MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 51

After eating, I am free for a while.

Meng Huan opened the letter and read it again.

Encountering a word that Lu Nanxing didn't know, Meng Huan became more courageous and pulled Lin Bozhou's sleeve: "Husband, how do you pronounce this word?"

Lin Bozhou: "Huh?"

Meng Huan wrote the shape of writing on the palm of his hand.

Lin Bozhou sensed it for a moment, and told Meng Huan the meaning together.

Meng Huan was rather depressed: "I would have told you earlier if I knew it."

Lin Bozhou smiled, not revealing that he was cheated out of money by the servant.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. In the room, Meng Huan stretched out some white wrists and concentrated on reading the letter. The letter was neatly written. It was a reply letter to Meng Xueming.

The meaning of Lu Nanxing's letter was also understood.

I thought there would be an attack on Lin Bozhou, but I didn't expect that there would be no, it was just pure condolences. When Lin Bozhou passed his life in the farm outside the city, Lu Nanxing's mood in the letter was melancholy.

After finally writing the letter, Meng Huan decided to try his luck at the restaurant that day, wondering if he could hand the letter back to Lu Nanxing. He had just put the letter into the envelope when Chen An was sweating profusely and hurried in.

"My lord."

Meng Huan walked out, and before he left, he saw him bowing to Lin Bozhou, talking about something, and vaguely heard a few words.

— Liaodong military pay.

Being able to hold the letter in his hand openly made Meng Huan feel much happier. He looked at him with a loving old face like a chrysanthemum, and smiled: "Master, why are you so happy?"

Meng Huan couldn't tell, but felt his shoulders relaxed.

In fact, he still cares about what happened to Meng Xueming by Lin Bozhou. Even if he doesn't care, and there is nothing hidden about it, then Meng Huan will be stabbed in the back of the world by the people in the book for the rest of his life.

Now that it's over, he also knows that Meng Xueming is safe, and he feels much better.

You Jin picked up an umbrella: "Master, shall we go out of the house?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Yes, I'm going out for a stroll today too. I'll find a friend by the way and give him the letter."

"Believe it?" You Jin laughed twice.

Speaking of which, he picked up Meng Huan's letter under the bed.

Speaking of this, Meng Huan was still a little embarrassed, not ashamed to look at him, and strode out of the house.

The weather was hot and there were many customers in the teahouse. Meng Huan was a little dazed after waiting for half an hour, thinking why not go directly to Lu Nanxing? So he motioned to You Jin, "Let's go directly to Lu Shilang's mansion."

You Jin's eyebrows and eyes were surprised: "Go to Lu Shilang's mansion?"

"Yes, I will send the letter to Lu Nanxing, and ask about my father's address by the way, and next time I will send him a letter directly to send the money." Meng Huan looked around.

You Jin's expression loosened. Knowing that Meng Huan said these words without any shyness, it proved that he really won't leave, so he happily said, "Okay."

The distance from the tea house to Lu's mansion is relatively long. After all, Lu Shi is just a servant, not as rich as Lin Bozhou, and the houses he bought in the capital are relatively remote, one in the east of the city and the other in the west of the city.

After walking for a while, Meng Huan was really sunburned. He saw someone selling plums at the entrance of a temple, and when he approached to buy some plums, a cool breeze came from the temple. When enjoying the cool weather, Meng Huan entered the temple and went to the front yard to burn a stick of incense.

Meng Huan is a superstitious child. He always feels that he is lucky to be able to survive in this book, so he will worship Bodhisattvas devoutly when he sees them.

When he got up, there was movement behind him.

"Young Master Cui is very good at chess, I'm afraid that I am here to amuse the poor monk."

"Hahaha," followed by a hearty young male voice, "After playing chess with you for so many years, why do you start talking sour words today?"

Meng Huan turned his head and paused, noticing the familiar face of the young man standing in the corridor.

The young man was sweating profusely and drank a bowl of herbal tea. When he turned his head and saw Meng Huan, he paused with a smile and said, "Huh?"

Meng Huan also: "Huh?"

Isn't this the man who played chess with Lin Bozhou that he met at Huafang that day?

Meng Huan was still in a hurry to find Lu Nanxing, smiled and was about to leave. The young man stood up excitedly and raised his hand to signal him: "Young Master, don't go. I met you by chance that day and played a game with your friend. I have been wandering around the painting boat all day, trying to find the blind young man. After playing chess that day, I went back to reflect and finally knew where I was wrong."

"Uh," Meng Huan's eyelids twitched, "so you—"

"Can I compete with that blind boy again?"

What he said was similar to the feeling of having to pester someone to solo again after losing the game, which is not incomprehensible, but how could Lin Bozhou play another game with him.

Meng Huan hissed, he was not good at rejecting people, and You Jin next to him said: "Young master, our young master has been unwell recently, he is raised in the mansion and doesn't go out very much, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to play another game with young master."

"Then..." The young man didn't seem to give up, "Can I come and visit?"

Meng Huan bit his lower lip.

He felt that he went out with Lin Bozhou that day, just like Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing went out in human form and attracted a crazy scholar, but the problem is that Lin Bozhou and his real identity can't be revealed.

Meng Huan shook his head: "No way."

If people know that Lin Bozhou, who is the regent, is playing chess with others on a painting boat, it will probably spread throughout the capital, and even be written into the storybook and become a story. The person in front of him is equivalent to encountering the treasure by accident, and if he wants to encounter the treasure a second time, there is absolutely no chance.

The young man showed disappointment, but he still didn't give up. He looked at the sky melancholy: "Could it be that the heavens doomed me not to become a winner from being defeated?"

"..."

Meng Huan was about to leave, and before leaving, he encouraged him: "Come on."

But the young man has bright eyes and bright eyes, and speaks frankly: "Then can you ask the young master's name and make friends, and when the blind young master recovers, we will compete."

Meng Huan shook his head again: "It's really not possible, brother."

Lin Bozhou is so busy every day, he doesn't have much time to see his wife, how could he play chess with you? Want to fart.

"It's a big show."

Such a sentence suddenly came from the corridor.

Meng Huan turned his face to confirm that the other party was talking about himself.

Standing in the shadow under the eaves was a tall and slender young man, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, with braided hair and armor on his shoulders, dressed not exactly like a dandy, but like a military general, with dark eyebrows pressed down extremely low , looking gloomy.

To be honest, his words made Meng Huan a little uncomfortable.

In ancient times, if a rich young master wanted to make friends with you, that was because he valued you.

Meng Huan brought an old slave with him now, two guards dressed as healthy servants, they looked rather shabby, and their family background was probably not comparable to others, so this person is neither yin nor yang.

Meng Huan hadn't bullied him yet, but the man did it first and glared at him.

The man stepped out of the shadows and repeated: "What a big show."

The young man frowned: "An Chui, don't talk."

An Chui raised his eyebrows, and said carelessly, "Master, if you really want to play chess with that blind boy, it's very simple, just tie up this little boy, let him play chess with you before letting him go, and you'll be fine." gone?"

"..."

What kind of wicked idea is this?

However, Meng Huan focused on the word An Chui: "What's your name?"

The young man clasped his fists together: "My surname is Cui, and my name is Lang. He is my friend, and his name is An Chui."

"..."

Hearing these two names, Meng Huan's mind suddenly exploded, and his back went numb.

Andy?

He remembered very little of the original book, but he was quite impressed with the name An Chui, because he was the most vocal in the book review section of the original book, demanding to replace Lin Bozhou and become the male number two.

Comment section at the time:

[No way, the Prince Regent killed Huan Bao's own father, can they still be together, can they still be HE? Is there **** in the author's mind? ]

[Family, why do I think Huan Bao and An Chui are also easy to knock? ]

[Please! Queen Gao Leng and his big dog are the most delicious! Hit Lin Bozhou on the public screen! ]

At that time, in the comment area, many people couldn't take it anymore because the official supporting role was too sadistic and romantic.

The incident was so uproar that Meng Huan remembered it so clearly. This An Chui is a proton of a tribe named Zhu Lizhen, who was sent to the capital. At that time, he met the original owner through Cui Han from the Liyuan, and the two fought against each other and became good partners. Later, with the encouragement and help of this person, the original owner fled to Jianzhouwei in Liaodong together with him, and began to recruit troops and achieve hegemony.

An Chui was originally an ally of the original owner, but was later recruited as a minister by the original owner's clever scheme. He treated him like a loyal dog, obedient to his words, and he was very heroic in fighting, murderous, and **** as much as Lin Bozhou.

—So it can be seen that...Lin Bozhou's popularity is really bad qwq. At this time, Meng Huan did not forget to mourn for her husband for three minutes.

He turned his gaze to Cui Lang.

This person, he vaguely remembered, seemed to be one of the people who wanted to kill Lin Bozhou, but at that time, no one wanted to kill Lin Bozhou, so Meng Huan didn't have a deep impression, and he didn't know what kind of feud he had with Lin Bozhou.

However, he remembered what Lin Bozhou had said in his study this morning that a young master who had won the game of Go was called into the palace by the emperor, and as expected, it was Cui Lang in front of him.

The other party's smile was still hearty, and he asked, "May I ask your son's name?"

Meng Huan said slowly, "My name is not important."

He remembered that he didn't want to make friends with Cui Han, so he staggered the plot line of Li Yuan and An Chui's acquaintance. Unexpectedly, the correction of self-awareness in this world made him meet the person who helped him escape here.

Meng Huan: "Anyway, it's impossible for that young master to play chess with you again."

Cui Lang's smile gradually faded.

"Interesting." Behind him, An Chui's brows were pressed down, and the brows were a little bit unruly, like a hungry eagle dog: "Is it true that you can't play chess with our young master?"

When he said this, Meng Huan vaguely sensed something, and the guards dressed as male servants behind him also raised their eyes, with their big hands on their sides, all watching An Chui vigilantly.

Meng Huan stood with drooping eyelids and didn't move.

He doesn't know how to persuade people in this world not to touch him.

Now, every time he sees someone provoking him, Meng Huan is not angry, but sighs.

Really speechless.

Someone was going to be beaten up by Lin Bozhou again.

:)