Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

"Clang clang clang—"

It seemed that a big hammer had knocked on the forehead a few times, Meng Huan stood up in a panic, but his waist was pulled, and his ears turned red all of a sudden due to the discomfort.

Meng Huan's eyes widened: "Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Lin Bozhou looked down at the chopsticks: "Didn't you eat them all?" He was obviously not very interested in the Chinese New Year, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the chopsticks, "Let's have another year. Huanhuan will celebrate my husband's birthday next year. "

After a pause, "This year is going to be over, the wind and rain are precarious, there are wars everywhere, and I'm not in the mood."

"That's not okay." Meng Huan thought about it seriously, "Even if it's not a big deal, I still have to cook a bowl of noodles and crack an egg for you."

He also felt a little different in his heart.

After all, Lin Bozhou has his own people.

Even if it can't be done in a decent way, it can't be the same as usual, right?

Meng Huan was very happy.

Lin Bozhou tucked his fingers into his sleeves, and after a long while, the corners of his lips raised a smile inexplicably: "You must cook noodles, right?"

Meng Huan looked up at him: "Huh?"

The meaning in the words is unclear: "Still so energetic?"

"..."

In a word, it seemed that Meng Huan could be dragged back to let off steam at any time. Meng Huan snorted, but didn't intend to joke with him. He walked into the yard to heat up the pork with charcoal, waved the spatula, and tried to fry an egg.

The eggs were fried until both sides were burnt, and the center was full of runny. After putting them into the bowl, Meng Huan poured out the noodles, washed a few fresh cabbages, put them on the eggs after soaking in water, and cooked them. Take out the noodles, pour a spoonful of hot but clear noodle soup, sprinkle finely chopped shallots, and then pour a layer of hot oil.

Before handing it to Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan took a sip by himself. It was salty and palatable. Although the taste was light, it had the natural aroma of noodles and vegetables.

Lin Bozhou wanted to come to help, but Meng Huan hurriedly said, "Don't move, I'll come!"

Asking him to sit down in the yard, Meng Huan served the bowl: "Here comes your noodles."

Meng Huan sat beside him, handed over the chopsticks thoughtfully, and bowed like a kitten: "I wish you a happy birthday!"

"..."

It seemed to be a chuckle. Lin Bozhou took the bowl, and his eyes fell on the noodle dishes in clear soup. The wrinkles between his brows relaxed slightly, and he picked up a strand of noodles with chopsticks between his fingers.

He ate the noodles quietly, and through the light, he could clearly see the movement of his jaw. There seemed to be some rusty smell between the bites of his teeth, as if he had been bathed in the battlefield for a long time.

He didn't say how the noodles tasted, but when Meng Huan lowered his head, he saw a crescent-shaped scar behind his ear.

Light in color, buried in the flesh, as if swept by a sharp arrow.

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Meng Huan: "Why do you have wounds behind your ears?"

Lin Bozhou paused on his wrist: "Isn't it normal to be a little injured on the battlefield?"

Meng Huan squatted down halfway, looking at the mark of the wound next to his ear with his eyes level.

The surrounding openings are smooth, but the wound seems to be very deep. When it touches it, it feels slightly sunken. It feels like the skin is hooked out together with the skin, and now it has only healed into a thin piece of skin.

Earlier in the house, the lights were dim, and Meng Huan hadn't seen it yet.

"Is this a light wound?" Meng Huan was a little surprised.

Although Meng Huan has never seen a battlefield, he seems to smell the blood from this wound. The figure of Lin Bozhou flashed in front of his eyes and looked down from the tower. He was accidentally scratched by the enemy's arrow rain, and the blood spattered. scene.

Just thinking of such a scene, Meng Huan's heart tightened, and he tried to say, "But wouldn't that shoot you through your throat by a few minutes?"

Lin Bozhou's throat seemed to be stuck, he drank the last mouthful of noodle soup in the bowl, and wiped his lips with a handkerchief.

He didn't answer.

Meng Huan's voice became heavier: "Lin Bozhou."

Lin Bozhou looked outside the door, and said with a half-smile, "Huanhuan, don't call your husband by his name directly outside, it will not be good for others to hear."

Meng Huan's voice became louder: "Lin Bozhou!"

"Well, frankly," Lin Bozhou said, "this group of Zhuli real people are good at riding and shooting. There is a sharpshooter named Chinu in the enemy army, and he is offering a reward of 200,000 taels of gold for his husband's head. When they see her husband, The arrows are shot very frequently."

"oh."

Meng Huan stood dryly, a little speechless, squatted down, and rubbed the wound on the side of his ear with a handkerchief.

Wiping and rubbing, feeling a little frustrated.

Lin Bozhou said at the right time: "Huanhuan is not happy anymore."

Meng Huan put away the veil and looked at the clean bowl for him.

The voice sounded again at the right time: "I even started to regret cooking for my husband."

Meng Huan frowned.

Lin Bozhou's voice was even more serious: "It's about to start making trouble."

"..."

He saw through Meng Huan's every skill, and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he burrowed into his arms and began to wail in a mournful tone: "Husband—jun—"

Lin Bozhou sat firmly in the chair, watching Meng Huan pull the skirt of his clothes, open and close the skirt, close it and open it again, pulling Lin Bozhou's well-dressed clothes into a mess, and then he said what was in his heart: " Husband, will you take me to Jinzhou together?"

Meng Huan was still clear-headed. When talking to a smart person like Lin Bozhou, it would be better to get straight to the point and tell the truth, and Lin Bozhou would be much easier to talk to.

Lin Bozhou hugged him and touched his thinned wrist bones. The weather here is not as hot as in the capital city, it is much cooler, so he slipped his hand inside the cuff.

"No, you understand, it's dangerous."

Meng Huan: "I know the danger, and I'm worried about my husband... I want to stay by your side, so that I can draw a picture of the battle for you. If you come back from the battle every day, I'll pour you hot water." Meng Huan bulged Courage, tell the truth, the real reason is not hidden, "I'm afraid you will die outside."

"..."

Lin Bozhou seemed to smile: "You don't need to say this half sentence."

Meng Huan became anxious: "Honestly, I'm worried about you, I just want to be with you."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes and paused with his fingers.

Meng Huan was right about him.

If someone like Lin Bozhou grew up playing with others, if he wanted to get into his heart and use his tricks in a negative way, it would be better to go straight to his heart. With you", Lin Bozhou frowned, obviously having a headache.

"Huanhuan."

Meng Huan said sincerely, gritted his teeth, "I'm just worried about you, and I'm really useful. I can go out with the scouts to draw pictures, and I can take care of you when I return to the city. If I don't have time to cook, I can cook for you." A bowl of noodles, isn’t it very good, my husband.”

Lin Bozhou bit his lips lightly with the tip of his teeth, the skin on the bit was painful, and he looked at the moonlight in the yard a little loosely.

Meng Huan carefully observed his expression: "Husband."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips pursed slightly, as if a thread of tension was slowly loosening.

Meng Huan cleared his throat, the element of drama was very strong, but his eyes were slightly glowing, and he still had a lot of fun acting like a baby.

"If my husband disagrees again, I will be unhappy..."

"Husband, if you leave alone, I will stay alone in the empty room, I will always miss you, worry about you, and I will cry every day, my face is yellow and emaciated..."

"Husband..."

Then, Meng Huan's jaw was gently pinched.

There are several shadows in Lin Bozhou's eyes, and he doesn't know whether he is happy or unhappy, anyway, his tone is cold, as if he wants to chew something: "If you want to come, come here."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to hug Meng Huan horizontally, walked quickly into the yard, and kicked the gate of the yard shut with his foot.

Two days later, soldiers and horses were lined up at the gate of the city tower.

Meng Huan was sitting on the horse. Now that he was quite able to adapt to the bumps of the horse, he bit a paintbrush between his fangs and looked back at the city behind him while walking.

With the burden on his back, Zhu Dong said softly, "Brother, although following you is a crooked way, I am really rich! Such a great achievement as going to the battlefield can actually make me meet—"

"..."

Meng Huan took down his pen and was about to speak when the falcon-like eyes of the palace guards in front of him immediately swept over.

Someone speaks in the ranks, jeopardizing the orderly discipline.

But just as he stared, a pair of loose and narrow eyes looked over. Lin Bozhou held on to the whip and looked towards Meng Huan from a distance.

"..."

Meng Huan licked his lower lip in embarrassment, quickly took out his tattered map, and studied it carefully.

This team seemed to have murdered and licked blood. The atmosphere among the ranks was silent and tense, but one could feel that they were closely united, like a stream of black ants, marching towards Jinzhou.

"Xingcheng..."

"Tashan..."

"Takahashi..."

Meng Huan recorded every place he walked. Along this road, many roads were burned and new roads were opened up, and some rivers were cut off to open up new river channels. He slowly corrected the old parts on the map, drew a new map, and handed it over to the staff of the Ministry of War.

The map is very important. When fighting a war, you must decide your tactics according to the terrain. The right time, place and people are in harmony. When the advantage of the location is brought to the extreme, it can play the role of tens of thousands of people killing hundreds of thousands of people.

In fact, there are special scouts to do the revision of the map. Meng Huan can only check for omissions and fill in the gaps. Occasionally, a new map is handed in, which has already been corrected by the people in the barracks.

However, Meng Huan would still insist on amending it.

After all, if Lin Bozhou's chances of winning can be increased, then he will definitely keep painting forever.

The weather has not been hot for a long time, and when riding a horse, you will occasionally feel cold.

There was a relatively high hillside in front of him, Meng Huan pulled Zhu Dong and said, "It's high there, you should be able to see far away, take a look."

Meng Huan grabbed the blueprint and reined in the horse and walked quickly. Ever since Meng Huan started drawing maps, he has developed this habit. He likes to run to high places, and draw a picture after running to keep it in his mind.

"Damn, aren't you tired? You ran all the way, looked here and there, brother, I found you," Zhu Dong said with admiration, "You are really serious when you do things seriously, except for sleeping at night. Unless you are there, other times I really try my best to draw pictures."

"..."

There is a plain in front of me. In late autumn, the crops in the field have been harvested, and the land has the color of moist black soil. But when Meng Huan ran to the top of the mountain out of breath, his cheeks were red and he was gasping for breath, there was a group of ragged pedestrians on their way standing in the black soil, forming a circle among them was a luxurious carriage.

…robbery?

Meng Huan's breath stopped and his eyes rolled.

A man stepped out from behind the carriage and asked:

"Is the oil and water all scraped off?"

"Shave clean, how many people are left?" The man turned his head and said, "Three women, two children, four or five men."

"The men are all killed," said the man calmly, wielding an axe. "The children are also killed. The women stay and take away."

When he said this, there was a middle-aged old man who was stepped on his shoulders and knelt down on the ground. The sickle sank into his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood foam. His eyes rolled back and his hands just dropped like this.

Meng Huan's throat tightened, and he felt a suffocation.

His eyes didn't move, he was staring at the scene in front of him tightly, as if fixed by something, and he couldn't turn away.

Behind him, Zhu Dong tugged at his clothes and retreated vigilantly: "Brother, hurry up. These are rogues. The people who were exiled because of the war became rogues. They ran for their lives while robbing money and eating and clothing. When they met them, they would only be killed."

Pulling Meng Huan still, he pulled hard: "Go!"

When Meng Huan saw the scythe stretching towards the child, Meng Huan didn't know what to do. He just thought about it, and he was also a little surprised, why he could yell so loudly.

"stop!"