Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Going out from the city gate is a sunken valley surrounded by mountains and tall trees. Among the densely packed branches and leaves, if you don't lower your head while riding a horse, your face will be bloodied by the branches.

"Six continuous mountains form a river valley, and the terrain is deep and steep. If the cavalry is led into the valley and blocks the way, they can set up artillery and rocks on the top of the mountain to disrupt the opponent's formation and fight again."

Zhu Dong muttered.

Meng Huan scanned the surrounding mountains and tightened his grip on the reins. On rainy days, he didn't take out the map for comparison, but he was very familiar with the mountains in his heart, so he listened to Zhu Dong's analysis without knowing anything.

He understood all this. Meng Huan changed the road and walked to the top of the mountain. The rainwater seeped through the coir raincoat to the ears and neck, leaving wet spots, and his hair was almost wet, but the clothes he was wearing were a little dry and stuck to his body.

Meng Huan looked at the bottom of the mountain and said.

"It looks like a jug here."

The four sides are towering, only the outside of the city gate is relatively flat, and the city tower is tightly closed. It really looks like a kettle with its opening closed, and it also looks like a fish basket.

"Yes," Zhu Dong said, "if the cavalry enter this plain, they will definitely not be able to escape. Now we need to find out if there is any leak in the 'pot', so as not to close the door and beat the dogs. Some of them came in to support. I can still run out."

Zhu Dong is a strategist, and the more he talked, the more excited he became: "Look, as long as we guard the entrance of the valley, they won't be able to escape when they come in. If we close the door and beat the dogs, a lot of them will definitely die!"

Meng Huan stepped on his feet and looked down.

The ground is wet and slippery, and when it is ground down, gravel will fall into the deep valley, making a thumping sound.

Because of the heavy rain, Meng Huan's forehead was wet, his black hair stuck to his fair ears and neck, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain, they were dark and bright, and he looked down the mountain.

He tried to ask: "So, will this be Zhu Lizhen's attacking route?"

"It's possible." Zhu Dong said.

Meng Huan's fingertips walked along a mountain and tended to overlap, "Then this is the reinforcement route. If we hold the Taniguchi and prevent the enemy from passing through, the enemy will become a lone army."

Without reinforcements, the initial siege army would be cornered and all strangled.

"This is their escape route," Meng Huan continued to point his finger. "If they keep guarding the valley entrance, their formation will be in disarray when they flee, and if they are bombarded with heavy artillery at the top of the mountain, they will be caught off guard and a large number of them will die."

Zhu Dong's eyes also darkened.

"For the cavalry, this is a gate of hell. It is wise for the prince to choose this city. I am not as far as the prince."

"..."

The rain was getting heavier, Meng Huan pressed his finger on the hat, and looked at the foot of the mountain with his dark eyes, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his mind: "Then if there is a small road that we didn't find, and we forgot to set up troops, When the time comes to fight, the enemy army will rush in from the small path, will it reverse the battle situation—"

Before Meng Huan finished his conjecture, the voice of Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of War, sounded from behind: "Have you finished watching?"

There is not much warmth in his words, he is a bit older, standing in the rainy day trembling, his face turned blue: "If you finish reading, go home?"

"Are there other mountain roads?" Meng Huan asked.

Yuan Wai Lang was exhausted: "No, it's all recorded on the map, I have checked it all, and there is no entry or exit." His words were a little lucky, "Even if you don't go out today, there is no problem. Hahaha, of course, come and see It’s also more at ease in my heart.”

Maybe it was because of the heavy rain, everyone was disheartened and just wanted to go back to the city earlier, but the horse kicked impatiently.

Meng Huan walked forward in the rain, the water in his cloth shoes creaked, he lowered his head and straightened his robe, only to find that there was no one among them: "Where is Vice-Lang Li?"

Yuan Wai-lang didn't care much: "Assistant Li heard the sound of running water just now, so he went to the back of the mountain to see it."

"Did he go? I was going to go and see—"

Meng Huan lowered his head and fiddled with his clothes.

Hearing this sentence, Yuan Wai Lang yawned, and asked lazily, "You two young masters and Li Fulang seem to be at odds?"

"..." I didn't expect him to mention this, Meng Huan paused, scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "Why do you ask like that..."

Yuan Wai Lang smiled and said: "You two young men, don't underestimate Vice-Lang Li. Although he is not a prince's man, he is from a family of Fengshui Kanyu. His ancestors have read mountains and rivers for generations, and his eyesight is sophisticated. It's just that Vice-Lang Li came from three schools of thought. He is a humble person, and he relied on Elder Cui Ge to support him back then, otherwise he would spend his whole life in the village looking at people's bones, so ah, Elder Cui Ge has kindness to him, it is normal for him to have a bad face towards us."

He paused and said, "Everyone, don't make things too difficult for him. The prince said that employing people is not judged by their status. Li Fulang has a sharp eye for mountains and rivers. As long as he nods, there will be no problem with the map. We work together. understand each other."

...In his eyes, if he insisted on going out to look at the map, he seemed to be angry with Li Fulang.

Meng Huan was silent, not knowing what to say.

"Ouch, Li Fulang! What's going on?"

Yuanwailang's voice suddenly changed.

Meng Huan turned around, and a dark figure was supported by someone, walking over with slumped shoulders, the person was completely wet, his knees and robe were covered with muddy water, filthy.

The boy said: "Your Excellency just climbed a high rock and fell down!"

"fine…"

Li Fulang raised his face, his anger was like a thread, his thin and long face was pale, his eyes were cloudy, and his breath was rapid.

Yuan Wai Lang was very anxious: "Li Fu Lang is in good health?"

"It doesn't matter," Deputy Li said with his head down, "Go back to the city."

"Your body—"

"Go back to the city, go back to the city and prescribe a dose of medicine, it will be fine." His tone was broken, obviously he had fallen badly, and he wanted to go back to see a doctor earlier.

Not to be delayed, everyone rushed to lead the horses aside, and Meng Huan was about to pack up and go back to the mountain, but he thought of something and felt a little empathetic, but he still asked: "After Li Fulang went to the mountain just now, what did you find?" ?"

He asked nonchalantly.

But the ears are quiet.

Meng Huan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Li Fulang's lips were purple, and he looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, his pale jaw was thin and pointed, like a ghost possessed by an evil spirit, gloomy and ferocious, especially the corners of those eyes that were about to pop out.

"..."

The extremely weird scene made Meng Huan take a step back. It is said that when one walks into an uninhabited deep mountain, one will encounter fierce ghosts in the deep mountain, and will be haunted by the miasma in the forest, and go mad. This is what Li Fulang looks like now.

Li Fulang's voice was hoarse: "No."

…There's none?

Meng Huan pinched the rein, his fingers trembling from the cold, but inexplicable doubts arose in his heart.

Fengshui is based on the aristocratic family, yin and yang are interlinked, and they have seen more terrain than Meng Huan has traveled. How could they go to the back mountain and be haunted by miasma, so frightened?

The only thing that can restrain him is probably the human heart.

— not even the hearts of others, but one's own.

Meng Huan vaguely realized something, and stopped in his tracks: "You guys go back first."

Deputy Li looked at him with blood-red eyes: "What are you going to do?"

Meng Huan's back was stiff, and he lied: "I lost something, go back and look for it. You go first, I will definitely be back before dark."

Zhu Dong didn't know, so he said, "I'll go back and look for it with you."

Li Fulang's eyes were shattered, the pupils were wide open, and his eyes seemed to be able to peel off Meng Huan's skin, but he was panting like a poisonous snake, and he didn't say anything.

Meng Huan **** his horse and started to walk back. After leaving Li Fulang's sight, he changed from walking to running, walking like flying on the mountain road.

Zhu Dong: "Why are you running?!"

Meng Huan's heart was beating wildly, and he had a premonition: "There is something behind the mountain."

"What? What are you talking about?"

Zhu Dong is still enlightened.

"There must be," Meng Huan said intermittently while running, "Li Fulang heard the sound of water flowing, so he went around to look. He has such a high sensitivity to mountains and rivers, but he didn't say anything when he came back. But his expression of bumping into a ghost It’s not easy! He’s afraid, and what he’s afraid of isn’t ghosts, but the tens of thousands of guards who are about to be killed by him.”

Zhu Dong was vague, "You mean..."

He looked up and saw Meng Huan climbing up the stone with his fingers clenched tightly on the branch. "Crack", the branch broke, he slipped and fell off the stone, and fell on the stone with a splash. ring.

Zhu Dong's face turned pale with fright: "Brother! Don't worry, just crawl slowly! What's wrong?"

"..."

Meng Huan was lying on the stone, the back of his head was hit hard, the blank ripples that appeared made his brain numb. The rain fell on his face and into his eyes, which were cold and flowed out from the slits of his eyes.

He lay quietly, with the shadow of the rain in the mountains reflected in his eyes, the scene of Lin Bozhou sitting on the gate tower flashed in his dark eyes, his hands were stained with blood in pieces of tightly wrapped gauze, the setting sun and blood in the distance, Those brown eyes reflecting the soldiers approaching the city...

Meng Huan got up, slowed down, his mind was full of wood, and he climbed slowly while holding on to the tree stump. The rainwater flowed into the wide lapel along his frayed nails. It was water, dripping wet against his clothes.

When he climbed up the hillside and reached the top of the hill, in addition to the sound of the rainstorm, there was also the sound of water slapping on both sides of the bank.

With the wind, very thin, but very clear.

When Zhu Dong looked up, he saw Meng Huan standing on top of the stone, looking down anxiously.

Finally, the line of sight freezes.

-"found it."

Zhu Dong still hasn't reacted yet: "What did you find?"

Meng Huan pointed to the grass in the deep forest: "There is still a road here, which is covered by grass. If it hadn't rained today, and the rain rushed under the grass, no one would have discovered this barren wide road."

Zhu Dong opened his eyes wide, as if struck by lightning, he knew the weight of these words: "You mean..."

Meng Huan's voice trembled: "This road bypasses the heavily fortified Taniguchi. If we hadn't found out and hadn't set up military defenses, this negligence could allow Zhu Lizhen's cavalry to sneak across the mountain by this road and go straight to the city gate of Jizhou. Caught us off guard—”

Their well-thought-out "fish basket" and "pot"-shaped terrain will also collapse completely, opening the entrance of Jizhou, and Zhu Lizhen tramples and drives with iron hooves, as if entering the flat ground.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

Meng Huan really didn't expect it.

In order to avenge Cui Ge Lao, Li Fulang asked Lin Bozhou to conquer Zhu Lizhen to no avail, and even failed miserably.

In the original book, Lin Bozhou had a lot of thoughts, but only this loss.

In Jizhou, the precipitous city gate they carefully selected was to trap Zhu Lizhen's cavalry and injure them severely, but the unexpected existence of this road made trapping the cavalry a dream. A wise man is bound to miss something. This mistake was enough to destroy all their preparations, turn the perfect battle situation he had painstakingly planned into a full of loopholes, let the embankment he built for a thousand miles be destroyed by a small ant nest, and even let him be in that battle. In the war, the halberd fell into the sand.

Zhu Dong's voice was trembling: "I have made meritorious service! I have made meritorious service! We have made meritorious service! Brother, you are the first one! I am the second-class one!"

Meng Huan felt a little dizzy, squatted down to support the stone, and crawled down to the bottom of the stone.

He fell down just now, and his mind was in a daze, but he held the stone tightly with his fingers, raised his chin, and said with unconcealable pride, "Hmph! Lin Bozhou is going to win!"

While speaking, my head and face were drenched in the rain, and my coir raincoat was pulled down heavily. I felt that I had no strength at all, but I was really happy.

He looked up, looked at the rain all over the sky, and all kinds of mixed memories of the journey with the army flooded up. He had worked hard, exhausted, and feared, but he kept gritting his teeth...

This error was discovered by myself.

So many people wanted to harm Lin Bozhou, wanting to kill him without a whole body.

But myself...

Meng Huan pursed his lips, his eyes felt a little hot.

can really protect him.