Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

The weather turned into autumn, and the yellow leaves fell from the treetops and were crushed by the horseshoes walking slowly.

A train of horses stopped at the gate of the city. The young man at the head wore a hat and carried an easel on his back. The wrist he used to take off the hat was white and thin. Under the eaves were a pair of clean and clear handsome eyes.

Zhu Dong, who was by the city wall, idly said, "My good brother is back?"

It was Meng Huan who rode the horse.

He laughed and jumped off the horse: "I'm back."

"Let's go?" Zhu Dong raised his head with his arms folded, "Congratulations on your safe return from studying abroad, and go to the theater to have dinner and listen to music. Have you worked hard drawing maps these days?"

"good."

It has been half a month since Lin Bozhou went to Jinzhou, these few days, Meng Huan followed the Ministry of Industry member Wailang to correct the map.

The military map currently used by the Dazong Military Camp is a martial arts map drawn and preserved nationwide by the founding emperor. It has been more than 200 years ago, and many places are different from the current situation, and the accuracy is not very high.

In order to improve the accuracy, after receiving Lin Bozhou's order, Li Fulang took Meng Huan and his party to conduct field surveys, corrected the map, and tried to make the map more realistic.

In the past five days, they ran hundreds of miles, and Meng Huan was as tired as a dog.

Throwing his heavy easel to Zhu Dong, Meng Huan wanted to leave happily, thinking of inviting the man behind him: "Master Assistant Lang, do you want to have a drink and relax?"

The middle-aged man standing next to him looked pale and shook his head: "No, see you some other day."

"Okay—" Meng Huan had just finished speaking.

Li Fulang said with a straight face: "By the way, the mountains, rivers, lakes and cities seen along the way in the past few days are not similar to those in the map. Brother Chen will correct them as soon as possible, and hand them over to me after corrections."

"..."

He failed to make friends, but was assigned a whole job instead.

Meng Huan moved his lower lip: "Okay."

The figure turned and left, Meng Huan looked at his back for a while with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I always feel that Mr. Li doesn't like me. The boss puts on a face, and he's walking alone when he goes out these days."

Meng Huan was quite worried about this.

After Lin Bozhou went to the front to fight, Meng Huan found himself a job of drawing maps. Just imagine, the immediate boss is a dead face, how is he in a good mood every day?

Zhu Dong was not as puzzled as he was: "Can you not hate us? He is a student of Mr. Cui Ge."

"..."

Meng Huan stopped in his tracks.

He turned his gaze to Zhu Dong.

Ever since Cui's family was imprisoned, Meng Huan always felt a little unfamiliar with Cui Ge's old name, but when Zhu Dong said it, Meng Huan still felt worried that he would trip Lin Bozhou behind his back.

"Hey, you still don't understand," Zhu Dong shook his head, "There are too many sympathies in the imperial court. Cui Ge's students are all over the imperial court, and he can't kill them all. This Vice-Lang Li thinks that he is not a faction with the people in our palace. , so even though we work together, the distance is still very wide.”

Cliques are here, even if they are doing the same thing, they have infinite centrifugal force, which affects unity and stability.This is one of the reasons cronyism can cause disaster.

"I see."

Meng Huan made a long-tailed "Oh", as if he had learned some great gossip.

Zhu Dongyang smiled slyly: "Let's go, listen to the music."

"Ok!"

Meng Huan showed a flattering smile: ^v^

People just don't get what they want.

What kind of opera did you listen to when you had no worries about food and clothing in the palace?Meng Huan was not interested at all.

But now, after a tiring day at work like a social animal, what Meng Huan looks forward to the most is to go to a restaurant to listen to music and drink during his break. Even if he doesn't understand the wine or the music, it's really relaxing.

The restaurant is located in a hidden alley in Chengguan. It doesn't look good on the outside, but the main room is very large when you enter the entrance, with many tables set up.Occasionally, a few familiar faces from the General Military Mansion could be seen in the crowd, and they also came to drink and listen to the music after the break.

Zhu Dong booked a seat by the window: "It's so expensive here, it cost me three taels of silver, alas, where the war is fought, the prices are high!"

What the waiter put on the table was full of big fish and meat, Meng Huan couldn't help staring at it, his throat felt dry.

He went out for five whole days, sleeping in a tent at night, riding a horse around during the day, and often late at night when he was rushing to draw, and he ate only dry food and wild vegetables.Can't help but give Zhu Dong a thumbs up: "Good brother."

"That's for sure, come and have a drink." Zhu Dong poured him wine.

— Burning knives.

Meng Huan wasn't very good at drinking at first, but during this period of time, it was all wine market culture, so he could drink half a glass.

After drinking it, my mind became dizzy, and my consciousness was a little far away in an instant.

His eyes drifted away, and he turned to Hua Dan who was sitting on the stage, singing with a melodious accent and graceful posture.

The people below said some nasty words, and the shopkeeper immediately gave him a look: "We are in a serious restaurant, get out if you say nasty words!"

The audience roared with laughter.

The atmosphere is ambiguous.

In this rough atmosphere, everyone was flirtatious and dishonest, Meng Huan propped his chin, and vaguely had the illusion of watching the video of the beauty anchor behind Lin Bozhou's back.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan turned away his eyes, and asked Zhu Dong guilty: "When will the prince come back?"

"I don't know," Zhu Dong ate melon seeds, "Jinzhou has been defended, and the city gate is much more relaxed. The prince will probably be back soon."

"Oh."

Meng Huan counted on his fingers, he didn't hear any news today, and it was getting late, so it was impossible for Lin Bozhou to come back today.

Thinking of this, his interest in drinking and listening to music improved a little.

... Anyway, just listen to it, it's not an indecent place.

Well, even if you are married, you can go out occasionally to indulge in luxury and money.

Thinking about it, Meng Huan laid his head on the fence again, breathed out the smell of alcohol, listening to this gentle tune, his eyelids were half drooping drunkenly, and his reddish lips were half pursed.

After a while, he rubbed his head sleepily, with a few strands of hair curled up, like a sleepy cat.

The sound in the restaurant is overwhelming and the atmosphere is charming.

Outside the city gate, a row of black iron cavalry rode in the night, stepping on the frost-white mud, galloping from the high hills to the city on the plain, like a whirling wind, and finally stopped at the gate of the city.

Someone got off his horse and reported: "Open the city gate, the prince is back."

Among the steeds was Lin Bozhou, who was covered in smoke and dust. His eyelids were half lowered, his straight nose was covered with faint moonlight, his eyebrows and eyes were sharpened by the wind and sand, and his demeanor was more gloomy than before. He held the reins of the horse with one hand, He half-closed his long and narrow eyes and looked at the whole city tower.

The Battle of Jinzhou was Zhu Lizhen’s first victory since the invasion. The ministers celebrated, but it was not easy for the soldiers on the front line. After participating in the cruel battlefield with his own eyes, some of Lin Bozhou’s temperament became more unfriendly. Exudes a bloody smell.

The stairs fell, and the horses entered the city.

Riding the night, Lin Bozhou rode back to the General Military Mansion.

Someone had gone back to report earlier, and Chen An hurried out from the threshold with his robe in his hand. When he saw the hustle and bustle and the murderous Lin Bozhou, his eyes were wet: "My lord..."

The battlefield is a place where skins and bones are removed, not only for the dead, but also for the living.

Lin Bozhou threw down his whip and walked in calmly: "Take a bowl of tea."

Chen An hurriedly poured tea for him, her voice choked with sobs.

"During this period of time, the battles have been frequent, and the prince has suffered."

Lin Bozhou didn't answer him.

After drinking the water in the tea bowl, he sat back in the pear wood chair, as if he was taking a short rest, his eyelids were closed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, and there was a deep and thick shadow on his collarbone. In the icy sea.

After a while, he regained his spirits a little before asking, "How is your time in the city?"

"The Great Wall in this area has been built, and the work beyond Jiaoshan is still in progress, but everything has been explained, and we must hurry up to repair it. Anyone who neglects will be killed. The soldiers left behind in the regiment will train on time every day, and there will be no slack. The food, grass and military resources are placed in the rear, and everything is in order."

Lin Bozhou said: "You have worked hard."

Chen An smiled wryly: "What hard work did I have? I followed the instructions of the prince. The prince is the one who suffers. Who doesn't know that the battlefield is the front line of life and death."

Lin Bozhou couldn't help laughing: "Okay, don't push yourself, the rear is more important than the front."

Chen An sighed helplessly.

He is Lin Luan's close friend. According to his seniority, Lin Bozhou should be called his nephew. He has friendship with uncle and nephew since he was a child, and he has the love and care of his younger generations.

Chen An asked: "Has the prince had dinner?"

Lin Bozhou: "I'm in a hurry, it's useless."

"Then I'll let the cook start the fire and cook some dishes for the prince." Chen An said, "The prince washes up and tidies up, let's take a break."

Lin Bozhou stood up, with a tall figure, he stood for a while and asked, "Where is the princess?"

This is what Chen An was going to ask him: "Are you going to invite the princess over here?"

Lin Bozhou was too tired to talk, so he hummed: "Tell him that the king is back."

Meng Huan must have come to see him happily.

"Yes."

Chen An stepped back.

Lin Bozhou sat back in the chair, next to the solid wood, a real feeling came to his heart.This is different from his experience during this period of time when he was on the verge of death, and the rumors were turbulent. The Zhulizhen clan abducted the Han people from the capital and also took away the siege equipment. They used ladders and battering hammers to attack the city day and night, and the time was uncertain. In a state of high tension, I hardly had a good night's sleep.

Returning to the stable rear from the hustle and bustle of war, my mind suddenly relaxed, and I finally landed on the ground.

The candlelight reflected on his sharp nose, and his eyes were as dark as gilded weapons. He propped his face lazily, waiting for the sound of Meng Huan cheering outside the door, as if he could imagine how happy he was.

After waiting for a long time, a servant came in: "My lord."

"Ok?"

"Master Biao is not in the mansion, and went to a restaurant to listen to music with friends."

"..."

Lin Bozhou's situation was a bit complicated for a moment, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the tip of his lower teeth, and he looked over with flattened eyes: "How long have you been there?"

"It's been an hour," the servant asked, "Do you want to call Master Biao back?"

Thoughtful.

"No, let him play."

Lin Bozhou stood up with his hands on the chair, "Take a bath."

Warm water gurgled into the bucket, and the water was clear, washing away the dust and fatigue all over the body.The servants buttoned his clothes and adjusted the cuffs. Lin Bozhou half-closed his eyes in a calm mood, and glanced sideways at the dishes on the table.

He sat down at the table, picked up the ivory chopsticks and gently picked up two chopsticks, the taste was a bit dull in his lips, tasted like chewing wax.

There was no sound from Meng Huan around, it seemed too quiet.He was in a hurry to come back from hundreds of miles away, wasn't he just in a hurry to see his wife?Now, people are not there yet.

Lin Bozhou threw his chopsticks and made a clanging sound: "Which restaurant?"

Servant: "My lord is asking—"

"Master Biao of the Chen family," Lin Bozhou stood up, his shadow fell, his eyelids drooped, "Which restaurant is he in?"

The night is like ink, and the bright moon hangs high.

The atmosphere in the city was noisy, with a few dark lights lit, and people walking around from time to time.

An exquisite palace lantern was dimly lit, illuminating the clean shoes as they walked quickly towards the restaurant in the dark alley.

Finally, the crowd stopped at the doorway paved with bluestone slabs.

Inside, there were faint voices and noises of boiling people, Lin Bozhou raised his hand, indicating that all the servants were waiting outside, he opened the door and walked in.

"Guest officer, what do you want to drink? There are wine and meat, and there are seats at the back." Xiao Er hurried up, but he stopped.

The person in front of him was dressed very luxuriously, and he could tell that the material of the clothes was very expensive, and the knuckles of his fingers protruding from the cuffs of the dark pattern were clearly defined. He threw a piece of silver into his palm, and said in a low voice, "There is a friend here."

Xiaoer hurriedly said, "Master, please!"

In a restaurant that is very busy, guests of all kinds are sitting staggeringly. The tables are full of wine bottles and peanut shells, and the smell of alcohol is overwhelming.They didn't look at the guests who came at the door, they all focused on Huadan on the high platform, the woman with slender hands and a sad tone, sang a tune.

"Wait for Tears".

Maybe it was because too many people in the audience sympathized with each other, they drank and yelled, and it was very lively.

Lin Bozhou's eyes were introverted, and he scanned the entire restaurant first. There was a head covering his face lying on the terrace. His gaze was originally scattered, but now he stopped and glanced back.

That head just lay there, drunk and fascinated, staring at Hua Dan on the stage, and then slammed the table for a while, motioning to Zhu Dong: "Ah, why are people who fight so hard!"

"..."

The scene seems to go back to the time when Lin Bozhou brought Meng Huan back from the restaurant a long time ago.The corners of his lips lifted unconsciously, his shoes stepped on the floor, and the old and dilapidated wooden building was creaked, and he walked towards Meng Huan's seat.

With his back facing the stairs, Meng Huan could hear the majestic and drunken voice: "Who made these words?! It's so sad, it completely portrays the sad mood of a wife who is waiting for her husband to return home from the war. Rewards, rewards!"

"Well, it's really well done," Zhu Dong said in thought, "Brother Chen, I also thought of a song called "Exiting the Customs" at the moment. It has a sad mood. Let me read it to you."

He turned around, trying to fill his glass.

It's just that when the wine was being poured, a tall shadow descended, covering the light of the oil lamp with its back, and the table was plunged into darkness.

"Who is it?" Zhu Dong looked up angrily.

——His voice stopped abruptly.

On the side, Meng Huan propped up his hot cheeks, his eyes were full of spring water, and his eyebrows were powdered. He was about to give Hua Dan a reward, but he couldn't find it, so he turned his head to look at Zhu Dong: "...you What about poetry? Read it."

Zhu Dong's eyes straightened, he opened his mouth, and stuttered.

Following his gaze, Meng Huan realized that there was someone behind him.

"..."

An inexplicable premonition came, Meng Huan turned his face slowly, first he saw the blue elegant robe, the black hair on the ears and neck, the man's slightly rolled throat, the clear line of the jaw, and finally the picture he was thinking about. Twilight's face.

"husband--"

Meng Huan didn't shout out.

He covered his lips and let out a small, soft belch.