Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Meng Huan quickly explained, "Drinking more is good for your health. My husband has been in poor health lately. He can't even stand upright, and his face is still pale. How can this be okay?"

He was so pure and innocent, he tried his best to hide his desire to see his husband's sexiness.

Lin Bozhou seemed to smile again.

He responded obediently: "Okay, have another bowl."

Lin Bozhou drank the soup, he was fine after drinking, Meng Huan's face flushed.

The bowl handed over was not taken, Lin Bozhou turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan quickly took it away, shaking his head, "No."

"Huanhuan seems a little absent-minded?" Lin Bozhou raised his tail.

Meng Huan shook his head even harder: "No, no, no!"

"That's good." Lin Bozhou smiled and said nothing.

This was the first full meal the two of them had when they returned to the palace. While they were eating, the maids outside the palace brought in red gauze that was only used during the Chinese New Year, and decorated the place, making the room much brighter.

The dim palace also became brighter.

An inexplicable atmosphere lingered in my heart.

"Tonight burn incense and take a bath to wash away the dust. Tomorrow will be New Year's Eve." Lin Bozhou heard the movement, and turned his eyes to the outside of the hall.

Meng Huan likes Chinese New Year.

He likes to be lively, and likes the blessings and letters from friends during the New Year. Even if he has no relatives by his side, Meng Huan really likes this kind of peaceful and joyful atmosphere. He is also happy to see others happy.

What's more, now, with Lin Bozhou beside him, he is no longer alone before.

Before there was nothing, now there is everything.

"When I was young, I went to bed very early every New Year's Eve, wanting to welcome the new day earlier," Meng Huan said, "Then let's take a bath? Go to bed early, and get up tomorrow to post peach charms."

Lin Bozhou responded, "Okay."

The pool for bathing is spacious, bigger than the barrels in the inn room. Standing by the pool, Meng Huan said, "The water is already hot."

Lin Bozhou stood behind the screen and unbuttoned his clothes.His eyes couldn't see, but he could perceive these details, but he probably didn't know that Meng Huan hadn't taken off, so when Meng Huan turned his head, Lin Bozhou's clothes had all faded to his ankles, layer upon layer, and his tight and strong body shape exposed to air.

"..." Meng Huan's eyes fluttered, "Are you finished taking off?"

"Aren't you taking a bath?" Lin Bozhou groped for Meng Huan's sleeve, hummed, and said with a breathy smile, "Has Huanhuan still taken it off?"

Lin Bozhou was blind, and Meng Huan's psychological burden of stripping naked in front of him was much less.He also unbuttoned his clothes, and his clothes fell to the ground: "Okay, take a shower!"

"There are three steps next to the pool." Meng Huan took his hand. "The pool has not been used for a long time. It may have grown moss. Husband, please don't slip."

Lin Bozhou stepped on the steps.

On the last step of the stairs, he shook slightly. It was okay, but Meng Huan slipped his foot, screamed, and "plopped" into the pool, like a stumbling butterfly falling down.

"Help! Help! Fu... Gulu... Jun Gulu..."

"Save... Gulu... life..."

In the water, Meng Huan buried his face in and swallowed like a small fish.

In the next second, he was lifted out with arms around his waist, and water droplets flowed along his white jaw.

His nose was stuffed, his mouth was filled with water, and he had difficulty breathing.

His mind was buzzing, and he felt that he was adjusted to a posture and sat on his lap.

"Tell your husband to be careful, but Huanhuan is careless."

The lower jaw was gently pinched, covered with a wet kiss, and the voice was very soft: "Can't you breathe?"

Meng Huan: "Lin Bozhou, don't kiss me! I want to exhale!"

But Lin Bozhou was unmoved, turned his face, the tip of his tongue slipped deeper into his mouth, licked his oral mucosa, and made a little sucking sound.

The atmosphere became charming in an instant, Meng Huan just turned his head, and his lips were rubbed with his fingertips, and he kissed her involuntarily.

Meng Huan: "I'm going to suffocate to death."

With a chuckle in his ear: "How can it be so easy?"

The heartbeat was already fast, and my mind went blank. The corners of my lips were occupied by the soft tongue, and they were wet. The stimulation of kissing seemed to be stronger. Meng Huan pushed him a few times without pushing, and his breathing seemed to be smooth. Buried in his arms like giving up.

After kissing for a while, Lin Bozhou's eyelashes were also stained with water, turning into a few dark and thick strands, and when they drooped, there were some scattered eyes.

That seductive, dizzying feeling welled up.

Isn't it a bath... Why did things become like this again?

Looking at the eunuch who was guarding behind the screen, Meng Huan got up to keep a distance from him: "Sir, don't you want to take a bath?"

"Just take a bath?" Lin Bozhou said in a leisurely voice.

Meng Huan's ears turned red, "Then what else do you want to do?"

He looked behind the screen anxiously again.

Lin Bozhou's voice was wet: "Do you want to make out?"

The eunuch buried his head even lower, Meng Huan felt embarrassed, wet the handkerchief and wiped it on his body indiscriminately: "What are you talking about, I can't understand."

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he feels special because someone is guarding him.

Lin Bozhou said indifferently: "Huanhuan counts on his fingers, how many days."

"What days?"

"I haven't done it for a few days."

I didn't expect him to ask so directly.

Meng Huan's ears turned red, and he tried to count, "One, two, three, four, five..."

On the way back to Beijing from Hezhou, he lived in the wilderness or inns every day. Sometimes Zhang Hu had to sleep in their house on the floor when there was not enough room. He couldn’t do anything along the way.

Lin Bozhou seemed to ask, "Huh?"

"Seven days." Meng Huan muttered.

Lin Bozhou raised his brows, and spoke directly, "I really miss my husband, but doesn't Huanhuan think about it?"

Woo woo woo.

You can immediately understand what he really wants.

Look at the person guarding the door.

Almost screamed, get out!get out!But Meng Huan was timid and embarrassed, so he could only mutter in a low voice: "Let's forget it, let's talk about it when we go back to the bedroom."

Lin Bozhou smiled: "It's more interesting to just change places once in a while."

"..."

Meng Huan's face turned red.

At the back, the attendants guarding behind the screen noticed it, and retreated one after another, closing the door tightly.

After a creak, the room fell into silence again.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips smiled slightly, his waist and abdomen parted from the water waves and moved forward, his eyebrows and eyes touched the tip of Meng Huan's nose, and asked softly: "I'm gone, are you willing?"

His face was covered with dew, his eyebrows were dark, his lips were red, exuding an unparalleled sense of temptation.

Meng Huan pursed his lips, feeling dizzy.

He blushed and sat in Lin Bozhou's arms.

Wrapping his wet arms around his neck, he whispered, "Come on."

Behind the screen, mist curled up, covering the shadowy figure.

A thin layer of winter snow fell on the palace that had been silent for half a year, covering the tiles. When connecting the lanterns to the eaves, their fingers were a little cold, and the servants quickly climbed down on the ladders.

Putting the palace into red makeup overnight, Meng Huan curled up under the quilt in the dormitory and slept soundly, as if afraid of the cold, the tip of his nose was also retracted, letting out bursts of gentle snorts.

"Where is your husband going?"

Realizing that Lin Bozhou got up, he was still sleepy.

Lin Bozhou gently pressed his hand: "I'll be back soon."

Meng Huan seemed to be thinking about it, but he couldn't open his eyelids and fell asleep again.

Lin Bozhou pulled back the quilt and walked out of the bedroom.

"My lord."

Standing outside the sleeping hall was a middle-aged scholar who was the treasurer of the palace.

Ever since Lin Bozhou went to fight, he hasn't woken up at two o'clock in the morning for a long time, dozed off and wiped his face.

"The reason why I called you here so early is to go to the treasury to check the accounts, and I will have a look at them after I find out."

Yang Xin was a little puzzled, why he was in such a hurry.

Lin Bozhou said the second half of the sentence, "Pretend all the gold and silver treasures, pack them up and escort them to Guzhou."

"Yes." So it was.

The prince is about to enter the country, so he must send away all his belongings as soon as possible, and send them to Guzhou to enjoy peace and happiness.From another perspective, Lin Bozhou was really kicked out of the capital.

Yang Xin asked his subordinate staff to count together. Lin Bozhou sat in a chair and drank a bowl of tea. Every time he counted something, he would go to his side and read the account.

"Except for treasures, the treasury is full of gold and silver, and there are a lot of them," Yang Xin said after looking at them roughly. "It will probably take two or three days for a dozen of us to count them."

"Well, the sooner the better, all the gold and silver will be sent to Guzhou. As for some antique calligraphy and paintings, find a place to sell them for cash, and they will also be sent to Guzhou."

Yang Xin nodded: "Yes."

Lin Bozhou put down the tea bowl.

Money is very important, he can leave the capital, not get involved in the affairs of the court, withdraw from the political center, and leave the capital in embarrassment as civil and military officials have seen, and be an idle prince who doesn't care about anything——

But he can't live without money.

Money power, money power, money and power are combined most of the time.He has surrendered power, and if there is no money, there is nothing.

Lin Bozhou sat with his eyes closed and rested, surrounded by the sound of scheming. When the sky was getting brighter, he estimated that Meng Huan was about to wake up, so he stood up and said, "I'm going back."

Stepping on the falling snow, the red lights were brightly lit all the way. As soon as the sky was dawn, the palace became lively and lively, with people walking around and laughing and laughing.

Lin Bozhou was in a trance.

In the past few years since he came to Beijing, the population in his mansion has been thin. It stands to reason that at the age of 20, he should have a princess and children, but he has nothing. After his parents passed away, he was buried in Guzhou. When I came to the capital, I was alone, and every festival was called into the palace to celebrate the New Year with His Majesty and the old concubine.

Therefore, he still doesn't know what the New Year in the palace looks like.

When he walked to the bedroom, Lin Bozhou heard a commotion.

"eat rice balls."

"eat dumplings."

"You are talking nonsense, I have eaten glutinous rice balls since I was a child!"

"Oh, master, which one doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year? How could it become glutinous rice balls?"

Meng Huan woke up early, wearing a blue cardigan robe, with You Jin combing his hair neatly, wearing a jade crown, with his wrist protruding from the sleeve, looking at the things on the table.

The servants brought dumplings, wontons, glutinous rice balls, and steamed rice cakes. The glutinous rice balls were filled in a bowl, and they were fragrant.

Meng Huan shook his head: "We definitely eat glutinous rice balls during the Chinese New Year, what kind of year is it if we don't eat glutinous rice balls?"

You Jin shook his head: "I've never heard of any restaurant that doesn't eat dumplings."

"..."

Meng Huan raised his head, saw Lin Bozhou, and immediately shouted, "Husband!"

You Jin hurriedly changed his words: "Eat glutinous rice balls, eat glutinous rice balls, slaves talk nonsense."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised into a smile inexplicably.

It was lively and lively, as if it was in the palace of the prince in Guzhou before.

Meng Huan frowned, ran up to him quickly, bumped into his arms, and raised his head pitifully: "You said, it's better to eat glutinous rice balls or dumplings during the Chinese New Year."

It seems that this has to be won or lost.

Lin Bozhou is from the north, but he didn't change his face, and said gently: "Of course I eat glutinous rice balls."

"Look!" Meng Huan turned his head.

"..."

You Jin, who watched Lin Bozhou from childhood to adulthood, and also watched him eat dumplings and noodles for the New Year, opened his eyes wide and hummed: "Okay, eat glutinous rice balls."

Eating glutinous rice balls during Chinese New Year is a custom of southerners.

Letting Meng Huan lead Lin Bozhou to the dining table, his eyes fell on Meng Huan's fair face.

Meng Xueming was from Gyeonggi, and his deceased wife was from the same village, so his son Meng Huan must have lived in the capital as a child, following the customs of the capital.

Why does Meng Huan look like another person?

In fact, Lin Bozhou felt these things a long time ago, but he felt that they didn't seem to be important.

The hot glutinous rice balls are served in a spoon, and they are plump and round, and they are delivered to the lips.

Meng Huan said, "Husband, take a bite."

Put the glutinous rice balls in your mouth, and after the tip of your teeth bite through the thin skin, the fragrance of sesame seeds overflows into the gap between your lips.

Meng Huan's eyes brightened: "Husband."

"Well, it's delicious."

Meng Huan happily picked up the bowl and ate the remaining half of the bowl with a spoon, her raised eyes were bright.

On the other end, the concierge delivered a letter.

Lin Bozhou returned to Beijing, killed the flattering villain Cui Lang in front of Emperor Xuanhe, and punished the Marquis of Zhenguan. These well-informed people already knew about it, and guessed that Lin Bozhou would regain power. Jing's post, giving gifts, is to make up for the sin of not welcoming the prince back to Beijing in triumph.

Lin Bozhou: "Thank you, take them all back."

"My lord, don't you really want to take a look?" There are important court officials inside.

Lin Bozhou's voice was indifferent: "I won't watch it."

After finishing speaking, he remembered something and added: "From today on, this king will no longer interfere with anything in the court."

Holding the bowl, Meng Huan blinked.

He vaguely realized something.

Lin Bozhou leaned on the back of his chair and turned to him. His brows and eyes were painted with light shadows, his nose was straight, and his expression was extremely gentle.He raised his finger and plucked Meng Huan's hair entangledly.

She is very much like the gentle and submissive little daughter-in-law in Hezhou General Military Mansion.

The tone is also darker:

"Accompany Huanhuan in the future and do whatever you want."