MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 52

The atmosphere was tense. In the hearts of the young masters who had never been rejected, those who did not know how to praise were more or less beaten up. Cui Lang was the grandson of the chief assistant, with a respected status, and his subordinates would be even more domineering.

An Chui was like an unleashed dog, rushing forward and barking yelling in order to protect his master.

Meng Huan backed away, really afraid of being criticized, and just wanted the two guards to fight him, but Cui Lang grabbed An Chui's shoulder and dragged him back.

"You are so bold!" Cui Lang looked annoyed, and cupped his fists at Meng Huan, "Young master, don't blame him, he is just a savage and doesn't know etiquette. He speaks loudly, bold and wild, even I am often startled by him."

As he spoke, he kicked him: "Don't take out your set of things to scare people, how many times have I said that! Apologize to the young master."

An Chui was kicked by him and bent over, but his expression was no longer the same as before, his sharp eyes stared at Meng Huan, reminiscent of a carnivorous eagle, he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, my lord." Although the words were not sincere, but the etiquette was reached, "The little rudeness offends."

You Jin still refused to let go: "Take care of your dog, if you really hurt my son in the slightest, the heavenly king and I will come to see you!"

Cui Lang couldn't help laughing, and clasped his fists again: "I'm offended."

Meng Huan also heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that you had somehow saved his life, when he turned around, a figure walked in the door.

The old man who bought the plums was a bit old, he came in with his back bent and asked, "Young masters, it's hot, can you ask for some water?"

Cui Lang quickly responded: "Come here! Pour a glass of water for the old man!"

The ladle was handed to him, and he handed it to the old man, and asked with a smile, "How much did you earn today?"

"There is no money to be made. The plums are all rotten in the heat."

This old man belonged to the lowest class of the people, with lice on his head, a smell of sweat on his body, and a sad look on his face.

Cui Lang shook his head and said, "It's not easy."

He just stood there and chatted with the old man.

This scene was similar to the upright officials meeting the common people in TV dramas, Meng Huan couldn't help but take another look.

After what happened to Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan found that many of the things he saw in the original book were not on the surface. This Cui Lang and Lin Bozhou belonged to the same opponent, so is it good or bad?

Was it right for the original owner to flee to Jianzhou?

Thinking all the way to Lu's Mansion, he asked the concierge to inform him. After a while, the concierge came out to answer him: "Young master, our young master is not in the mansion. During this time, he went to Mingtai Temple in the south of the city to escape the summer heat and prepare for the exam."

"..."

After walking for so long and hearing that he was not around, Meng Huan was numb.

But thinking that it would be inappropriate to hand over the letter to the servant, he nodded, "Then I'll go to Mingtai Temple to find him."

I was speechless all the way, but it is normal life to return without success. Although I did not find Lu Nanxing this time, I walked in the city and became more familiar with the road.

Halfway through the journey, the weather was extremely hot, and a large group of dark clouds formed in the sky. In the hottest summer, it is very easy to have a sudden rainstorm, You Jin quickly held up an umbrella: "My lord, let's go faster."

Meng Huan turned his head, and the people on the street were rushing home, running in a mess. The water gradually made the ground wet. Meng Huan clicked his tongue when the soles of his shoes were wet. He had just jumped over a puddle and looked up to see many people crowded in front of him.

Near an inn, all the people surrounded the umbrellas, and some people said: "What's the matter? What's the matter? I'll take a look too."

Meng Huan thought there was some commotion and walked forward subconsciously.

The crowd of onlookers was so dense that he turned around and couldn't get in. When he lowered his head, he saw a line of light red blood flowing through the rain, winding to the sole of the shoe, and then flowing far away, gradually spreading out.

"Blood?"

The next moment Meng Huan raised his head, a gap appeared between the two of them, and he finally saw what was in the middle of the crowd. A fat man was lying on the ground, facing the ground, with his arms outstretched and his legs separated. Blood was flowing from his body. from.

Meng Huan always felt that this person's lying posture was a little weird.

In the ear, various voices sounded.

"Oh my god, murder!"

"This is the owner of the restaurant, Wang Laosi, I have eaten in this restaurant for ten years, and I killed someone..."

"It was said that a group of outsiders got drunk and made trouble, and molested the young lady next to them. The boss went up to try to persuade the fight, but they were cut off with a knife on the head!"

"..."

With a vague voice, Meng Huan looked at the blood-red center with confirmation. There was a **** hole in the middle of the shoulder, which was fleshy, with white stubble in the flesh. The rain was dripping, and Meng Huan didn't see what it was at first, but now, he finally saw it clearly.

— a corpse with its head chopped off.

The chill gushing from the back suddenly rushed to the whole body, as if being tightly pinched by the neck with both hands. Meng Huan took a step back. He knocked down the umbrella in You Jin's hand. The cold water poured over his head, and the blood red in his vision continued to expand.

Meng Huan looked away, but his whole body seemed to be in a daze, maintaining his original posture and unable to move.

By the ear, You Jin picked up the umbrella, "Young Master, Young Master?!"

The broken neck of the corpse kept going back in front of his eyes, even if he hadn't looked at it anymore. Unable to move, Meng Huan opened his eyes slightly. When he chooses a movie and sees a horror movie, he will cover the screen and swipe across the screen, and even if he kills a chicken, he will vomit. This is the first time he has seen a living beheaded corpse.

…this is a man whose head was beheaded.

His lips were pale, and he turned his face away. The fine rain and rumbling thunder played together, and You Jin screamed in a high-pitched voice: "My lord is dying, my lord is dying!"

The good man suddenly saw the **** corpse, one is bad luck, and the other is easy to be entangled by the dead, You Jin quickly grabbed his wrist to prevent Meng Huan's soul from being hooked away.

And Meng Huan was completely out of the shock of life disappearing in front of his eyes. He was about to turn around when he saw a dark brown figure on the side of the street under the rain, carrying a bag in his hand, and blood dripped from the bag. fall.

It was a middle-aged man, whose clothes were somewhat similar to An Chui's. He was obviously a foreigner. He looked at the place where the corpse was placed with a calm expression, as if he was observing something.

Meng Huan's mind was blank for a moment, out of some premonition, he broke free from You Jin's wrist, and ran towards that person in big strides. Shouting at the same time: "Catch him! Catch him!"

The guard was a little confused, but ran after him.

The man seemed a little surprised. He glanced at Meng Huan, unable to distinguish the emotion in his eyes, and walked into the alley behind him.

Meng Huan ran into the alley and saw water dripping down from the wall, only footprints were trampled on. The man stood on top of the high wall and glared at him. When the lightning struck, his facial features suddenly appeared under the white light.

A heavy object was smashed down, and with a "snap", it stuck heavily to the ground.

Meng Huan lowered his head and found that it was the innkeeper's head, with pale lips and teeth knocked out.

After Meng Huan returned home, his servants brought hot water. His whole body was drenched by the rain. His skin was a little numb when he was immersed in the hot water, and he felt the heat seep into his bone marrow for a moment.

Through the door, You Jin bowed his waist and was talking: "My lord, this old slave doesn't know. When he saw the corpse on the ground, the master suddenly ran into the alley. What happened? I really saw the head of the dead man. It's broken, the master must It was haunted by evil spirits."

Lin Bozhou was covered with white gauze, and he put the teacup back again: "Evil ghost?"

"The ghost is haunted! That's right! My lord, hurry up and ask Master Li to come and exorcise the evil spirits for the master, or you will get sick!"

After closing the tea cover, Lin Bozhou understood: "Go down."

The sound was quite far away, Meng Huan soaked in the water, scooped up a handful of hot water and flushed his face vigorously. Staring at the vortex of backflow, my thoughts were still a little stiff, staying on the face of the person under the thunder and lightning.

The face of the murderer.

During this period of time, it was the first time he saw the dead so intuitively. Meng Huan rubbed his face vigorously again, trying to wash away the discomfort caused by the rain.

Beside him, Lin Bozhou seemed to be coming this way, and Meng Huan also came out of the water, before he had time to dry himself: "You can't see—"

Lin Bozhou stretched out a hand: "Let's hold."

Meng Huan clenched his hands tightly, and Lin Bozhou asked, "What's going on?"

Meng Huan let out a breath.

"Scared?"

His voice was very soft, and his hot breath followed.

Meng Huan licked his lower lip, and when he didn't know what to say, his shoulders were pulled into his arms. Lin Bozhou sighed, and patted his back lightly: "I'm really scared, we are happy, the murderer really deserves death."

The tolerance and understanding in his tone made Meng Huan instantly relieved.

Somehow, there is still a little grievance.

Meng Huan could feel the warm fragrance in his chest, and Lin Bozhou gently pinched his sharp chin with one hand, leaned closer, and the breath from the tip of his nose blew past: "Okay, okay, it's okay, be careful when you go out in the future, and don't go to noisy places. Gather some places, and ask a few more guards to follow you."

Previously, when Meng Huan saw him talking louder, he would have been so frightened that he turned his ears back, let alone encountering a murderer.

Meng Huan forgot to nod, his mind was full of thoughts.

He rubbed his face against Lin Bozhou's arms vigorously, making a humming sound, trying to wake himself up.

At that time, he saw that person was wearing clothes similar to An Chui's, obviously he was of a different race, Meng Huan subconsciously rushed up, but he didn't expect that person to be the real murderer.

Although Meng Huan had almost forgotten the original book, as long as he could remember a little bit of some key plots, it seemed to have a great effect.

Especially... the matter of the original owner and An Chui fleeing to Jianzhouwei to recruit soldiers.

At that time, the original owner finally escaped and went to Beidi with a humble status.

But An Chui is a foreign hostage, originally the little prince of the tribe, that's why they were able to revolt, recruiting troops to accumulate power, and later denouncing Lin Bozhou, leading An Chui's Zhulizhen tribe to attack Dazong from northeast to south.

That's war!

It's real power and conspiracy!

—In the book, there are thousands of lives.

When you die, you die.

Readers just watch the fun.

But through this book, these are real human lives, do you really want to watch the war break out and alien races invade Dazong?

And at that time, Lin Bozhou, as the coach, will personally conquer the invading nomads. The battlefield is changing rapidly and there are many dangers. Lin Bozhou has taken personal risks many times and was seriously injured.

"hateful…"

Meng Huan tried to rub his head again, trying to remember.

When Lin Bozhou personally conquered the invaders, the Qingliu faction of the imperial court hid in the peaceful capital. They were clearly the party protected and guarded by him, but when Lin Bozhou was not in the imperial court, they attacked him wantonly, cutting off his food and grass, cutting off his military pay, and receiving requests for help. But the small action of not sending troops was deliberately to make Lin Bozhou suffer a disastrous defeat.

People are sinister.

... In the past, Meng Huan used to read books just for fun.

Up to now, feeling the real body temperature in front of him and Lin Bozhou's warm breathing, Meng Huan suddenly felt a chill down his back and was extremely scared.

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Meng Huanxin said: I have to protect him qwq.