MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 107

The food on the table looked delicious before, but now when I think that so many people can't eat, it has another meaning.

Meng Huan approached him and sat down.

He smelled the aroma of the food, and felt very uncomfortable: "Husband, there is no food in the barracks."

"I know." Lin Bozhou's voice was slow.

"How could this be?" Meng Huan was extremely frustrated.

He knows that it is not easy to lead an army. A literati has read so many books and is so smart, but there is still a difference between civil and military. You can't lead the army without experience, but he really didn't expect that if you don't hold back a little bit, you will be pushed to a desperate situation.

"There is no food in the army, the army mutiny, it will happen sooner or later." Lin Bozhou's eyes remained calm, "Huanhuan eat more, rest in the tent in the afternoon, we will go on our way tonight."

Meng Huan raised his eyes: "Going on the road tonight?"

Hurry up, does it mean that Lin Bozhou rides back to the capital alone?

His heart speeded up suddenly, and something stirred in his eardrums.

Hezhou is hundreds of kilometers away from the capital city, and it takes a long time to travel. If there is no one around to protect you, you will definitely be in trouble. Meng Huan unconsciously remembered Chen An's worry: "Isn't it dangerous?"

Lin Bozhou turned his face away.

Against the light, the shadow instantly smudged his eyebrows and eyes, making the bridge of the nose and jaw paler, but Lin Bozhou's smile was gentle, as if exchanging ideas, with the danger of suppressing killing intent.

"My husband came to the capital from Guzhou to act as a puppet at the age of 20. Knowing that the capital is dangerous, he may never return, but my husband still went. I have been in power for six years, and I have had countless conflicts with the ministers of the court. Assassination, framing, criticism, every step of the crisis, some people want to kill my husband all the time, but my husband still stands firmly in the court."

"Dangerous, dangerous at any time. Now, everyone expects that my husband will rebel in Liaodong, but my husband will go back to Beijing to make a statement. No one can guess. Although this is a dangerous plan, it is also a way to get out of the predicament. "

Lin Bozhou wore a crane cloak over his shoulders, sat sideways with his hands crossed on his legs, his eyes were downcast, and his posture revealed an unparalleled dignity.

When he does things, he does not seek the process, but only the result.

That's why so many people in the imperial court hated him, but Lin Bozhou never saw these little people in his eyes. No matter what he encountered, he could calmly analyze it from adversity and deal with it calmly.

Do what you want to do and lead the situation instead of being led by the nose. This is Lin Bozhou's arrogance that others cannot match.

Meng Huan couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking: "Okay, then I'll have a good meal and pack my things."

After dinner, Meng Huan had to say goodbye to Zhu Dongdao.

Lin Bozhou set off on Qingqi with only a few people, and Zhu Dong was definitely not in the range.

Meng Huan walked halfway and was stopped by another person.

Shan Xing: "Your Majesty's horses and carriages are ready, do you want to come and have a look?"

"Looking at the horse?" Although he was puzzled, Meng Huan followed.

The horses were pacing in the stables, fat and strong, when Meng Huan reached out to touch the horse's forehead, the low voice of the mountain trip rang in his ears: "Is the lord returning to Beijing with all his heart?"

Meng Huan turned his face away, met Shang Shanxing's haggard gaze, and realized that he had something to say to himself.

Meng Huan nodded: "Did he tell you?"

"Say it," Shan Xing shook his head, his usual idle brows and eyes became serious, "The prince wants to return to Beijing alone, and he will report to His Majesty after he has traveled hundreds of miles."

There was a pause in his voice.

"But I don't want the prince to be a loyal minister again."

"..."

As if being knocked off the head by something, Meng Huan's heart was shaken, and she met his gaze.

"Others have fair opinions on the prince, and they also have a look at the reputation. They think that he should respect the heaven and the ancestors, be willing to be a minister's wife, and be a loyal minister who has been wronged but still dedicated. But you and I have the same idea, we are not from the court , we are the prince's people, only we are sincerely thinking about the prince's future."

What Chen An said was right, the radical subordinates had already turned against him.

"Do you think this is what the prince should suffer?" Shan Xing said, "The prince burned the sundial and worked hard for the court every day, but what he got in exchange was a cunning rabbit and a lackey. The talent of the prince is no less than that of Emperor Xuanhe. If the prince hadn't been abolished back then, the prince should be sitting on the throne now. All of this should have belonged to him."

Meng Huan didn't say a word, just nodded and touched the horse's head with his hands.

"My lord's intention to return to Beijing has been determined, none of us can persuade him, maybe you—"

Shan Xing's voice contained some begging, "I would rather live and die with the prince, than live in this perverse and anti-government life. Princess, if you think about the prince, then persuade him."

The intention came out.

Meng Huan stroked the horse's head and remained silent for a while.

Dare to, he is also regarded as a wife who can influence the big brother's thoughts.

Meng Huan had clean and handsome eyes, and was stunned for a while. Finally, he withdrew his hand from touching the horse and shook his head: "I'm just his wife, I don't know anything."

The young man's words are very convincing, he is also fair and clean, his voice is gentle, and it seems that his brain is turning slowly.

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he felt a little uneasy and peeked at him.

He didn't want to influence Lin Bozhou's thoughts, and hoped they would understand.

Shan Xing smiled wryly, bowed his hands to him, and said, "Retire."

After the man left, Meng Huan stood where he was, holding the rein tightly with his white fingers. The horse in front of him sprayed a white mist from his nose.

Meng Huan sighed and left the stable.

The soldiers probably fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the camp was shrouded in a misty layer of night snow. The chill penetrated into the clothes, and the bones shivered from the cold.

"Put the box away. It's full of gold and silver valuables. It's the contents of the box that will be used to clear checkpoints along the way." A group of people was busy around the carriage, calling for the important things to be disguised and packed.

"Be careful on the road, take the main road, and don't encounter bandits and refugees."

"Anyway, protect the prince well, if something goes wrong, ten of your heads are not enough to cut off."

The night wind was bleak, and a group of people stood by the carriage to see Lin Bozhou off.

"The dozen or so palace guards we brought here pretended to be servants, and we dare not bring more people with us, for fear of being recognized."

Chen An's tears were muddy: "My lord, when you arrive in the capital, please write quickly!"

This evening is different from the past.

On the way to the capital, I am afraid that there will be many crises, and there will be no return.

"Don't worry, the king has gone to the capital, and immediately reported to His Majesty to send a transfer order for you to return to Guzhou."

With his support, Lin Bozhou stepped onto the carriage, walking steadily.

Meng Huan turned his head to look at the camp and the tens of thousands of people in the camp. Lin Bozhou left late at night, so as not to disturb everyone, so many people would reveal their whereabouts and news.

In the next few days, no one would know that Lin Bozhou was gone, but when they ran out of ammunition and food in about four or five days, they would naturally return to the regiment camp and eat the imperial food.

At this time, even if someone leaked the secret, no one could catch up with Lin Bozhou.

"On the road."

In a word, the whip is raised.

The carriage sparkled, and gradually drove into the night, gradually engulfed by the snow and darkness.