Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

You Jin's forehead was sweating: "Princess, if the prince loses his temper with you during this time...don't take it to heart, the prince is not like this usually."

These close ministers, who were affected by Lin Bozhou's violence when he was blind, have already experienced it.

Meng Huan: "So scary?"

"It can't be said to be scary," You Jin pondered, "but it's better to have a bottom line in mind. When the prince's eye disease relapses, he is in a bad mood and is easily offended—"

He is a slave, he dare not speak ill of his master, but he wanted to remind Meng Huan, he was so anxious that he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was a little anxious.

After being quiet for a while, Meng Huan said, "My lord is not feeling well, is he?"

You Jin opened his mouth, and suddenly froze for a moment: "Yes, of course he feels bad."

Meng Huan: "I see."

Meng Huan had some impressions of Lin Bozhou's loss of control and irritability when he was blind, and his back felt chills. In the book, Lin Bozhou's first death was his half-brother, Lin Chengxu.

Lin Bozhou is the eldest son of the Zhongwang Palace, and his mother and concubine are generous and gentle princesses who know the general but are not favored, while Lin Chengxu's mother is the oiran of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion.

Lin Luan has repeatedly neglected the generous and gentle concubine, and the concubine's thoughts are on her only child, protecting Lin Bozhou, nurturing him carefully, and wanting him to inherit the throne in the future.

Although the side concubine is very much loved in the mansion, she also knows that the concubine has a son, so she will not be arrogant and domineering.

——Until Lin Bozhou's eyes went wrong.

Major national policy: Regardless of succession to the throne or the throne, those with disabilities are not allowed to do so.

Lin Luan caused Lin Bozhou to become disabled when he was young. After much consideration, he decided to abolish Lin Bozhou's position as the eldest son and replace him with Lin Chengxu.The mother is more expensive than the child, and the side concubine is becoming more and more arrogant in the palace, bullying the main concubine and Lin Bozhou.

A few days before Lin Bozhou was about to change his crown prince, he invited Lin Chengxu to play chess by the river. He was blind and covered his eyes with a black veil, and made a bet with him: If he wins, Lin Chengxu will swim a few times on the river, and if he loses , I jumped into the lake and swam a few times back and forth.

Lin Chengxu bullied him because he was blind, and there were other people beside him. He really didn't believe that Lin Bozhou could beat him, thinking that Lin Bozhou would definitely die, so he agreed.Unexpectedly, he really lost the game and wanted to regret it, but was kicked into the river by Lin Bozhou. He didn't know how to swim, so he drowned.

Regarding this, Lin Bozhou has only one sentence: If he loses, he will also jump into the river to die.

At that time, his psychology had already started to be distorted. He had a strong desire to win and lose, a strong desire to possess, and a competitive personality. Especially when he was blind, he had no sense of security, and his whole person would become extremely sharp.

The summer night wind is dry and hot, blowing through the promenade.

You Jin suggested: "Otherwise, the princess will go back to the main palace and rest here?"

This is a good suggestion, so as not to face Lin Bozhou's trauma.

Meng Huan thought for a while, "I'd better go and see him."

"Hey, the prince is in a bad mood at this time, not to mention beating and scolding servants, there are also people who smash things randomly, just afraid that things will splash, and it will be bad for the prince to hurt the princess."

Meng Huan was also a little scared.

If Lin Bozhou drew out his knife, there was a possibility that he would stab him with one knife, similar to Cao Cao, his insecurity led to serious suspicion, and he wished to kill someone in his dream.

Meng Huan hesitated for a while, then opened his lips.

They are husband and wife after all, Meng Huan said: "Then when the lord is asleep, I'll go and watch secretly."

You Jin could only nod: "Yes."

Lin Bozhou has an eye disease now, he no longer deals with official business, and goes to bed earlier than before.Meng Huan walked around outside, the little eunuch came tiptoe and said, "My lord is asleep."

You can go in and see him.

Meng Huan hummed and took off his shoes so that the movement would be lighter.He quietly entered the palace door, without smashing anything, but under a thin line of light, the paper on the table was crumpled into balls, with narrow and thin cracks, one could vaguely see someone's suppressed dark flames.

Meng Huan walked lightly and walked to the bedside.

A rolling hill rose up on the bed, and Lin Bozhou lay on his side on the bed, as if he was asleep.

His jet-black hair covered his ears and neck, revealing only his slightly pale chin.

Meng Huan leaned over and looked at him to make sure he was asleep.

Hmm, that's good.

Meng Huan was about to leave when he saw the half-fallen quilt.

There was a twitch in his mind, and then, the conditioned reflex pulled the quilt up.

The next moment, the figure on the bed moved.

Lin Bozhou woke up, but he didn't speak, as if he was waiting for someone to speak.

He couldn't see, so he didn't know who it was, but he was also very awkward, so he didn't want to ask.

Meng Huan said in a low voice, "My lord, it's me. I'll see if you're asleep."

Lin Bozhou sat up slightly.His eyes were covered with white gauze, the back of his hand was placed by his side, veins emerged from the paleness, and his expression seemed a little tired.

He said, "Princess."

Meng Huan's heart tightened.

This was the first time he didn't call him Huanhuan, but Wangfei.

Meng Huan put his knees on the bed, and leaned slightly: "I'll stretch the quilt for you, so you can sleep well."

He didn't ask Lin Bozhou's eyes.

The person who greeted him was not a promised "Yeah", but, "Where did you go just now, why did you come to see me now?"

There was silence in the air.

Holding the corner of the quilt, Meng Huan realized that Lin Bozhou's voice was a bit cold.

...was she losing her temper?

Could it be that he feels that he despises him for being blind and deliberately doesn't come to see him?

After much deliberation, Meng Huan decided to tell the truth: "I heard that you were in a bad mood, and I was afraid that you would beat me up, so I wanted to wait for you to sleep before coming to see you."

"..."

Lin Bozhou repeated as if chewing: "Beating and scolding."

Meng Huan: "Uh."

"Did they tell you?" Lin Bozhou snorted, his voice was low and empty, "It turns out that when the king fell ill, in their eyes, he was so unbearable."

"........."

Meng Huan realized that the topic was a little off. Lin Bozhou was in a bad mood now, and if he said something, he would definitely feel even more uncomfortable.Meng Huan changed the subject, "No, I was thinking too much."

Quiet.

Lin Bozhou turned his back to him and remained motionless.

Meng Huan called softly: "My lord?"

no answer.

Meng Huan supported the bed, leaned forward slightly, and raised his voice slightly, "My lord?"

"You can leave if you want." Lin Bozhou's voice was hoarse.

I don't know why, but there seems to be some complicated emotions in his words.

...It seems that everyone despises him.

...as if, he was left behind.

Meng Huan was stunned for a while, sitting on the bed, looking at the empty hall.

Lin Bozhou couldn't see anything and was alone, would he feel very dark and very lonely?

An inexplicable feeling surged up in Meng Huan's heart, he frowned, he hated this kind of wrinkled heart the most.

Meng Huan sat without moving.

After a while, he leaned over again and said softly to Lin Bozhou, "My lord, can I stay with you?"

He spoke very softly, and his breath fell into his ears.

Warm, like a feather falling behind the ears.

But Lin Bozhou still didn't speak.

Great.

Meng Huan rolled his eyes and whispered, "I'll sleep right next to you. I don't take up any space, and I'm very quiet, so I won't disturb you."

He could vaguely feel that Lin Bozhou was now autistic, world-weary, and didn't want to live, let alone speak.

Meng Huan waited quietly. After waiting for half a minute, he announced, "I'm coming up."

He went to bed slowly, trying to move as lightly as possible so as not to cause Lin Bozhou's eye disease to recover, but when he sat down, he touched something hard, which seemed to be the back of Lin Bozhou's thin hand.

"........."

Help.

so awkward.

Meng Huan quickly got up and fished out Lin Bozhou's hand.His hands are white and small, two hands can grasp his big hand, but only hold one or two fingers.

Meng Huan touched it and said seriously, "I'm sorry."

Lin Bozhou still didn't speak, the kind of autism and world-weariness has reached the level of "you just think I'm dead".

Meng Huan gently blew on his hand, saying that it didn't hurt or hurt, then put it back to the original place and covered it with the quilt.

Meng Huan lay down under the quilt, but Lin Bozhou still turned his back to him.

Why do you keep facing away?

Lin Bozhou usually sleeps on his back, right?

And I really like holding him.

Meng Huan changed his mind and remembered that when he was a child, he slept with his aunt in the orphanage. When he lost his temper, he also turned his back to her, and he still refused to turn around.

At that time, whenever his aunt hugged him from behind, Meng Huan would burst into tears instantly, as if he had endured it for a long time and was waiting for a hug.

Lin Bozhou has been waiting in the dark for a long time, right?

Do you want to hug him?

...Meng Huan was a little afraid, he was afraid that Lin Bozhou would get angry and beat himself.

Besides, Lin Bozhou doesn't like other people's physical contact now.

Meng Huan comforted his timidity, patted the quilt, and temporarily gave up this idea.

He's going to bed.

The sound of breathing was very soft. In the silence of the night, Meng Huan sometimes couldn't hear Lin Bozhou breathing at all, and felt as if he was dead.

"..."

Meng Huan suffered from insomnia.

He opened his eyes wide until the eye sockets were sore and he felt tired, then he narrowed them again, adapting to the hazy sleepiness in his mind.

Not long after falling into darkness, Meng Huan heard a crashing sound, as if something fell from a height and hit the ground sharply, making a loud "clang—"

Meng Huan opened his eyes suddenly, the dim light in the hall was flickering, and the side was empty.

Lin Bozhou got up?

Meng Huan turned his eyes, the snow-white obscene clothes turned his back to him, Lin Bozhou emerged from the scene with the back of his hand supporting the bed cabinet, accidentally knocked over a candlestick, and the back of his hand dripped with wax oil.

The eunuch outside seemed to be coming in, but when he heard Lin Bozhou angrily reprimanded: "Get out!"

He's pissed off now.

He should have wanted to get up, but couldn't see anything, and grabbed the candlestick.

Meng Huan stepped forward, blinking: "My lord?"

Lin Bozhou bowed his head, his black hair fell down, his brows and eyes were cast with cool shadows, his lips were sickly pale, and he felt an indescribable sense of poverty.

Meng Huan grabbed his hand and found that the back of his hand was tense, the slender finger bones were stiff, and the place where the wax fell was reddish, the wax oil had solidified.

Meng Huan pulled him, his hand twitched back, and stopped again.

This shows that he seems to be willing to let himself lead.

Meng Huan looked at him, and carefully removed the solidified wax: "What does your lord want to do when you get up? I can help you."

It's late at night, it's not time to get up, let alone go to court.

Lin Bozhou's lips were tightly closed.

Meng Huan let out a "Huh?".

He opened his lips and uttered two words.

"Xiao Gong."

"..."