MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 43

Shan Xing murmured: "This..."

Shanshu also frowned, with a strange expression on his face.

No one was delighted by his proposal, Meng Huan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Shan Xing: "That's...how should I put it...this..."

Although Lin Bozhou's eye disease was well known to all civil and military people in the Manchu Dynasty, outsiders had never seen him when he was blind. Lin Bozhou considers himself blind and ugly, and never appears in front of others when he is sick, and when he travels occasionally, his servants avoid him.

His arrogance made him unwilling to show timidity and weakness in front of outsiders.

And Meng Huan asked him to go out to watch the lantern festival, which was a lantern festival! Lantern Festival! Crowded! ! Lin Bozhou is blind, how many people will see him!

Meng Huan came to his senses: "I...I..."

He was suddenly like a wilted little cabbage, extremely frustrated, and his lips could not help but twitch down: "I, just want to, the prince usually only goes around the two ends of the palace and the imperial city, and finally rests, so I can go out and see more, there is no So boring."

Lin Bozhou is a 007 iron-blooded worker, supporting the palace and the court by himself, and Meng Huan looks distressed. Meng Huan just wanted to take him to play, but didn't think about it. Meng Huan felt extremely uncomfortable: "If that's the case, forget it."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Bozhou's hands in his sleeves were hanging by his side, originally clenched tightly, but now his slender fingers loosened slightly.

The boy's voice was soft and kind towards him, not that Meng Huan wanted to go to the lantern festival—

— Rather, Meng Huan wanted to go to the lantern festival with him.

It's this guy, who thinks he's too dull and overworked, who wants to add more color to his dark world.

Lin Bozhou's heart has a thick cocoon, which wraps him layer by layer to protect him, but at the same time makes him dull and heavy. Now there's a guy standing outside, tapping his fingers and asking, "Can you hang out with me?"

Those hands are extremely soft, as if they can pull themselves out.

silence.

No one in the booth spoke for a while.

Shan Xing knew that it was impossible for Lin Bozhou to leave the mansion, but it must be embarrassing for him to directly refuse his wife, so he quickly started to think: "Ah, actually, lanterns can also be lit in the palace. Besides, the imperial doctor also told the prince to rest and not to move around. government, but there is no way—”

Beside him, Lin Bozhou's voice sounded: "Yes."

Yamako: "Huh?!"

um what eh?

Meng Huan also turned his eyes: "Will you watch the lantern festival?"

Lin Bozhou raised his head slightly. If his eyes were not covered by white gauze, Meng Huan would definitely have noticed the quiet glimmer in those long, narrow eyes.

He said, "Well, watch the lantern festival."

After Lin Bozhou said to go, the servants hurriedly prepared to go out, the safety of the regent was the top priority, but the luxury car and hundreds of attendants were called back by him with a simple sentence.

Very few people have seen the face of the regent. Lin Bozhou may not be recognized by the people when he walks into the crowd, but if he travels with the guards of the palace, there will be a lot of commotion.

To clear the venue and disperse the people in the street is very disturbing to the people, and the lantern festival will only become a lantern festival for him alone.

That's boring.

Occasionally, he also wanted to let go of his status as regent and just go out for a walk.

Therefore, he ordered the nurses of the palace to wear plain clothes, hide in the crowd behind him, and go on a trip.

"Go out for dinner first, or go out for dinner?" Lin Bozhou said, "Huanhuan has been in the palace for such a long time, and he only goes out twice. If you like, you can accompany Huanhuan to walk around."

Meng Huan, who was two steps away, looked at him and pursed his lips quietly.

Lin Bozhou is willing to leave the mansion, why?

Because of your own proposal?

Meng Huan didn't want to see Lin Bozhou not getting used to it after leaving the mansion, or being seen and ridiculed by others.

Meng Huan hoped that he could be as comfortable as possible, thought for a while, and said: "If the prince doesn't want to go, don't go because I have any burdens. You can watch the lantern festival anytime—"

"Neither,"

Lin Bozhou cut off his words when he opened his mouth. In the past, when he was blind, he was irritable and world-weary. It was almost difficult to see a smile from the corners of his tight lips. Some were only impatient, gloomy and cold.

Now, his tone seemed to be explaining something, and he said plainly: "I want to go with you."

"..."

The cool wind blew the white gauze around his ears, and along with the strands of hair, it fluttered back gently. Many things that were pressing on his shoulders seemed to be unloaded for a short time.

Meng Huan was silent for a while.

But then, something thumped and jumped, and the reverberation continued to expand. Mixed with the summer heat, it became a sound that could not be ignored in the ears.

He opened his lips and said, "Oh."

Approaching, gently holding his hand, soft five fingers, and his slender five fingers close together, rubbing against each other.

"Then let's go."

The fire trees and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

As the sun goes down, the bright lights gradually rise to form a long river of lights, flowing along the city, and the shapes of the lanterns are different, competing for splendor, which makes people feel dizzy.

Meng Huan walked on the street, holding Lin Bozhou lightly, looking around from time to time.

"Wow, this pastry looks so good!"

"Um."

"Wow, this jade stone looks beautiful!"

"Um."

"Wow, this porcelain vase is too slippery to the touch."

"Um."

Meng Huan was thinking while walking, Lin Bozhou followed him, his fingers clenched slightly, feeling disturbed for a moment by the sudden chaos and noisy movement around him, he frowned, uncontrollably aroused irritability.

But the palm holding his little hand was very soft, rather than holding him, it was more like being held, but he tried his best to carefully hook him, as if he was grasping very tightly.

There were many stalls selling cooked food, pastries and pastries on the side of the road. Meng Huan bought a piece, and when he turned around, he saw that Lin Bozhou's eyes were covered with white gauze, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was a little at a loss.

He was handsome, and Meng Huan was not bad either. A pair of Bi people stood in the street, and Lin Bozhou was covered with white gauze.

"what happened?"

"Can't he see it?"

"Blind for nothing, such a handsome man."

Hearing the words, Lin Bozhou took Meng Huan's hand and slightly closed it.

A sense of pressure put his fingers together, and Meng Huan, the social fear man, knew that his husband was a little concerned, so he mustered up the courage to stare at the man who chewed his tongue, and signaled, "Don't look!"

Then, he brought the bitten meat pancake to his lips, "My lord, try it, this is delicious."

Lin Bozhou smelled oil and gorilla.

Except in the dining room, Lin Bozhou didn't eat after lunch on weekdays, and he never ate in front of others, so he put his hand against him: "Huanhuan eats by himself."

Meng Huan's voice suddenly felt aggrieved, overwhelmed, depressed, and angry: "Why don't I give you anything to eat?"

I would like to share my favorite food with you, what a deep feeling! What a sincere love! What thoughtful care!

But Lin Bozhou didn't eat it!

Outrageous!

Seeing that Meng Huan was about to stomp his feet in anger, Lin Bozhou relaxed with a relaxed attitude, and the corners of his lips curled up inexplicably: "Huanhuan—"

Meng Huan leaned against his ear and said softly, "Eat, no one will recognize you, don't worry, besides, it's dark now, so you can't see clearly."

There was darkness in Lin Bozhou's eyes.

But at the same time, he could feel Meng Huan's breath in his ear, soft and warm.

He frowned, and the next moment, the smell of meatloaf came to the tip of his nose again: "Take a bite, take a bite, even a small bite is fine, hoot."

His wife acted like a baby.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, lifted his sleeves upright and gracefully to block the sight of others, and then... took a bite of the meatloaf.

Meng Huan's expectant voice came to his ears: "Is it good, is it good?"

Lin Bozhou hummed: "Very good."

"Yes!" Meng Huan hurriedly stuffed the meatloaf into his mouth in a daze, "Then if you don't eat it, I will."

"..."

As if he was afraid that Lin Bozhou would rob him.

Surrounded by noisy and happy crowd, the noisy voices are in the ear, and the people are crowded shoulder to shoulder, just like Guzhou back then.

The passage of time and space seemed to bring Lin Bozhou back to the city in the snow.

It was the same trip out on the street, and it was also extremely lively, but when he was in the dark among the crowd on the street, he only heard doubts and low voices.

"The prince is actually blind?"

"If Guzhou is handed over to a blind prince, he will surely be doomed!"

"Since you are blind, don't be the prince."

"..."

Later, I found out that all this was because the coquettish side concubine made public opinion for his son Lin Chengxu's succession, but since then, Lin Bozhou has hated the complicated voices around him, and has become a domineering, arrogant and indifferent in the eyes of others, specializing in doing what he thinks is right. Do not walk into the crowd any more.

This time Meng Huan took him out without encountering the trauma in his memory.

It feels good.

After Meng Huan finished biting the meatloaf, he turned around and saw Lin Bozhou's lips rubbed with oil, which was very light, but Meng Huan could see it from a close distance.

"Husband, let me wipe it for you."

Lin Bozhou said "Huh?", and his white fingers fell on his lips, and he rubbed them lightly with his fingertips, causing a burst of itchiness.

Meng Huan: "Clean it up."

After he finished speaking, the hot feeling after being rubbed rose on his lips.

Lin Bozhou frowned, belatedly realized that this is a busy street, the two of them are so close for no reason, in the eyes of outsiders, it can be said that they are a little menglang and shameless.

Meng Huan walked forward happily.

In Lin Bozhou's mind, he inexplicably recalled the words and deeds of his wife in the carriage that day.

Later, when they had **** again, Meng Huan never took the initiative so enthusiastically again, but just fell into his arms, letting Lin Bozhou do what he did, shy, ashamed and passive.

but…

Now, Meng Huan's behavior towards him seemed more daring.

Lin Bozhou slightly bent his lips, held Meng Huan's hand tightly in the dark, and walked casually.

"Wow, the lights here are so beautiful!"

Meng Huan stopped in front of the busiest street in the capital, and there was a huge lantern in front of him, framed by bamboo and wood, brightly lit inside.

The terrain of this street is very good, the Jin River flows all over the place, and there are lighted lamps floating in the river. With the ripples of the water, the lights in the painting boat are even brighter, even brighter than daytime.

Meng Huan! finally! Feel! ancient! Goldilocks!

"It's really beautiful~~"

His tone was turbulent, his eyes were bright, his fair face was upturned, and his smile was warm.

Beside him, Lin Bozhou seemed to chuckle again.

...his wife's adjectives are also very scarce.

Meng Huan suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and said in a dejected tone, "It's a pity, my husband can't see it."

"..."

There was a moment of silence.

Lin Bozhou responded with a very soft voice.

"I can see it."

Meng Huan's joy has been truly conveyed to him.

In the bustling sky, under the huge fire tree, two figures stood side by side. Meng Huan was dizzy, and when he heard these words, he turned his head and saw Lin Bozhou's drooping eyebrows and eyes covered with white gauze, his lips were thin, and his handsome face was stained by the orange light and shadows of the lights.

Lin Bozhou didn't look at the lights, but at him.

At this moment, Meng Huan's heartbeat grew louder and louder.

Echoes all over the sky.

After being quiet for a while, the other voices became clearer.

"Two guest officers."

It is the second child of the painting boat to attract customers.

Smiling and talking: "Jinhe will set off fireworks at night, the two of you will come up for a few drinks, are you waiting?"