MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 117

Meng Huan was thinking of him at first, but Lin Bozhou said that he would not even be angry.

He tensed his face and nodded: "Well, I won't be angry."

After speaking, he quickly covered his face with the blanket in the carriage to keep out the cold, and refused to communicate like a child quarreling with a temper, and demonstrated to him on the spot what it means to be angry when a fool is.

The sleeves of the robe are wide, and the wrist protruding from the sleeve is clean and white, with slender knuckles, covering the whole face, and the whole person looks very closed.

Lin Bozhou laughed unconsciously. While laughing, he touched his wrist with his fingertips: "Well, yes, that's what anger is like. I did something for my husband that made Huanhuan unhappy. It's right to turn your face on the spot. You can't hold back your heart. uncomfortable."

He's even gentle and considerate.

Meng Huan moved his fingers and continued to cover his face.

"Now," Lin Bozhou thought for a moment, then raised his eyes, "it's time to apologize to Huanhuan for my husband."

Meng Huan's fingers were a little stiff.

He licked his lower lip, and when he was waiting for the next sentence, the back of his hand was gently covered.

The white fingers were parted bit by bit by the man, and the tip of his nose smelled the faint scent of Lin Bozhou approaching. He stared at Meng Huan with his dark and deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's my husband's fault that caused the two of us to fall into the chaos at that time in Liaodong." Because of the situation, I have to lie to you together as my husband."

"..." Meng Huan's lips moved.

He's actually not that angry.

I am worried that three months have passed for Lin Bozhou, what is more important than his recovery?

But Lin Bozhou in front of him paused every word: "I swear to my husband, from now on, I will never let you fall into the desperate situation of life and death again. If you break the oath, then I will let my husband gouge out your bones and flesh, and suffer the most painful pain in the world." bitter."

"..."

Meng Huan blinked, seeing surprise in his eyes.

Lin Bozhou has always been cautious in his words and deeds, rarely revealing his emotions in his words, but now he made such a life-and-death oath.

Could it be that the recurrence of his eye disease and blindness in Liaodong made Meng Huan have to shoulder the burden of this small family, and did it have a great psychological shadow on him?

Meng Huan's eyelashes twitched slightly: "There's no need to do this."

"Well," Lin Bozhou said, "just say it, it will make my husband feel better."

"I won't mention the past." Meng Huan patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "It's not too late for you to be nice to me now."

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Of course it's good for Huanhuan."

"Then I won't be angry." Meng Huan threw away the quilt that covered his face just now.

He smiled at Lin Bozhou with a row of white teeth, and narrowed his eyes like a cat.

Lin Bozhou smiled unconsciously, lowered his gaze, and his gaze was extremely gentle, like spring water on a lake blown by a breeze.

but.

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, recalling the scene where Lin Bozhou swore just now.

Lin Bozhou's expression is not as gentle as it is now, his eyes are gloomy, like the camouflage and restraint of a carnivorous animal in the grass before hunting, but the sharpened teeth cannot avoid the smell of blood.

But he looked at Meng Huan with full tenderness.

"..."

Recently, Meng Huan felt that Lin Bozhou seemed a little depressed.

However, it may be that Lin Bozhou was a little unaccustomed to leaving the court just now, Meng Huan shook his head, thinking that this was an illusion, and quickly dismissed the thoughts from his mind.

After walking for about half a month, I arrived at the border of Guzhou.

Meng Huan jumped out of the carriage, and the ones who came to meet Lin Bozhou in front were the guards of the palace, and the soldiers inside the camp were full of soldiers. After returning to the capital, Lin Bozhou applied to His Majesty to transfer the guards from Jinzhou back to Guzhou. The guards had been in Guzhou for more than a month.

Among the crowd, Meng Huan raised his eyes and saw Chen An and Shan Xing, whom he hadn't seen for more than two months, and they looked a little emotional.

"My lord has a clever plan."

At that time, they were not in favor of Lin Bozhou's return to Beijing, but now looking at the situation in the world, they only have admiration for him.

Lin Bozhou was leaning on a cane, and he didn't tell anyone about his eyes except Meng Huan, so he asked casually, "How does it feel to go back to Guzhou for the New Year?"

"I haven't been back for six years. When I stayed in the capital, I felt that Guzhou was poor. When I came back, I saw that it was not that poor." Shan Xing spoke more casually, and said with a smile, "It's better to be at home."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly: "If the family is happy, stay here for a long time."

He turned his eyes to the guards of the palace who were coming, and asked, "Have all the soldiers settled down?"

"Everything is settled. Rewards for meritorious service, military pay, and more than a dozen catties of meat and rice noodles for the New Year," Chen An said. "The grain, grass, horses, and equipment lost in the war have also been replenished. The guards have recovered. increased combat power."

Lin Bozhou hummed: "How many soldiers were sacrificed?"

Chen An: "More than two thousand people."

"They are the heroes of Dazong. Without them, Liaodong may have fallen, and Dazong is also in turmoil. The pension has been handed over to the relatives?"

Chen An: "Go back to the prince and hand it over."

Lin Bozhou was quiet for a while, then nodded, "Let's conscript again, and make up the number. Zhu Lizhen invaded and Zhenguanhou rebelled. Presumably other alien races in the north will start to move around taking advantage of the civil strife. Guzhou will bear the brunt at that time. Conscript some soldiers, so that in the future we can screen guard Da Zong."

"Conscript again?"

Chen An paused, as if feeling something was wrong.

He looked at Lin Bozhou, and wanted to say, "My lord."

"Um."

Chen An's words were respectful and cautious: "According to the regulations, the five guards of the palace's guards and commanders should not exceed 5,000 guards each. The previous number was exceeded. I am afraid that if the conscription will be suspected of being self-respecting, if your majesty is aroused Suspicious..."

This is indeed a big problem.

We all know that a rebellion requires an army. In order to prevent the vassal kings from rebelling with heavy troops, Dazong's laws and regulations are extremely strict, especially after the vassal reduction, the actual number of soldiers that the kings can control is rarely more than 10,000, and some can only control one or two thousand people.

It is considered too much for Lin Bozhou to raise troops, I am afraid that if there are more, it will arouse the vigilance of the court.

"If the general soldier writes a letter to complain to His Majesty, slandering the prince for disobedience and causing a foul smell, I'm afraid things will be troublesome." This sentence was said by Shan Xing.

Not long ago, he was hinting that Lin Bozhou would raise troops in Liaodong.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Shan Xing showed a hypocritical smile: "Is that so, my lord?"

"..."

In the past three months when Lin Bozhou returned to Beijing alone, Shan Xing and Chen An turned Lin Bozhou's words over and over again day and night, after all they had lived together for more than 20 years, and the roundworm in their stomach always felt wrong.

Until the news of Zhenguan Hou's rebellion came, Shan Xing's heart was shocked, and his mind suddenly brightened.

But he will keep this a secret, just smiling cheaply at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou looked away, with a serious expression: "The law is strict, and the border defense cannot be ignored,"

Leaning on his cane, he turned his head to look at the snowy city gate of Guzhou, "I invite the general soldier to come to the palace for a drink some other day."

really.

Shan Xing was also cautious: "Yes, my lord."

Behind him, Meng Huan raised his hand to greet Chen An: "Uncle Chen."

"Princess, I haven't seen you for a few months." Chen An smiled lovingly.

"Can we go back home?" Meng Huan asked.

Chen An: "Don't worry, I'm going to rest at the post house tonight, and I'll go back to the city tomorrow."

Meng Huan was a little puzzled: "Ah? Why?"

Chen An explained: "The prince's return to the vassal state is a major event that shakes the state. There are hundreds of civil and military officials in the capital to send them off. When they return to the fief Guzhou, there are also all the officials waiting outside the city gate. A banquet is arranged. The banquet will be held tonight and tomorrow. Go back to the palace."

He added patiently, "It's all officialdom."

In the past two months, every time Lin Bozhou passed by a city, hundreds of officials greeted him and saw him off. Meng Huan had nothing to say, "Okay, then stay another night."

"If the princess is not used to these occasions, you can go to the backyard of the post house. Zhu Dong has been waiting for you for more than three months." Shan Xing said at this time.

"Really," Meng Huan became more interested, "Go and meet him."

"Knock knock."

Lin Bozhou's cane shattered a few strands of ice and snow with carelessness.

Meng Huan showed a pure and innocent smile, and looked at him with bright eyes: "Husband, I'm going to find Zhu Dong."

Lin Bozhou obviously had a prejudice against Zhu Dong, but since he risked his life to drag Meng Huan back from the hillside of Jizhou, Lin Bozhou didn't do the same.

He lowered his head, looked sideways with his pitch-black eyes, stopped tapping his cane lightly, and said, "Go, come back earlier."

Meng Huan turned around and went to the backyard.

He no longer wore the cotton-padded jacket that he had worn as a boy in the army in Guzhou, but replaced it with a bamboo-leaf-green silk gown with embroidered patterns on the skirt, and a golden jade pendant in his hair. During the time he returned to Beijing with Lin Bozhou, he was fair, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, look It's a bit luxurious.

Zhu Dong sat in the backyard, chatting with a few Qing customers: "Have you ever fought a war, brother?"

"Will you write frontier poems?"

"The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and the pieces blow down—"

Meng Huan pursed her lips, went behind him and patted his shoulder: "Brother Dong."

Zhu Dong turned his head suddenly and almost knocked the flowerpot down: "Brother Chen!"

He stood up directly: "Long time no see!"

After returning to Guzhou for a few months, he has grown more refined, not as dark and thin as after he joined the army, and looks handsome and lively. He looked Meng Huan up and down, and said: "You are wearing this dress now, you are rich and honorable! At that time, the prince didn't bring any cronies, not even my cousin, but you. I felt that the prince spoiled you enough." , that's right!"

"..."

With just a few words from Brother Chen, Meng Huan knew that Shan Xing, a wicked man, hadn't explained the whole story to him.

Meng Huan pursed his lower lip and nodded, "Well, he is really kind to me."

"That's no good—"

Zhu Dong seemed to think of something, "Have you returned to the palace to see the princess?"

Meng Huan suppressed a hard smile: "See you."

"How did the eldest wife see the younger wife? Is there any tension?" Zhu Dong was worried about his situation.

"A sword is on the verge?" Meng Huan pondered, "Not at all."

"That's good, I'm still afraid that you will be abused." At this time, Zhu Dong remembered to introduce Qingke who had just talked with him: "Everyone, this is the second wife of the prince, surnamed Chen—"

"..." Meng Huan pulled him past him, causing Zhu Dong's whole body to sway. Meng Huan was afraid that he would be exaggerated, so he pulled his sleeves and walked away to a place where no one was there.

Zhu Dong was thrown into disarray, "Why don't you let me talk?"

Meng Huan found an excuse: "Let's not talk about it, it will be uncomfortable to get along with this ceremony."

Zhu Dong also gave up struggling: "You are right."

They walked to the pavilion at the end of the corridor and sat down.

I haven't seen each other for three months. The two of them chatted about the New Year's Eve, and they returned to Liaodong, where they lived and died together. Zhu Dong has not yet come out of the haze of war. , slandering the prince for rebellion failed, and now I’m **** rebelling. The court dispatched troops to conquer him again, you said, fighting wastes people’s money and wastes money, why do people always keep going?”

Meng Huan bowed his head, his cheeks were covered with a faint light, and he was also in a daze: "Yes, I don't understand."

The experience of the refugees who suffered from the war came to mind, the swords and swords, the iron hooves and the scimitars, the flesh and blood pierced by the horses, screaming and calling the names of the children, being submerged in the billowing dust, no one was alive, no one was dead corpse…

There was pain in my heart, as if being pricked by a needle.

"The Marquis of Zhenguan has caused serious trouble this time," Zhu Dong gritted his teeth, "He is not a commoner who can't afford to eat and rebel, he is a real nobleman who founded the country, except for the royal family, the entire Dazong Dynasty only eats and drinks. The best! But he has enjoyed so many favors, he doesn’t know how to do good deeds, and instead rebels. Where is the majesty of Da Zong? Where is the majesty of His Majesty?"

Meng Huan turned his head and looked at him: "Your Majesty's majesty?"

"If your Majesty loses his majesty, if his rites and music are ruined, his reputation is upside down, the order of monarchs and ministers collapses, and his ministers are not loyal to the emperor, let alone be loyal ministers who will go down in history, then what else can control them? The careerists who imitate the rebellion are bound to become more and more powerful. Many—when the time comes, ferocious and bloodthirsty wolves will vie for the Central Plains, and gentle and kind people will be slaughtered like lambs at will, how will they live?"

Meng Huan was twisting and playing with a slender leaf, but at this moment his fingers stopped, and he couldn't help looking at him.

"Marquis Zhenguan was the first to rebel so seriously?"

Zhu Dong took a sip of tea, and his voice regained a little bit of stability: "The first rebellion was the beginning of the disaster, and it may not have been so serious."

Meng Huan's bright eyes widened slightly: "Huh?"

"If the prince is still in the capital, what if the Marquis of Zhenguan rebelled? If the pressure is suppressed, the court's face will be preserved, and the emperor's face will also be saved. But now that the prince has left the capital, His Majesty is only a teenager, and he has just taken power... he Currently dealing with the state affairs, I haven’t seen Thunderbolt’s method... If I can’t handle the rebellion of Zhenguanhou, I will be exposed as weak and incompetent, so other ambitious people can take advantage of the situation and eat his big fat?”

"..."

Meng Huan's handsome and well-behaved eyes were extremely quiet.

There was a rippling in his heart, and the same emotions as when Lin Bozhou was seized of power after winning the battle came to him. Meng Huan found that power was still as cold as ever.

"Wait for the world to be in chaos."

After Zhu Dong finished speaking, several wisps of cold wind drifted into the pavilion, mixed with snow flakes, making people's skin chill.

He patted his **** and stood up: "Is it time for a feast?"

Letting the snow-laden branches block the view, a tall and slender figure walked by the winding corridor. The crimson python robe was bright and eye-catching in the snow. The young man wore a leather hat and gold jade on his head, and his facial features were handsome and handsome. The slightly gloomy eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy.

Zhu Dong knelt down: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou said casually: "Get up, there is no need to be formal."

He is still pretending to be blind.

After answering Zhu Dong, he called softly, "Is Huanhuan here?"

Meng Huan stood up cooperatively and went to his side: "Here."

"The banquet is about to start. You didn't eat much at noon. Didn't you say you were hungry all the way? Come over for dinner." Lin Bozhou came here on purpose.

Meng Huan responded, "Yes, here we come."

Subconsciously, he turned to greet Zhu Dong: "Go, brother, eat—"

Before finishing the word rice, Zhu Dong looked at himself with shocked eyes, stuttered, and said, "Your last word is Huan?"

"..."

At that time, Meng Huan joined the army as the nephew of Chen An. Meng Huan didn't bother to choose a name, and everyone he met said that he was the second in the family, so most people called him Chen Er, or Chen Jiaxiaolang.

Meng Huan: "Well, my last word is Huan."

Zhu Dong looked as if he had swallowed an egg: "Chen Huan?"

"..."

Meng Huan felt that things were a bit complicated, and said, "Uh—"

"Come and sit first."

Lin Bozhou's eyes were half-closed, and his eyes drifted away from under the thick eyelashes. He didn't wait for them, turned around and stepped on the snow in the corridor to the main banquet hall.

Following behind Lin Bozhou, Zhu Dong carefully licked his dry lips: "Brother, do you know that our princess's name is Meng Huan?"

"..."

Meng Huan: "Not sure."

He paused, "Maybe you know?"

"You also have Huan in your name."

Zhu Dong frowned, swallowed his saliva, and finally said what he had been thinking for a long time: "I really think that the prince is using you as a substitute for the princess!"

"..."