Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The boy turned his head to look at him, his eyes were clear, and his eyes were full of inexplicable emotions.

He seemed to be indifferent to Lin Bozhou's every move all the time.

"I'm not lonely." Lin Bozhou paused for a while, then said, "Perhaps this journey of escape is suitable for my husband to think about some things."

From the blood boiling when leading the three armies to meet the enemy, to suddenly waking up and embarking on the journey of wind and snow.This didn't seem to be what he should have suffered, but due to the cycle of cause and effect, he fell into this situation.

Lin Bozhou's rationality always preceded his sensibility, and he ran away in embarrassment all the way before he slowly felt the dull pain.

He bowed his head and was held by Meng Huan.

"Tell me if you're not happy." Meng Huan said.

Lin Bozhou nodded gently: "Okay."

Meng Huan still looked worried: "You must be bored every day now, can you think of a way to divert your mind and at least have a pastime?"

Lin Bozhou was silent and smiled.

In fact, there is no need to have entertainment, his heart can calm down.

But in the ear, Meng Huan was still thinking seriously childishly: "If you are blind and can't see, then you can't read, and you will lose more than half of the fun. You can only use your ears for entertainment..."

Meng Huan thought about it, and his voice gradually became higher and higher: "Can my husband play the piano?"

Lin Bozhou: "I understand."

But Meng Huan's voice quickly dropped again: "The violin is a bit expensive, why not—" He suddenly thought of something, "Buy an erhu?"

After finishing speaking, I didn't know what I thought of, so I laughed out loud.

Lin Bozhou: "Huh?"

"..."

Meng Huan pursed his lips, and clung to his arms knowingly: "Okay, I get it." He made a calculation by himself, but he couldn't figure it out, so he rested his head on Lin Bozhou's neck: "I'll go out for a stroll tomorrow. , see if there is anything to relieve your boredom."

With a gentle voice, Lin Bozhou hugged him.

"Huanhuan is so kind to me."

Meng Huan likes him and that's what he likes. He has been married for almost a year, and he has never said harsh words to him. As long as he is alone with him, he will always be coaxed like a child, but Meng Huan can feel that he really I love to tease myself.

Every sentence, I don't know whether it is teasing or serious.

Meng Huan blushed and put vegetables in his bowl: "Eat quickly!"

Lin Bozhou held the corner of his lips and smiled generously.

This man, when he took off his royal clothes, was like the skin of a beast.

Even now, the eyebrows and eyes are still a bit sick, but if you put your mind to it, the handsome and evil spirit between the dark eyebrows and eyes will overflow, and the whole person will be very seductive.

The radish was rotten, soaking the color of the broth, and putting it on the slender lips, staining the lips with a ring of water stains.

Meng Huan watched for a while, his throat felt dry.

QAQ.

I am really similar to the kind of man who wants to go to the kang when he sees his wife after going out to work.

Still too young to restrain the desire.After eating a meal, the hot water on the stove was ready when it was finished.

"Wash your feet and go to bed, and go to draw tomorrow."

Meng Huan was too tired after running all day, so he took off his shoes, brought a hot water basin and thought to himself, "I can't let me paint for a day, come back early in the afternoon, and I will accompany you to find something for entertainment." time."

While Meng Huan was talking, he saw Lin Bozhou walking beside him, squatting down halfway, and the hem of his snow-white clothes was happily piled up on the ground.

Meng Huan said "Huh?" His slender ankle was gently held by his big hand and pressed into the hot water.

"What's wrong?" Meng Huan asked.

Lin Bozhou said softly, "Wash Huanhuan's feet for my husband."

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment: "I can wash myself—"

But Lin Bozhou didn't let go, and said with a smile in his voice, "Since Huanhuan is outside and husband is inside, shouldn't it be serving Huanhuan?"

"..."

However, Lin Bozhou made his feet itchy.

His toes are white and clean, and the place where the blisters had previously been scabbed is crimson. Lin Bozhou's fingers are clearly knuckles, which are obviously a circle bigger than his. He gently holds his feet and massages them slowly in the hot water. Rubbing over the pinky toes.

After letting his finger bones gently press the acupuncture points, his feet were no longer stiff and cold, and the blood all over his body seemed to be energized, exuding steaming heat.

Meng Huan held his breath: "You are the prince."

For Meng Huan, it was easy to ignore the hierarchical order and break through the barriers of status, but for Lin Bozhou, it was much more difficult to bend his spine.

"There are no princes here," Lin Bozhou said warmly, "Only Huanhuan's husband."

His boots were wet and cold, Lin Bozhou wiped his feet dry with a handkerchief, turned sideways and hugged Meng Huan.He got used to the position in the room, walked forward to the kang, put Meng Huan on it and covered him with a quilt.

Then I found the kettle and poured out new hot water, and cleaned myself.

Another day of fleeing is over.

The oil lamp went out.

Meng Huan lay under the quilt, and the figure in front of him slowly fell down and covered him.

"Going to the kang in the dark?" Lin Bozhou pressed his ear, and as he spoke, the heat blew past his ears.

In the pitch darkness, Meng Huan's eyes rolled around and his ears slowly turned red.

He grabbed the quilt, he couldn't tell whether he was looking forward to it or shy, it seemed that he heard a chuckle in his ear, and his warm lips fell down.

The next day, Meng Huan woke up early.

He boiled a pot of hot water in advance, and went to his mother-in-law to get a bowl of noodles and put them on the table to ensure that Lin Bozhou had water when he was thirsty and food when he was hungry, so he put on his clothes and a bamboo hat to block the snow, and was ready to go out.

Lin Bozhou saw him off at the gate, with a tall and tall figure in white clothes, like a handsome young wife, and said softly, "Don't be too tired."

Meng Huan nodded: "Then I'll go there first."

Steward Sun called the boy who led the way to guard at the entrance of the yard, and secretly looked in: "That's your brother?"

Meng Huan coughed and nodded, "Yeah."

"Your family is all handsome." The servant asked casually, "Your brother doesn't look like a young man, so maybe he's married because of his age? Where's his wife?"

Meng Huan had no choice but to say, "I got separated from my wife on the way."

"Is there no child? Judging by his age, the child must be ten years old."

"My brother is weak and has no children." While speaking, Meng Huan silently apologized to Lin Bozhou.

"It's so pitiful. You can paint, what will your brother do? You just go out to make money, and your brother depends on you to support you at home?" The little servant sighed.

Meng Huan shook his head: "My brother has been ill for a while, when he recovers, you will know how powerful he is."

Chatting all the way, walked to the backyard.

Because she was the female family member of the general soldier, Meng Huan couldn't go any further, but stood under the corridor, waiting for the other party's summons.

It was exactly the same as Party A's father he had expected. After waiting for about an hour, the statue of Mrs. Zongbing finished packing up and called people in.The lady sitting behind the screen was probably in her thirties, with a gentle and gentle appearance. After a few glances, Meng Huan began to draw a portrait of her.

After a while, the lady got tired and asked someone to bring some refreshments. While drinking tea, she ate snacks and chatted with the people next to her.

Meng Huan has a deep understanding of the fate of the social animals that he depends on others. His wife rests and eats, and he devotes himself to painting.It's just that at noon, Meng Huan went to eat and thought of an excuse to go back to the yard to watch Lin Bozhou.

"I'm back." Meng Huan entered the room.

Lin Bozhou sat at the table with a bowl of clear water beside him.He heard the voice look up: "Are you still going in the afternoon?"

"Let's go." Meng Huan was embarrassed, "I'll come back to see you."

Lin Bozhou seemed to be smiling, and his tone was helpless: "How many hours can't we leave?"

Humph.

Meng Huan was also worried that he would be lonely without him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou sold the sword first.Meng Huan shook his head, watched him finish his lunch, put on his bamboo hat and went back to the backyard where his wife lived.

To paint well and carefully, Meng Huan actually hasn't used a paintbrush for a while. He sat and painted until it was almost dark, his eyes hurt unbearably, and the tattoos on his clothes have not been finished yet, so he has to paint another day tomorrow. .

Mrs. Zongbing took a look, but didn't say anything, Shi Shiran left.

Meng Huan was in a nervous mood, and when he reached the housekeeper, he said, "Madam likes it very much."

It's just that Madam and Qing Ke are gender-specific, so it's hard to talk, so they can't boast.

Meng Huan still had confidence in what he drew, and he finally let go: "Madam likes it."

"Lord Chief Soldier and Madam respect each other as guests. Madam has the final say on many matters in the house. Madam said Mr. Xiao worked hard in painting. Last night, he and Madam Chief Soldier just ate soup pot, and asked Lao Sun to prepare a copy for Mr. Xiao. "

Previously, Shan Xing was a guest of the palace, and he lived a fairy life. You can imagine how generous this group of rich people are to the admiring guests.Not only money, clothes, but also food will be rewarded.

"Thank you." Meng Huan's eyes were red.

After Steward Sun left, Meng Huan stood in the vast snow field, feeling that he was standing so steady and straight.He and Lin Bozhou don't have rich clothes, fine food, luxury mansions, but like a carpenter who can earn copper coins every day, as long as he pays, he will be rewarded. He can really support Lin Bozhou and himself. Meng Huan feels special in his heart. secure.

The steps were much quicker.

Meng Huan bounced all the way back to the yard.

In the boundless snowy day, his hands and feet were so cold that he was going to be stiff. When he walked into the house, he saw Lin Bozhou standing beside him. flame.

"Sir, the soup pot is here for you."

The boy said: "There are also side dishes, boil them in hot soup and eat them out. Don't overcook them, and don't take them out when they are not cooked. If you think the taste is bland, there are also dishes made of oily chili. Come to such a pot of hot soup in winter, how beautiful it is!"

Only then did Meng Huan realize that it was a hot pot, even though it was all clear soup.

He hadn't expected there to be a hot pot here, but in a world of ice and snow, to be able to eat such a meal would probably be so hot that his bones would smoke.

"Wow," Meng Huan thanked, "Thank you."

The boys left one after another.

The door was closed again, only Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou and a pot of hot soup were left in the room.

If it had been a few days ago in the snow-covered mountain temple, Meng Huan would never have imagined that this day would happen.

Meng Huan hurriedly led Lin Bozhou: "We have a good meal tonight."

Lin Bozhou seemed unable to guess: "What?"

"Hot pot." Meng Huan sighed, "It's just clear soup, but we also have a dipping plate to enhance the taste. Sit down, sit down."

Lin Bozhou sat down obediently.

Meng Huan poured beef and mutton, tofu, green vegetables, potatoes, and shredded sauerkraut into the soup. In the tumbling white waves, the vegetables kept floating and sinking, and the white mist gushing out warmed the whole room. Cheerful.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, Meng Huan's eyes reflected the stars.

He put the chopsticks baishengsheng's tender tofu into the bowl of Lin Bo's boat, and when he pinched it with the chopsticks, the hot soup overflowed, and the aroma mixed with white mist overflowed.

"Try it quickly, the cooked tender tofu is delicious."

Lin Bozhou took a bite.

"good to eat."

Outside the window, there is gradually heavy snowfall.

Inside the house, there is a hot charcoal fire and a warm soup pot.

In front of you, sits the person you like the most and who you like the most.

In a daze, Meng Huan felt that all his fantasies about family had come true since he was a child.

A nice person, a warm house, and a good meal.

Meng Huan couldn't help laughing, but when he smiled, there was an indescribable sadness in his heart, as if he was filled with the wind, and he couldn't say he was sad.

He felt that Lin Bozhou had given him a sweet dream.