MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 62

Meng Huan was wearing a white shirt, with a thin body, and asked him to sit on his lap.

The white toes didn't touch the ground, they were half hanging between Lin Bozhou's robes, leaning against his arms a little weakly, like a little beauty in the arms of a tyrant.

The attendants looked away knowingly.

The first thing Lin Bozhou said about serving is to drink medicine.

The smell of the medicine was bitter, and it was passed to the lips.

Meng Huan lowered his head and put the spoon in his mouth cooperatively. He originally wanted to finish the medicinal soup in one go, but unexpectedly the bitter taste of the medicine filled his mouth immediately. He frowned and swallowed the medicinal soup.

Lin Bozhou smiled: "It's not bitter, but taste?"

"I'll swallow it."

Meng Huan grunted like a small fish, and swallowed the medicinal soup with difficulty.

Lin Bozhou scooped up another spoonful of medicinal soup.

Before meeting Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou did this when his mother was seriously ill and before leaving, he knelt down in front of the couch and served soup and medicine personally, the memory is still heavy and clear.

At that time, he watched his mother seriously ill and left him.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the scene reappeared.

He, unlike last time, could only watch the loss.

His little boy was brave and strong, trying to get back to him.

It just made him ecstatic.

A few drops of the medicinal juice oozed out and stuck to Meng Huan's pale lips. Lin Bozhou put down the bowl and chopsticks and leaned over, gently rolled the bitter medicinal juice into the tip of his tongue, and then licked it a few times like licking a wound.

The sudden estrus, Meng Huan seemed to be frightened by him, and closed his ears: "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou picked up the medicine bowl, and there were still a few mouthfuls of soup in it, with the medicine dregs precipitated, which was very bitter. After he drank the medicinal soup, he moved closer to cover Meng Huan's lips.

"The medicine...isn't...bitter?" The voice was intermittent, "For my husband...together with Huanhuan...to taste..."

The medicinal soup was passed from the tip of his tongue, and the few drops that spilled out were licked clean. He pinched Meng Huan's chin to ensure that all the medicinal soup was delivered into his lips.

He clasped his chin with strong fingers, Meng Huan blinked, and blushed behind his ears when he understood his intentions, his fingers clenched his clothes tightly in bewilderment, he could only open his lips, and shamelessly greeted his encroachment.

In front of him was Lin Bozhou's eyes that were half drooping and smiling, "Swallow it."

"..."

It's just a medicinal soup, but it's like what he said.

Meng Huan's throat rolled, and the bitter medicinal soup swirled, every drop was swallowed into his throat.

...Every next mouthful, Lin Bozhou fed him thoughtfully and meticulously, making sure that Meng Huan took it all in place.

…

A bowl of medicine is like something to drink.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Meng Huan curled up in his arms, clasped his white toes tightly, his face was blushing, and he was sure that Lin Bozhou must be a little perverted.

—Who would have thought that medicinal soup could also be made into a fun item?

qwq.

"Huanhuan hasn't eaten a good meal for a few days. I know that Huanhuan is hungry, but I have to wait until the medicine takes effect before eating."

Lin Bozhou's fingers were very long, and he separated them gently, stroking his ear and neck, as if comforting an emotionally unstable kitten.

Meng Huan nodded, resting his forehead on his shoulder.

Hugging, Lin Bozhou gently touched him with his hands through the clothes.

Meng Huan changed his posture and thought, "Did you give me a bath when you came back?"

"Well," Lin Bozhou tilted his head, thinking, "At that time, Huanhuan was as dirty as a kitten, and she could rub mud in hot water."

"..." Meng Huan blushed for a moment, "So dirty?"

"Wash it and it will be clean."

Lin Bozhou put his arms around him, and slowly rubbed his hands along his thin waist. He was very familiar with Meng Huan's body, and he knew when he had lost a few catties.

The touch of the fingertips was cool and comfortable, and Meng Huan curled up in his arms, feeling the caress of Dr. Lin Bozhou like a physical examination. This kind of intimacy was unique before meeting Lin Bozhou. He could clearly feel that Lin Bozhou loved him as much as he loved him.

After a while, Lin Bozhou whispered, "I'm much thinner."

Meng Huan hugged his neck, "It will grow back soon."

His feet were white, and he just kicked onto the chair, almost sitting on Lin Bozhou's lap.

Lin Bozhou also allowed him to sit however he felt comfortable, and he sat upright with one arm around his waist to prevent Meng Huan from falling.

"Okay, my husband doesn't care about anything during this time, just supervise Huanhuan to take care of her body."

Hugging, rubbing ears and temples together, saying some love words.

His voice was close to his ears, very low.

When Meng Huan gently closed his eyes, an image flashed inexplicably in front of him...

Lin Bo, who was covered in white gauze, fell off the horse and was trampled by the horses. His white clothes fell into the mud, bloodstained, and his face was miserable and angry...

If he was really taken out of the city, Lin Bozhou would end up like this.

When Lin Bozhou kissed his ear, Meng Huan raised his head, his clear eyes sized up Lin Bozhou.

"What are you looking at?" Lin Bozhou changed hands to hug him.

Meng Huan opened his lips, but did not speak.

... what original book.

What original owner.

Maybe those are all a dream.

When thinking of this sentence, it seemed that some rocks that had been hanging for a long time fell to the ground. Meng Huan looked down at the ground with sick eyes, and after a while he said slowly, "I think you can't see enough."

Lin Bozhou couldn't help laughing, and approached his forehead: "Huanhuan has changed a lot after suffering, and he can talk about love to coax people."

After saying this, he wanted to kiss Meng Huan's lips again.

At this moment, outside the door, Chen An came in.

Standing at a distance, he didn't raise his head: "My lord, Mr. Cui Ge posted an invitation letter, saying that he has something important to talk to the lord."

Meng Huan turned his head quickly, resting his head on Lin Bozhou's shoulder, and closed his red ears.

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were not at all pleasant.

In the past, he had a disagreement with whoever had a political disagreement, and the more he grasped the handle of the other party, the surface became more immobile, and the spring breeze was warm, but now his brows and eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at Chen An coldly:

"A few letters have been handed over to the palace. An Chui has been taken into custody, and the Beizhen Fusi will judge for justice," Lin Bozhou said, "He dares to raise a prince of a foreign race in the palace. Responsibility, now it is to deliver a letter to the king, but also to have an interview with the king, so I am in a hurry to make a fool of myself, and no one knows what the plan is."

Chen An understood what he meant, "Then the subordinates will go back to him, the lord is recovering from his illness and will not see any guests."

Lin Bozhou responded in a low voice.

Chen An wanted to leave at first, but when he thought of something, he looked back at Lin Bozhou with uncontrollable joy in his voice, "My lord, can we 'dump Cui' now?"

What he meant was that the Cui family raised the little prince of the Zhu Lizhen clan in the mansion, and even connived at the abduction of the emperor's relatives by foreigners. This crime, even Cui Renfang, the chief minister of his cabinet, could not bear it, and he would definitely die.

The Ministry of Officials controlled by Mr. Cui Ge is the hub of appointment and promotion of officials, which is of great significance. Therefore, Mr. Cui Ge's power in the court is so strong that Lin Bozhou, who had not yet gained a firm foothold in the court at that time, had to agree with him on the surface. Call him a teacher.

As long as Mr. Cui Ge is overthrown, he will also overthrow the followers and forces of the Zhuoliu Party in the court. The power to appoint and dismiss officials is completely in his own hands. It is so satisfying to dig out the carrion!

Chen An's tone was ecstatic, and his imaginary images flickered in his eyes, "As long as he falls, he will no longer form a party for selfish interests, no longer be a jackal in power, and no longer be a rotting corpse in a high position. The prince... Only talents are used, Select the virtuous and promote the capable, and the administration of officials is expected to be clear!"

No one understands this truth.

But the Cui family's root system in the court is huge and strong, and it can't be dug out in a day.

Lin Bozhou nodded his eyebrows with his fingertips, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water, he seemed much calmer, "First report the matter to His Majesty, and then read An Chui's confession, this vicious battle will take time to fight."

"Take orders!" Chen An walked out excitedly.

"slow."

Lin Bozhou suddenly stopped him.

Chen An, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids, "Beizhen Fusiquan arranges our people, don't let anyone get close to An Chui easily."

The more deadly evidence they have, the more they will try to destroy it.

Chen An said solemnly, "Yes."

He turned his head and left the hall.

Meng Huan finally raised his head from his shoulders, turned his eyes to look at Chen Anli's back, and grabbed Lin Bozhou's lapel.

He felt very ashamed. Every time he got close to Lin Bozhou, the regent who was busy with everything had to deal with it, he seemed to be a Daji who was disastrous to the country and the people.

Only here did Meng Huan raise his eyes: "Have we finished talking?"

Lin Bozhou squeezed his thin jaw, "It doesn't matter, let's eat."

Meng Huan hummed, and the servants served the food one after another, and he also had a little feeling in his heart.

In Mary Su's novel, the supporting role provokes the male protagonist, and the male protagonist directly kills him.

But in the real officialdom, unless it is cannon fodder that is dead and has no influence, anyone with a name and surname cannot be killed indiscriminately.

For example, Meng Xueming is a mere sixth-rank official, and if Lin Bozhou assigns him, he can arouse the fury of scholars all over the world.

What's more, old Cui Ge, from the official to the chief assistant, Dazong is notorious for forming cliques for private interests, crony faction is a serious disaster, how many people's interests will be affected by moving a chief assistant.

Lin Bozhou's reputation is so bad precisely because too many people's interests have been affected.

In officialdom, knives and guns are not weapons, but the law of the dynasty is the weapon.

But many laws have long been outdated and inapplicable, or even just shackles.

Massive corruption is here. All those with vested interests will only follow the old ways and guard their one-acre three-point land. Any change or any behavior that will divide their interests will arouse their vigilance and rage.

Lin Bozhou wants to change? I'm sorry, the right to speak is in the hands of scholars, and scholars are a large number of vested interests. If Lin Bozhou moves their interests, they will spray Lin Bozhou to death with pen and ink.

People may think that Lin Bozhou is good, but people can't read and write, can't make any sound, it means it doesn't exist.

It has always been like this, so why do so many people who plead for the people end up miserable.

...In the original book, Lin Bozhou led his troops to resist Zhu Lizhen's clan, and it was Cui Ge's people who made the trip behind him.

At that time, it seemed that he had been hurt badly.

—If according to the self-awareness of the world, would Lin Bozhou still go to war?

Meng Huan was in a daze, unable to figure it out.

By the ear, Lin Bozhou scooped up a bowl of chicken soup, "Drink something to rest your stomach first."

"Yeah." Meng Huan came back to his senses, and looked down at the clear yellow chicken soup.

Holding the chicken soup in his hand, he took a small sip.

"tasty?"

Meng Huan nodded.

Lin Bozhou didn't smile: "Huanhuan is starving."

He doesn't eat, he only puts what he likes in Meng Huan's bowl. Two pairs of chopsticks, just finished eating, when a new dish was brought to his lips, Meng Huan's white cheeks were bulging, and his jaw would be pinched again, "Eat slowly, Huanhuan has a bad stomach right now, I can't digest it after eating too much .”

Meng Huan had no choice but to stop his chopsticks, point to the fish, and said anxiously, "This is delicious."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "One more chopstick."

Meng Huan curled his lower lip: "I'm very hungry."

"Eat less and eat more," Lin Bozhou looked closer at him, "Eat when you're hungry, but don't eat too much at one meal, it's not good for your stomach."

Meng Huan wanted to be angry, but couldn't, but the dissatisfaction was already evident on his face. When he was angry, Lin Bozhou put his arms around his waist and hugged him again.

"Huanhuan."

Meng Huan: "Let me go."

Lin Bozhou kissed his earlobe, opened his clothes with his fingers and poked inside, "The belly is round."

Meng Huan couldn't hold back and bumped his head against his jaw.

With a sound of "bang", Lin Bozhou seemed to be in pain, and licked his lower lip, "I am full of food, and my strength has also come up."

"..."

Meng Huan felt distressed again, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Bozhou looked at him, his eyebrows drooping lazily, and he didn't answer, "Kiss."

Meng Huan leaned closer, kissed his red chin, put his hands on his shoulders, slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue, and kissed his dry skin.

Lin Bozhou's hands strangled his narrow white waistline.

The boy has lost a lot of weight, but the flesh on his buttocks has not lost, it is still like a round peach, slightly raised.

The moment the skin approached, it burned slightly, as if it had been ignited.

Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze.

— Meng Huan's scarlet tongue was licking him gently.

Make the sound of something wet.