MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 67

Meng Huan's tone was a little tentative, but it was very light, just like talking about it.

——Lest Lin Bozhou seriously reject him.

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan slightly pursed his lips, and opened his eyes wide. He looked like a cat that let its belly be pawed. It was very well-behaved and seemed obedient. Land, please take me with you."

Lin Yuyu and Bo Zhou raised his brows slightly, his lips curled up and he let out an ah.

He had a half-smile, but he didn't expect Meng Huan's reason to be here.

"Mao Chengchang may not be able to defend, and this king may not be able to go to war." Lin Bozhou understated, "Huanhuan thinks too much."

Meng Huan moved forward with difficulty, "But you said just now that there is a high possibility that he won't be able to hold on."

Lin Bozhou: "I guessed it for my husband, maybe I guessed it wrong."

"How can you guess wrong!" Meng Huan knew that he was trying to fool himself, and his lips twitched, "Do you not want to take me there?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle, and he played with the hair next to his ear: "Eastern Liaodong is not as prosperous as the capital city, but a remote place on the border. Besides, when going out with the army, you must abide by military law and discipline, and the food in the army is not good. After a long period of marching, going out, and building military defenses, I am exhausted. , If it hits winter, the weather is still unbearably cold and the conditions are bad, the environment will be even worse. Our Huanhuan is not healthy, and my husband does not want to see Huanhuan suffer from this."

Meng Huan grabbed his hand that was stroking her ear and neck: "If you can suffer, I can too. If you go, I will go too."

When Meng Huan said this, although his voice was still very soft, it became very firm.

Lin Bozhou looked at him and took a deep breath.

"I'm not joking," he said slowly, "There are not many people in this world who are willing to serve as soldiers. Look at the military households on the Nine Sides running around and scattered, and the guards are seriously short of soldiers. The imperial court regarded the exile of sticks as punishment, The military status is even more humble. After a trip to the border guards, people lose a few pounds of bones and flesh, like a layer of skin, and walk through the gate of hell. No smart person would be willing to go."

Uncharacteristically, Meng Huan, who usually listened more to Lin Bozhou, gritted his teeth, his eyes were dark: "I'm not smart, I'm going."

He is so persistent.

How could Lin Bozhou not guess the reason?

After finally communicating with each other, the husband and wife have been harmonious for a few days, and it is the moment when Lin Bozhou is about to fight. How can Meng Huan rest assured.

But the danger of going out with the army is far beyond anyone's imagination.

Lin Bozhou straightened Meng Huan's shoulders with both hands, his dark brown eyes looked down at his eyes, and his voice was seductive and serious: "Huanhuan can't go, I'll wait for my husband to come back at the mansion."

Meng Huan didn't want to hide anymore: "No, I'm going."

Lin Bozhou's tone became heavier: "Huanhuan."

It seems a little harsh.

When he was fierce, Meng Huan's eyes widened slightly, as if frightened by him, he turned his head and frowned to look out the window. After holding back for a long time, he said slowly, "But I just can't live without you."

Then, as if slack in effort, he muttered: "I want to stay with my husband, even if we are separated for a day. I don't know how I will live in the palace without my husband." Not just worrying about Lin Bozhou's safety, " I don't want to get along with other people, I don't want to eat well, drink well and have fun, I feel at ease when I'm by your side, and I'm happy when I'm with you."

"You are busy with your work then, don't worry about me, and I will never bother you." Meng Huan lowered his head, revealing a clean and clear white neck, as if talking to himself, "I just want to be closer to you, I just want to be with you."

Word by word, seems to be a common tone.

Lin Bozhou's heart seemed to be cut open inch by inch, and something hot overflowed. He grabbed Meng Huan's wrist and said softly, "The war is urgent. When the time comes, I won't be able to take care of my children, and I won't be able to take care of Huanhuan."

Meng Huan shook his head: "It's okay, I can play alone in a place very close to you."

Lin Bozhou's voice was a little helpless: "Huanhuan."

If it had been a few months earlier, Meng Huan would never have imagined that he would be so clingy, and that his partner would be the murderous Lin Bozhou. Meng Huan didn't know why he had to stick to him, but when he thought of not having Lin Bozhou in the next few months, he felt unhappy, but when he thought of being with him, even the sandstorm in the desert would be interesting.

Meng Huan's face was full of sincerity: "Take me there. I won't run around, and I won't cause you trouble. I don't need any extravagance. Just add a pair of chopsticks and I can support myself. I can take care of myself."

Lin Bozhou hugged him into his arms, tightened his arms, and strangled his thin body in his arms.

With a heavy heart, he sniffed the breath in Meng Huan's ears and neck, his voice was low and hoarse.

"It will suffer."

"I'm not afraid." Meng Huan answered these three words very firmly.

He has nothing to be afraid of. He was an orphan since he was a child, and he grew up to be eighteen years old alone. Although he doesn't look very useful, he is still quite tough psychologically... Meng Huan thought to himself.

Lin Bozhou pinched his earballs, his throat rolled gently, and he didn't speak for a long time.

His chin was resting on Meng Huan's shoulder, which seemed a little heavy, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his eyelids were also closed, and there were serious thoughts hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes.

Meng Huan thought.

He seemed to loosen up a bit.

"..."

Meng Huan licked his lips, tentatively chasing after the victory: "I can still help my husband."

Lin Bozhou curled his lower lip and smiled angrily: "What's the matter?"

"When my husband is out to fight, I will make the quilt for him, wash his clothes, and boil some hot water... Uh," Meng Huan said in a low voice, "If my husband is tired, I can press my shoulders, rub my waist, and accompany me. My husband is sleeping. Moreover, I am beside my husband, and if my husband misses me, he can see me immediately."

Meng Huan turned to look at him: "Isn't this very good?"

Please, it's not hard to be a soldier like this!

Who doesn't want to be a soldier, who doesn't want to?

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes: "So good?"

Meng Huan nodded like pecking rice: "It's really good."

"But isn't this just like 'soldiers were half dead before the army, and the beauties still danced and danced under the tent'?" Lin Bozhou gently squeezed his cheeks, and said patiently, "Mao Chengchang brought his concubine with him during the battle, and drank and had fun with the beautiful concubine in the army tent all day long. I don't think about military affairs, so that the army's morale is slack, and the soldiers surrendered before meeting the enemy. My husband is going this time to rectify military discipline and clear up the morale, but if the husband brings a beautiful wife and family, how can he convince the public? "

Meng Huan's voice stopped, and he was startled: "Huh?"

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curved slightly: "Didn't being a husband become another Mao Chengchang in the eyes of the soldiers? He enjoys himself in the army, never shares the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, and sleeps with his good-looking wife when he has nothing to do."

What he said was a serious problem.

Life in the army is too hard, and it is very easy to breed various psychological imbalances. Therefore, a good general must set an example for his subordinates. The soldier realizes that the general really cares about his own life, so he will really work for him.

What would the soldiers think if Lin Bozhou took his wife with him, and would have **** with his wife in the tent when he had nothing to do?

I'm not stupid. When I come out to fight a war, my father is working **** the battlefield, and you are playing with your wife behind the scenes. Why?

If you get angry, you can say "Does the prince have a kindness?", and immediately rise up.

Meng Huan groaned, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

He sat back and propped his chin in thought.

really.

If Lin Bozhou blatantly took the princess to fight, it would be too unfair to ordinary soldiers who had escaped the bitterness of their family life.

Think for a while.

Meng Huan turned to him slowly: "Then no one will know that you have a wife?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while.

He didn't expect Meng Huan to come up with such a solution.

Meng Huan: "Just treat me as your subordinate, and the others have never seen me, so they can't recognize me as your wife. Besides, I just want to stay by your side to confirm your safety. It's not true. I want to improve your life. Maybe you want me to serve you, but I'm not happy."

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?

He licked his dry lips lightly, without saying a word.

Meng Huan's voice was still coquettish: "Husband, you can hide your identity for me, it's fine if you don't know each other. I'm useful, I can draw, I can also be a soldier."

Meng Huan can draw.

His image memory ability is very strong, as long as he goes through his brain carefully, he can roughly draw it.

The atmosphere in the carriage was stalemate and had not relaxed for a long time.

After a long while, the carriage turned into the spacious avenue of the palace, and Lin Bozhou turned his dark eyes to him, "I will make you a false identity for my husband, as if you don't know each other?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Yeah, yeah!"

Lin Bozhou rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his slender wrists, and looked down at him leisurely: "Then Huanhuan also knows, what is your husband's attitude towards people you don't know?"

"..."

Meng Huan blinked.

Of course I know.

Lin Bozhou is a real son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix, the eldest son of the abolished prince! If the prince hadn't been abolished back then, he would be the emperor now! His blood is the emperor's blood! In Dazong's bloodline dynasty, Lin Bozhou's arrogance has been fully reflected here.

If Meng Huan is not his wife, but just a stranger, then in Lin Bozhou's eyes, he is a **** who does not need to be seen at all.

The two played strangers so realistically that Lin Bozhou would not even look at him after a trip for a few months. He was very arrogant, distant, distant, and clearly distinguished.

She doesn't know how to talk to Meng Huan, doesn't know how to look at Meng Huan, doesn't know how to care about him, doesn't have any intimate behavior towards him, completely unfamiliar, completely indifferent, and the sense of distance seems like a natural barrier.

Lin Bozhou's eyes were heavy: "The military situation is tense. When the time comes, my husband will not care about Huanhuan and will be very indifferent to Huanhuan. Can Huanhuan bear it?"

Eyes are everywhere in the military.

Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan have the slightest intimacy, not to mention going to bed secretly, just a look in the eyes, everything may be revealed and known by everyone.

Meng Huan paused: "Huh?"

Lin Bozhou scoffed: "Ah what?"

"..."

It's fierce.

Meng Huan frowned.

If you really want to go to war with Lin Bozhou, wouldn't you have to conceal your relationship, which would be equivalent to breaking up?

Lin Bozhou had to treat him as an outsider, which must be very indifferent. Lin Bozhou is a very guarded person, alienated from anyone, hypocritical, and duplicity. He is originally a person who is extremely indifferent at heart, and if he pretends not to know him, he will be more considerate, and he will definitely be even more indifferent. see it.

"..."

Just thinking about it, Meng Huan felt cruel.

Maybe even look at him QAQ.

Definitely super cold and arrogant.

However, thinking of being with him, Meng Huan felt at ease again.

He bit his lip and made up his mind: "It's okay."

Meng Huan met Lin Bozhou's eyes: "It doesn't matter if you treat me as a stranger then."

There are no kisses, no hugs, no eyesight, no love bubbles, only Lin Bozhou, who is far away from him and can't recognize him. He is extremely indifferent, just like an ex-boyfriend who broke up and lost his memory.

Meng Huan muttered: "Isn't it just a few months? I can bear it."