MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 99

The light from outside the curtain does not come through.

Lying in the quilt behind the shadow, only the cool light shines on the bridge of the nose, eyebrows and eyes, and I can smell the smell of the skin that just wiped my face.

The temperature of the lips rubbing together rose, accompanied by some water.

Finally, it was not a cold and deserted temple, but a warm room. Although the surrounding crowd was mixed, it gave a strange sense of security, as if being wrapped in it.

Don't worry about the wind and snow, just enjoy a moment of intimacy.

"Husband..." Meng Huan spoke softly, putting his hand on his shoulder.

He felt that Lin Bozhou's kiss was a bit greedy, and said seriously, "Don't go too far, I'm afraid."

He was afraid that their movements would be seen.

Lin Bozhou covered his hand: "Okay, let's be lighter."

His voice is low and hoarse, as gentle as water.

Put your hands in the quilt.

In the darkness, perhaps due to psychological effects, the voice outside the curtain became clearer and infinitely amplified.

It's like being in a black boat, dreaming of a starry summer night, swaying on the water.

…

…

Maybe it was because he was too tired during this time, Meng Huan slept soundly.

In the early morning, he was awakened by the sound of voices and footsteps. It was dawn, and some refugees had to hurry, so they got up early to pack, wash, and pack their bags.

For the first time, Meng Huan was greedy for the bed and found it extremely difficult to get up.

But thinking about today's business, Meng Huan turned around and got up.

— Lin Bozhou should get the medicine.

They came to the city to treat Lin Bozhou's eyes. They came too late yesterday and didn't go to get the medicine for the time being. They have to go today.

His man's eyes can't be delayed any longer, any delay will cause big problems.

Meng Huan hurriedly got dressed, but was stumped by another question: "Are you going to get the medicine with me or should I go? It's dangerous for you to go out, but if the doctor doesn't make a diagnosis, how will you get the medicine? Oh, I have a headache."

Lin Bozhou paused, and said: "I remember the medicine list of the imperial doctor Zhou, and you can take the medicine according to the list."

Meng Huan's nervous mood relaxed.

"That's good." Meng Huan opened the curtain and went out, "I'll borrow a pair of pens and paper."

Borrowing a pen and paper, Meng Huan brought two bowls of soy milk and some steamed buns.

If there is more space here, Lin Bozhou can move around freely and help with some things. But there are people everywhere around him, he is eye-catching, and he will be noticed at any time as "a blind man", and he will be confessed when officers and soldiers question him.

so.

Meng Huan thought for a while: "Why don't you stay in the curtain, pretend to be sick and sleep, and not come out?"

In this way, no one will see it, nor will it be suspected.

— but it's a bit embarrassing.

——In such a cramped and narrow place, Lin Bozhou has to hide here day after day.

It seems that you can't see the light, and you don't deserve to live like a normal person.

Meng Huan felt uncomfortable like being pricked by a needle, and couldn't help but curled his lower lip.

Lin Bozhou shook his head: "It's okay."

Meng Huan knelt down and took his hand: "Then are you afraid of being alone?"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Not afraid."

Meng Huan kissed his forehead: "If someone comes to ask, you just say that you are not feeling well, you can't move while lying down, and I will come back after taking the medicine."

Lin Bozhou: "Okay."

Meng Huan tucked his palm, it was warm to the touch.

"gone."

Meng Huan left the inn.

He has learned to be smart now, and a knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that the prescription Lin Bozhou gave is for the eyes. If officers and soldiers come to the pharmacy to ask, it will be exposed again, so Meng Huan went to three pharmacies separately, and each took some medicine. pack together.

After grabbing the medicine, Meng Huan hurried to the inn.

It was snowing heavily, Meng Huan stood in front of the counter panting, and asked the boss, "Do you have a pot for boiling medicine?"

Boss: "What's wrong."

"My brother is not in good health. He caught wind and cold on the way, and now he can't get up from lying down. I bought some medicine and wanted to boil it for him."

The boss went to the kitchen and found the medicine jar, but he still said, "You have to pay for the firewood."

"...Okay." The corners of Meng Huan's lips tensed.

The medicine was put in.

Meng Huan went back to where they lived.

There was a couple quarreling next to each other, the quarrel was very fierce, the downstairs was boiling, and when I entered, my ears were buzzing. When Meng Huan lifted the curtain, Lin Bozhou was lying on his side in the darkness.

Meng Huan called softly, "Brother, I'm back."

Lin Bozhou sat up straight.

"Did anyone come here just now?" Meng Huan sat down and asked.

"A woman came to ask if she wanted to do laundry, but I said no." Lin Bozhou said, "That's all."

Meng Huan took off his shoes and sat back on the hot kang: "That's good, I'll rest for a while."

Lin Bozhou's slender fingers reached the back of his ear and neck in a gentle manner, rubbed gently, and pulled Meng Huan into his arms.

He didn't go out, his body temperature was higher than Meng Huan's, and the heat slowly passed over.

Meng Huan let him hold her, and couldn't help turning around, putting her arms around Lin Bozhou's neck.

"Husband..." coquettishly.

When the snow was falling before, Meng Huan wanted to snuggle up with Lin Bozhou to enjoy the snow scenery, but Lin Bozhou was too busy with the war to take care of him, and now he finally had time to watch the snow, but he was on the way to escape.

Lin Bozhou kissed his ear: "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sleepy." When Meng Huan spoke, his tone was also lazy, half-yawning.

"Didn't sleep well last night?"

Meng Huan was not as energetic as he was.

Meng Huan shook his head: "It's too noisy, I didn't fall asleep until late."

Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle: "Then sleep for a while, there's nothing else to do now."

"Yeah," Meng Huan let him hold him in his arms, inexplicably isolated from the surrounding sounds, and reminded him before falling asleep, "Remember the medicine."

Let Lin Bozhou hold her and lie back in the bedding.

Meng Huan felt sleepy, but cherished the short-term stability of himself and Lin Bozhou, looking around with dark eyes.

"Husband..."

Listening to his twists and turns, Lin Bozhou knew that Meng Huan wanted to act like a baby.

"Huh?" The voice was patient.

Meng Huan's mind was aimless: "The guards of the palace found us, shall we go back to Guzhou?"

Lin Bozhou paused: "Go back to Beijing first, report back to His Majesty, and then go back to Guzhou."

This is Lin Bozhou's idea. Emperor Xuanhe's original intention was to call him back to Beijing, so he will return to Beijing safely and report to Emperor Xuanhe. As for the next situation, he will be regent for six years. Now that the emperor's heart has awakened, he will retreat bravely It's not impossible.

There was silence in the curtain for a while.

Meng Huan's voice was sleepy: "He treats you badly."

Lin Bozhou: "What?"

In fact, Meng Huan rarely asked about his affairs, nor did he like to ask about government affairs. It could be seen that he was really not interested in fighting for power.

But the voice from behind the curtain did not return to him.

After Meng Huan said this, he felt drowsy, his mind was dazed, he rubbed against his arms, and just fell asleep like that.

The heat was dense, Lin Bozhou put his arms around Meng Huan, and could feel his warm breath on his neck.

Fluffy, like a kitten.

Carnivores are cruel, while herbivores are gentle. Meng Huan doesn't think much, and most of the time she speaks out of her temperament.

Meng Huan felt that Emperor Xuanhe treated him badly.

I also have good intentions, even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets. Fulfilling Confucianism and guarding officials, he died with his own body. Guard the officials with the Tao, the monarch and the ministers. Any loyal minister is ready for the possibility of being guessed, misunderstood, misunderstood, or burned by the emperor's heart. Lin Bozhou, his mentor back then was a great Confucian, and he has studied for more than 20 years. Isn't that true?

But... There are people in this world who don't care about his reputation as a loyal minister, but just don't want him to be wronged.

Lin Bozhou was stunned for a while, his eyes seemed to hurt again, as if burning like a fire, he lightly pressed his temples with his fingers.

Meng Huan, sleeping with him in the open air and snow, half-fed, half-starved, precarious.

Although he doesn't complain, isn't he suffering?

Thinking of this, Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were calm and innocuous, but his eyelashes lowered slightly. Marquis Zhenguan, Cui Lang, and Emperor Xuanhe sitting high on the Mingtai flashed through his mind.

He thought to himself and closed his teeth lightly.

The bite was so deep that there was a faint smell of blood.

During the day, the refugees were either on their way or going out to work, and the house was completely quiet.

When Meng Huan regained consciousness, he saw Lin Bozhou sitting beside the bed. He was wearing a snow-white inner robe, with a neat and clean figure, sitting, holding a bowl and drinking medicine.

Meng Huan was startled: "Did they bring the medicine?"

"The boy sent it."

After all, Meng Huan gave Chai Qian, and the boss was responsible.

Meng Huan nodded and sat down: "The medicine is ready?"

"alright."

"We can't let them pour out the dregs of the medicine, and we can still make it through the night." Meng Huan calculated carefully.

Lin Bozhou lowered his head and drank the medicine. Meng Huan couldn't sleep anymore, so he took out all the money left in his pocket, put it on the bed, and counted it carefully.

It took three hundred wen to pick up the medicine today, and one medicine was boiled for one day, and there was still three days left. He and Lin Bozhou live here, 80 Wen a night, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and 300 Wen if they are frugal.

"one two three four…"

Meng Huan's fair fingers pawed at the copper coins, the more he pawed, the colder his heart became.

There are two hundred wen left, and if we don't make money, maybe tomorrow night, we can't even afford to live in this crappy house.

"..."

Meng Huan felt a sense of urgency burning his eyelashes.

It seems that the school is about to start, and the homework is not finished.

I'm graduating soon, and I haven't found a job yet.

Meng Huan was not particularly surprised to be in this situation. After all, Zhu Yuanzhang still had to eat, but if he and Lin Bozhou didn't think about it, they really couldn't survive.

Meng Huan licked his lower lip and said, "Husband, you drink the medicine, I'll buy lunch."

When he went to the front hall to buy medicine, he saw the owner of the inn contemplating a plan, so Meng Huan couldn't help approaching, and asked hesitantly, "Boss?"

"What's wrong?"

The boss raised his head and looked at the handsome and slender young man in front of him, who was not considered an adult according to his age.

Meng Huan asked, "Where can I make money nearby?"

"Make money? Go build the city wall, or ask along the street if you want labor. The fellow villagers here want to make money, but money is not easy to make now. If you go to work as a coolie, you can't do it like someone else—literacy club?" He pointed out Pointing to his side, "The waiter over there is a Gongsheng."

"..."

Meng Huan tugged at the hem of his clothes, a little nervous: "Not really."

He tried to win respect: "My elder brother will, the culture is good, but the health is not good."

"Then what will you do?"

Meng Huan: "I can... draw."

The boss snorted: "This kind of elegant work? We don't need it here."

He fiddled with the abacus.

"Go to the Commander's Mansion and ask, maybe they will take in Qing customers there."