MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 74

In the early morning, the ground smelled of wet water, and there was the sound of cars and horses rattling outside the camp, and the crowd seemed to be moving things outside, showing a busy scene.

"Get up, eat, leave after eating, and take advantage of the cooler weather to walk a longer distance." Someone said.

Meng Huan got up and rubbed his eyes. After getting dressed, he left the camp to drink porridge. He was still sleepy while holding the rice bowl. Zhu Dong reminded him: "Drink more, or you won't have the strength to walk all morning, and you will be in trouble if you can't walk halfway and fall behind."

Meng Huan could only nod his head with difficulty, and spun two bowls in succession.

Putting the bowl back into the basin, and carrying the burden on his back, he walked to the gate of the camp. Meng Huan found that the army had not left the camp, and his eyes flickered slightly: "My lord, aren't they leaving?"

"Haven't I heard that soldiers and horses go before they move food and grass? Let's follow the baggage train, which moves slowly," Zhu Dong said, "The prince is leading the army, riding horses, the speed must be faster than us, and we can catch up."

"..."

Do you want to go your own way with Lin Bozhou?

Meng Huan couldn't hold it back, and looked back at the Zhongjun tent.

His reluctant expression was seen by Zhu Dong, who frowned fiercely: "Brother, who are you looking at?"

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

"You're not looking at the prince, are you?"

"..."

"He has a princess, some of your thoughts are very dangerous."

Meng Huan chose not to talk to him, picked up his painting tools, turned his head and followed the army accompanying the palace.

Although Zhu Dong talked a lot of nonsense, some of them were right.

Horses were scarce war resources in ancient times, and not everyone had them, so most people could only rely on their feet when they were on the road. Meng Huan wore a pair of cloth shoes and walked on the rugged Pituo road. After a while, the soles of the shoes seemed to be worn out, and the soles of the feet ached. After taking a step, the pain was so painful that it crawled along the soles of the feet to the heart.

He is not a miserable person. There are still people who are reluctant to wear out their cloth shoes and walk in straw sandals and hemp sandals. From time to time, they scratch a few holes and bleed.

Meng Huan's foot hurt a lot, he stood where he was, and looked around.

—The long line stretches over the entire hillside, people who are about to go to Shanhaiguan to defend their homes and the country.

Originally hurt and tired, Meng Huan couldn't say anything for a while, so he pursed his lips and walked forward enduring the pain.

Marching is a long process, except for meals in the middle, it takes a whole day to walk boringly.

On the way, someone came to Meng Huan: "Master Biao, do you want to sit in the carriage carrying luggage?"

The location there is narrow, leaving one or two gaps that can accommodate people, Meng Huan shook his head after thinking: "I can still walk."

If he compromised on the first day of the march, wouldn't he be a drag?

Meng Huan didn't want to be defeated right away.

At noon, Meng Huan stopped in a plain to bury pots for cooking. Meng Huan found a haystack and sat down, half-closed his eyes to look at everything around him, and took out his easel.

Zhu Dong came up: "What are you painting?"

Meng Huan: "Draw what you see on the road."

"That's great," Zhu Dong said, "Unlike me, I can only write poetry."

Just like taking photos and sending them to Moments during the trip, they write poems and paintings to retain the experiences and memories along the way. Meng Huan squinted his eyes and smiled. He passed through the ancient society from the modern civilized society. By now, he was finally familiar with and used to everything here.

Zhu Dong watched from the side: "You are awesome."

"so so."

When Meng Huan sketched the shape of the carriage in a few strokes in a hurry, Zhu Dong was even more surprised: "Your drawing is really good."

I can't say which is better, but it feels more three-dimensional and more realistic, as if it can be touched.

Meng Huan said, "It's called light and shadow. We people don't pay much attention to these things when we paint."

Zhu Dong: "You invented this?"

"No." Meng Huan hugged the easel, "I'm just a learner."

When Meng Huan drew the sketch of the landscape, Zhu Dongyue looked at it more and more unpleasantly: "You seem to be useful in the army."

He looked sad: "But everyone has been educated and can read. I can't do anything. It's really uncomfortable."

"..."

Meng Huan blinked and began to comfort the career batcher.

It was enjoyable to play and fight all the way. The easel on Meng Huan's shoulders was not heavy, and the most strenuous thing was walking. The roads in ancient times were not flat, they were all dirt roads, going up and down, pressing the skin of the soles of the feet, gradually hurting as if the toes had been severely smashed.

It's still hot.

He was sweating profusely as he was walking on the road, dizzy from the sun. Not far away, he saw someone kneeling on the ground due to heat stroke, and shouts came from around him: "Uncle Li, Uncle Li? Is it heat stroke!"

The crowd gathered, as if they wanted to wake him up and give him water. The military doctor who accompanied him also stepped forward to take out the medicine powder and put it in his mouth.

The sky was full of white light, Meng Huan's lips were pale, and drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. He saw that the group of people seemed to want to save this person, but they left in a hurry, only close friends were still there. Be by your side.

Zhu Dong said: "Let's see if he can wake up, if he can't wake up, he is probably going to die."

Meng Huan pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

The feeling of coming to the barracks for the past two days is constantly refreshing and reshaping.

His face was pale, his forehead was flushed by the sun, his wet black hair stuck to his forehead, his face was covered with sweaty liquid, and his lips were also shiny and moist red, slightly parted.

Meng Huan was sweating all over, and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Don't worry about it," Zhu Dong said, "let's go too."

Meng Huan stood where he was, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn't move.

He has always felt that he is a very ordinary person, unable to write words of compassion for the common people, but now seeing everyone is really bitter.

Summer heat is not bitter, foot pain is not bitter, human life is bitter.

Meng Huan walked to the relatives and friends of the heatstroke sufferer, and passed the water bottle: "Use it."

The young man was fair and clean, his fingertips were also white and slender, and he looked down at them.

Everyone knows what a pot of water means on a hot day, and they are grateful: "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter."

Meng Huan turned around, ready to continue on his way.

But there was a shock behind him, from light to heavy, like thunder in the ground, and even faintly turned into a roaring roar, the sky and the earth were about to be shaken and toppled.

Meng Huan looked blankly: "What is this?"

Zhu Dong tiptoed: "This is the sound of horseshoes, the prince's army is catching up."

The prince's army?

Hearing Lin Bozhou's name, Meng Huan turned around.

A few flying flags appeared in the dust, and the person in charge held the banner with one hand, while holding the reins of the horse with the other hand, galloping in the dust.

And behind him, like a mast that has just opened its head, more and more soldiers and horses are exposed. More and more horses, like a colony of ants that are gradually gathering, trampled the dirt road into smoke and dust, and the dust filled the sky, like A storm is coming towards the crowd.

"Stand back, be careful not to be trampled by the horse."

Zhu Dong reminded.

Meng Huan retreated to the side of the road.

The flag bearer carried the big banner with the flying dragon pattern representing the coach, and rode Juechen quickly past them, and the horse galloped away.

And behind him, thousands of soldiers and horses are pulling.

...such a magnificent scene.

Meng Huan's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, his eyes reflected the army horse, and a gasp came out of his throat: "Wow—"

His gaze moved slightly to the center of the crowd.

Lin Bozhou, the coach among the **** of several horsemen, has long since stopped wearing the king's uniform, but has changed into a red-gold military officer's flying fish uniform, with a ferocious and colorful python on his shoulder and neck, and his clothes are fluttering. He is holding the horse rope tightly in the smoke and dust. , the dark and handsome brows were extremely low.

The people with such a lofty posture, not looking at the road, are like gods who crush everyone, and ordinary people can only glance at his back as he leaves.

Looking up at him from a distance, Meng Huan suddenly felt so insignificant. When the tall and vigorous horse passed by rapidly, as if some kind of induction, Lin Bozhou turned his head and glanced in his direction, his eyes were dark.

—But, only for a short, short moment.

Under the **** of Junqi, the horses galloped away.

The figure became far away, and Meng Huan's ears were still ringing with the sound of fierce horseshoes.

He stood where he was, his upturned face was white and clean, his lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were dark and lustrous.

Zhu Dong also recovered from the shock: "So, who doesn't want to fight for the country immediately? You see, the prince is really dazzling."

Meng Huan came back to his senses and hummed, "Yes."

so dazzling.

So charming.

It even made Meng Huan feel dizzy.

and…

— or his husband.

This is the softest and sweetest thought in Meng Huan's heart.

Zhu Dong waved his hands and said excitedly: "I also want to fight, I want to ride a horse, and I want to make contributions! I want to be like the prince!"

Meng Huan smiled, looked up at the dazzling sun: "Let's go."

After the general passed by, there were strong soldiers. The soldiers had no horses to ride, but they marched quickly with weapons in their hands, stretching along the entire road for several miles.

Meng Huan walked beside this team. In the evening of early autumn, the sky was full of smog, the sky was full of thick haze, and the fields were freshly harvested crops, with golden yellow scattered among emerald green, and the smell of ripe melons and fruits was fresh. Pleasant.

Standing in front of the gate of the camp, Zhu Dong burst into tears: "Finally, finally here, dear mother."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Meng Huan directly broke the defense, knelt on the ground and crawled forward twice with difficulty, stood up and entered the camp gate, and found the tent in the palace.

Everyone is having dinner, and they looked at them with a smile: "You are young, your feet are tender, you can't walk fast, right?"

Meng Huan didn't feel embarrassed anymore, so he drank water quickly, and went to scoop up rice after drinking.

Family, rice!

Have you ever eaten rice buddy? Have you ever eaten rice buddy?

White, plump, hot rice! There are vegetables, there are vegetables! Meng Huan had never seen rice so affectionate in his entire life. Meng Huan ate three bowls with tears in his eyes.

After eating until his stomach was full, Meng Huan finally felt his body regain his strength and smelled the smell of sweat all over his body. His cotton clothes are particularly sweat-absorbent, and the smell can only be described as top.

Meng Huan was a little obsessed with cleanliness and asked, "Can we take a shower?"

"Yes, aren't we stationed along the river? Just go out and wash." Zhu Dong didn't bother, "I won't wash, I don't even want to move a finger now."

He didn't want to move, so Meng Huan took the clothes and went out by himself.

It was different from what he had imagined. He thought that there would be many soldiers bathing in the river, but it was not. Their military laws were strict, and no one would dare to enter the water if they were not allowed to enter the water. Violators would be punished by military laws.

The water in the upper reaches is for people and horses to drink.

Meng Huan carried a roll of clothes and went downstream, and met some people taking a bath, but they were all accompanying troops from various prefectures and battalions, not organized soldiers. It was getting dark, and the group of people found a hidden corner to take off their clothes, rubbing their backs and clothes.

Meng Huan also wanted to find a corner where no one would see her.

He walked for a certain distance and walked along the shoal to the other side of the river, where there were branches covering it. After making sure that the place was hidden, Meng Huan tentatively stretched his hand into the cold river water.

In the Chinese military tent on the other side.

When the food was served on the table, Lin Bozhou looked at the military book by candlelight, put down the military book, picked up the chopsticks, and replaced it with Chen An to read it in his ear.

He used to read a lot of books on governing the country, but now he needs to read books on governing the army so that he can be knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

While listening to him reading, I moved my chopsticks a few times and thought, "Where is Huanhuan? Are you used to living here?"

"The princess doesn't seem to be used to it, but she is getting used to it and has never complained." Chen An said with a smile, "The princess is very tough."

Lin Bozhou picked with his chopsticks, unconsciously licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue, his vision was uncertain.

Hearing this sentence, he didn't have any comfort, only felt that Meng Huan was suffering.

Ask again: "Have you arrived at the barracks?"

"Here we are," Chen An said, "the princess was invited to get into the carriage. He insisted on walking slowly, but he still arrived not long ago. Now Jomo has finished his dinner and is getting ready to rest."

When he said this, Lin Bozhou's eyelashes drooped slightly, and some light was dimly held back. It seems that he met Meng Huan who was walking slower halfway, but he took a quick look and saw that the three armies would not stop for one person, so he continued to gallop away.

In his mind, the scene of Meng Huan staring at him eagerly emerged. Lin Bozhou breathed heavily, but his heart was still confused: "Is the matter in the army finished? This king is going to see him."

Chen An said, "It's over."

"Bring a bottle of medicinal wine." Thinking of something, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and reminded him.

He changed into the flying fish suit, and he didn't wear the king's suit either, but just an ordinary suit, and came to the tent of the Prince Regent's mansion.

Lin Bozhou didn't enter the camp, but Chen An asked, "Where is my nephew?"

Zhu Dong raised his messy head from the bed: "Brother Chen went down to the river to take a shower and wash his clothes. He said he stinks, what's wrong?"

Chen An smiled: "Nothing."

Lin Bozhou paused, turned around, and walked outside the camp gate.

The night was getting darker, and the river reflected the last ray of the setting sun. Occasionally, you can see people bathing in the river, but these soldiers are more conscious, knowing that soldiers are not qualified to take a bath in hot weather, so they also hide and wash secretly.

Lin Bozhou's eyes turned slightly, and a slender figure who had walked a long distance came into his eyes, looking around, as if to make sure that he would not be found wherever he went.

"Does your lord want to go into the water?" the guard asked.

Lin Bozhou raised his hand: "Well, there is no need to follow."

The guards stopped.

Lin Bozhou walked forward slowly, following the figure with his eyes.

The young man probably suffered from severe foot pain, and he was limping when he walked. He stepped on and jumped across the shallows of the river, walked to the opposite bank, and then twisted and circled until he came to a rock with a tall banyan tree, and went to confirm it. Looking back, the figure disappeared.

Meng Huan loves cleanliness and has a strong sense of shame. He doesn't like others touching his body. He lost his temper the first night after falling asleep. Therefore, Lin Bozhou would secretly hide from everyone and take a bath.

Lin Bozhou walked across the shallows, walking lightly, and when he approached the rock pile, several washed clothes were hanging on the branches and fluttering in the wind.

It was very dark, and the water swayed and rippled behind the stones.

"La la la... la la la..."

There was also a young boy's immature voice, which seemed to be humming a song.

It seems that the day is quite happy.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

The corner of his lips raised a little smile inexplicably.

Take another step forward.

Meng Huan didn't expect the water in the river to be so cold after the sun went down.

His bones trembled when he tried to get into the water, and he quickly climbed up, washed his clothes, hung them on the branches to dry, and then began to reconsider whether to go into the water.

Put your hands in the water, yes, it's cold.

Just put your feet in, it's not bad, it's also cold.

But when the water reached his waist, Meng Huan let out a "fuck" and quickly jumped out of the water.

…frozen eggs, qaq.

After repeating this several times, Meng Huan stood with his white shoulders slightly tucked up in the shoal of the water, fumbling with a piece of clean cloth, and wiped his body.

After the body adapts to the low temperature, it is much easier to accept the water. Meng Huan went into the water again, sat happily in the water, and couldn't help humming softly.

Humming and humming, Meng Huan heard a burst of light footsteps right behind him. Blocked by the stone, he couldn't see clearly when he turned his head, but he could clearly feel that someone was coming.

"..."

Meng Huan suddenly felt very embarrassed, and held his breath, hoping that the other party would not find someone here, or that the other party would find out that there was someone here, but left politely.

Meng Huan didn't dare to scoop the water anymore, and sat stiffly with his ears open, when he heard the footsteps stop.

…What's the meaning?

Waited quietly for a while.

The footsteps started to move again, but much softer, like taking off shoes.

Meng Huan sat in the water in a daze, before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the sound of splashing into the water.

"!!"

Actually came down directly?

Brother, do you know that first come, first served? This is my place...

Meng Huan finally found a place to enjoy a moment of peace, but he didn't expect this person to be so rude, he took off his clothes and came down without asking whether the people inside were welcome or not.

Meng Huan was furious, although men don't need to care too much about men, but he was married anyway, it's not polite to bathe in the same pool with a strange man.

He doesn't like to argue, thinking that since you want to wash it, then I won't wash it. When he caught a glimpse of the figure behind the stone wall, Meng Huan walked to the other side: "Who is it?"

There was no answer.

Meng Huan said, "Do you wash it? Then I won't wash it."

He covered his back with a veil, turned around and left.

However, I walked too fast and couldn't stand firmly. I stepped on the bare pebbles. I was so sore after walking all day today. The soreness hit me unexpectedly, causing my knees to sway, and I jumped forward suddenly.

"Paji—"

Water splash.

The veil covering Meng Huan's buttocks floated on the water, and his body fell uncontrollably due to the buoyancy. In the next second, his wrist was grabbed by a force.

The joints holding him were distinct, firm and powerful, and the temperature was scorching. Meng Huan hurriedly shook off him and tried to stand up while leaning on the slippery stone wall, but his waist was caught by the other hand, which almost stuck to his white buttocks. With a previous hook, Tie slammed into the wet and hot chest.

The sky was dark, Meng Huan's heart was beating wildly, he couldn't see anything clearly, the shadows in front of his eyes fell down, his breath was hot, and he bit his lips.

Roughly caressing.

- At that moment, Meng Huan was terrified to the extreme.

He had long heard that there were no women in the barracks, and these men sometimes caught a man and **** them in order to vent their anger. Could it be that he is fair and handsome, and good-looking, and he is being targeted by this beast?

Meng Huan grabbed his shoulder, pinched him hard and pushed him out, who knew that he was hugged even tighter.

He heard a low laugh.

Familiar mute.

"..."

The tense strings in my mind suddenly loosened.

Meng Huan lowered his hands.

In the next second, his two white legs were braced and hugged, and his back was leaning against the wet stone wall. In the shadows, Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, and his voice was laziness.

"Run what?"