Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan seemed to wake up naturally after falling asleep.

In the harsh winter, people would wake up with frozen hands and feet the next morning. When Meng Huan was conscious, he didn't feel cold, but his whole body was warm, with his hands wrapped in warm sleeves.

Meng Huan blinked before realizing that he was leaning against Lin Bozhou's arms. He hugged himself, his hands covered and overlapped, and his waist was pressed into his arms with one hand, clinging tightly.

Meng Huan tried to move, and the place that was exposed to the wind became cold immediately. He touched Lin Bozhou's hand that was as cold as ice: "Husband?"

The voice of response was extremely low: "Yes."

Meng Huan asked, "How long have you been awake?"

Lin Bozhou: "Not long."

According to Lin Bozhou's terrifying routine, he might wake up early in the morning, take care of the fire that is about to go out, and hold him until dawn. So Meng Huan's body was warm, but Lin Bozhou's body temperature was very low.

Especially the fingers, stiff and numb from the cold, as cold as a piece of ice.

Meng Huan held his hand in his arms, took a breath of hot air, stroked it with his warm palm, and rubbed it gently to let the heat pass.

"Husband, is it cold?"

"not cold."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his hair was scattered around his ears, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be painted with a layer of pale and gloomy glaze, and his voice was hoarse.

Compared with the high spirits when he learned of the victory yesterday morning, he is now depressed, tired, and weak and sick.

Meng Huan kissed his cool lips: "Hard work husband."

As he spoke, he kissed his face.

Lin Bozhou couldn't see, so he let him kiss, half raised his chin, Wu Xiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if looking for Meng Huan's location.

He is not interested in anything now, but when Meng Huan kissed him, he would not resist. He just put his hands on his shoulders and gently stroked Meng Huan's ear neck with his fingertips.

Her lips became warm, Meng Huan sat in his arms and panted for a while, then blushed and helped him stand up.

"Looking for food, looking for food, I'll see if there is any in the temple." Meng Huan lit the fire, "Husband is waiting for me here, I'll take a look around."

Lin Bozhou: "Okay."

Meng Huan walked around the temple. There were firewood, clothes, tables, chairs and benches, but there was no grain of rice.

During the war, the most expensive thing was food, and this place must have been looted.

"Hey." Meng Huan was a little worried.

He and Lin Bozhou can't do without food.

On a cold day, if there is no heat in the body and the temperature is getting lower and lower, it will fall to the snow and die.

Meng Huan thought for a while, and had no choice but to say to Lin Bozhou: "Otherwise, I'll go outside and look for it. It's warmer in the room. You sit here and wait for me to come back?"

Lin Bozhou can't do without him, so this is just a suggestion.

Meng Huan licked his lips nervously, and carefully looked at Lin Bozhou's face.

Lin Bozhou sat on the spot with his upright body, his handsome and pale eyes seemed to be taken aback for a moment, his drooping fingers were clenched unconsciously, he opened his lips to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Meng Huan guessed that he might not be very willing, and tried to say: "There is a fire in the house, and it's cold outside. Now I'm warm enough to go out, but you—"

Before he finished speaking the reasonable words, Lin Bozhou spoke, his voice was low and inaudible, "Will my husband cause trouble for Huanhuan?"

Every word, with a dumb meaning.

Meng Huan froze in place for a moment, as if hit by this sentence, his chest trembled and he regretted saying this sentence.

He took Lin Bozhou's hand: "No, since my husband is willing, then let's go out to find something to eat together."

He dug out the useless clothes from yesterday, tore them into strands, connected the two ends together, and twisted them into a very long rope.

Meng Huan tied one end to Lin Bozhou's wrist.

On the other end, Meng Huan took his hand to let him know that it was firmly tied to his wrist.

"When I came here yesterday, I saw a river behind the temple. Now go and see if there are any fish." Meng Huan took the rope in his hand, "If the rope binds my wrist, I can still do things with one free hand. Husband, can you feel it?" Am I there?"

The rope was wrapped around Lin Bozhou's thin wrist bones.

Lin Bozhou: "Yes."

Meng Huan led him and walked slowly, walked out of the temple to the river, and first led Lin Bozhou to a stone: "My husband, sit down, right here, slow down."

Lin Bozhou listened to his words and sat down.

With the cold wind blowing, Lin Bozhou unconsciously turned his head. There was darkness in front of his eyes, only endless chaos, as if he was trapped in a bottomless abyss.

Slowly, he felt the rope on his wrist move slightly, and Meng Huan's voice came.

"Husband, can you feel me?!"

The sound is bright and clean.

Lin Bozhou bowed his head: "Yes."

Meng Huan took two steps forward: "What about here?"

"Can."

Going forward: "Here?"

Lin Bozhou nodded again: "I can feel it."

Meng Huan raised his voice: "Okay, then you just sit and wait for me, don't run around! Otherwise, I'll come back and bite you later!"

"..."

Like a child being scolded by a parent.

Lin Bozhou raised his voice as much as possible: "Okay, don't run around."

"That's right." Meng Huan took out the hammer and shovel he found in the temple, tried to check the ice nearby, and stopped at a place on the shore. The ice seemed to be relatively thin.

Meng Huan picked up the hammer and hit the ice a few times, a hole was opened in the ice layer, and plump fish with shiny silver scales swam underneath. Meng Huan quickly stretched out his hand to catch it, and when his fingers reached into the icy water, coldness rushed into his bone marrow.

"Hiss—" Meng Huan shook his hands and threw a fish onto the shore.

Meng Huan quickly dried his hands, but his right hand was already red with cold, and his fingernails were starting to feel cold.

"..."

help.

What kind of **** is this.

Meng Huan had never been in the north before, and it was the first time in his life that he felt bitter cold.

He took a stick and tried to pick up the fish. Meng Huan was a little scared when the fish's tail swung, but when he gritted his teeth and thrust the fish hard, blood gushed out.

For some reason, Meng Huan felt that it might be the weather here and the experience of fleeing. He felt that his heart was as cold as the snow, and his perception became much blurred. For example, the fish in front of me is no longer a lively little animal, but a dish.

— The dish that can restore the heat for him and Lin Bozhou.

It must go into their stomachs.

Meng Huan carried the fish with his right hand, and led Lin Bozhou back to the temple with his left hand. After cleaning up the fish, he hung it on the fire.

"Luck seems to be pretty good." Meng Huan stared at the grilled fish and began to think, "At least I can eat fish every few days."

He looked back at the temple.

In the past, when you marry Lin Bozhou, you don't have to worry about food or drink, and you don't have to think about anything, but now, his sick husband is blind and can't do anything. Meng Huan is the head of the family and has to take care of him. Also worry about survival.

This thought filled Meng Huan with strength.

The officers and soldiers of Jizhou don't know if they will find this place, but the location is also remote. They deliberately took a small path to the deserted place, and I'm afraid they won't be found for a while.

Meng Huan scratched his hair vigorously.

He wasn't sure whether the officers and soldiers would come first or the palace guards would come first.

But what is more certain is that he and Lin Bozhou can no longer lose their physical strength, and if they walk into the ice and snow, they will probably die.

Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou: "Should we stay here and wait for the guards from the palace to find us?"

Lin Bozhou responded, "Okay."

They can't go too far, the farther they go, the harder it will be for the palace guards to find them.

"Then it's decided."

Meng Huan patted his **** and looked around: "This temple is our temporary new home!"

The tone is quite excited.

If Lin Bozhou hadn't been blind, he would have seen Meng Huan's bright eyes looking at his surroundings with hope. His wife has nothing else, she has a good attitude, maybe she doesn't think so much, but she is very serious about the present.

Lin Bozhou moved his lower lip, his heart seemed to be breaking from pain, but it was not sadness.

He muttered to himself, repeating: "New home."

Every word seems to contain flames.

While waiting for the fish to be cooked, Meng Huan brought all the firewood from the stove and put it aside, then led Lin Bozhou to the place where the firewood was placed: "When there is no fire, add some firewood, okay? "

Lin Bozhou touched the dry firewood: "OK."

Meng Huan led him from the door to the temple seat, and then back to the door: "Have you remembered the approximate location? If you are familiar with this place, you can walk back and forth without tripping over."

Lin Bozhou lowered his head slightly, his eyes were covered with gray-black cloth, and his slender fingers clenched Meng Huan's hand, moving the shoes.

"We're at the door, my lord," Meng Huan feared that he might not remember, "let's go back and forth again."

When he reached the incense cabinet in front of the sacred seat and was about to knock it down, Meng Huan just wanted to stop, but Lin Bozhou's clothes stopped first, and his shoes just touched the width of a footprint in front of the incense cabinet, no more, no less.

"Sixteen steps." Lin Bozhou said.

"So powerful?" Meng Huan's almond eyes widened slightly.

He looked at Lin Bozhou with an excited tone: "You remember it after walking once?!"

"Well. Measure this house by the number of steps, imagine it as a crisscross chessboard, know where the pieces will fall, and you won't be wrong again."

Lin Bozhou's voice was still weak, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

In fact, before meeting Meng Huan, he only had resistance and distaste for blindness. Whenever his eye disease relapsed, he would rather make himself a blind man in embarrassment, lose all his dignity, and lose face, rather than use his brain to adapt to blindness. eyes of the day.

Even if he has a way to save himself.

Even if he can remember the road he walked once.

Even if he can easily become a blind man who can live without hindrance.

It's just that in his subconscious mind, he was afraid that maybe he would be abandoned by the light forever after adapting to the darkness.

"Husband, you are amazing."

Meng Huan couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward into his arms, wrapping his arms around Lin Bozhou's neck, his ears were red, "You are so smart, I like you so much."

Who wouldn't like a handsome guy with a super memory!

If it wasn't for the embarrassment of his gender, Meng Huan really wanted to keep Lin Bozhou's seed QAQ.

Definitely smart.

According to the character design in this book, if it were replaced by President Wen who ran with the ball, he would probably be a three-year-old genius who could break through the internal network of the Lin Group!

Meng Huan was super happy, hugged him and kissed him for a long time, and praised desperately: "Husband is awesome! You are really amazing! I knew you could do it! Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp! I see flowers popping out of your eyes!"

"..."

Lin Bozhou let go of his fingers hanging by his side.

He found that Meng Huan seemed very happy to see him getting better.

The eyebrows and eyes touched by him are also crooked, so happy.

Lin Bozhou's throat rolled slightly.

It seemed that something very painful came up from my heart, but it quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

He tried and comforted Meng Huan: "Wait a little longer, the palace guards will come. We must have a good life these few days."