Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

"When I went out of the city, I met Zhu Lizhen's wandering horses. They have become more and more frequent in recent days. It is likely that they are outposts. Their people are coming this way."

Lin Bozhou didn't seem to care about his eyes, he held a whip in his palm, and spoke in a casual tone.

"Yes, ever since the news of An Chui's stay in Jizhou was released, his father has been crazy, plotting Jizhou, eager to try. Jinzhou's troops have withdrawn a lot, it seems that he really wants to keep this son."

But Lin Bozhou will not be kind enough to let the enemy get what he wants.

He planned to choose a sunny and sunny day to hang An Chui's head at the city gate, so that everyone in Zhu Lizhen could see clearly what would happen to those who were enemies of Da Zong.

Zhu Lizhen and An Chui rescued when they were alive, and took revenge when they died.

Chen An bowed his head, and a group of people walked towards the tent of the Chinese army in the wind and snow, their backs stretched.

The snow was so heavy that Meng Huan felt a little cold. He reached out his white palm to catch a few flakes of snow, squatted down, and waited for Lin Bozhou to return from the camp.

After a while, a voice rang in my ears: "Go back to the city."

After Lin Bozhou finished explaining the matter, he did not know when he came to his side. Close at hand, he looked down at Meng Huan who was wearing a hood in front of him, like looking at a small gray mushroom in the snow.

Little Mushroom stood up slowly, shook the snow off his body, stared at him blankly for a while with bright eyes: "Your eyes—"

"The cold wind blew on the way back, and it turned red, so it's okay." Lin Bozhou's voice was calm.

"oh."

Since he said that, Meng Huan couldn't ask any more questions. He just inexplicably remembered the time when Lin Bozhou was blind.

It's just that in the army now, hundreds of thousands of people are waiting for Lin Bozhou's order, and thousands of lives are on his body. No one wants to think about the recurrence of eye disease, right?

Meng Huan hoped that his eyes were just red because of the wind.

Many people set up stalls on the street and are selling things. Ever since I heard that Jizhou was under Lin Bozhou's township, many people no longer wandered along the way, but went to Jizhou to seek short-term peace.

One street is about 100 meters long, and many people sell melons, fruits and vegetables, cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks.

Meng Huan said, "Husband, wait."

Lin Bozhou said "Huh?" and stopped.

He saw Meng Huan walking quickly to a dim sum stall. The stall owner was a woman, and the snow-white glutinous rice cakes were placed in a basket. The stall was small, but it was clean.

Meng Huan bought a pack of fried glutinous rice cakes, returned to Lin Bozhou, and said, "Go home and eat. I often buy glutinous rice cakes from this stall. They taste very good."

Lin Bozhou looked sideways, did not speak, and reached out to brush the snow for Meng Huan: "Are you used to living in the city?"

"I'm used to it, but it's so cold every day." When Meng Huan said this, white mist came out of his mouth.

He is not as useful as Lin Bozhou commanding the three armies. He cooks the meals and pours the wine in the yard every day. When he comes back at night, he makes a pot of hot tea for him, passes chopsticks to him, and takes a bath for Lin Bozhou, helping to warm the bed. Quiet small town life.

Lin Bozhou raised his lips and smiled inexplicably.

Moreover, Meng Huan quite liked this kind of life.

He felt as if he had completely taken over a part of Lin Bozhou.

"Go home and try it for my husband."

Lin Bozhou took a few steps closer and wanted to hold his hand, but Meng Huan looked around and moved his hand away again: "No, there are people."

"..."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes.

She is a conservative lady.

But Meng Huan said not to pull, but his ears were red, and said: "Go back to the yard and hold."

Lin Bozhou's smile deepened.

Back in the courtyard, life in the small town of Jizhou is simple, and there are so many attendants standing in the courtyard that they can't move their hands and feet. Meng Huan came in and shook off the snow from his body, took off his hood, and went to the stove to serve all the food that was warm in the pot.

Steaming hot.

A plate of fried cabbage.

A bowl of twice-cooked pork.

A plate of boiled mutton.

There is also the fragrant black-bone chicken and mountain mushroom soup stuffed in the soup pot.

Meng Huan's tone was excited: "Eat, eat!"

Lin Bozhou picked up the chopsticks, took a sip of the soup, and asked Meng Huan how he would pass the time when he was not around.

"It's okay, play chess with Zhu Dong, and return to the yard when the time is up," Meng Huan felt like a family man who finished playing mahjong every day and went home to cook for his wife and children. As he said, he remembered something, "I play chess I can't help that **** Zhu Dong, my husband, please help me."

The ending is upturned, unconsciously acting like a baby.

Although he thought it was a young boy's trick, Lin Bozhou's participation would be very bullying, but he still agreed: "Okay, find a time, and help you win it back."

"I see how proud he is." Meng Huan put a chopstick of golden and shiny twice-cooked pork into the bowl of Lin Bo's boat, "Husband eats this and this! Simmered in the pot for half an hour, the stew is thoroughly cooked, quite tasty!"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

He stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the twice-cooked pork that Meng Huan had put in the bowl. Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and a few shaking shadows appeared.

He paused his fingers and looked at the void. It took a while for the shadows to settle. When he raised his eyes again, Meng Huan was looking at him, but his face seemed to be covered with a white veil, and his facial features became blurred.

"Husband?" Meng Huan called.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, opened them again, and wanted to forcefully lift his lips, but his eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

"not good."

He said two words.

Meng Huan realized it, and put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Husband, do you have eye problems..."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, the clarity in front of his eyes was restored, but the blur just now lingered.

Meng Huan confirmed: "Do you want to call me a doctor?"

Lin Bozhou pressed the back of his hand: "Let's eat first."

Meng Huan ate the meal absent-mindedly, but Lin Bozhou acted nonchalantly, showing nothing on his face. After eating, Doctor Zhou hurried in with a medicine box on his back, kowtowed to Lin Bozhou, and then asked, "My lord?"

Meng Huan poured a glass of water for Imperial Physician Zhou and watched from the sidelines.

Lin Bozhou sat in a chair and said everything about today: "The weather is too cold. I was blown by the wind when I went out earlier, and I felt a little hot. I didn't pay much attention to it. Today, when I came back from the trip, my eyes hurt. The king still I thought it was the wind."

Doctor Zhou took out the needle and sighed: "My lord's eyes can't stand the scorching heat or the severe cold. I don't blame the lord for being careless. If you want to blame it, you can blame the weather."

Hearing the word "Tianshi", Lin Bozhou's knuckles moved slightly, as if touched by something.

The right time, the right place, and the harmony of people.

Lin Bozhou is alone, monopolizing the time and harmony of people.

Meng Huan blinked, vaguely feeling that the matter was a bit complicated, but from Lin Bozhou's calm face, he didn't seem to be able to see that he had too intense emotions.

After the acupuncture and moxibustion was over, Doctor Zhou prescribed a medicine.

"My lord has been taking care of his eyes more these days. You have to drink the medicine every day. Don't bother thinking about it too much. Maybe you can endure it for a long time without going blind." He urged in every possible way.

Lin Bozhou glanced at the mountain of medicines piled up on the wooden table, his throat rolled, and he breathed lightly: "Okay, thank you, Doctor Zhou."

"The villain will leave." Imperial Physician Zhou raised the medicine box.

Lin Bozhou was thinking about something, and stopped him: "Don't tell anyone about the relapse of my king's eye disease, let alone anyone in the army, just say it and prescribe a pair of wind and cold medicine."

Doctor Zhou was even more respectful: "Yes."

People hurried away.

Lin Bozhou was sitting in a chair, his straight shoulders undulating slightly, his handsome eyebrows and eyes stained with gloom and lethargy.

He can still see now, but he is afraid that if the fierce north wind blows soon, he will be blinded, which is a bit sad.

"Husband..."

Holding the medicine bag, Meng Huan felt the silent air.

Now that the enemy is at hand and the crucial battle has not yet been fought, if Lin Bozhou is blind, many accidents will be added and the outcome will be blurred.

Of course Lin Bozhou was in a bad mood.

Meng Huan raised her voice and said, "Don't be sad, I'll make medicine for you, and you'll be fine after drinking the medicine."

Just like the tone of coaxing children.

Lin Bozhou seemed to smile a little, but the smile was very light, his whole body was covered with some damp air from the wind and snow, and the smile on the corners of his lips was just right.

Meng Huan still had a lot of comforting words to say, but he felt that it was useless to Lin Bozhou. He pursed his lips, went to the stove, put all the medicinal materials in, added water, and closed the lid.

The flames were bubbling, and the soup in the lid was bubbling, giving off a bitter smell.

"Husband, drink this bowl of medicine before going to the army..."

As soon as Meng Huan finished speaking, a lieutenant came to the yard, looking for him to discuss matters in the army.

Lin Bozhou rebuffed: "Wait a minute, I will wait a while—"

He knew what Meng Huan was thinking, and wanted to go after drinking the medicine.

But Meng Huan stood on the porch and didn't stop him: "Go and discuss things first."

Lin Bozhou paused, and urged outside the door: "My lord, it's the Marquis of Zhenguan who is looking for you."

It's the Marquis of Zhenguan who is looking for him. I'm afraid there is something important to discuss. Lin Bozhou frowned, stopped beside Meng Huan and said, "Drink at night", and then stepped out of the courtyard, leaving behind a long and slender figure.

"Why."

Meng Huan said ababa twice.

Lin Bozhou, you can have fun secretly.

QQ

—It’s really hard to find such a reasonable wife as me.

He looked at the medicine jar carefully, and from time to time he lifted the lid to fan the air, smelling the burning bitter smell in the medicine jar.

The smell of the medicine was too pungent, it didn't smell good, and it didn't taste good, but when only herbs could save lives, seeing the liquid in the pot gradually turning dark brown, with an increasingly bitter smell, Meng Huan felt relieved A little bit.

He squatted by the stove, waited until the soup was cooked, scooped out a warm bowl and put it in a basket covered with thermal insulation cotton cloth. After covering the porcelain cup tightly, he took the small basket and set foot on the road to the military camp. road.

There were some horses tied to the gate of the camp, chewing beans and fodder, and a few eunuchs in blue official robes stood, the tents of the Chinese army were closed, probably talking about something.

Meng Huan originally wanted to watch for a while, but a voice came from his ear: "Why are you here?"

It's Chen An.

"Give medicine to the prince." Meng Huan said.

Knowing Lin Bozhou's situation, Chen An nodded, "My lord probably won't be able to drink now. There are people in the palace, and the new supervisor sent by His Majesty is asking about the camp."

"The new supervisor?"

"That's right, the new superintendent, I'm afraid His Majesty thinks that the previous superintendent was ineffective, so let's replace him with a new one."

For some reason, Chen An's smile was somewhat embarrassingly bitter.

Even though Meng Huan didn't have much political sensitivity, he could still sense that there should be something special about the sudden change of supervisor before the battle.

He raised his face and asked, "Why?"

There are so many people here, it's hard for Chen An to explain to him, so he just shook his head: "The prince will tell you when you go back."

"Okay." Meng Huan hummed, and stopped asking about this topic, but asked, "How long will it take for the prince to discuss the matter?"

"not sure."

Chen An noticed that his face was flushed by the wind, and he was still drinking white mist, and said kindly: "It's cold and snowy, go back and rest, I will give the medicine to the prince, and I will say that you are worried about his health, so I sent it to you specially." here."

Meng Huan's ears blushed, and he nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Chen An smiled all over his face.

Meng Huan was quite embarrassed to let people know that he was so reluctant to part with Lin Bozhou. He put on the hood, stepped on the deep white snow, his fingers were cold from the cold, and ran towards the city with his head sullen.

Go back and play chess with Zhu Dong.

There are also some messy things in my mind.

The camp was not far from the city gate, about a mile away. When Meng Huan was running, when he got to the bottom of the city tower, his eyes were attracted by the heavy gray and black line in the distance.

This line of gray and black, like crawling ants, is also like a propelling storm, very dazzling in the snow.

what?

Meng Huan slowed down, turned his head, and looked towards the black side.

The gray-black color begins to widen, and the distance in the field of vision becomes larger and larger. Such a scene inexplicably reminded Meng Huan of the overwhelming cavalry sweeping everything, his heart suddenly jumped, and he stepped into the city at a faster pace.

Still curious, when Meng Huan stood on the top of the tower, he found a figure standing there, and Zhu Dong was looking down the tower on his feet.

Meng Huan: "What are you looking at? Brother?"

Zhu Dong turned his head and saw him, his expression panicked: "Zhu Li is here!"

Meng Huan's heart sank suddenly, as if something hit her head hard.

They waited in Jizhou for more than ten days, waiting for the real Zhu Li to enter the urn, and finally set foot on this land.

As long as you meet real Zhu Li, it means that the crucial decisive battle is about to begin, and the war will soon end.

Meng Huan hurried over: "Really?"

"Really! Look!"

"But isn't Master Zhu Li the best at cavalry? Why didn't I hear the cavalry?"

Meng Huan ran to the concave tooth of the tower, stood on tiptoe, and looked out.

When thousands of troops and horses are galloping, even the ground will tremble. Therefore, the ancient soldiers could hear the incoming enemy horses from a distance from their weapons. Meng Huan was shocked when he heard the sound of cavalry galloping.

But now, he didn't feel that shock.

"Cavalry...Cavalry!" Zhu Dong's voice trembled with inexplicable fear.

"The cavalry is behind this group of refugees!"

In an instant, Meng Huan's gaze was fixed on the outside of the city.

The line of gray-black crowd was walking with heavy steps. At first Meng Huan thought they were running in an orderly manner, trying to attack Jizhou, but as they got closer, they found that they were screaming and running wildly, crying and shouting, chaotic and stampede.

"Forward! Forward!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Those who disobey the order will die!"

In the crowd, there are aliens straddling great horses, holding long knives, running and slashing in the crowd. Their horses have a crushing advantage over this group of poor refugees. Their blades would cut their skin and flesh, or even cut off their heads, and their blood would splash on the spot.

A young woman fell to the ground, and in an instant, her back was broken by a horse rushing up behind her, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The panicked refugees stepped on her body and fell into the dust.

Meng Huan's world seemed to be silent.

"My lord! Help!"

"Help!!"

"My lord! Guanyin Bodhisattva! Save us, save us—"

The snow and dust billowed, and there were men and women, old and young, and some people were holding infants in their arms, crying and running towards the city of Jizhou.

Spikes and horse-repelling horses were installed at the front of the city. Driven by real Zhu Li’s horseshoes, the refugees fell into the ditch one after another, were pierced by the spikes, and died on the spot. Pushed and fell onto the sharp spikes.

The bodies of the refugees gradually fell.

A large number of soldiers defended against the enemy, but everyone looked pale.

Those who fill the traps one after another are not enemies.

— but a large number of people.

Soldiers' lives are expensive, especially in wartime. Well-trained soldiers are worth much more than ordinary people. Generals are reluctant to sacrifice the lives of soldiers. Therefore, during sieges and battles, people will be driven away, and their corpses will be used as vanguards. To fill traps, to fill ravines, to disrupt the formation of places—

next.

Meng Huan heard a faint vibration, and the sense of familiarity returned.

He raised his head from the city tower, looked forward, and saw thousands of dark black troops and horses behind the people, like evil spirits from hell, galloping towards them in the blizzard.

— Zhu Lizhen's cavalry finally arrived.