Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The shoulders were blown by the wind, and it was extraordinarily cold.

Meng Huan lay on the bank of the pool, feeling all the strength in his body being sucked away, his eyes were red, and he was limply paralyzed, he didn't lift his eyes until he heard the cry.

There was a sound of water fluctuations, Lin Bozhou's wet hair sank in the water, and he turned to the source of the sound: "Say."

The man's voice was respectful: "The servants of the racecourse are waiting, and sent someone to ask when the prince and concubine will be there, it's getting dark."

Lin Bozhou's eyes fell on Meng Huan.

Meng Huan's eyes were half closed at the moment, feeling dizzy and weak, as if he had been sucked dry by a man. Looking at the mud in the white room under the shallow water, Lin Bozhou smiled: "I won't go to the racecourse for now."

His wife can't go in this state.

"Yes, my lord." The outside responded politely.

There was silence behind the screen.

Meng Huan supported his head, drowsy, trying to think slowly in his mind, what is going on now.

save…

Anyway, it's really weird.

For him, Lin Bozhou's learning ability is really too strong, just from the last experience, Meng Huan still looks like a little virgin, but Lin Bozhou has been able to control the overall situation with ease, making Meng Huan feel uncomfortable even if he still has lumps in his heart. The body is very happy.

Everything just now was like a dream. People can't be superior, and when they are superior, the things they do are not like what they can do, which is very crazy.

At this moment, as the temperature of his body dropped, his mind gradually cooled down, and the reason in Meng Huan's mind also began to go back.

Thinking back to the beginning just now... It seems that Lin Bozhou's few words made him dizzy, and he started to follow his words. Just after kissing him, Meng Huan felt as if his whole body was burning, and made him take off his clothes.

"..."

Did this man play tricks on him? ?

Is this the power of the two high-fit bodies in the setting of the original book? ?

As soon as they met each other, they were completely crazy like Alpha and Omega in the fever period? ?

"Huanhuan, are you hungry?" Lin Bozhou's voice sounded.

"ah?"

Meng Huan turned around stiffly.

After Lin Bozhou put on his own clothes, he brought Meng Huan's dry clothes over and gently grabbed his wrist: "Put on your clothes and go eat."

From this point of view, Lin Bozhou is still very considerate, and he will not leave some descendants and run away after putting on his pants like other high-ranking men.

Asking him to put on his clothes, Meng Huan lowered his head, noticing his body with mottled bite marks, his face suddenly became slightly hot.

Looking up again, Lin Bozhou's shirt was open at the collar, and there were red marks from his own bite on the exposed collarbone.

"..."

Meng Huan closed his eyes, calling Bodhisattva in his heart.

Bodhisattva, I really made a mistake.

"It's cute," Lin Bozhou tied a bow around his waist, and said with a smile, "It's late, but don't worry, we're not in a hurry to go home tonight, we'll stay here overnight."

Meng Huan hummed, his waist tightened, and he was hugged by his outstretched arm: "Is it inconvenient for Huanhuan to walk? Do you want to hug you for my husband?"

"..."

In this way, doesn't everyone know that he and Lin Bozhou have just worked in the spring pool?

That's too shameful.

Meng Yi and Tai Yi Huan quickly shook his head: "I can go."

Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh again: "Then let's work hard and have fun."

Speak with a shallow breath.

"..."

Meng Huan was deaf again.

it's wired.

I always feel that Lin Bozhou's voice is so **** qwq.

Many people are waiting outside the garden. This group of people waited for Lin Bozhou to take a bath, who knew that the prince didn't know what was going on, so he took a bath all afternoon.

In fact, when the maids and eunuchs left, they knew what was going on inside, but they all pretended to be indifferent on the surface.

Even when seeing the princess walking slowly, with a clear face, shy and timid, she still pretended not to know anything.

"My lord, are you still going to the racecourse?" Luo Juan asked.

"I'm not going," Lin Bozhou said, "Go to dinner first, you call someone to come to the conference hall at night, you have something to talk about."

Luo Juan cupped his fists: "Yes."

He is the son of the admiral of the Beijing Army, who is in charge of the 300,000 troops in the capital and safeguards the lifeline of the imperial power. The relationship between his father and Lin Bozhou is very sensitive, and a little closeness can cause panic among the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, thinking that Lin Bozhou will seek power and usurp the throne.

Therefore, although Lin Bozhou and Luo Juan's father had friendship as uncle and nephew, they had almost no contact with each other in the court.

Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan: "Huanhuan, is there anything you want to eat? Let the servants make it for you."

Meng Huan was immersed in the thought of making a mistake, and shook his head: "No need."

He was quite embarrassed: "My lord, let's discuss the matter. I will go back to eat by myself, and I will go to bed after eating."

Lin Bozhou's staff, friends, and even high-ranking officials who are about to have a banquet with Lin Bozhou, this group of treacherous ministers and minions gathered together, Meng Huan felt scared when he saw it, and would rather stay alone.

Lin Bozhou hummed, as if planning to leave.

But as soon as the footsteps took off, they came back again.

He walked up to Meng Huan, the shadow fell, he lifted the broken hair on his forehead, and said in a gentle voice, "Huanhuan go to rest first, I will come back as soon as possible, good boy."

"..."

The tone revealed a feeling of doting and worrying about Meng Huan's loneliness.

Meng Huan's back felt numb, he didn't know what to say, so he hummed.

Surrounded by the crowd, Lin Bozhou left.

Meng Huan stood where he was, heaving a sigh of relief.

Feng Zhi looked at his face carefully: "Princess..."

"It's okay." Meng Huan shook his head and walked a few steps. His legs were so weak, his bones were shaking, and he still felt a foreign body sensation in his body. After the surroundings calmed down, he was reminded of everything he had just done in the spring pool.

Lin Bozhou, who took off his clothes, is simply the incarnation of hormones. Every move makes Meng Huan blush. He is stimulated by something he has never experienced in his eighteen years of life, and driven by his soft words... step by step, he slips into addiction the abyss.

She obviously has no feelings for him, but she couldn't help being brought in by him.

...It's over.

What a mistake.

Meng Huan frowned, and the corners of his lips curled down involuntarily.

When some things are opened, there will be one, two or three times.

If he sleeps too much with Lin Bozhou and falls in love with him, even if he doesn't say that it will affect his determination to run away, if he really loses his sense of right and wrong, then the little treacherous minister will not run away from now on.

... After all, Lin Bozhou is really good at it.

It is worthy of being the hero of 18 banned novels.

A famous saying in the rebooting bar flooded into my mind: all evils and adultery are the first, rebooting from **** leads to a wonderful life.

"..."

Meng Huan folded his hands behind his back, his face full of melancholy: "Feng Zhi."

Feng Zhi heard him sigh for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Princess, what's wrong?"

"Is there a temple nearby?"

"Yes, madam wants to—"

Meng Huan raised his hand: "I'm going to ask for a copy of the Purifying Mantra."

"..."

Meng Huan's determination was strong.

After he finished his meal, he asked his servants to lead the way to the nearest temple.

In fact, it was a kind of half-joking and half-serious idea. Now that Lin Bozhou was discussing matters, he was bored, and finally went out of the house, planning to walk around.

Lin Bozhou's guards followed behind him, clearly saying to protect his safety, but Meng Huan didn't bother to guess what he was thinking.

In front of you is a fairly large temple. Lin Bozhou's private farm is located in Gyeonggi. Although it is not in the prosperous inner city of the capital, it is also in the economic radiation area. There are a lot of people living there, and the temples built in the mountains are also very beautiful.

Meng Huan looked at the bodhi tree, the Zen master, and the tea room in the temple. These cultural heritages can only be seen by traveling now, but in ancient times, they were the basic necessities of others.

After entering the temple, Meng Huan kowtowed to the Bodhisattva first.

"Bodhisattva, I'm guilty," Meng Huan tentatively confessed, "I was captivated by a man's beauty, he...is too attractive, handsome, good figure, nice voice, good job...I don't have the will I am firm, and I had a relationship with him that should not have happened, and now I am very ashamed, and I ask the Bodhisattva to give me the method of purifying my heart."

…The pain in his knees when he knelt down made Meng Huan more determined that it was necessary to come here.

While he was muttering thoughts, a voice sounded from behind: "Benefactor, it's getting late, and our temple is about to thank guests. May I ask how long the benefactor will stay?"

It was a monk, wearing plain clothes, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand.

Meng Huan looked at the monk curiously, and asked, "Can I have some scriptures?"

"Of course, sir, please come with me," the monk asked kindly to the visitor, "What scriptures have you read on weekdays?"

"I haven't read it, and I'm only starting to learn from Buddha now."

Chatted and walked to the inner courtyard.

The monk recommended a few books, Meng Huan immediately donated a tael of silver, and the monk immediately smiled; "The benefactor can come often on weekdays, discuss Buddhism with the poor monk, and talk about righteousness."

"Hey hey, good."

Meng Huan was in a good mood and was about to leave when a voice came from behind his ears.

Thinking it was other tourists in the temple, Meng Huan didn't pay attention until the familiar "Mr. Meng" came from behind his ears.

Meng Huan turned his head and saw Xu Ruolin in brightly colored clothes and Lu Nanxing fanning himself with a folding fan.

Meng Huan stopped in his tracks.

In his mind, the thoughts and memories of that night, as well as the incident in the carriage, surged up in an instant. Meng Huan looked at him, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyes.

Xu Ruolin looked surprised: "Lin Bozhou went hunting and brought you here too?"

Meng Huan pursed his lips and said, "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Xu Ruolin shook his fan, laughed a few times, and met Lu Nanxing's gaze, obviously guessing what he wanted to ask. Lu Nanxing looked nervous, and said, "Ah Huan."

Meng Huan walked towards the less crowded corridor.

Xu Ruolin followed, and as expected, he heard the question: "That day in the inn, did you drug me?"

Although Meng Huan's voice was calm, it was rare to see annoyance on his face, and he glared at him viciously.

Xu Ruolin looked thoughtful and scratched his chin: "Young Master Meng, this matter is complicated, I wonder if you would like to listen to my explanation."

Meng Huan was calm, thinking that if you can't give me a reason why your father will die suddenly tonight if you don't give me the aphrodisiac, then I will give you two bang bang punches.

Xu Ruolin sighed first, looking very concerned.

"Mr. Meng, I heard that day that you wanted to leave the palace to find Uncle Meng. I think this is an irrational behavior."

"oh?"

"Mr. Meng talked about Lin Bozhou's evil deeds at the beginning, but we punished the most intrusive ones. It stands to reason that Mr. Meng finally sneaked into the palace. He should find a chance to take the life of this treacherous minister. But why does Mr. Meng only care about his own safety? And forget this great event that will go down in history?"

Meng Huan: "..."

Absolutely.

He is really good at talking.

After going on for a long time, I was taken captive into the mansion and taken as a concubine. Not only was it unworthy of sympathy, but it also became an opportunity to assassinate Lin Bozhou?

And he didn't assassinate, so he still has the meaning of blaming him?

Although, this reasoning is true in a certain way, but...

Not for people with double standards.

Meng Huan tilted his head and frowned, "Lin Bozhou appeared in the restaurant that day, why didn't you just use a shovel and kill him on the spot?"

Xu Ruolin's face changed slightly: "Mr. Meng's words—"

"Not only did you not scold him on the spot to show your integrity, but you were also very flattering. Then what right do you have to ask someone to assassinate you? You know that even if the assassination of Lin Bozhou succeeds, the assassin will definitely be chopped into pieces by the palace guards. He died on the spot, but you kept on instigating him. You wanted Lin Bozhou to die, but you didn't dare to do it yourself, you just wanted to transfer the danger to others and enjoy the benefits yourself."

Meng Huan's words were resonant.

He doesn't understand politics, but he understands fairness.

Xu Ruolin's complexion really changed, and he was obviously irritated by him: "Mr. Meng, what you said is very reasonable, but there is a difference in life, Mr. Meng can sacrifice, but I can't."

Next to him, Lu Nanxing's expression was a little tense: "Young Master."

Meng Huan didn't understand this sentence: "What do you mean?"

Xu Ruolin sneered: "You give the son of the matter a rite, and he dies when he dies, what is it? And I am the son of the Marquis of Zhenguan, I want to achieve my career, and I need other people's bones to support me, and you— It is the bone that held me up. When you die, I will collect your body, bury it in a grand manner, and even praise your reputation. But you are not dead, you are just a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Your biological father was killed, but you still flattered the rich and powerful. The lost dog!"

It was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water.

Meng Huan froze in place, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he gritted his teeth: "So, that's why you drugged me? It made me cut off my back, and I have to hate Lin Bozhou, have to kill Lin Bozhou?"

Xu Ruolin snorted: "I didn't say I gave the medicine, and I don't know what kind of medicine there is."

Lu Nanxing's face also began to turn pale.

If this matter is pursued, he will definitely take the blame for Xu Ruolin.

Xu Ruolin is a young Marquis, his father is a marquis, and his honor is "Super Grade", which exceeds the first rank, and is only awarded to a very small number of royal relatives and meritorious officials. Ordinary people can't touch him at all, if the Marquis intercedes, maybe Lin Bozhou will give him three points.

There was heat in Meng Huan's chest, and he was so angry that he couldn't get any more angry. There was a buzz in his head, and he raised his hand without much thought.

"Bang!", punching him in the face.

The blush on Xu Ruolin's face was knocked off, and he was so embarrassed that he was furious: "Meng Huan, you are only the son of a fifth-rank official, how dare you do something to me!!"

He turned around: "Come on! Hit him!"

He would follow the servant of Lord Hou's mansion behind him when he went out. Hearing this, the servant rolled up his sleeves. Lu Nanxing persuaded the fight with a pale face: "Young Lord, Ah Huan is not the son of a fifth-rank official, but a member of Lin Bozhou!"

Hehe, it seems that they still don't know about Meng Huanjin becoming the princess.

The man on the opposite side came to beat Meng Huan, a tall and burly servant, Meng Huan was a little scared, but Feng Zhi screamed from behind: "I've been beaten! I've been beaten! Someone!"

Originally following behind Meng Huan, the guards of the palace belonging to Lin Bozhou rushed forward in strides.

They are the guards of the palace, wearing swords and sharp eyes, scanning the healthy servants behind Xu Ruolin.

Meng Huan ran behind the guard and exploded in anger, "Hit him! Hit him!"

It is very common for slaves of their ancient young masters to beat people, but they usually weigh the opponent's background before hitting. On Xu Ruolin's side, the healthy servants were extremely arrogant: "Bold! Let's see who dares to touch the young master!"

Meng Huan paused and asked, "Can I fight?"

The guard nodded: "The marquis has a high rank, so it is not recommended to fight, but the princess wants to fight the younger ones, so you can fight, because the prince is higher than the marquis."

Meng Huan gritted his teeth: "Then hit!"

In the temple in the evening, two groups of people fought together.

The abbot was frightened to the point of madness, and hurriedly came to persuade the fight, but it turned out that it was the Marquis, the prince, so frightened that his eyes went dark, and he passed out directly.

Not only was he dizzy, but the maids were also so frightened that they were about to faint, and someone ran back: "Your servant, please go and inform the lord."

The subordinates fought together, and it was hard to separate.

Meng Huan watched for a while, but couldn't hold back, rushed forward and grabbed Xu Ruolin's hair, raised his hand and punched him hard in the face again.