Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Following these words, Meng Huan couldn't help thinking of something else. It wasn't that Lin Bozhou was obedient to him, but that Lin Bozhou took off his clothes every night and served him in a soft voice like in the General Military Mansion.

Meng Huan's ears turned red slightly.

He ate a mouthful of glutinous rice balls, and changed the topic: "It's business, don't take me with you, hum."

The boy's cheeks were slightly red, and his eyelids were also slightly red.

The person who sent the message smiled without saying a word, bent over, and then backed out.

At noon on New Year's Eve, worship the ancestors.

A long time ago, there were officials from the palace urging: "My lord will go to Xi'an Hall earlier, the ancestor's throne, and many things are waiting for my lord to arrange."

Sacrifice is the most important thing in ritual and music. In ancient times, filial piety was used to rule the world, and the royal family should set an example for the common people.Therefore, as a royal family, Lin Bozhou sacrificed very solemnly, and many things should be done by himself, and he had to record it and inform His Majesty.

Meng Huan didn't like to get involved in these things, and said, "You go, I won't go."

Meng Huan is used to Lin Bozhou going to work, and playing in the mansion by himself, waiting for him to come back.

but.

Lin Bozhou's voice paused, and he lowered his eyes and asked, "Don't you want to paste peach charms? Let's paste peach charms first."

"Aren't you going to sacrifice?"

There were many people around, Lin Bozhou shook his head with a smile, slowly leaned over, and moved closer to Meng Huan's ear.

"It's not good to be heard like that."

His voice was very low, obviously for Meng Huan to hear alone.

"Of course Huanhuan is the most important thing."

Meng Huan blinked, feeling hot behind his ears.

I didn't expect Lin Bozhou to enter the role of a lecherous prince so quickly.

He nodded obediently: "Oh, I see."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly.

Most of the Spring Festival couplets in the mansion have been pasted up, and I heard that Meng Huan will post them at the main gate of the palace.A lot of people stood at the gate of the palace. When the news of Lin Bozhou's rehabilitation came out recently, the people spontaneously gathered around and crowded to see this hero who repelled Zhu Lizhen's attack.

Meng Huan took a New Year picture, stepped on the stool, and pasted it on the door with his feet.

Lin Bozhou was leaning against the door in the crimson royal uniform, surrounded by guards and servants, his eyes were covered by white gauze, his hands were folded in the sleeves, his slightly lifted chin was covered with a patch or two of white snow.

"Huanhuan be careful, don't step on it slippery." He warned in a gentle voice.

"I know, I know." Meng Huan muttered.

After the New Year pictures, they were painted with rice milk to increase the viscosity.

It was inconvenient to lift it up. Meng Huan clenched his fist and punched it twice hard. The New Year picture was attached tightly. On it was a colorful military general, who was the general when Da Zong founded the country.

He looked at the glowing red door, the snow fell to the bottom of his eyes, inexplicably recalled his life from childhood to adulthood, no one took him to post New Year pictures, no family members celebrated the festival with him, no one watched him carefully...

Taking a deep breath, Meng Huan became dizzy.

He stood on the stool, behind him was the movement of the people talking.

"Aren't you still wanted by the whole city a few days ago? Why are you back now? Put up the lanterns properly, this is the New Year?"

"Is there anyone who doesn't know? The prince won the battle in Liaodong and was framed for rebellion. Now that he returns to Beijing to face the saint, he has already made it clear!"

"Is there such a thing? Damn, he was framed after winning the battle?!"

"Not only framed, but almost killed!"

"..."

The people whispered, and their expressions gradually became angry. For anyone, the subversion of justice is unforgivable.

Meng Huan lifted the hem of her skirt and jumped off the stool.

He didn't expect that Lin Bozhou had only been back to Beijing for a day or two, and things spread so quickly.

It was ridiculously fast, after all, His Majesty hadn't even executed Marquis Zhenguan yet.

There was a bit of surprise, but immediately, Meng Huan became in a good mood.

He has seen Lin Bozhou's hard work in the past few months. These praises should belong to him, um, and himself.Meng Huan was complacent.

She showed her face at the door, pasted the New Year pictures and peach charms and entered the palace.

Unexpectedly, You Jin came over with a basket of chickens, and couldn't laugh or cry: "My lord, the people insisted on sending us something, saying that my lord's expedition was hard, and I have some chickens at home, and I want to dedicate them to my lord."

"Chicken?"

"Yes, in addition to the chicken, there are also bacon, sausages, and fresh vegetables. They are all sincere and force us to ask for it. If you don't want it, just leave it at the door and run away. You can't stop it."

This is a spontaneous move by the people.

Meng Huan was startled, feeling very subtle in his heart.

When the war in Liaodong was tense, many grain purchases were dispatched to Liaodong, and the people in the capital also wore their belts for the New Year.But now he can still take out eggs, bacon, and his own living food, which shows how grateful he is to Lin Bozhou.

——It is completely different from the original book.

Lin Bozhou's reputation has improved. He is no longer the arrogant minister who stole the power of the country in the past, but the regent who has a good reputation and guards the safety of the people.

Meng Huan stared at the basket, feeling dizzy.

He vaguely remembered what Lin Bozhou told Chen An that there was one thing he had to do when he returned to Beijing—clean up his innocence.

Only when Emperor Xuanhe recognized his achievements, would he be extolled by the people.

If Lin Bozhou was stalemate in Liaodong at this time, and even rebelled, then his contribution to pacifying Zhu Lizhen would definitely be taken by the imperial court, and Zhenguanhou would become the God of War to replace him. Pie, much despised.

Meng Huan's eyes were bright and he was very happy: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou looked thoughtful, and looked at him softly after hearing this: "What's wrong?"

"I'm very happy to hear that so many people praise you and everyone likes you." Meng Huan said seriously, word by word.

Lin Bozhou smiled: "So happy?"

"Of course I'm happy." Meng Huan seemed to have stars in his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he said, "It was wrong for them to treat you like that before. They distorted right and wrong, and deliberately poured dirty water on you, especially when you fought in Jizhou. First credit, but they robbed you of credit and forced you to death."

Meng Huan said, "It's much better now. Your Majesty is willing to listen to advice, and it seems that he has become enlightened... If it has always been this good, then it doesn't matter if we go back to Guzhou."

Meng Huan has also been thinking about it recently.

The innocence Lin Bozhou wanted has already been obtained. He is now highly praised and has obtained everything that should belong to him. Does that mean that the love and hatred in the original book are over?

Meng Huan didn't watch the later plots, he only knew that there was no original owner who was coerced by Zhu Lizhen to enter the customs, Lin Bozhou was not defeated by the emperor's suspicion, and Lin Bozhou was not forced to rebel... The country fell into turmoil...

...Is it the perfect ending for him and Lin Bozhou to return to Guzhou?

From then on, safe and happy, grow old?

Meng Huan blinked, and when he was thinking hard, there was a slight vibration in his ears.

Lin Bozhou laughed softly, breathed out, and laughed for a long time.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Huan was puzzled.

Lin Bozhou didn't speak, he interlocked fingers with Meng Huan, and went to the pavilion in the snow: "Sit."

Meng Huan sat down obediently.

The servants stood outside the pavilion, separated by a distance.

"Why do people around you look so good."

Lin Bozhou's smile faded, his jaw drooped slightly, and he leaned the tip of his nose very close to Meng Huan. When he opened his lips, the heat fell on the tip of his nose, and there was a sensual smell of incense.

"That's because you can't fight for your husband,"

Lin Bozhou whispered in his ear, "It's the same for His Majesty, and it's also for the ministers of the Langmiao Temple. There is no longer a threat to them. Naturally, everyone's surface is friendly."

Emperor Xuanhe, it's all the same.

If it hadn't been for Lin Bozhou's repeated pleas to the country, no longer participating in court disputes, and making Emperor Xuanhe let down his vigilance, how could he easily give Lin Bozhou the great credit for smashing Zhu Lizhen?

——This is also the reason why he pretended to be blind and moved closer to the disabled.

It is just a ridiculous delusion to have warm expectations for Emperor Xuanhe.

The white gauze worn by his eyes was blown by the cold wind and brushed against Lin Bozhou's white earlobes. His face was upright and handsome, as warm as spring, and he was a finely carved, dignified and courteous nobleman's eyebrows and eyes.

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's fine."

"What's the matter?" Lin Bozhou looked at him.

"Since there won't be so many conflicts if we don't fight, then we won't fight anymore and go back to Guzhou to live in An'an."

Meng Huan snapped his fingers and calculated carefully.

His original owner's plot line should have been completed. From now on, it will be the sweet love line of him and Lin Bozhou returning to Guzhou.Just like the ending of the novel, after the protagonists have gone through danger together, the story is complete, and the text will not repeat it, but in the time and space extended by the text, the protagonists live happily together forever.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou and asked, "Husband, how are you?"

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Okay, let's not argue, let's live with Huanhuan."

"yeah!"

Meng Huan was happy.

The original book is really over!

——How to provide for the elderly after the end of the plot line of the user who wears the book?

——It’s still a novel about a court marquis and her husband being rich and powerful.

QAQ! ! !

It was true that he transmigrated into this book at the beginning, and now it is his reward for completing the plot!A wealthy and prominent family, a handsome and gentle husband, a noble and dazzling identity...

The only downside is that his husband seems to be blind, maybe this is not a complete HE?

Meng Huan pursed his lower lip, feeling a little sad again in his heart, but shook his head: "For those who celebrate Chinese New Year, don't think about unhappy things."

Lin Bozhou could see his ups and downs, and unconsciously raised his brows.

"Husband, go and preside over the sacrificial ceremony," Meng Huan said, "You Jin and I will hit the horses, and you don't have to worry about me."

The life of the wealthy wife must be arranged.

Meng Huan didn't dare to enjoy himself before, but now, he must.

must.

It's not good for anyone to say today.

He wants to play mahjong all night.

"Well, the husband will go first."

Lin Bozhou smiled and stood up.

Meng Huan returned to the palace. The Xiaonuang Pavilion was very close to the Xi'an Hall where the official dinner was held on New Year's Eve. There was a silver charcoal stove in the room. As soon as You Jin heard that he was going to play a horse-sling, he immediately found a few skilled maids to sit with him. Waiting for him to fight.

The air is fresh and the interior is warm.

With Meng Xiaohuan's efforts, the love-hate, love-and-kill novel has completely become a sweet essay.

Meng Huan was very happy. He listened to You Jin's introduction to the style of play and nodded: "Okay, let's do it then."

But the fly in the ointment is.

He still seems stupid QAQ.

"Uh..." Meng Huan didn't know how to gamble, and he wasn't very good at playing cards. He bet a lot of money, but he lost it all very quickly.

Meng Huan is a nice person, she didn't lose her temper, just watched the money on the other side getting more and more, couldn't help it, her expression was a bit depressed.

"Princess, that's not the way to fight. Your 'empty soup' just now shouldn't come out." You Jin said.

"Humph."

Meng Huan threw away his cards: "I know how to bully people, I'll find my husband."

The tone is aggrieved, like a child.

Just as Meng Huan turned his head, Lin Bozhou presided over the sacrificial ceremony, his knuckle fingers lifted the curtain, reflecting some fire light, and the figure walked into the Nuan Pavilion: "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan threw herself into his arms, with a sticky ending: "Husband."

Next to you, You Jin and several maids knelt down when they heard the voice.

"My lord, it's Chinese New Year, please spare the slaves."

They were a little apprehensive.

For a long time, Lin Bozhou was different from these servants who usually had nothing to do. He read sage books, dealt with government affairs, and had a busy schedule.

He never played cards, never gambled, never courted prostitutes, listened to music, and never did frivolous things. Although he didn't strictly investigate in the mansion, he still felt unhappy when he saw these things, so although the princess took the initiative to play, but they Those who accompanied him were actually quite frightened.

Lin Bozhou looked calm, looking down at Meng Huan.

The young man's voice was gloomy: "I can't beat horses and slings, and I keep losing money."

"I'm stupid, I can't learn anything..."

Meng Huan was very unhappy, his voice was sticky, and now he was used to acting like a spoiled child to Lin Bozhou, his ending sound was greasy, his nose was close to him, and he exhaled some sweet and hot air.

"Husband."

Meng Huan hugged him and hugged him.

"So unhappy?"

Lin Bozhou held him in his arms with one hand, and gently pinched his waist.The boy hasn't recovered his flesh yet, his waist is very thin, "Can't you just play cards?"

Meng Huan said, "Husband, help me."

There was a moment of silence in the warm cabinet.

You Jin was a little surprised, but couldn't help being funny. According to Lin Bozhou's temperament of only respecting poetry, books, rituals, music, and archery, he would definitely not play with these things.

He just wanted to say: "The master is back, the slave will let you—"

Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou turned his face to the side, his nose straightened, and his expression was full of interest: "It's so complicated, then come and take a look."

You Jin was shocked all of a sudden.

According to Lin Bozhou's elegant hobbies, if he has free time on weekdays, he would either go to the countryside to hunt on horseback, or call Qingke to organize a garden party to write poems and articles, to judge and appreciate, he would never play horses, right?

——Isn’t this what uneducated people like to do?

You Jin stayed for a long time, then hurriedly moaned, and dragged the chair: "Your Majesty, sit—"

"This king is sitting here, and Huanhuan is a family."

Meng Huan sat down on a bench covered with blankets, and Lin Bozhou sat next to him.He wrapped his arms around Meng Huan's waist with one hand, leaned closer to his bosom, and unconsciously touched the thin waist with his fingers through his clothes.

"..." It was so itchy, Meng Huan turned to stare at him.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and gently stroked the pages of each card with the fingertips of his other hand, which were engraved with different patterns.

He has slender fingers, holding dominoes, and looks pleasing to the eye.

After a moment, he smiles.

"The cards are ready, let's get started."