Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

In the silence, Lin Bozhou raised his brows: "It's quite romantic, isn't it?"

Meng Huan: "..."

The drunkenness in his mind was seeing Lin Bozhou's face disappear without a trace, and he wanted to complete the sentence "Husband", when he suddenly realized something, and looked at the dumbfounded Zhu Dong beside him.

Although Zhu Dong was a small character, and his military service was almost useless, he was also fortunate enough to have seen the face of the regent, so of course he could recognize who the man in front of him was.

He stumbled and lifted his robe: "See you—"

Lin Bozhou raised his finger and said one word: "Hush."

This action immediately made Zhu Dong feel incapable. He stood there in embarrassment, and cast his bewildered eyes on Meng Huan.

—The regent's posture, could it be that he came here specially to find Brother Chen?

However, what is the reason that the regent, who is so respected and prominent, came to such an ordinary restaurant to find a young boy who was with the army?

—Is it love?

What is the princess in the palace!

Meng Huan also calmed down, blinked, and asked innocently: "When did the prince come back?"

After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice appropriately: "Why don't you say it in advance."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips twitched, a smile that was not a smile: "Let me tell you in advance, you should go back to the house early, so that this king doesn't know that you secretly came to the restaurant to listen to the music?"

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him, having nothing to say, so he could only laugh "hehe".

The smiling eyes are curved, very sweet.

Obviously want to get away with it.

Lin Bozhou glanced at the balcony, the light reflected on his side face seemed to be dimmed, but he was not fooled by him: "Have you finished listening to the song?"

Meng Huan said obediently, "I've finished listening."

"Go home." Lin Bozhou simply said two words.

Meng Huan scratched his head, looked at Zhu Dong secretly, and felt like an unlucky kid who was beaten home by his father with a broom when he went online with his classmates: "Then let's go home?"

"..." Zhu Dong trembled all over.

How dare he say no!

He nodded like pecking rice, tiptoed, followed beside them.

Lin Bozhou glanced at him sideways, noticing that Meng Huan had to ask Zhu Dong for his opinion before leaving, his lips were slightly pursed, as if remembering something, and he didn't speak for a while.

Zhu Dong shuddered in his heart.

The prince's eyes are really terrifying!

Near the counter, Zhu Dong approached sensiblely, and took money out of his pocket: "Little man, settle the bill first."

Meng Huan remembered: "Oh, yes, I haven't paid the bill yet." He felt in his pocket and found that there was no dime, so he could only say, "Then you treat me this time, and I will treat you next time."

Just as Zhu Dong nodded, he heard a soft "huh?" in his ear, and was immediately blocked by Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and said in a flat tone, "I'll do it."

"..."

The faint light in Lin Bozhou's eyes was a little cold, and he looked distant, indifferent, and very difficult to get along with. He always felt that he had returned from a trip to the battlefield, and his whole body was terrifyingly murderous.

"..."

Zhu Dong hurriedly stepped aside and asked him to pay the bill.

The group walked back to the General Military Mansion, and the atmosphere was very awkward. Knowing that Zhu Dong was by his side, Meng Huan was embarrassed to talk to Lin Bozhou tenderly, so he had to find some dull topics.

He tried his best to follow Lin Bozhou's footsteps, but Lin Bozhou walked too fast, and he even jogged occasionally: "The prince is back so soon?"

"Jinzhou is defended, come back and have a look." Lin Bozhou said.

Meng Huan applauded, his eyes brightened: "My lord is so powerful."

"..." Lin Bozhou licked his lower lip, and closed his eyes reluctantly.

Meng Huan was drunk when he said this, the breath of alcohol was exhaled from his lips, the end of his eyes was flushed red after drunkenness, the smell of alcohol in his words was very strong, and he looked a little dizzy.

Walking is not very stable, especially like a man who goes out to spend time and drink.

Who would have thought that when he went out to meet the enemy, his life and death were unpredictable, he hurried back to see his wife, and he listened to a little song in a restaurant after a break?

Lin Bozhou held his wrist.

Wanting to let Zhu Dong see, Meng Huan was a little embarrassed, and broke away from him: "I can go."

His hands suddenly became empty and became dangling.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, raised his brows in understanding, and didn't help him anymore.

All the way to the General Military Mansion, Zhu Dong resigned, Meng Huan entered the courtyard and stuck Lin Bozhou's hand: "Husband."

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight splashed across the entire courtyard.

Lin Bozhou turned his head, and Meng Huan stuck his head up in a dizzy state, grabbing his arm and hugging him, as if he was sleepy. I heard the servants in the room ask: "My lord, do you want to serve the food hot?"

Only then did Meng Huan realize: "Have you not eaten yet?"

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled: "Yes."

Meng Huan felt distressed: "Then I will accompany you to dinner."

There was no one else in the room, Meng Huan arched into his arms, put his arms around his neck, raised his head and kissed his lips lightly.

It was cold, Meng Huan went to the restaurant and went back to the courtyard to take a shower and changed his clothes, so he was refreshed. He was sleepy because of drunkenness, but he kept his arms around him, carefully examining Lin Bozhou's face.

It's rare for his husband to be serious, and he seems very dissatisfied with his behavior of peeking at the female anchor's video.

Moreover, his brows and eyes were stained with wind and frost, and he lost the sense of dignity and dignity he had in the court before, and the heavy **** smell, which seemed to smell like rust, rushed towards his face.

It's frightening.

When Meng Huan looked at him, his throat slipped out, "Oops".

The mandible was pinched by his slender fingers, holding the weapon for half a month, the calluses on Lin Bozhou's palm became much heavier.

Lin Bozhou's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, he seemed to want to get angry, but he held back, and sighed for a while: "You are really beautiful."

"..."

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he stretched out his fingers to caress his eyebrows and eyes. The fingertips were light and soft to the touch.

The silent and slow caress, from the restlessness of the iron horse fighting on the battlefield, gradually softened, and turned into an embrace between two people.

Meng Huan touched his eyebrows with his fingers. The more considerate he was, the more Lin Bozhou could feel the longing and violent clamor in his body that had been accumulated for half a month and had not vented.

He lowered his head and bit Meng Huan's lips, grinding the tips of his teeth.

"..."

Meng Huan opened his eyes, a little surprised, but opened his lips to accept Lin Bozhou's kiss with unknown anger.

It fell like a storm, and the sharp canine teeth seemed to tear him apart and devour him. The bite made Meng Huan's lips turn red, he was short of breath, and a thin mournful cry came out from his throat.

Just after this sound, the string in Lin Bozhou's mind broke, and he held his thin waist with his big hands and hugged him tightly, picked him up, and strode back to the wing room.

"Husband..."

Meng Huan tightly grasped the clothes on his shoulders.

He was actually a little scared, feeling that Lin Bozhou's body smelled of blood and was rough and restless, similar to those men he saw in the barracks, and he was all oppressed by physical strength.

As soon as Meng Huan saw it, he felt that a good meal was indispensable, and he would feel uncomfortable soon.

Put in the room by him, with his back against the door, Meng Huan nervously licked his lower lip, and found a topic: "Husband, don't you want to eat first?"

Lin Bozhou's hand ran along his neckline, and when he took off his clothes, the rough clothes made Meng Huan's skin flushed, and his eyes were foggy: "I'm not in the mood to eat."

He has only one mood right now.

It's been a long time since I saw Meng Huan, the yearning screaming in his bones, the restlessness that tormented him, must be vented.

And immediately.

The dishes on the table were reheated, but cooled again.

When the servants came in with the dishes, they could hear the commotion in the next room, and hurriedly retreated out, closing the courtyard door behind them.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent in the yard.

Meng Huan huddled under the cool silk quilt, his eyes were red.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, immersed in the silence ruined by Lin Bozhou.

The bones seemed to be falling apart and being reassembled, and the calf was sore. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed in, it was Lin Bozhou who put the water basin outside. Meng Huan sat up, Lin Bozhou was wearing a snow-white obscene dress, the neckline was slack open, and his wet black hair was hanging on his shoulders, and he came back.

Meng Huan remembered the food on the table and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Lin Bozhou: "Some."

Meng Huan got out of bed, a little slowly, but still walked to the main room: "How about reheating the dishes?"

Lin Bozhou thought for a while, put his arms around him and sat down on a chair, picked up the bowls and chopsticks: "It's okay, it's troublesome to make a fire at night, so let's eat like this."

Meng Huan was startled: "But the food is cold."

"In Jinzhou, the battle was too urgent, and I slept with my clothes on at night, so I often didn't have time to eat." Lin Bozhou picked up the chopsticks, as if he didn't care, "At that time, he often ate cold food."

The night was as cool as water, and it was quiet for a while.

Meng Huan propped his chin, and said "oh", his heart was rippling, and there was a strange sense of touch.

He is like a little daughter-in-law, watching his man slowly getting rough and growing, and he can touch the contours of his growth.

This feeling is amazing.

Meng Huan sat beside him and put vegetables into Lin Bo's boat bowl. Just now when they were in bed, Meng Huan could feel Lin Bozhou's mental depression. The battlefield is constantly killing people, and living in panic will wear away a person's humanity. Only by grabbing him desperately can Lin Bozhou regain familiarity and safety.

"Husband," Meng Huan propped his chin, unable to hold back, "Are you still going back? Otherwise, you won't go back, and stay with us in Shanhaiguan.

"I want to go back. If Master Zhu Li wants to enter the capital, he must attack Shanhaiguan, so Jinzhou must also be attacked. This wave of offensives is temporarily suspended. In a few days, the next wave will come back." Lin Bozhou picked up his chopsticks and rice, " I only let the other generals stay in Jinzhou, and I don’t feel at ease as a husband. Come back and see Huanhuan, and go back immediately.”

Suddenly curled his lips a little dissatisfied.

Meng Huan frowned, let out an "ah" in frustration, picked up the food, and put another chopstick in his bowl.

The lonely married man has to stay alone in the vacant room again.

Meng Huan picked at the chopsticks for a while, then stopped.

He tried a proposal: "Take me there with you, okay?"

Lin Bozhou raised his gaze.

His temperament became gentler, he stretched out his hand, and pinched his face, but the rejection was straightforward: "Not good."

"..." Meng Huan avoided his hand.

Just as he was suffocating and sulking, there was the sound of a shift outside the yard. The voice was clear and crisp, resounding through the entire General Military Mansion, reminding the current time.

It was at this moment that Meng Huan's mind exploded slightly.

What memory, surfaced.

He turned his head to look at Lin Bozhou, and asked, "Husband, your birthday—"

Lin Bozhou's hand holding on to the chopsticks also paused.

She raised her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "If you don't talk about Huanhuan, you'll forget about being a husband."