Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Standing face to face, when Lin Bozhou apologized, You Jin gave him a surprised look, as if wondering how these three words came out of Lin Bozhou's mouth, but he still bowed his head respectfully.

Meng Huan was a little at a loss.

He has soft ears, and when others apologize, it is easy to touch the softness in his heart.So when he heard the word "sorry", Meng Huan's first reaction was to remember his previous intention to assassinate him.

At that time, they were wary of each other, and it seemed justifiable not to let them go out of the house, and it only took two months to live a full life.Besides, Meng Huan also had evil thoughts in his heart. Although he didn't really assassinate him, but when he heard Lin Bozhou treat each other frankly, he felt an indescribable sense of shame.

Meng Huan pinched his earlobe, feeling very embarrassed: "It's nothing..."

Lin Bozhou said in a warm voice: "If you do something wrong for your husband, you must admit it for your husband. Huanhuan just needs to accept the apology, and don't be soft-hearted."

Meng Huan was still standing there in a daze.

Maybe it's because he was an orphan since he was a child, Meng Huan is the kind of person who will give his whole heart if others give him a little favor.Hearing Lin Bozhou's apology, his tone was ashamed, and he was inexplicably entangled.

After a while, he said, "Actually, I—"

—I didn’t have a good impression of you at first.

But in the middle of his speech, Chen An approached and called out to the prince, and the gesture of standing there was intended to urge Lin Bozhou to discuss political affairs, Meng Huan's parted lips closed again.

Lin Bozhou responded to Meng Huan and said with a smile, "Huanhuan, go and play, and come back and tell your husband when you're happy, okay?"

Meng Huan pursed his lips and nodded.

Lin Bozhou was helped away, and Liu Menghuan stood under the corridor.

Looking at Lin Bozhou's back for a while, he was walking slowly due to blindness, and his clothes brushed against the wooden sill, Meng Huan thought inexplicably... This should be the moment when Lin Bozhou felt most insecure?

But he was willing to let himself out of the house.

Thinking of his initiative last night, Meng Huan felt complicated and mysterious emotions in his heart. Did Lin Bozhou think that he would not leave him?

Lin Bozhou, who had always been suspicious, actually trusted him.

Beside you, You Jin asked: "Does the princess want to go out for a walk?"

Meng Huan was silent, then raised his eyes: "Go."

He went out of the mansion through the side door. Regardless of any mansion, someone with a heart will watch outside the main door and control the arrival and departure of the mansion gate. Therefore, Meng Huan travels on weekdays and dresses up like an ordinary son. It is much safer to walk through the side door .

The weather was scorching hot, and You Jin held an umbrella for him. The poor eunuch was so hot that he kept wiping his sweat with his handkerchief, and a layer of powder fell off his face.

"It's so hot? Let's take a rest first." Meng Huan was amused, so he didn't rush to leave, but went to a tea house by the road to rest and drink tea.

The atmosphere in the teahouse is very good. There is a storyteller holding an allegro and talking endlessly. It is the story of a man who got rich by sea.

Meng Huan was drowsy when he heard it, when there was a crisp sound, it seemed that a face-changing face from Sichuan opera came in, holding a fan in one hand, and with the sound of clanging gongs and drums, he walked lightly in front of the table, changing his face on the expression.

After he finished singing, he revealed a boyish face.

Everyone shouted: "Okay!"

"another one!"

The boy bowed and held the basin: "Please reward me."

Meng Huan took out a few copper plates and threw them into his basin when he approached. Under the basin, his hand was suddenly pressed against something warm——

"…………"

Meng Huan's expression remained calm, and the young man said respectfully, "Thank you for your reward, sir, I wish you peace and prosperity, and you will be promoted every step of the way."

He left, and the familiar feeling told Meng Huan.

Yes, another letter.

qwq.

Why is it endless?

Now, Meng Huan would be terrified whenever he read the letter.He gently pulled the letter with his fingertips, put the letter in his sleeve, and turned his head. You Jin was digging for the reward in his pocket with his head down, so he probably didn't notice it.

Meng Huan tried his best to look around the teahouse upstairs and downstairs as calmly as possible, but there was no familiar figure. It seems that this person was afraid of being discovered by Lin Bozhou, so he secretly slipped it to him.

Meng Huan is now in a state of dementia.

... another letter.

...What mysterious plot will be opened in this letter?

...But his enthusiasm for the plot is not much anymore.

He had no choice but to secretly put the letter in his pocket and read it when no one was home.

The weather is getting cooler, and night vendors are gradually showing up. There are many more people on the street than before, and occasionally a few cool breezes blow.

Meng Huan came out of the teahouse, walked around the street, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

You Jin beside him looked nervous, and his expression was also full of exploration: "When is your son planning to return home?"

It was getting dark now, Meng Huan still refused to go back home, but looked around in the crowd, as if looking for something, it was difficult not to remind people that he was looking for a friend to find a chance to escape.

The prince has instructed that Meng Huan can go anywhere he wants, and he is not allowed to stop him, and if he wants to go farther, he is not allowed to ask.

——In this way, the probability of the princess escaping is also quite high.

Meng Huan was absent-minded: "I saw braised goose here before, and I thought it tasted pretty good, so I want to go back again."

"My lord—" You Jin hesitated to speak.

"Oh, it's on the other side of the bridge. Wait for me here, I'll be right back." Meng Huan strode out.

You Jin's expression became more tense, and she almost wanted to take a step forward, but she was also afraid that her obvious worry would make Meng Huan feel uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to move his eyes at all. He saw Meng Huan lined up at the stewed goose stall, bought half of it, wrapped it in a lotus leaf, held it in his hand, and walked back slowly.

You Jin's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

"My lord, shall we go home?" he asked.

Meng Huan nodded: "Go back."

He held the stewed goose in the lotus leaf and walked back, You Jin was also full of joy.

——This is the delicious food that their prince tasted that day.

In the mansion, Lin Bozhou has long since left the Zhengshitang, because Meng Huan came back late, he had already eaten his dinner, and was sitting in the study, listening to the mountain trip and reading to him.

Shan Xing was still reading the Notes on the Three Rites, and he hadn't finished reading it before, but he obviously felt that Lin Bozhou was resting his fingers on the back of the chair, and he was rarely absent-minded, as if he didn't listen to what he was reading.

Shan Xing took a sip of strong tea: "Wangfei hasn't come back yet?"

Lin Bozhou: "Playful."

"Haha, I guess I'll come back immediately after having fun, and the prince doesn't have to worry too much." Shan Xing smirked, "Anyway, the prince took the initiative to let the princess out of the mansion, and he will go out many times in the future. Worrying every day, isn't it too much to worry about?" ?”

Lin Bozhou put his fingers into the teacup, took it, took a sip, and leaned his head back on the chair back slightly. The lines of his lips and the bridge of his nose were thin, looking a little heartless.

He just leaned so gloomy, without speaking.

According to his calmness and composure, he can immediately calm down no matter how big the incident is, and weigh the pros and cons to judge the direction of the matter, whether it is still under control, and whether it can be recovered.

But now, he found that no matter how he calculated, he felt a little empty and insecure in his heart.

He turned to the servant beside him: "Go and ask if the princess is back."

"Yes." The servant responded and left.

Shan Xing said: "My lord, from this afternoon to now, I have asked eight times."

This sentence is humorous, but the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips didn't mean to smile at all, even because no one was there in the afternoon, something was suffocating in his chest, his slender fingers rested on the desk, and there was a faint low air pressure all over his body.

Shan Xing stopped joking and continued to study.

There was a sound of brisk footsteps at the door, Lin Bozhou raised his body slightly, and turned to the source of the sound.

"I'm back!" Meng Huan held the lotus leaf bag, "Someone told me just now, the prince is looking for me?"

As soon as he arrived at the palace, a servant came to the doorman to inquire. After talking, he found out that Lin Bozhou was looking for him. Although Meng Huan didn't know why, he still ran over immediately.

"My lord?" Meng Huan put his hand on his arm.

The next moment, it was covered by Lin Bozhou's hand.

His palms were cold, and he touched him very quickly, as if he had endured it for a long time.

Lin Bozhou, who had gloomy brows and eyes in front of Shan Xing, made the atmosphere terrifying and dignified, his voice became softer and gentler, with a spring breeze-like smile on his lips: "Are you back?"

Over there, Shan Xing retreated silently.

"……Um."

For some reason, Meng Huan felt that he was smiling a bit forcedly.

There is also an unbearable sense of dryness between the eyebrows.

"I took a good stroll outside, had dinner by the way, and bought you braised goose." Meng Huan put down the lotus leaf bag, "Do you want to try it, my lord?"

Lin Bozhou pulled his wrist upwards, but he didn't answer the question: "I've been waiting for the whole afternoon."

His tone was not so calm, like talking to himself, like a bass that had been waiting for a long time.

At that time in the restaurant Meng Huan said he wanted to escape and asked Xu Ruolin and Lu Nanxing for help, Lin Bozhou knew it in his heart.

If the person who has become him has no feelings for him, the only way is to escape.

Lin Bozhou was betting on what choice Meng Huan would make after he could freely enter and leave the palace. If he had feelings for him, he would stay; if he had no feelings for him, he would run away.

He waited for the result, but it was like falling from a high place. Although he was unscathed, he was terrified and left with lingering fears. He never wanted to take another risk, and he didn't want to worry about his trip again.

He became extremely anxious because of Meng Huan's late return.

Meng Huan knelt down and gently scratched his palm: "Waiting for me all afternoon?"

Lin Bozhou said stiffly, "You came back too late."

Meng Huan blinked: "But the lord promised to let me go out of the mansion, and there is no set time to return to the mansion. Now the sun has not set, so it is late?"

Lin Bozhou didn't speak.

Meng Huan intentionally asked, "Is the lord unable to afford it..."

He actually wanted to ease the atmosphere.

But Lin Bozhou clenched the chair handle tightly with his fingers, the joints emerged clearly, and something collapsed in the ending: "Meng, Huan."

A word of runaway and powerless.

As if she couldn't lose him no matter what, she could only bear Meng Huan's teasing helplessly.

Meng Huan was startled and lowered his head.

In front of Lin Bozhou, his slender lips were whitish in color, his eyes were covered with white gauze, and there was an indescribable melancholy between his brows, but he couldn't see it, and he was in a state of embarrassment as if he couldn't grasp anything.

This was the first time Meng Huan saw him like this.

Meng Huan calmed down, sat down beside him, and gently held his hand.

Lin Bozhou said every word, as if in the dripping rain, his whole body was damp: "Yes."

He gritted his teeth and admitted, "I can't afford it."

The desire for control and anxiety in his heart was clamoring. How much he wanted to drag Meng Huan back and lock him up in the palace. He felt sincerely that he was afraid of losing this person.

He admitted that he was emotionally defeated.

But the second after he finished speaking.

"Chirp~"

Lips were touched lightly.