Lin Bozhou hummed: "Go and see."

Meng Huan turned his head and looked at him quietly.

Lin Bozhou couldn't say that he didn't care about the servants, but he was a noble person, so there was no need to go to the place where the servants lived to check. As expected, this move was to inspect Meng Huan's residence in a grand manner.

Meng Huan gritted his teeth, thinking that Lin Bozhou was really worried.

There are dark lights in the camp, and there are people reading and playing chess. In the next few days, he still has to wait for Lin Bozhou to organize an army, and he may not necessarily go out. After Lin Bozhou came over, those who were already sleeping under the covers got up one after another.

"Meet the prince."

Lin Bozhou asked a few words, his eyes resting on Meng Huan's bed.

The quilts are laid out neatly and in a good position, and it seems that I can sleep peacefully, so there is no big problem. Not far away, with the other head poking out, Zhu Dongzheng looked at him respectfully.

"..."

Lin Bozhou pulled his lower lip and looked down.

Meng Huan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, it was almost like living in a dormitory.

With a weary tone, Lin Bozhou said: "I also brought some fresh vegetables and meat in the luggage. If you are not used to eating those in the army, you should eat those meat and vegetables first. It's getting late, everyone, take a good rest."

After the inspection, drunk, he walked out of the tent.

Meng Huan followed him out of the camp, and set up a torch on a high place, seeing Lin Bozhou let a group of people follow him away, and went back to his commander's tent.

There was a cool breeze, and Meng Huan was standing like this, when a voice came from behind: "You went to serve wine today, did he promote you?"

"..." Meng Huan startled him, and walked to the side, "What is it?"

Zhu Dong showed an unbelievable expression: "To be honest, brother Chen, you are indeed handsome. I have been thinking recently that the prince has a good eye for you. Could it be that he has plans for you?"

"..."

The more Meng Huan heard the more outrageous, he turned his head and walked into the shadow of the torch: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Hey. I'm kindly reminding you that the prince is very masculine, and you are handsome. It's cold and lonely in the barracks. I'm afraid that sooner or later I can't help calling you to sleep. You have to think about it. Concubine, you can only be a concubine." Zhu Dong looked serious.

Is there a possibility that his wife is me.

Meng Huan frowned even tighter: "You—"

In the ear, there was a loud shout suddenly.

"Stop arguing! There's a watch in the barracks, what can't be said at dawn? They're all asleep here!"

With such a fierce tone, Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, turned around, only to find that it was a person in another tent. He didn't dress like a soldier, he was probably a follower of a certain general's mansion.

When he yelled like this, Meng Huan remembered Chen An's advice not to make trouble in the army, so he shut up and walked into the tent.

Unexpectedly, the other party saw him walking towards the prince regent's tent, and quickly said: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm a little blind, I didn't see clearly that it was someone from the palace just now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

Meng Huan was puzzled by the speed at which the other party changed his face, Zhu Dong laughed and said, "My lord is going to kill nobles in the tent tonight, these people don't dare to be domineering."

Speaking of this, Meng Huan nodded: "Indeed, the prince is quite fierce."

"It's fierce, it means offending people." Zhu Dong said, "Just wait, even if there is no one in the barracks, there will be people in the court."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Huan's heart skipped a beat.

He thought of how Lin Bozhou was facing the enemy outside the customs, but was stabbed in the back, was impeached constantly and used tricks to deceive him, and was startled.

"Why? Besides the family of the deceased, are there other people making trouble?"

"Of course." Zhu Dong sat back on the bed and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who made Da Zong poor?"

Meng Huan: "Your Majesty?"

"Maybe," Zhu Dong said, "Da Zong was impoverished by the clan, nobles, and bureaucrats. They own a lot of land, one-half of the world, but the common people have no land to cultivate. These people have everything when they are born. If they are taken away, they will make trouble."

Meng Huan vaguely understood something: "So..."

"Xungui thinks it's okay for him to eat empty wages, but the prince meddles in his own business. Isn't this cutting off their money? What's more, they kill people. This group is not clean. The prince touches one of them, and their lips are cold. I will try my best to criticize the prince, even if I find some false excuses."

Meng Huan understood.

That's why so many people hate him.

"Is it okay for the prince not to kill people? No. These old slickers are the best at watching people order dishes. If the prince dare not kill people, he thinks that the prince dare not touch them, and he is even more unscrupulous." Zhu Dong said, "Damn it, the big two hundred After many years of Guozuo, the blood and loyalty of these noble ancestors have long been worn away, leaving only fat and wine in their heads."

He made a lot of sense.

Meng Huan looked at him with admiration: "You still have something, you understand everything. Unlike me, I don't understand anything."

"Brother, this sentence is over." Zhu Dong was very modest, "everyone who has read books in the world knows." He looked outside the camp, his eyes dimmed, "but the only one who dares to speak out, dares to make changes Yes, there is only Wang Ye. This is also the reason why I want to follow Wang Ye."

His words, although in the second grade, are also very sincere.

Meng Huan felt a little touched, this is one of the few good people in this book.

Meng Huan just wanted to praise him a few words.

I heard Zhu Dong click again: "It's just that I didn't expect that the prince is a womanizer, and I am somewhat disappointed."

"..."

erotic?

Meng Huan finally understands why Lin Bozhou refuses to bring him to camp. In this scheming article, most people have no sense of love and regard beauty as a dangerous knife and honey poison. If Lin Bozhou can't resist beauty, then he will become a In the eyes of other people, people with unstable minds and weaknesses will greatly reduce their leadership charisma.

...But Lin Bozhou, there is really no problem with his ability.

However, he really couldn't resist Meng Huan's beauty.

As long as Meng Huan makes a fuss and Lin Bozhou frowned, he will really kill you.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan's ears turned red.

He slowly pulled the quilt over his face.

...Then there is no way, Lin Bozhou loves him very much.

I can't stop Lin Bozhou from loving him.

snort.

A group of ancient people who don't understand love, Meng Huan murmured in his heart.

He just muttered like this, and fell asleep until dawn.

The next morning, Meng Huan got up when he heard the sound of the trumpet, washed his face, and stood outside the tent, rubbing his eyes sleepily. When the sun shone into his eyes, he yawned.

Beside him, a voice sounded: "Wake up, nephew."

Meng Huan turned his head and saw Shan Xing.

"..."

He lived in the camp beside him, and lived with Lin Bozhou's core confidants such as Chen An. At this time, his clothes were neatly buttoned up, and he was full of smiles. Behind him stood a group of well-dressed people.

Meng Huan was confused: "You are so early?"

"My lord is going to the barracks to organize the army today. I'm busy enough, so I don't have to go first." He asked, "Are you used to living here?"

He asked this, obviously going to report to Lin Bozhou later.

Meng Huan pulled his lips: "It's okay."

From behind, Zhu Dong jumped out: "Cousin, where are you going? I want to go too!"

"Don't go," Shan Xing said, "You don't know how to cook, cook a few meals for your uncles and brothers today, don't make trouble, just stay by yourself."

"..." Zhu Dong sighed, "Heroes are useless."

Without listening to his nonsense, Shan Xing and Chen An walked along the tall fence and hurried to the camp of the Chinese army.

Meng Huan was left on the spot, and looked at Zhu Dong in surprise: "Why do you feel like we don't have anything to do?"

"That's for sure!" Zhu Dong yelled, "Do you think it's easy to show your face in front of the prince?!"

"..."

Sure enough, this person without the halo of the protagonist is miserable.

Meng Huan An Xin played the little guy. Unconvinced, Zhu Dong returned to the tent, took out some vegetables and bacon they brought from the palace, and started cooking.

Meng Huan stood aside to help fight.

Directly in front of them was the tent in the Prince Zhenguan's mansion, and a few people would come in and out from time to time, looking at them.

Marquis of Zhenguan.

Xu Ruolin's father.

This person is close to the Qingliu Party, will he trip Lin Bozhou?

Meng Huan couldn't help thinking.

But he picked up the bowl and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any strategy except to kill the two bowls of rice.

"..."

Meng Huan ate another bowl of rice very aggrieved.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening. You can't run around in the barracks, so Meng Huan followed them to the treasury to count the weapons, help keep accounts, and help out all day today.

It was probably evening when he left the treasury. Chen An and the group of Shan Xing finally came back. They were travel-stained, sweaty, and their lips were so dry that they peeled off. They must have not drank a sip of water: "My lord is on tour today. There are fifteen battalions in the big camp, and strong soldiers are selected from them to form a new regiment battalion. 100,000 people take away 50,000 people, and then take away 100,000 people from the squadron to form an organization. Didn't even catch my breath."

Lin Bozhou is a workaholic, so he had to run around with them.

Meng Huan poured a glass of water for Chen An, and he held it with both hands: "Thank you."

They were so tired, they must have been riding for a whole day, Chen An's inner knees were worn out with blood blisters, and his posture on the bench was very strange. He is a civil servant, not very used to riding a horse, mountain travel is better, but he also suffers from back pain.

The battle is urgent, Lin Bozhou killed people overnight last night, and today he is touring the camp to train the new army, and let them pack up and follow the food and supplies tomorrow, and set off for the next destination.

There was a sense of anxiety before the war in the camp.

Meng Huan watched them rest from the side, wondering if Lin Bozhou was tired, but he was too embarrassed to ask, so he just stood aside anxiously, and opened and closed his lips a few times.

Chen An twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face, seeing Meng Huan's dark eyes blinking, he let out an "ah".

Then, he picked up a letter and handed it to him, lovingly said: "Nephew, pass it to the prince for uncle."

There was obviously nothing in the letter, it was just a pretense to meet.

Meng Huan's heart was clenched, and his fingers clenched the letter tightly. Inexplicably, he had the feeling of meeting him in first love, and went to the Zhongjun tent.

The guards reported "Chen An's letter" and did not stop him. Meng Huan went in, and through the screen, he saw his shoulders with half of his shirt off, basking in the scorching sun all day, and his complexion was flushed. Lin Bozhou turned his head halfway, his black hair fell to his shoulders and neck, and he didn't look at him: "What letter."

The tone is neither cold nor light.

Meng Huan approached and said softly, "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou squinted his gaze back, then paused.

Conditions in the army were not good, and he had to bring a bucket of cold water to take a bath.

As he approached, Meng Huan realized that he might have had enough sunburn that day, the back of his hand holding the rein of the horse was peeled off, and his skin color was darker. He used to be a civil servant in the imperial court, but now he was full of agitation, gradually sharpening the sharpness of a general. breath.

Subconsciously looking outside the tent, Meng Huan touched the back of his hand with a frustrated tone: "Does it hurt?"

Lin Bozhou supported his waist and hugged him behind the screen, put his hands on his buttocks: "It doesn't hurt." After speaking, he kissed his neck and ear.

Some hot breath diffused over the tip of the nose, and the two of them only had this kind of time to talk for a while in a whole day. Meng Huan twisted up the handkerchief and wiped his body for him, and looked down, sure enough, after riding for a day, the inner thighs were worn and peeled off.

"I heard that you've been riding a horse all day, and you're so tired." Meng Huan murmured for him.

He twisted the veil again and wiped his shoulders, neck and chest, as well as the strong abdominal muscles in his waist. There was only the sound of dripping water. When he wiped Lin Bozhou's body, Lin Bozhou seemed to be in a hurry, pinching the seconds, and smoothed his body quickly. Seeing something that made him restless the moment he saw Meng Huan.

Meng Huan didn't care either, he was used to it, and concentrated on wiping his sweat.

But when he lowered his head, the handkerchief fell into the water with a soft sound.

With the sound of water, the warm liquid also splashed on the lips.

"Husband..." Meng Huan really didn't expect him to face him, his eyebrows and eyes couldn't hide his surprise, he raised his head, his reddish lips parted, his white teeth were clenched, his brows and eyes were full of hesitation and bewilderment, "you are facing me s face-"

A place like the army is full of men, and the male hormones are strong, which can easily stimulate the brutality, strength, lust, rudeness, and disrespect in the blood of men, turning them into primitive beasts that only focus on physical fitness.

Lin Bozhou killed someone first last night, and tonight he had another day of rage. He didn't have time to study, and his etiquette, righteousness, and shame seemed to have faded a lot.

Meng Huan frowned in confusion, Lin Bozhou pinched his lips with his fingertips, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water, and slightly raised: "Lick."

The sound is also low.

"..."

save.

lick what...

Very visceral.

Meng Huan squeezed the veil tightly, her ears turned red with shame, glared at him with her moist eyes, then reluctantly stuck out her tongue and licked her plump lips. The lips immediately glowed with sparkling water, and the breath immediately swept into the mouth, densely engulfed.

The atmosphere is very quiet.

It's like a beast.

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes relaxed, and his expression was extremely happy.

"..."

Meng Huan's ears were red, and the good mood that came to pity him disappeared, and he threw the veil on him: "I just want to tell you, I live well there, don't worry about me, take care of yourself ,goodbye."

With a crisp tone, he ran out of the tent after speaking.

Regardless of his back, Lin Bozhou picked up the veil, and when he saw the curtain was lifted by him, he lowered it, closed his eyes, and smiled inexplicably at the corners of his lips.

The night was dark, covering Meng Huan's complicated eyebrows and eyes.

The environment has a great influence on people... He couldn't help thinking, he always felt that if Lin Bozhou stayed here for a while, maybe he had the habit of soldiers and bandits, and he completely changed his appearance and became wild.

Meng Huan returned to the tent and wiped his lower lip to make sure there was nothing.

Everyone was packing up, and Zhu Dong said, "You're back? Pack up your clothes. We'll be marching early tomorrow morning."

"So fast?"

Meng Huan went back to the floor to fold the clothes and put them into the bag. No one spoke in the whole tent, only the rustling of clothes being put away.

It can also be seen from the opened curtain that people are rushing in and out of Zhenguanhou's tent on the opposite side and packing their things.

The company was very quiet, but the atmosphere was inexplicably restless.

- This is to prepare for the march.