MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 68

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan still provoked Lin Bozhou: "Can't you bear it?"

"..." Lin Bozhou was so bored, he lightly licked his lower teeth with the tip of his tongue, his eyes closed without emotion.

Meng Huan's expression changed again, very aggrieved: "Husband, I really can't live without you, thinking of you hurts my heart."

This sound, I don't know who I learned the habit of being coquettish and charming. If it were someone else, Lin Bozhou could directly frown, but Meng Huan's sound of grievance sounded obedient and sweet, scratching a piece of his heart. Son, it's too itchy.

After a while, Lin Bozhou grabbed his finger and clasped it tightly: "My husband can take you there, but—"

His ending protracted, and it was obvious that the second half of the sentence was the focus.

Meng Huan looked at him expectantly.

Lin Bozhou didn't half joke, his eyes were dark and gloomy: "If you can't stand the life of marching, stop immediately and tell Wei Fu. Wei Fu will send you back to Beijing."

Meng Huan turned his head halfway, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Lin Bozhou's tone was slow, and he paused every word: "I don't want to see you suffer any harm, do you understand?"

This **** game, Meng Huan wants to stop immediately if he doesn't want to play.

"Yeah." Meng Huan nodded hastily, "I'll tell you if I can't stand it, and I won't wrong myself."

Lin Bozhou gently wrapped his fingertips around his hair, turned his gaze to the other end, and after a while, he said, "Call Chen An over here."

In the lobby.

Chen An thought it was a joke when he heard Meng Huan's proposal at first, but when he looked at Lin Bozhou's face, it was obvious that it was actually true.

When did Lin Bozhou, his lord, play such a trifling matter? !

Chen An held his breath, still unable to speak.

But after a while, I had to think of an idea: "The prince will definitely bring some people from the palace with him when he goes to Liaodong. It is better for the princess to pretend to be an aide and stay with the people in the palace. It is safer and they can take care of each other."

In ancient times, there were no photos or cameras. The servants didn't even dare to look up at the master. The identity was distinguished by the clothes. Meng Huan changed his outfits, and not many people in the palace might recognize him.

Lin Bozhou's face was green, and after a long while, he finally let go.

"Okay, Chen An, then you will say that he is your distant nephew who just came here to join us, so don't let too many people know about it."

Chen An stood respectfully, nodding in agreement.

Although Meng Huan's expression was calm, his heart was full of joy, and he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips.

Immediately, he was pinched by Lin Bozhou's fingertips, and his tone was very rude: "Happy?"

Meng Huanxiao was also embarrassed to laugh and held back.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, and for a moment, he seemed to have completely compromised: "Go and pack your things."

"So fast?" Meng Huan was puzzled.

"Don't rush away," Lin Bozhou said, "Go to a place to avoid the limelight."

The concubine disappeared in the mansion for several months without reason, and rumors will definitely spread, so it is better to send Meng Huan to Mingbo Temple outside the city first, saying to the outside world that she is retreating to practice Buddhism and praying for the blessings of Dazong.

Meng Huan seemed to understand, but started to pack his clothes that night, took a group of maids and attendants, and drove out of the city in the carriage the next morning.

Mingbo Temple is next to the Beijing army garrison, so it is very safe. The attendants were stopped at the foot of the mountain by Chen An, some of them stayed and waited for the monks in the temple to dispatch, and some were sent back to the palace in advance, declaring that the princess was resting and did not see any visitors.

In the evening, the sun sets.

A simple carriage came staggeringly from the mountain path. The old man who drove the carriage was too simple and inconspicuous, and would not attract any attention among the crowd.

In the carriage, sat Meng Huan dressed in coarse cloth. All the gold and jade on his head were removed and replaced with a wooden hairpin. With his black hair tied up, he looked like a handsome young man from a small family.

The carriage staggered and stopped at the back door of the palace, which was rarely visited by people. Chen An saw him and smiled: "Nephew."

Meng Huan jumped out of the carriage with his bundle in his hand: "Uncle."

"Come in, nephew, I'll find you a place to live first."

Chen An led him in. The courtyards of the staff are far from the prosperity of the front yard of the palace. Most of the servants are poor women, relatives of the staff, not the core young men and maids who serve the princes and concubines. These people are not allowed They walked into the front yard, so they didn't recognize Meng Huan either.

Meng Huan was placed in a side room in Chen An's courtyard. Chen An was considered to be doing well in the palace, having his own courtyard, as well as rough envoy maids and male servants. They didn't recognize Meng Huan either, so they blessed themselves: "Master Biao."

It seems that Chen An has already arranged everything properly.

Meng Huan nodded: "Yeah, hello."

Chen Jianjun pretended to say: "I specially called you here from Guzhou this time. It was a letter from your mother, saying that you are not young enough to pass the exam. I thought it would be better to let you come to the capital to see the world and find someone to help you." If you have a chance to make a career, you will live up to a man. Since you have come to the palace, you should be smart in everything, so I will find an opportunity to lead you to the prince."

He lowered his voice, like a loving uncle: "My lord is going to fight in a few days, if you can make a few military exploits with the past, your family will be honored."

Meng Huan nodded quickly: "Yeah, nephew must behave well in front of the prince."

Chen Anci's eyebrows were friendly: "It's hard work on the road, let's go to rest first."

At this point, the play was almost over, Meng Huan went back to the anteroom, closed the door and put down his burden.

Chen An is the chief history of the royal residence, so he can be regarded as a person of status, but the place where he lives is simple and poor. There are old and clean tables and chairs in the room, and the bedding has been replaced with new ones, which is far inferior to Lin Bozhou's bedroom. Luxurious and soft, but very humane.

In the evening, Chen An's wife came to ask Meng Huan to have dinner. Knowing Meng Huan's identity, she smiled calmly and said, "Nephew, eat more."

Meng Huan picked up the bowl. The meal consisted of a pot of stewed chicken with mushrooms and two dishes of stir-fried vegetables.

Meng Huan ate obediently. After eating, he lay down in the chair and looked at the lush ancient locust trees.

This was the first day he left Lin Bozhou. Although he was only separated by a few red walls from the bedroom of the former mansion, and it took more than ten minutes to go back and forth, he felt that he was so far away from Lin Bozhou's life all of a sudden.

After thinking about it carefully, it is still a bit boring.

It was almost evening, and there were few people going out at this time, so the possibility of him being recognized was also small. Meng Huan set off and walked towards the Qianfu.

The distance was close or not, and he went around for a quarter of an hour. Finally, he was in a very far place, and saw a group of eunuchs and aides, surrounded by Lin Bozhou, hurrying past the white marble corridor.

Seen from this distance, Lin Bozhou, who has just come down to court, has a crimson python robe like fire, wearing a leather bezel engraved with gold and jade, neat hair, and a posture and demeanor that are the textbook version of etiquette. He is elegant and upright, and walks steadily towards the direction of the bedroom .

According to the rules, when the regent walked by, all the servants of the palace had to stand in place and bow their heads to avoid it.

After a distance, Meng Huan was also standing, and he could faintly hear someone talking.

"My lord calm down."

"The Beijing army is exhausted, and it is far from being able to practice well overnight."

"The Three Thousand Battalion, the Fifth Army Battalion, and the Shenji Battalion are all in disarray. There are too many nobles and nobles pretending to be short of pay! The roster of the Beijing Army is 300,000, and there are only 200,000 remaining soldiers. If most of them are mobilized at this time In Liaodong, it is definitely not a good policy for the capital to place more emphasis on the outside than on the inside! You need to think carefully about this matter!"

Lin Bozhou's followers were discussing nervously, and the atmosphere was heated. Meng Huan couldn't understand what he heard, but he was infected by the atmosphere and felt that the situation was not good.

Lin Bozhou listened with lowered eyelids, no emotion on his face, but he was clearly thinking. He glanced aside inadvertently, and saw a young figure standing under a treetop a hundred paces away.

The boy's figure is slender, and he can't see clearly in the evening.

Lin Bozhou paused.

The staff stopped in their tracks: "My lord?"

"..." Meng Huan turned around quickly.

The ability of this group of staff to observe words and feelings is very terrifying. After all, they make a living by pleasing Lin Bozhou. Even if Lin Bozhou eats with chopsticks, they all know what Lin Bozhou doesn't like to eat. Now, Lin Bozhou looked at the young gentleman under the treetop, and the staff turned their eyes one after another.

The waist is thin and slender, and the face cannot be seen clearly, so it should look good.

The concubine just left, did the lord take a fancy to it?

However, Lin Bozhou only paused briefly, as if nothing had happened, and looked away as if he just saw a stranger.

He strode forward.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding.

The staff chatted back to business and left in a hurry.

Meng Huan turned around as his voice got farther and farther away, only to see the upright figure in the crimson python robe, turned around the corner of the palace, and disappeared.

"..."

Meng Huan pulled his lower lip and lowered his eyebrows.

There was an inevitable soreness in my heart.

Although I know all of this is acting.

He stood for a while, looked up at the sun, turned around and went back to Chen An's yard.

When the lamp oil was just lit, Chen An came back from the outside sweating, his wife handed him a cup of herbal tea, and he walked up to Meng Huan.

"Nephew."

Meng Huan sat up straight: "Cousin?"

Chen An took out a greased paper bag from his bosom, which contained a few pieces of snacks, and said silently, "My lord rewarded it."

They were discussing the state affairs, but Lin Bozhou suddenly rewarded him with a plate of desserts. It was the princess's favorite sweet cake, and the meaning was very obvious.

Meng Huan was quite embarrassed, and took it with a blushing face: "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter." Chen An is a forty-year-old middle-aged handsome man who is elegant and indifferent. He sat down and said, "The prince went to the three major battalions in Gyeonggi today to inspect the Beijing army. The scene was not ideal and he was in a bad mood."

Meng Huan stopped what he was eating and turned to look at him.

"The battle in Liaodong is intensifying. The prince is now recruiting troops. There are seventy-two soldiers in the Jingwei, but now the soldiers are scattered, and only half of them can actually be assembled. They don't practice **** weekdays, have no sense of crisis, and have lax discipline. They are really defeated."

Meng Huan carefully understood what he meant: "Why call for troops? Has Mao Chengchang lost his hold?"

"Here's an urgent letter, and he's retreating steadily. You can't really wait until he is defeated by the Beijing army before going to support him?" Chen An said with concern, "My nephew has been preparing for the past few days, and maybe he will give an order soon, and we will follow up immediately." Follow the army."

Meng Huan couldn't eat the candied cake anymore, so she put it back into the oiled paper bag and nodded, "Okay."

He watched Chen An go back to the front yard and talk to his wife Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang put away the quilts and cotton clothes that had been drying for a day from the bamboo poles, folded them up, packed them into the package, and put some of Chen An's favorite strong tea. The two husband and wife stood together and talked.

Mrs. Zhang warned: "Arrows don't have eyes on the battlefield, so you have to be careful. It's spring, and you'll be home safe and sound."

Chen An responded with a smile: "Okay."

"I don't want you to make great military achievements, I just hope you come back sooner."

"good."

"..."

"..."

The couple said some warm words.

Meng Huan felt that standing was a bit of an eyesore, so he went back to the wing by himself, leaving room for the husband and wife to talk.

He's getting ready for bed.

It's only the first day of separation from Lin Bozhou. According to Lin Bozhou's determination, he will definitely not come to him. If he can't sleep because of his thoughts, it will be somewhat embarrassing. Meng Huan tried to close his eyes, and when he was about to fall asleep, he vaguely heard the sound of walking outside the door.

Then came the shrill voice of an eunuch.

"Chen Changshi?"

There was the sound of Chen An pushing the door open: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the prison of the palace, the prince summoned me, there is something important."

Chen An hurried out, and when he reached the door, the **** seemed to say something in a low voice.

Chen An hurried back, went to Meng Huan's door, and knocked lightly on the door: "Nephew?"

Meng Huan opened the door, the moonlight shone on his face: "What?"

Chen An looked a little dignified: "If you're not in a hurry to sleep, why don't you come over?"