MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 49

After Meng Huan kissed him, he immediately backed away nervously, as if nothing had happened, waiting for the silence in the air.

Lin Bozhou was restless and irrational just now, but he suddenly calmed down. He let go of the chair handle tightly, his brows and eyes softened, and his lips parted slightly, but he never made a sound.

The conflict between them seemed to be interrupted by that "chirp", and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

There was a moment of silence.

Meng Huan muttered: "Why are you so fierce, isn't it because you came back late?"

Lin Bozhou's expression sank.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

It was as if the dark clouds accumulated in the sky were suddenly blown away by the wind, and replaced by a blue sky with green tiles and clear sky.

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Well, I blamed you, I was wrong."

snort.

Meng Huan rubbed his face with his fingertips and said, "I don't blame you."

He knew what Lin Bozhou was worried about.

But after rubbing, Meng Huan's fingers suddenly stiffened, hanging in the air.

Surprised by this sudden intimacy.

Did he just touch Lin Bozhou's face like teasing a child?

No way…

Meng Huan was surprised, but Lin Bozhou didn't think about it. With his black hair hanging down to his ears, he turned his head to look for the finger that Meng Huan had moved away. But it was a faint smile.

...Even, he seems to be really coaxed.

Meng Huan couldn't help but recalled the scene when he saw Lin Bozhou for the first time. His clothes were spotless, but his body smelled of blood, and he was about to kill someone when he closed his eyes lightly. My scalp feels tight, my back feels cold...

From then to now, it seems that a long time has passed, so long that many things have changed unconsciously.

Meng Huan came back to his senses: "Is it time for the prince to rest?"

Lin Bozhou: "Didn't you just come back?"

"I'm going to shower and clean myself up."

"I'll wait for you." Lin Bozhou said.

Hearing his words, Meng Huan blushed and nodded.

Across a screen, when Meng Huan took off his shirt to take a shower, he came across the warm letter in his sleeve.

When he took it out, he looked at Lin Bozhou who seemed to be going to sleep sitting next to the bed.

Picking off the sealant, Meng Huan looked at it under the dim light. At first he thought it was Lu Nanxing's dog-crawling calligraphy and he didn't intend to read it, but he also wanted to see if the calligraphy he had learned for two months had improved, so he spread out the paper.

—I didn't expect it to be Xu Ruolin's running script.

It is an incomparably exquisite, neat and handsome regular script in Guange style. Guange style was originally the calligraphy of a Hanlin scholar who was very popular with the emperor. Later, the examiners practiced it one after another, and gradually formed a special font for the examination room.

Guan Ge style regular script is many times easier to recognize than running script, even if it is traditional Chinese characters, Meng Huan can now read it roughly.

The signature of the letter reads four words: A loving father writes.

— This is the letter Meng Xueming wrote to him.

The letter said that he had already arrived in Fengxiang, and he was relying on money to manage his business along the way, and the officers and soldiers who escorted him were not bad to him. Now he has become Fengxiang's military household. He usually guards, drills, and builds military supplies. When he has nothing to do, he farms and raises chickens. He lives away from court disputes. He lives a relatively leisurely life. He asked Meng Huan how he is doing now.

Meng Xueming's wife passed away early, and there were only father and son in the family. Looking at the letter, Meng Huan felt that although he had never met Meng Xueming, he subconsciously liked the father.

There was also a letter on the back of the letter, it really was Lu Nanxing's dog crawling characters, it seems that this letter was first given to Lu Nanxing, and then forwarded to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan saw that Lu Nanxing's letter was quite difficult, so he chose to give up.

The moment he was rustling, Lin Bozhou said, "Huanhuan?"

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

Lin Bozhou: "What's wrong?"

When he said this, Meng Huan became very nervous, and realized that he forgot to brush the water while reading the letter. In Lin Bozhou's ears, the sound of the water must have stopped suddenly, but no one came over.

Meng Huan quickly found an excuse: "Ah, it seems that I am too tired from shopping today, so I took a shower and went to bed."

He walked to the side of the bed, Lin Bozhou sat up again, he waited for Meng Huan all afternoon, now he was in a sluggish mood, his hair was scattered in the snow-white obscene clothes, just waiting to cling to him.

As soon as Meng Huan sat down, he stretched out his hand and took Meng Huan's hand.

The handsome face that approached suddenly, like a Buddha's son with a clean platform, made Meng Huan's heart palpitate again.

Lin Bozhou said lazily, "Huanhuan, kiss me."

"..."

Meng Huan paused, and leaned closer to smell his lips.

Not long after we kissed, Lin Bozhou seemed to be breathing unsteadily, and lay back in the quilt, with his finger bones resting on his ears lightly, with spring in his brows and eyes, as if he was quietly waiting for Meng Huan to play with him. look.

"Huanhuan, come," Lin Bozhou said, "like last night."

"..."

Meng Huan: TvT.

—I have never seen such a perverted attack in my life.

But last night when I was drunk anyway, I only touched him more proactively, and now I pursed my lips nervously, and my mental construction was no longer good.

Although he knew that Lin Bozhou was deliberately teasing him, but Meng Huan really dared.

"Can't you?" When Lin Bozhou said, the skirt of his clothes was gently pulled away, and it fell to the shoulders and necks. The bright and tense shoulders were exposed, and the lines of the waist and abdomen were faintly visible.

Meng Huan was stunned for two or three seconds, and the feeling of drunken dizziness came to his mind again. When he regained consciousness, he was lying in Lin Bozhou's arms again, and his clothes were pulled away by him.

Lin Bozhou's lips were also pressed against it, burning hot, Lin Bozhou's voice was very low: "How did you kiss just now?"

"Huh?" Meng Huan was dizzy, and the back of his ears turned red.

Then, Lin Bozhou tried to peck and kiss his lips several times with Meng Huan's strength just now, with a slight smile in his throat: "Is it so close?"

Meng Huan gritted her teeth and noticed the movement of his fingers.

Lin Bozhou's voice was meaningful: "You are quite courageous."

"..."

The tip of his tongue came in lightly, from a shallow kiss to a long wet kiss, at the same time, his fingers also penetrated into his underwear.

It was similar to the scene in the **** pictures that he saw at that time. When he kissed Meng Huan, his fingers became sticky.

The night was inexplicably long.

Meng Huan couldn't help but quietly looked at Lin Bozhou.

The bed is covered by the hanging tulle, forming a small space. All along, a small space can give people a sense of belonging.

Meng Huan carefully looked at Lin Bozhou's profile.

This man who is close at hand and can't stop kissing him.

When he was deeply involved and couldn't help but choked up.

Meng Huan said in a low voice, "Husband."

Lin Bozhou paused, and kissed him: "Well, I'm here for my husband."

Meng Huan often had a nightmare.

He was a little confused why this scene was always happening. Between the standing tall buildings, a cold torrential rain fell from the sky, the tiles on the ground also had blisters, and thousands of ripples appeared in the whole world.

And next to the rainstorm, there was a pile of discarded garbage, which was washed away by the rain, and there was a small swaddling baby among them.

A pale baby finger protruded from the swaddle, was beaten by the heavy rain, and kept howling.

In the past, Meng Huan always woke up from this nightmare, suspecting that he was the baby in swaddling clothes, that is, the scene where he was abandoned.

That night, Meng Huan had this dream again.

But this time, he saw a young man appear, blocking the wind and rain for him with an umbrella. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the scent of his pale neck protruding from his neckline was exactly the same as that lingering from the tip of Meng Huan's nose at this time.

Meng Huan woke up late at night and saw Lin Bozhou sleeping beside him.

He was startled, but couldn't hold back, and leaned in to bite his jaw lightly.

In his sleep, Lin Bozhou seemed to be in pain from being bitten, he slightly raised his brows, but with his backhand, he pressed Meng Huan's back even more heavily into his arms.

Meng Huan was sure, maybe this wasn't a dream.

The man who shielded him from the wind and rain appeared.

In the morning, Meng Huan woke up, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

Lin Bozhou woke up early, maybe You Jin waited for him to get up, anyway dressed neatly and sat in the study, listening to Chen An's report on recent political affairs.

He was lazily reclining in the pear blossom wood teacher's chair, his eyes were covered with white gauze, his lips were pursed, and he hummed softly from time to time.

Lin Bozhou was born with a busy life and couldn't take time off. Even if he was blind, he had to get up early in the morning, take a bath, burn incense, exercise, sit quietly and meditate, and then wait for the staff and officials to enter the study to report the situation.

Meng Huan was also dressed neatly and walked over. Chen An was talking about something.

"According to reports from people in the palace, His Majesty summoned the grandson of Cui Ge's hometown yesterday."

Lin Bozhou picked up his teacup: "Huh?"

"It's not the little young master Cui Han, but the eldest young master Cui Ying. This young master is said to be in poor health. He has been recuperating in the Xiangshan Manor outside the city, reading books, playing chess, making friends with young princes, and has a good reputation among the rich. "

Lin Bozhou was quiet and did not speak.

"Some time ago, this young master defeated Grandmaster Kongjie of the Crying Monastery at Go, and his deeds were sung in the capital. Isn't Your Majesty obsessed with Go? Hearing about this, he quickly summoned him into the palace, saying that he wanted to play chess with him. "

Lin Bozhou put down the teacup.

"knock-"

There was a gentle sound.

Lin Bozhou smiled slightly: "Interesting, this is looking at this king's refusal to play chess with His Majesty, and he is blind, and when he sees an opening, he tries his best to get in."

He smiled, like a demon with a handsome face, but his tone was very cold: "You are very smart, and you know how to play Go. It seems that they have already figured out how to replace this king in front of His Majesty."

Chen An's back felt chills when he heard those two light words.

Since ancient times, if courtiers want to gain power, they always want to please the emperor. For example, a well-known treacherous official, who wrote beautiful poems with a single hand, won the favor of a certain Taoist emperor, made great achievements, and overthrew the court for many years.

Power eunuchs also have to rely on pleasing the emperor, and the emperor is discouraged and lazy, so that they can get the imperial power that has been left behind.

Lin Bozhou was transferred from Guzhou to the capital back then. He was originally the puppet regent against the eunuchs. His goal was to turn to Emperor Xuanhe. The first step to gain his trust was to please him, and conquered the heart of this middle school boy with Go. .

It's just that after he gained trust, he no longer played chess with the emperor, but asked him to study hard and learn the principles of governing the country. The emperor should not have the seven emotions and six desires, nor should he have other hobbies besides state affairs, otherwise it will be too deep and heavy, and it will definitely not be a good thing for the country.

Now, someone actually imitated his previous method, and wanted to rush onto the stage while his eye disease was still unhealed.

"Some people can't hide their desire to kill this king."

After Lin Bozhou finished speaking, the teacup fell to the ground and fell to pieces suddenly.

Meng Huan froze and looked up at him.

... Lin Bozhou was very angry?

"Husband..."

Meng Huan walked forward, just about to say a few words of comfort.

He stopped suddenly.

The two letters he received last night suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Put it on the table, it was picked up by You Jin when he entered the room early in the morning, with black and white writing, very eye-catching—