MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 42

The eunuchs were very confused and looked at each other.

Then, he saw the young man who was covered by Lin Bozhou's figure poking his head, and when he saw them, he burst into a cry: "Ah—"

Lin Bozhou turned his head and replied two words.

"go out."

The **** left in a hurry, and after he went out, he belatedly remembered to cover his eyes.

Hey, what are you worrying about in vain?

The husband and wife sing in harmony.

Meng Huan froze on the spot, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Lin Bozhou without turning around, "Have we been seen?"

This is to help Lin Bozhou Xiaogong, whether it is himself or him, he will be very angry after being witnessed! Embarrassed! embarrassed! of!

"I don't know," Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, "I can't see."

"..."

Although it is true, it sounds like something is wrong.

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, fastened the buttons of his lower clothes, and was relieved from the shame, and put the hot water sent by the servants on the screen.

"My lord, it's time to wash up." You Jin said as he entered the door.

Seeing him, Meng Huan relaxed a little.

For his own people came.

You Jin is the **** who watched over Lin Bozhou since he was a child. Eunuchs have no gender attributes, and serving Lin Bozhou is not like a court lady or a male servant. There will be embarrassment and inconsiderateness everywhere.

Handing Lin Bozhou to You Jin, Meng Huan twisted a clean handkerchief after cleaning his hands, washed his face, and listened to You Jin circling around Lin Bozhou: "My lord, raise your hand."

"My lord, turn your face away."

"Good lord, turn around again."

Their master-servant relationship is very good. At that time, You Jin was only twelve years old. As soon as he got clean, he went to the East Palace to serve the prince Lin Luan. Who knew that the prince was deposed, and followed him all the way to Guzhou. After Lin Bozhou was born, he He started to serve him, from his childhood to his adulthood, the relationship is very familiar.

— Equivalent to a male mother.

After Meng Huan washed his face, he stood by and watched Lin Bozhou.

He is extremely tall, but he never bows his head, asking You Jin to wipe his face with his feet. The eyelashes were covered with wet mist. Although the eyes were temporarily invisible, the condescending feeling did not diminish in the slightest.

Also suddenly, Lin Bozhou said, "Where is Huanhuan?"

He didn't hear Meng Huan's voice, so he started asking.

This question made Meng Huan's heart feel like something was clenched.

"Hey, my lord," You Jin smiled wryly, and turned to Meng Huan while smiling, "The concubine is watching from the side, why haven't you been so anxious for a while?"

Since Meng Huan entered the palace gate last night, he has been staying well and nothing happened. Lin Bozhou is also in a calm mood now, and their servants can see some clues.

Lin Bozhou likes Meng Huan, and he hopes that Meng Huan will be with him all the time, so that he can feel the ground in his heart.

He didn't see Meng Huan, and his anxiety seemed to come up again.

Meng Huan: "I'm here."

Lin Bozhou's brows were originally furrowed, but they slowly relaxed.

He still pursed his lips and said a few words softly.

"That's good."

Chen An came in from the door and brought the emperor's reply, saying: "I sent a message to the palace. Your Majesty is in a sad mood. I approve the prince to rest for a few more days, and return to the court after his eye disease recovers."

Lin Bozhou stood, waited for You Jin to comb his hair, and replied, "Yes."

"My lord," Chen An said anxiously, "Once this eye disease is committed, he will not be able to return to the court for ten and a half months. Everything is left to the cabinet, and there is too much room for them to intervene."

Chen An couldn't help but feel frustrated.

Although the bureaucrats in the government were also saddened by the recurrence of Lin Bozhou's eye disease, they were even more anxious about Lin Bozhou's ambition. The current situation is urgent, the court is changing rapidly, and the wind is turbulent. Lin Bozhou is blind and loses control of the court. It is completely in vain to give political opponents a chance.

"I'm sick, there's no other way," Lin Bozhou said, "I know it well, you can go down."

"yes."

Lin Bozhou said so, and Chen An naturally agreed, there is no other reason, although Lin Bozhou is in the palace, but his eyeliner and factory guards are all over the capital, and he knows every movement clearly.

At this time, the servants finally brought up the food.

The breakfast dishes are very light. There are not too many big fish and meat, but snow-white and rich broth, steamed buns and flower rolls, boiled milk, mixed with stir-fried and pickled vegetables, and there are the most types of porridge, with a total of eight kinds .

When Meng Huan replaced the chopsticks with spoons, he heard a "bang".

"My lord!!"

You Jin screamed.

Meng Huan turned his head and saw Lin Bozhou standing up from the chair, facing his direction, he didn't know whether he was going to come or what, his knee hit the corner of the table hard, and the table was shifted a little.

He lowered his head and didn't groan. The veins in his neck rose slightly, but it was obviously painful.

Meng Huan was stunned: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou's personality was arrogant, and most of the attendants saw him make a fool of himself, but they didn't see it by default, but You Jin yelled just now, and immediately closed his lips tightly, his eyes were full of worry.

Meng Huan understood. He took Lin Bozhou's hand, led him to the table and chair and sat down, and lifted up his trousers.

With his hand held down, Lin Bozhou said in a cold voice, "It's okay."

Meng Huan was inexplicably stubborn: "Let me see."

There was a stalemate for a while, and the hand that was holding him didn't move anymore. There was a small bruise on the knee. Meng Huan touched it with his fingertips, and blew on the wound: "Huh... it doesn't hurt."

The morning light casts mottled shadows in the hall.

The young man had fair eyebrows and clean eyes. He leaned against his leg, touched his wound, applied medicinal wine, and put his trousers down.

Lin Bozhou couldn't see anything, and his hearing was much stronger than usual when he was blind, so he hated noise, people talking non-stop, and screaming loudly. His heart was already irritated, and any restlessness would become the fuse of his anger.

But now, I feel a rare peace in my heart.

Meng Huan: "It's time to eat."

He randomly picked up a bowl from the eight kinds of porridge on the table, and sat down in front of Lin Bozhou: "Would you like tenderloin porridge?"

Lin Bozhou just nodded.

After Meng Huan scooped up a spoonful, tasted the heat and cold, then gently put it to his lips, "My lord, open your mouth."

Lin Bozhou's eyelids twitched. His lips were pale, and the upper half of his face was covered by a white gauze, making the bridge of his nose and lips especially cold. It was hard to imagine that a man like him, a man of heaven, would be reduced to being fed one day.

Once when he was blind and ate by himself, he accidentally splashed the soup on his clothes, but the servants only dared to cry beside him, and they didn't dare to remind him.

Reminding him will only humiliate his ego.

Lin Bozhou opened his lips, and the warm porridge was delivered to his lips. The spoon has a square handle and a round spoon, and one spoon is half full. His lips are pink and white, and when he puts it in his mouth, it seems that the porridge juice is overflowing.

Just as Meng Huan wanted to wipe him off with a silk handkerchief, Lin Bozhou stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips lightly.

"..."

Meng Huan paused, his mind blank.

For some reason, the way Lin Bozhou licked his spoon while eating with his eyes blindfolded made him feel something moved in his heart.

Dominance and submission, especially the powerful Lin Bozhou.

It seems a little bit of SM pleasure.

"..."

Surprised by his own thought, Meng Huan felt that he belonged to Xiao Huangwen and watched too much, his mind was full of yellow waste TvT, so he quickly dismissed this thought, took back the spoon and scooped another spoonful.

Lin Bozhou bowed his head and ate without saying a word.

After the initial strange feeling passed, all Meng Huan felt was that Lin Bozhou listened to his words in disbelief.

She lowered her eyebrows in front of him, because she was tall, she had to bend her back slightly to accommodate Meng Huan. When hearing Meng Huan's movement, although the eyes under the white gauze could not see anything, they would subconsciously turn to him.

—In the dark sight, look for the only light source.

Meng Huan's heart was inexplicably soft.

It seemed that something was being held tightly by him, and the strength faded away.

He also calmed down, just feeding him porridge and rice.

Halfway through the porridge in the bowl, someone came in at the door.

"My lord, Mr. Cui Ge heard that the lord's eye disease has relapsed, so he sent a hundred-year-old ginseng, and asked the lord to take good care of his body. He is waiting in the cabinet for the day when the lord recovers and returns to the cabinet."

A senior official of Lin Bozhou's level is sick, and sensible officials will come to visit. Even if Lin Bozhou thanked the guests behind closed doors, gifts and care must be delivered. This is the sophistication of the officialdom.

Meng Huan blinked, surprised: "The relapse last night, he knew this morning?"

Lin Bozhou: "I'm afraid I knew it earlier."

People in the imperial court were looking forward to Lin Bozhou's downfall, and they knew all about his news. At any time, there were people secretly watching his movements, and there might be their eyeliners in the palace.

For Lin Bozhou's eyes, except for the people in the palace who wished him well, the people outside the palace burned incense and worshiped Buddha to donate to the threshold, and each donated ten years of life to pray for Lin Bozhou's blindness, and he would never be able to see.

The attendant asked again: "My lord, that ginseng—"

"Come on."

Lin Bozhou said calmly, "Thank you for my king's kindness."

There was no expression of thanks in his voice.

It was very hot.

Next to the lotus pond, Meng Huan buried his head in writing, with his head lowered, his expression slightly depressed.

"The fruit is precious and Li Nai, the vegetables are heavy mustard and ginger. The sea is salty and the river is fresh, and the scales are submerged and the feathers are soaring." Shanshu had a stern face, holding a demonstration ruler with one hand while reading, and his expression was not the slightest kind.

— Even if Meng’s husband, Lin Bozhou, is sitting beside him.

After lunch, Lin Bozhou had nothing to do, so he followed Meng Huan to his literacy class.

Now, Lin Bozhou was wearing a white satin gown, his eyes were covered with white gauze, and he was sitting quietly in a chair with his head down, with a maid behind him slowly fanning. He closed his eyelids, wondering if he was asleep.

Hundreds of surnames, thousands of characters, things that the boy read when he was enlightened, Lin Bozhou could recite them fluently at the age of three, but he is twenty-six, but he has to listen to his wife recite them.

Shanshu: "Salty."

Meng Huan: "...No."

Shan Shu frowned, and slapped the ruler with a "crack!" sound.

Meng Huan: QAQ.

His scalp was numb, when he was thinking nervously.

In the ear, Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh.

When he smiled, Meng Huan knew that he was not asleep, but listening.

—It’s very similar to the kind of parents who sit in the back of the classroom and watch you when you are in school. No matter how stupid you are, he will not blame you. He will only be happy for the progress you have made, even if it is only a little bit.

Lin Bozhou is really very fatherly.

Meng Huan muttered, buried his head, and continued writing.

But thanks to this day after day, he is now familiar with the stroke structure of traditional Chinese characters, learning to write faster than before, and completed the learning tasks ahead of time.

Sitting to enjoy the shade, the mountain line came in along the corridor, bowed to Lin Bozhou first, and then asked about the mountain hub.

"Father, they asked me to ask, when will I be free to make an appointment at the recent Lantern Festival, to go drink by the Jin River together and see the beautiful scenery of fiery trees, silver flowers and summer nights."

They are clean-cut, literati, and they like to travel to the most lively places, drink and sing for clappers.

Shanshu twirled his beard, as if thinking about it.

Meng Huan raised his eyes and remembered the lantern festival outside the palace.

Although there is a curfew in Dazong, it will be slightly relaxed during the Lantern Festival, and the curfew will be delayed until midnight.

During this period of time, the whole city is relaxed and extremely lively. It is a good time full of lights and fireworks, and it is a very prosperous scene.

... must be beautiful, right?

Meng Huan thought for a while and turned to Lin Bozhou.

There were stars in his crooked eyes, and his white canine teeth showed when he smiled.

The voice was full of anticipation: "My lord, should we go out of the mansion to have a look?"