Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan followed into the camp.

Lin Bozhou took off his clothes and lowered his head to drink a bowl of tea, his brows and eyes were tired.

Meng Huan poured another half a bowl for him, and his heart was beating a little faster.

"What does the **** mean?"

"What he meant was that he was afraid that his husband would rebel and seize the throne," Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, "the thing about King Qin's army has existed since ancient times. He wants to help, but he is also afraid that the other party will cross the Chu River and Han border and become a wolf into the house. There is a sense of proportion in this It's extremely difficult to balance, Your Majesty thought of being jealous, but..."

Lin Bozhou took a sip of tea and didn't continue talking.

If Lin Bozhou was polite, he would quit Tongzhou.

if…

On second thought, Meng Huan didn't know how to get involved in this topic.

When he was distracted, his attention was attracted by Lin Bozhou's face.

During the whole day of the siege, Lin Bozhou drank a few sips of water without eating, his eyes and the bridge of his nose were covered with traces of dust, his lips were stained with blood, and near his chest could smell a strong smell of rust covered in smoke.

"Husband, are you hungry?" Meng Huan stretched out his fingers to gently caress his face.

"Hungry." The skin he caressed was covered with dust, Lin Bozhou grabbed his hand and kissed his ear, "Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

Lin Bozhou's eyes seemed tired: "Then use some for my husband."

He picked up the chopsticks, and also picked up the jug of wine next to him.

Every command of the general decides the life and death of hundreds of people, and watching the soldiers go to death is extremely stressful. Lin Bozhou poured a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it.

The taste of the wine is spicy. He has a good capacity for alcohol, but he rarely drinks alcohol on weekdays.

I only drank a few glasses, and I didn't want to get drunk.

When he put down the glass, his lips overflowed with a clear smell of wine.

"Husband..."

Seeing the frosty cyan in Lin Bozhou's eyes, Meng Huan moved slightly and reached out to caress his face. The young man's fingers were slender, and his white fingertips pinched Lin Bozhou's jaw.

Lin Bozhou was a little surprised, he bent his lips and smiled at him with drunken eyes: "What's wrong with Huanhuan today?"

The image I saw on the top of the mountain floated in my mind.

Floating over the death of generals in hundreds of battles, the return of strong men after ten years, the storm of corpses, the massacres and battles in the glowing flames, the falling bridges and ladders on fire...

Meng Huan shook his head: "I just love you, love you all."

His voice was soft, his eyes were bright, and he spoke with a pure tone. Covering his lips, Lin Bozhou coughed lightly, and got up: "Sleep, beware of enemy troops attacking the camp at night, and they will launch a second round of offensive in ugly time."

"Yeah." Meng Huan put her fingers under his neck, "I'll help you undress."

Meng Huan is very obedient, knowing that Lin Bozhou is tired.

He has nothing to do in the army, so he can help Lin Bozhou with small things. As soon as he finished saying this, Meng Huan was hugged by Lin Bozhou, pinched his chin and kissed him.

"..."

The gesture was a little rough, Meng Huan was stunned for two seconds, then turned his ears to his ears and remained silent.

Lin Bozhou is usually rational, but he will go crazy when he is stressed.

The lips are parted, and silver threads are involved.

Lin Bozhou looked down at him, and asked in his voice, "Are you okay?"

The man put his hand on the belt around Meng Huan's waist.

Meng Huan swallowed lightly, and just as he nodded, the belt was untied, and he hugged him onto the couch together.

"Husband, take it easy..."

Meng Huan reminded weakly.

Maybe it was driven by the alcohol, maybe it was just witnessing the rage of the imperial decree, Lin Bozhou bit Meng Huan's lower lip, sucked the full bead of his lips, and kissed his pink lips until they became red and swollen.

Meng Huan knew that he was under a lot of pressure, and sometimes he couldn't find an outlet to vent it on himself. He curled his paws, grasped his collar tightly, and frowned aggrievedly.

Wet kisses to the neck of the ear.

Lin Bozhou's voice sounded: "My husband just had a bad attitude towards the **** who announced the decree. The **** returned to the palace to pass the message. As long as he reports it, His Majesty will be able to guess the purpose of the husband."

The tingling pleasure spread from the tailbone to the back, and Meng Huan circled Lin Bozhou's arm.

"What purpose?"

The kiss came up again.

Brushing away the drooping strands of black hair, Lin Bozhou's dark eyes met Meng Huan's gaze, and the range of vision was like a mist—

He is a thoughtful and patient person, and he would rather spend a long time building momentum, just to ensure that the decisive battle is safe. This matter, from the moment he had the idea until now, he has never personally told anyone.

He kissed Meng Huan's earlobe: "Huanhuan."

Now, he wanted to tell Meng Huan.

Meng Huan's mind cleared up, he swallowed, and realized something: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou gently leaned against his ear: "I'll tell you a secret."

The man's voice seemed to have a sense of danger from hell. Meng Huan was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and his white feet kicked under the blanket: "What, what?"

Responding to his moment of silence.

The sound of the night watchman's watch came from outside the camp, which seemed far away and seemed very close.

The consciousness in Meng Huan's mind had just become clear, and within a short distance, Lin Bozhou's bass was clear.

Word by word, until it reaches the eardrum.

"My Huanhuan is going to be a queen."

In the early morning, the sky was just getting bright.

Lin Bozhou set out to attack the city in the early morning.

Meng Huan sat on the general's bed, shaking his head, and a servant's voice sounded from beside him: "Master, are you awake? It's time to wash up."

"good."

Meng Huan put his feet into his shoes, walked a few steps, and then stopped.

The intimate words between the bed last night flooded into my mind.

— My Huanhuan is going to be a queen.

Meng Huan's throat paused, and a voice came from behind: "Master?"

His heart beat wildly, and he turned his head, with a face full of secrets: "What?"

The servant handed the hot handkerchief to Meng Huan.

"...Thank you." Meng Huan's tense back relaxed, he covered his face with a hot handkerchief, and went back briefly in his mind.

What Lin Bozhou said.

After entering this worldview, Meng Huan understood that so many people fought for their own interests and died for glory, and understood that Lin Bozhou was loyal to the emperor in order to receive praise from the people and court. To this day, he also understands Lin Bozhou's grievances against Emperor Xuanhe, and everything King Qin did to rebel.

The angry horse in fresh clothes fought in Liaodong, but it didn't end well. Feng Xuetian fled blindly and ran for his life, but he almost died at the hands of traitors with all his military exploits...

How can you not be disappointed with this court?

The common people were displaced, suffered hardships, and killed each other, how could they not be disappointed with the emperor?

Meng Huan's hand gently pressed on his throbbing chest.

He originally thought that the story had come to an end in Lin Bozhou's kingdom.

Not really.

Regarding Lin Bozhou's choice, Meng Huan also vaguely realized that this was an important matter, and it was a secret that could not be told to anyone.

"Master, are you still going to watch the battle at the top of the mountain?" You Jin's voice sounded from behind, "Tongzhou City is about to be captured."

"What?" Meng Huan quickly put down the veil, "Let's go."

"Master, this is a binoculars."

The view from the top of the mountain is wide, Meng Huan took the telescope from You Jin.

Last night, the food and military supply line from Zhenguanhou to Tongzhou was cut off, and the weapons in the city were exhausted. Now it is not stones that are thrown down the city, but corpses.

The soldiers who were blocked outside the moat yesterday also crossed the moat and moved forward today. They moved the ladder to the city wall and began to climb up the city.

——After Lin Bozhou regained Tongzhou and got rid of the worries of Marquis Zhenguan, will he use this as a base to launch an offensive against the imperial city?

Something seemed to be congealing in Meng Huan's blood.

That nonsensical original book made Lin Bozhou crippled with both eyes since he was a child and was tortured by the pain of blindness from time to time. He was regent in Beijing for six years and worked hard but was scolded. Zhu Lizhen was backstabbed by courtiers when the glory of the Zhulizhen clan was at its peak, and the body of the royal family was used as a slave and a handmaiden, serving as a stepping stone for a **** who had an affair with a foreign race and proclaimed himself emperor—

…to make him give everything, but to be let down and tormented.

Meng Huan doesn't understand strategy, but he knows that a person who devotes his heart and soul to the people should not be trampled by hypocritical and selfish people.

Looking at the foot of the mountain with both eyes, the eye sockets are sore, and the fingers are trembling.

Finally, there was nothing to drop from the tower.

A brave guard turned over and climbed over the female wall, kicked over the rebels defending the city with both legs, stood firmly, drew out a long knife and slashed at the rebels—

Immediately afterwards, more and more guards climbed up the tower and fought with the rebels.

"Crackling—" there was a sound.

The city gate burst open.

Meng Huan's scalp was numb, his tense and swollen mood finally exploded, and his whole body relaxed.

He was sweating profusely, lifted his clothes and ran towards the foot of the mountain: "It's taken back! Tongzhou has been taken back! I want to congratulate my husband!"

You Jin smiled wryly and refused to follow behind him: "Master, run slowly!"

"I can't wait, I'm so happy!"

Meng Huan's throat couldn't help rolling hot air, and his heart couldn't help but rippling.

He was originally a person who can't see life and death, but he knows that what can't be broken can't be built. Only Lin Bozhou rebuilds a brand new court, can prevent more people from dying, dying from mediocre chronic poison, from being exploited by courtiers and exorbitant taxes from the emperor.

Full of ecstasy, he stepped on the stones on the road and ran to the foot of the mountain.

"Master, what's ahead?" You Jin's voice suddenly stopped.

Meng Huan was driven by him to slow down and raised his eyes.

"...who are they?"

It's a group of Jinyiwei.

Brocade clothes, fresh clothes and angry horses, a long knife on the waist, and a waist card in hand.

Their clothes are gorgeous, standing in place is very conspicuous.

And in front of them stood four or five eunuchs, two eunuchs in red and three eunuchs in blue. The **** rolled his sleeves and was hurrying towards the top of the mountain.

Both Jin Yiwei and the **** are the emperor's cronies, and there are obviously important things to do in this battle.

Meng Huan couldn't help being curious: "Why did they appear on this barren mountain?"

You Jin vaguely realized something was wrong: "Master, let's avoid it."

Meng Huan nodded, and was about to walk to the side path, but unexpectedly, a young **** who was following the group raised his finger to Meng Huan.

"Father-in-law, he is Princess Zhongwang."

"..."

Meng Huan turned his gaze abruptly.

The father-in-law's goal was indeed him, and he stepped forward with soft eyes: "Is it Her Royal Highness? I have an order from Your Majesty."

"..."

Meng Huan's agitated mood just now cooled down slowly, and a feeling of doubt arose, and he looked at him with confirmation: "Your Majesty's oral order? Your Majesty's oral order for me?"

The father-in-law confirmed: "Yes, His Majesty's oral order to the princess."

Emperor Xuanhe's will for himself?

The political situation has always been controlled by Lin Bozhou, and he is not familiar with Emperor Xuanhe, so what can he say?

especially…

It was before Lin Bozhou's army stopped in front of the imperial city that last night, Lin Bozhou told himself that he wanted to rebel.

Meng Huan's political sensitivity was average, but at this moment he realized that something was wrong, and there was a high probability that this group of people were targeting him. He stood still and looked back at the guards of the palace.

He came to watch the battle on the mountain, and the number of people he protected was limited, only a guard team of more than ten people. At this time, the guards found that Meng Huan was intercepted by Jin Yiwei, and rushed towards this side.

"Wait a minute, princess!"

The father-in-law noticed the guards who rushed over, and his expression became tense: "Princess, take the order quickly!"

Meng Huan didn't move at all.

The father-in-law couldn't control that much anymore, and just read: "His Majesty's order: the emperor's brother is fighting outside the city, and the rebels are like wolves and tigers. I am afraid that I will hurt the life of the emperor's wife, so I will take the emperor's wife into the palace first, and wait for the emperor to calm down." When the rebels retreated from Tongzhou and there is no fear of their lives, come to pick up the emperor's wife from the palace, hereby."

Meng Huan pondered over the oral instruction: "Your Majesty wants to take me to the palace?"

Father-in-law: "Yes, Princess."

You Jin's complexion suddenly changed: "Your Majesty's orders and ministers have to obey, but please let the princess go back to the camp to inform the prince first, so that the prince won't worry, and then bring some soft clothes."

Meng Huan also nodded: "Yes, I need to tell my husband first."

Lin Bozhou said that there is no problem, so there is no problem.

"Here, the word of mouth has been delivered to the prince, and the prince will know sooner or later. Time is running out, and His Majesty is still waiting, and there is everything in the palace," the father-in-law urged, ignoring You Jin, "Princess, please?"

They were too anxious to take themselves away.

The more anxious he was, the more Meng Huan knew there was a problem. He glanced back vigilantly and moved slowly. The guards were still some distance away, so he could only try to delay.

Meng Huan shook his head vigorously: "No, I need to meet my husband first, he will be worried about me."

The eunuch's face changed slightly, although his smile was gentle, but his eyes became murderous: "The princess is inconvenient, please help me."

"When did I lose my legs and feet?"

As soon as Meng Huan finished speaking, Jin Yiwei grabbed his shoulders, lifted him up, and walked forward.

Wu Fu's finger bones were hard, and the force was so heavy that he almost pinched into the flesh. The severe pain hit, and his arm seemed to be snapped off. Meng Huan gasped and exploded in anger.

"Let go, who are you guys?!"

"Let go of me! Let go! What do you mean by being violent? Let go!!"

You Jin was so pale that he understood: "This is Your Majesty...Your Majesty is so cruel. The prince fought hard against the rebels in Tongzhou and wanted to recover the lost city. Your majesty doesn't believe in the prince, so he actually wanted to kidnap the princess into the palace. Gong as a hostage! What a cruel heart...! Hurry up and inform the prince! Hurry up!"

Meng Huan instantly understood the purpose of these people.

Some time ago, Lin Bozhou had some disputes with the admiral of the Beijing Army for military power. Lin Bozhou was unwilling to hand over power, and he wanted to personally command the 100,000 troops.

Emperor Xuanhe began to be afraid of luring wolves into the house, and wanted to use Lin Bozhou to defeat the rebels, but he was also afraid that Lin Bozhou would rebel. He did this to threaten Lin Bozhou with his own life not to act rashly.

... No wonder Emperor Xuanhe found him suddenly... No wonder the other party wanted to take him into the palace.

I am the best tool to threaten Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was picked up and thrown into the carriage, his knee hit the wooden board hard, the pain made his throat gasp for a while.

Dizzy, I heard the sound of the whip hitting the horse's butt.

"drive!"

Jin Yiwei hastily urged his horses and galloped towards the imperial city.

Meng Huan poked his head out of the window and looked at the guards chasing after him: "Hurry up and save me! Save me!"

The guards speeded up their pursuit, and several Jinyi guards turned around, intercepted and drew out their long knives on the spot, and began to cover up on the spot.

In the shadow of swords and swords, Meng Huan's heart beat wildly, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.

Why yourself? Why was he kidnapped and threatened Lin Bozhou? Lin Bozhou has almost no weaknesses, except himself. He has no heirs and cannot submit a hostage to the palace. He only has his favorite wife, which everyone knows. Emperor Xuanhe knew that Meng Huan was his only weakness, so he wanted to threaten him with Meng Huan...

If he is caught tightly, let him pinch Lin Bozhou's life gate.

Did King Qin's army end well?

Did Lin Bozhou succeed?

Even... Will Lin Bozhou have a good death?

— cannot be taken into the palace.

Meng Huan was holding on to the window of the carriage, his throat trembling slightly, and he tried his best to look at the pursuers behind him. The number of guards was too small in comparison, and after some chasing and beating, there were fewer and fewer figures galloping forward, and they were left far behind.

Meng Huan took a deep breath trying to regain his composure, and looked at everything around him.

He's going to run away...he's got to run away...

The sky was approaching evening, and the dark clouds covered the sky.

At the end of the sky, there was a sudden burst of sharp howling of horses.

"Woo--"

Meng Huan's eyes turned, and on the branching avenue, the bright red and scarlet king's robes and sleeves fluttered, and horses and horses came galloping, followed by hundreds of galloping horses, trampling the ground and rolling Thick smoke and dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Lin Bozhou let go of the rein with his fingers, drew an arrow behind his back, and blatantly shot Jin Yiwei who was driving the horse, and he rolled to the ground.

"Bravely rebelling against the thief! How dare you take the princess away!"

"Rebel! Stop the carriage quickly! Put down the princess and spare you!"

Lin Bozhou is from Lin Bozhou.

When he received the news, he immediately came to save himself.

Meng Huan's eyes were wet, and he shouted loudly: "Husband! Help me! Help me!"

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer, the **** hurriedly discussed with Jin Yiwei: "It's not good, the King of Zhong is chasing him with someone! If we are caught up and cannot be brought into the palace, you and I will be beheaded!"

"What do you say?"

"Tie up the people, seal the carriage, pat the horse and let the horse run wildly, you and I wait for someone to block the way and fight to the death. There is someone in front to respond, we can delay for a little time, and we can send him into the imperial city!" The other party gritted his teeth, "We must send him!" Into the palace!"

Jin Yiwei sprinted towards the carriage.

The curtain suddenly opened, and there was an unfamiliar face in front of him.

...This group of people wanted to use themselves to threaten Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan refused to let him do what he wanted.

In front of you is a steep half-mountain slope, with a tall and steep mountain on one side and a **** with dense vegetation on the other. When a person stood up in the carriage, he felt shaky and dizzy.

Meng Huan glanced at the **** who was holding him hostage.

He felt as if he had never been so brave.

The opponent's pupils suddenly constricted: "Don't—"

Meng Huan clasped the door of the carriage with both hands, kicked vigorously in the wobbly and fast, and jumped off the carriage—

"Boom—"

After the gust of hula, his body hit the ground firmly.

It didn't hurt as much as expected, but it was still very painful. Meng Huan rolled along the loess to the bottom of the hillside. After barely standing up, his ankle hurt sharply, but he strode towards Lin Bozhou.

The horses of Lin Bozhou and his party were already chasing very close, and they dismounted one after another to meet them.

Lin Bozhou almost jumped off the horse, staggering, saw Meng Huan jumping off the carriage, and said in a painful voice, "Huanhuan..."

Meng Huan ran forward desperately.

Probably due to the sudden shock and the excessive pain, he can't feel the pain now, his mind is in a daze, and instead some strange happy emotions flashed through.

... came to this strange world unintentionally, he had nothing, no relatives, no support.

A whole year, maybe in the future, until old age, sickness and death.

The only warmth he wants to be close to is Lin Bozhou's embrace.

"Lin Bozhou..."

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and pounced forward with the last of his strength, bursts of darkness flooded his eyes.

Before losing consciousness, Meng Huan got a pair of warm and strong arms, and he was hugged by Lin Bozhou whom he called, and hugged him tightly.

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