Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

A line of blood red made the atmosphere extremely weird.

In the description of Mary Sue in the original book, Lin Bozhou can almost be regarded as a noble and unparalleled god, with royal blood, high position and authority, and any offense to him will pay the price of his life.

Even if Lin Bozhou doesn't care, those who rely on him to eat and use him as a banner will not allow him to be offended.

You Jin under the eaves turned pale with shock: "My lord!"

He approached to take care of Lin Bozhou's hand.

Lin Bozhou: "Go down."

"My lord..." You Jin hesitated to speak.

"Tell you to go down."

Lin Bozhou squinted his gaze and cast a neutral glance. The **** stood back under the eaves, but his eyes glanced at Meng Huan from time to time, and the anger in his eyes was self-evident.

He is a member of Lin Bozhou, and Lin Bozhou's safety is their heaven.

Meng Huan didn't expect to hurt Lin Bozhou, so he was stunned for a while, and buried his head without explaining anything.

"It's okay," Lin Bozhou said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, Huanhuan, I don't blame you."

Compared to this minor injury, Meng Huan was obviously in more pain last night.

However, after Lin Bozhou said this comforting sentence, he found that Meng Huan had no intention of being afraid.

The boy who usually closes his ears immediately with a little skin, now only has a slight change in his eyebrows and eyes, and he stands with his head down again, biting his lower lip tightly, with a still stubborn appearance.

Lin Bozhou understood: "Last night, you made Huanhuan very unhappy?"

Otherwise, why is Meng Huan so angry?

Meng Huan didn't answer.

"Let's talk." Lin Bozhou seemed to want to reflect.

Meng Huan made up his mind: "Not happy."

The voice was a little low at first, but after saying this, it seemed to explode, "I'm not happy at all."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Lin Bozhou remembered that Meng Huan hugged his neck on the bed last night and kept mumbling something, pestering him like melted spring water, saying that he wanted it, everything at the beginning was actively provoked by Meng Huan, and actively pulled Follow Lin Bozhou to possess him.

But at that time, Meng Huan was really passionate and unrestrained, and he should also know in his heart that this trust and acting like a baby did not belong to him, and he...was really taking advantage of others.

However, so what if you take advantage of others.

From the moment she decided to touch him, she was prepared to bear all Meng Huan's emotions.

The air was eerily quiet.

After Meng Huan said this sentence, he realized that it was too blunt and did not give Lin Bozhou face at all. The next situation, according to Lin Bozhou's high-ranking personality, either left in embarrassment, or got angry and asked someone to beat him up.

...Being dated, but still being beaten?

Meng Huan's lips curled down again, but now, he didn't want to give in anymore.

He is really angry!

Taking a deep breath, Meng Huan was ready to get angry and get beaten up.

Who knew that a shadow fell on his ears, and Lin Bozhou's warm breath approached, with a bit of coolness, it was the inescapable black mist that enveloped him last night. Lin Bozhou still had no temper: "It hurt too much last night, why didn't I ask you in advance?"

"..."

Meng Huan looked up at him blankly.

"My husband has written down the things that make Huanhuan unhappy." Lin Bozhou's eyes were bent, and the eyes that usually only felt hypocritical and without waves were quiet and tender, "Next time you have sex, I must ask Huanhuan first. opinion, okay?"

It seems that he respects his appearance very much.

Even, in Lin Bozhou's well-known autocratic power, there was even a negotiating tone.

Meng Huan didn't know how to answer for a while.

Are you dreaming?

This is Lin Bozhou?

When did he change gender?

Except that he would be gentler when the original owner didn't quarrel with him occasionally, who was worthy of him talking like that?

Meng Huan was almost dizzy.

He thought for a while, and an idea gradually became clear.

Could it be that he and his body fit so well last night, that he knew the taste by taste, and even fell in love with him for a short time?

After all, it was also written in the original book that Lin Bozhou had been abstinent for many years, but after the first night he met Meng Huan, he fell from a high-minded believer to a vulgar demon, and his addiction to **** became out of control ever since, begging for **** every night.

—— Lin Bozhou, probably fell in love with his own body.

"..."

Thinking of this, Meng Huan just lost a little looseness caused by Lin Bozhou's gentleness, and his expression returned to a breezy indifference, and he closed his lips tightly.

After Lin Bozhou left, Meng Huan called for hot water again.

Feng Zhi asked: "Princess, do you want a servant to wait for you to take a bath?"

"No, no, no." After traveling for so long, Meng Huan was still not used to the habit of rich people having young girls serve him. When they brought hot water and poured it into a wooden bucket, he pushed everyone out.

Meng Huan took off his clothes and soaked in hot water.

The temperature of the hot water was not particularly high, but it was very comfortable. The water waves nourished the tired skin, aroused the soreness and swelling that had been buried all day, and the whole body was weak, which seemed to indicate the too intense union last night.

Meng Huan rested his chin on the barrel, frowning, looking listless.

He let the water waves sway around his skin, quietly feeling the changes in his body. Before wearing books, Meng Huan was an eighteen-year-old boy who had just entered college for less than a year. He had never been in a relationship. The experience of being in love.

But now, he still has no experience of being in love, but the pain in his lower body clearly expresses that he has a husband and someone who owns his body.

But they have no feelings.

Even, the other party doesn't really like himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan felt very depressed, and lowered his head to flick the water.

Live two lifetimes, just don't deserve sweet love, right?

Meng Huan felt uncomfortable thinking about it, cried for a while, scooped up water and gently washed his body.

The young man's fair skin was pinched out with many red marks, which became bruised, adhered to it and has not yet disappeared, mottled everywhere, all of which are traces of being played by the other party.

Meng Huan: woo woo woo qwq

Tears pattered down into the pool.

Meng Huan felt like an abandoned woman whose feelings were played by the rich and powerful. The rich and powerful kicked him away, sneered a few times, and slammed the door away, while he lay on the messy ground with disheveled hair, silently Licking the wound.

It's so pathetic.

Meng Huan felt sorry for himself.

While washing and washing, Meng Huan's fingers brushed against the skin, and the body temperature and tactile sensation surged. In a trance, he felt as if another pair of strange hands were touching him.

In Meng Huan's mind, the lingering dense fog in last night's dream emerged in Meng Huan's mind. It was humid, hot, and thick, wrapping him tightly, and gradually revealing Lin Bozhou's eyebrows and eyes at the end.

"So, Huanhuan likes this...?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, leaning against his ear, and the breath was blown into his ear, making him feel like he was shivering slightly.

Meng Huan shook his head violently, the wet water droplets flung away, and the cold hair brushed against the side of his face. The atmosphere was so cold that he fell silently in the bucket for a moment.

This is Qixiang? or real?

...From a certain point of view, Lin Bozhou is really good-looking. In the book, the looks of men and women are universal. It is said that if he is wild, he is too wild, and if he is soft, he is too soft.

well.

This scumbag and rich man is still so good-looking.

BE aesthetics.

It's even worse when you think about it carefully.

Meng Huan lay on the edge of the bucket with a depressed expression. When the water temperature gradually cooled, he got up and began to wipe the water off his body with a dry cloth.

While wiping, Meng Huan couldn't help but look at himself again and again.

He really couldn't remember anything about what happened last night, at least he had gotten rid of his virginity, and seeing the sequelae, Lin Bozhou had a good time, but he didn't feel anything.

All the benefits were taken by Lin Bozhou alone.

Thinking about it makes me angry again.

With all kinds of messy moods, Meng Huan put on his clothes. When he came out, the courtyard was brightly lit, and the servants were packing up their things with great interest, preparing to move to the main palace where the regent princess lived.

It turns out that it is really possible to gain glory and wealth by pleasing a man?

Meng Huan stood in the yard for a while, eyes drooping, and returned to his small room.

He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, lay down under the quilt, and raised his hand to pat.

He wished he could get a good night's sleep.

I hope that there will be no Lin Bozhou in the dream.

The procedure for registering a concubine is very cumbersome.

The next day, people knocked on the door of Meng Huan's yard one after another, and some servants came to cut clothes, make jewelry, and some came to give gifts to relatives.

Meng Huan listened patiently for a while.

Last night, the news that he was taken back to the dormitory by Lin Bozhou and favored by Lin Bozhou for a night spread again as expected. Everyone said: "The prince's favor for the princess is very deep, and it has never been seen before. The life of the princess will be prosperous in the future."

"Princess? The villain has a jade hairpin here, which is gentle and elegant, and complements the concubine. It must be very beautiful after wearing it."

"The villain also has a book of **** pictures, which contains some secret techniques, which can be learned by the princess to please the prince in the room."

They felt that Meng Huan's personality was easy to get along with, and they would talk about everything. As he talked, Meng Huan's smile gradually disappeared, but he didn't issue an order to evict the guest, but he didn't talk much.

After everyone had left, Meng Huan said, "Tie the gate to death, and don't let anyone in."

So annoying.

Sitting in the yard, Meng Huan propped his chin, looking up at the thick shade hanging from the green treetops.

Living in the city, Meng Huan rarely got so close to nature, and simply sat in the yard basking in the sun. But when I thought that this was just a boring canary life, I lost all energy in my heart.

Feng Zhi approached: "Ma'am, do you want to relieve your boredom by pushing Pai Gow?"

Just play mahjong. Meng Huan shook his head: "No, it's not interesting."

Feng Zhi racked his brains: "Then should we play polo?"

"No, too rude."

"The lotus pond in Xiyuan, let's go catch little goldfish?"

Meng Huan finally became interested and stood up: "Let's go."

As a result, as soon as he reached the door, he heard a knock on the door.

Meng Huan frowned: "They said they didn't see any customers."

The door opened, Feng Zhi just wanted to speak, but turned his head and backed away.

Meng Huan saw the little old man Shan Shu holding a fan and wearing a cap, bowing with a serious face, "I pay my respects to the princess."

After all, Shanshu is a teacher, Meng Huan grabbed his scalp, a little unbelievable: "Mr. is also here to send—"

The three words of gift were not spoken.

Shanshu: "Send what?"

"No," Meng Huan looked up at him, "Then Mr. came to—"

Shanshu regained his serious expression: "The princess was illiterate yesterday, is she still illiterate today? The so-called literacy is accumulated over time, and water drips through stone. If my wife spends two days fishing and three days drying nets, I'm afraid she won't be able to write much in a few years." Character."

After a while, Meng Huan's ears turned red.

Sure enough, he was still most afraid of the teacher.

Meng Huan embarrassedly put down the net to catch the small goldfish, and walked back: "Feng Zhi, serve tea. Ah Qing, please take out the pen and paper."

"Sir, please." Meng Huan walked towards his study room.

Shan Shu is a cold little old man, and he didn't change the rules just because Meng Huan is the princess: "Today, I will learn the last two pages of characters according to the front, memorize first, then dictate, if I can't write, type—"

He seemed to feel that something was wrong, and changed his words: "I can't write a word and copy a page."

Meng Huan nodded pitifully: "Understood."

He sat back in the chair, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen and paper. Before having **** with Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan was barely a young man, and it didn't matter if he was reprimanded by the teacher. But now that they are adults with **** lives, they still have to read and write in front of the teacher, like a primary school student.

Meng Huan felt so lost.

He opened the literacy book, and after comforting himself, he began to memorize the words on the last two pages.

The heat is long, the sun is hot and the sky is clear.

Feng Zhi, Ah Qing and Xiao Shun squatted at the door with fishing nets, watching Meng Huan's movements from time to time. As long as their princess can finish writing quickly, they can take advantage of the evening to catch fish, feel the stones, and even find some crabs and shrimps to burn and eat.

But obviously, they overestimated the princess's memory a bit.

First of all, it is indeed difficult to memorize these dozens of words, but Shanshu used to be Lin Bozhou's teacher. He thought that all the students were as smart and hardworking as Lin Bozhou, so he assigned these tasks very casually.

Meng Huan was just a normal person. When he was in a hurry, he couldn't remember the words, and he even made mistakes.

"Why can't the princess remember?" Shan Shu tapped the page with a ruler, "Some strokes are always missing, what are these characters?"

Simplified characters.

Meng Huan only dared to say it in his heart.

"The concubine didn't memorize seriously, and she didn't complete the school tasks, so I can only come down and do more work," Shan Shu said, "Every word should be written in two lines, and the old man will come to check it tomorrow afternoon."

"..."

Meng Huan graduated from high school for one year, and returned to the life of burning lights late at night without finishing homework. He obviously worked very hard, but he still has to be said not to be serious. He pursed his lower lip dejectedly, and the gentle voices of the servants rang out from the courtyard door.

"Meet the prince."

Meng Huan's heart sank.

The pen in his hand was clenched suddenly, his face did not change much, and his eyes moved to the gate of the yard.

Lin Bo's boat went down to court.

As the owner of the canary, he finally had time to come and tease the little birds he raised.

Meng Huan's back was tense, as if something had fallen heavily, and his heart was oppressed. He lowered his head and fiddled with the strokes in his hand.

"My lord." Shan Shu bowed to him.

"There's no need to be formal," Lin Bozhou turned his face and lowered his eyes, "Uncle finished teaching today?"

"Go back to the prince, it's done."

The tone of their conversation was natural, as if a teacher was talking to a student's parent, explaining the student's learning situation, and Lin Bozhou was Meng Huan's parent.

This association made Meng Huan twitch his lips unhappily, lowered his head, and continued to fiddle with the brush.

Shanshu complained mercilessly: "Madam is a bit slow in reading, and she tends to lack strokes. It is very difficult to correct. You need to study harder."

"..."

Meng Huan buried his head even lower.

He hated Lin Bozhou the most.

But the teacher still said that he was not good in front of him, making himself unable to lift his head.

Damn it!

Meng Huan lowered his head and could hear Lin Bozhou's low voice, calm and composed: "Yes, I see, Uncle Hard Work."

—Also know.

Do you really think you are my parent?

Meng Huan picked up a pen and kept writing "hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate" on the paper. The ink pen was large and the paper was covered within a short time. Meng Huan then found a gap and continued to write "hate, hate hate the most hate the most hate..."

The sound of footsteps in the yard receded, and a shadow fell in front of him, covering him from the afterglow of the evening.

Meng Huan left the last word "disgusting" and raised his head. Lin Bozhou looked at him with dark brown eyes. Beautiful to evil feeling.

Lin Bozhou bent down to check his handwriting, with a gentle voice: "Huanhuan got scolded again today?"

"..." Meng Huan really didn't want to talk.

Lin Bozhou randomly took out a piece of paper, checked the places where Meng Huan always made mistakes, and said after a while: "Huanhuan writes some words decisively and simply, as if it should be written like this, but many mistakes have been judged but still haven't been corrected—Huanhuan Did you always write like this before?"

Meng Huan glanced at him slowly, expressing that he was a bit annoyed by him, and said, "Yeah."

"Correct your habits first." He sat down beside Meng Huan.

The weather was a bit hot, so he changed out of his court clothes and casually wore a set of regular clothes with wide sleeves, exuding a warm sandalwood scent, like the warmth of jade.

Meng Huan still drew out the paper slowly, implying that he was not active, not cooperative, and did not want to talk to him. Until Wuxin looked up and saw the wound on the back of his hand.

A scab has formed, a thin and long strip.

He accidentally scratched it with his nails yesterday.

Today when Lin Bozhou was in the cabinet, the chief minister and the cabinet members expressed their concern. When they met the little emperor in the court, the little emperor almost burst into tears and dragged him to seek medical treatment from the imperial court. All the courtiers knew about it.

Of all the people who saw the small wound on his hand, only Meng Huan seemed to ignore it as if nothing happened.

Although, this is indeed a very small wound.

"Huanhuan, take a pen and paper, and I will teach you how to write for my husband." Lin Bozhou said.

...There is a sense of sight of a bully husband tutoring a scoundrel wife. After inexplicable associations, Meng Huan murmured in his heart, looked at his wound again, and spread the paper on the table.

Write word by word, Lin Bozhou's handwriting is extremely beautiful, handwritten, not wearing clothes, silver hooks and iron paintings, can be framed as a work of art.

But writing all the year round, his fingertips are a little callused, making his hands not so beautiful, you can imagine the rough feeling when he touches them.

"..." All of a sudden, he remembered the weird touch and associations he had when he took a bath last night.

His long fingers pinched into his thin waist, and as he walked, the thin callus would spare no effort to rub against every spot. Although Meng Huan was in a coma and couldn't remember the specific situation, his skin left a deep memory on his own.

"..."

Meng Huan's face was so hot that he lowered his head and tightly clenched the brush in his hand.

He read the original book and said that Lin Bozhou was fierce on the bed, but when he was wearing court clothes or ordinary clothes in a serious manner, looking at the righteousness and nobleness, it was completely unimaginable that he would also have desires, and he would also have **** with those people in the **** pictures. Similarly, make a lot of unsightly gestures, just to reach the tide you want in your heart.

...It's hard to imagine that this person actually slept with me.

"Huanhuan?"

Lin Bozhou wanted to remind him to start writing, but turned his head, but saw Meng Huan's head was almost buried under the table, the back of his ears were red, and his white arms protruding from his sleeves were resting on the edge of the table, looking like he couldn't face the hardships of life.

Hearing his voice, Meng Huan raised his head.

With a stern white face, he opened his mouth, as if he was dismissing something, and returned to his original heart: "Write!"

Lin Bozhou bent his lips and raised a very slight arc.

Although I don't know what Meng Huan is thinking, but it is very cute.

Meng Huan didn't have the well-known violent temper when he was angry.

But he has a small mind and holds grudges very much. Although he is very gentle and harmless, he will keep it in his heart for decades, and dig it out from time to time.

He was not happy about Lin Bozhou sleeping with him, but Meng Huan did not object directly when Lin Bozhou taught him to write, but picked up the pen cooperatively, did not listen to him, did things slowly, and did not answer when he spoke.

"Huanhuan, the spelling of '箒' is wrong, there is only a horizontal line in the middle." Lin Bozhou reminded.

Meng Huan pursed his lips, said "Oh" slowly, and waved the brush twice, seemingly smearing and modifying, but he was actually practicing Tai Chi.

—He just has an opinion on Lin Bozhou, and he just wants to express it tactfully.

In his ear, Lin Bozhou laughed lowly.

With a shallow breath, it fell into the ears.

Meng Huanxin said, hum, you can still laugh.

"'Zeng' is also wrong." Lin Bozhou said, "Let's write it again."

"Okay."

Meng Huan wrote the typo again without changing his expression.

I'll just waste your time, and I won't let you relax... Meng Huan had a calculation in his heart, if Lin Bozhou knew that helping him learn literacy was tiring, he wouldn't bother him.

Meng Huan wrote the typo happily.

Behind his ears, Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh again, as if he couldn't help laughing.

"Why did you still do it just now, but not now?" He asked in a low voice.

Meng Huan said nonsense, "Misunderstanding."

"Misremembered?" Lin Bozhou didn't understand what it meant.

Meng Huan simply ignored him, holding the brush and intentionally drawing with a "cap" in his hand, and just as he was writing, his wrist was suddenly lightly grasped.

Lin Bozhou's cool hand covered him, and he clenched his fingers tightly, completely restraining his white and thin fingers inch by inch, with great control.

Then, taking his hand, he turned the strokes back to the right direction one stroke at a time, and said, "Don't make mistakes on purpose, Huanhuan."

"..." Meng Huan looked up at him.

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were darkened, and he said with a smile: "It's too late, you can't finish your calligraphy homework, and you can't go to bed early at night."

Meng Huan: "..."

What does it have to do with you.

You still get up at two o'clock every morning to go to bed.

What happened to me staying up late to catch up with homework?

Secretly cursing in his heart, Lin Bozhou had already shifted his gaze and said, "Put it away, I won't practice today, let's eat first."

The servant stepped forward and put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Another group of people came in one after another with meals and put them on the table, still in the size of 30 dishes.

A bottle of wine was placed on the table. Seeing that moment, Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, and turned to Meng Huan: "Huanhuan."

Meng Huan looked at him: "Huh?"

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were shaded, his voice was calm,

"Drinking in the restaurant that day, Huanhuan hastily poured out the glass for her husband. What's in it?"