MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 128 end of text

The imperial decree was spread on the table, but Chen Que bowed his head respectfully and wrote with a pen, and a few strands of light from the coffin illuminated the dust between the bookshelves.

Emperor Xuanhe lay down on the ground in pain, his tears almost dried up, and Lin Bo showed mercy and said happily: "Physician Xuanhe."

"Yes, my lord."

The atmosphere in the cabinet was silent, waiting for the draft order with trepidation. After the imperial decree is drawn up, six parts will be issued and circulated to all officials, but there may be changes before the official enthronement. For example, Emperor Xuanhe claimed that he was forced to take the Zen seat due to the coercion of Lin Bozhou and needed the help of his officials, so the imperial edict for the Zen seat will not be counted.

During this period of time, Lin Bozhou will confine the abolished emperor and prevent him from citing any officials until the enthronement ceremony is completed.

Pei Xiyi brought the jade seal from Shang Baosi: "My lord, the imperial seal has arrived."

Chuan Guoxi, a small piece of jade, means:

Ordered by the sky, life will last forever.

The imperial power is granted by the gods, and it is orthodox and legal.

"Your Majesty is not feeling well. Before you formally ascend the throne, you should stay in Xiyuan to recuperate." After the imperial decree was sealed, Lin Bozhou brought it over. "I will keep the jade seal for the time being."

A piece of emerald green jade, a sacred national artifact mentioned in any court text, is extremely precious.

When moving to the side, Meng Huan couldn't help but take another look: "Is this Yuxi?"

Just as Lin Bozhou turned his back, he turned around when he heard this sentence: "Want to see?"

"Uh-huh."

Meng Huan accepted it hesitantly.

The cold and heavy touch, like an electric shock, made his mind blank for a while.

A forgotten plot in the original book came to mind, and the fragments overlapped to form a plot of the original owner who was rebelled and fought against the officials to fight for the jade seal.

At that time, the original owner was entrusted to suppress the rebels for the imperial court and became the favored minister of Emperor Xuanhe. He was so arrogant that he took the imperial seal without authorization. When the court officials found out, quite serious protests erupted.

Yuxi is the representative of the emperor, who can do anything but the emperor? Playing with the national seal is tantamount to coveting the throne.

At that time, Lin Bozhou... just because Emperor Xuanhe listened to the original owner's slander, he was deprived of the throne and demoted to a commoner, lost all his dignity, and was as embarrassed as a pig or a dog.

— That was the first time a jade seal appeared in the book.

——The situation is completely different from the current situation where Lin Bozhou and Zhizhu are in control, forcing the palace all the way to take charge of the national seal, and the power reaches the top.

The completely different ending made Meng Huan feel like a lifetime away.

He thought about it, maybe because of his arrival, many plots in the book no longer follow the original track, but develop in a better direction. Meng Huan also became a queen from the concubine who was afraid of Lin Bozhou's beheaded blood splashing on her body at the beginning.

very good.

...Although I am not smart enough, but it is also very useful.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan couldn't help laughing out his little white teeth.

Lin Bozhou was infected by his warm smile and smiled unconsciously: "What are you laughing at?"

Meng Huan's eyes brightened: "I'm happy."

"Happy?" Lin Bozhou pinched his face, squeezing his cheeks slightly, making his wife's face look like a small fish.

Meng Huan spoke vaguely: "Lin Bozhou, let go."

With a smile in his eyes, Lin Bozhou slowly seemed to pause, his voice lowered a lot: "My husband's baby, Huanhuan, has become the queen."

The words seem to be meaningful, and they are a little lower.

"No one can hurt you anymore."

There seemed to be a brief silence.

Meng Huan was grinning at him and paused.

"What?"

He wanted to ask, but Chen Que's imperial edict was written on the other end, please let Lin Bozhou's people carry six copies.

Meng Huan blinked and swallowed the words back to his stomach.

The next process was three requests and two rejections. The officials asked Lin Bozhou three times to accept the edict of the Zen throne, but Lin Bozhou refused the first two times to show humility, and only agreed to become the new emperor for the third time, and discussed with the officials on the auspicious day of enthronement.

Before ascending the throne as the new emperor, Lin Bozhou quickly took over the major affairs, replaced all the palace with his own people, and at the same time communicated with the civil and military officials of the court—

Now, everyone is staring at Lin Bozhou's actions after he took office.

Dazong is a declining imperial court, where corrupt officials are rampant, especially crony collusion. Meng Huan can't help but wonder if Lin Bozhou's actions after succeeding to the throne will start a massacre, and use thunder to wipe out this group of corrupt officials and reorganize them. A new look?

After all, in the original book, Lin Bozhou killed more than 20,000 people when he dealt with his cronies.

... He couldn't help but recall the month when Lin Bozhou paid homage to the Buddha in the Buddhist hall. Generally, if a devout worshiper has a pure and kind heart—

—Or, this person is involved in a heinous crime.

All this reminds that Lin Bozhou's methods of governing courtiers are extremely cruel.

Before the enthronement ceremony was held, Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou temporarily lived in the palace next to the cabinet, which was convenient for administration on weekdays.

Meng Huanhuai's thoughts coincided with most of the officials, because in the past few days, several third-rank officials hanged themselves in the mansion under pressure, and news of courtiers committing suicide came frequently.

It can be seen that Lin Bozhou's reputation as the living king of Hades has not diminished.

Enthronement day.

In the solemn and solemn Golden Temple, the front court is vast, civil servants and military officials are lined up, the high officials wear red official robes, and the lower ranks wear blue official robes, holding dental plates, neatly arranged. At this time, Wu Yangyang knelt down a large area, and his voice echoed in the palace.

"Your Majesty, I am old and unable to handle political affairs, please allow me to beg for bones!"

"Your Majesty, I recently developed a pustule on my back..."

"Your Majesty, I have a foot disease..."

"..."

Dozens of officials successively asked to retire from old age and return to their hometowns on the grounds of recuperating from illness.

Meng Huan sat on the seat beside the dragon chair, looked down at the group of black gauze hats, frowned slightly, and turned to see Lin Bozhou's reaction.

Generally speaking, when the new emperor succeeded to the throne, a group of old officials who feared being "liquidated" resigned, trying to retreat bravely, so as not to become victims when the new emperor re-divided the power domain.

However, it was embarrassing for everyone to resign as soon as they went to court.

The officials of the imperial court "fear Lin Bozhou like a tiger and wolf". If this is the case, the relationship between the monarch and his ministers will be tense, and it will be difficult for the imperial court to handle affairs.

"All your lovers are begging for bones, isn't the imperial court empty?" The new emperor's voice was gentle in the Ming hall.

Lin Bo Zhoumian in the dragon chair was dressed in a heavy suit, embroidered with a soaring golden dragon on his black robe, and his body was blushing. With one hand on his knees, he leaned forward slightly, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and everyone was sweating profusely on their backs.

Lin Bozhou listened to the request of the ministers to return to their hometown, and lightly lifted the twelfth **** that was hanging down with his long fingers, and chuckled: "I know that you are careful, and I am afraid that if you make a mistake and offend me, you will be punished by me." Punishment. However, I am now different from when I was in power in the past. Dazong has fought for a year, the treasury is empty, and the people are begging for mercy. There is nothing greater than inaction. Now Dazong should rest and recuperate. Aiqing has made mistakes in the past. Not only will I not blame the past, but I will also forgive the world. I hope that all love Qings will think about the future of Dazong and work together. , It’s good to overcome the difficulties together.”

The voice was in the Golden Luan Hall, the words were not heavy, but they were very clear.

The collective resignation of all the officials in the imperial court actually meant fighting against Lin Bozhou and playing a game between the monarch and his ministers. Lin Bozhou's words were soft, and he was sending a friendly message to them.

It was the first time for Meng Huan to listen to his husband's political training.

He was in a daze, focused on listening, and felt that he had returned to the time when he was just wearing a book.

Seems like you don't understand, **** it.

Would Lin Bozhou deliberately lower his education level when talking with him?

Looking back at the government affairs, Lin Bozhou's words seemed to be a reassurance. Fewer and fewer courtiers asked to resign, but some people still insisted. Lin Bozhou picked and agreed to a few, asked about some political matters, and announced his next court.

On the way to the cabinet, Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou looked at him with hesitant eyes several times on the way to the cabinet.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter? Just ask if you have something to say."

The palms are warm and comfortable when they hold each other. Meng Huancai asked earnestly in poor but envious words: "My lord, are there any treacherous ministers? When will they be punished?"

Lin Bozhou's words "don't blame the past" and "amnesty the world" seem to want to let this group of corrupt officials go.

"The time has not yet come. Being a husband inherits the Zen position, which is different from inheriting by blood. Now we must calm people's hearts and avoid new turmoil." Lin Bozhou's voice was very soft.

He took out a booklet from his sleeve and handed it to Meng Huan. Meng Huan flipped through it, and it was full of courtiers' names.

Many names, hooked in red circles, are like the book of life and death of Lord Yama.

Meng Huan raised his head, and the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curved slightly.

"these people…"

Lin Bozhou's smile is not a smile, the danger floating between the darkness and warmth, like the light, is very similar to when he was chanting Buddha in the Buddhist hall, under the ever-burning lamp, the white clothes were as clean as a Buddha's child, and the long and ferocious black shadow behind him was like a Buddha. It is the demon king Bo Xun who seeks the way.

"A sharp knife and three feet of white silk, it's too cheap for them. It's interesting to squeeze out their last use, and then chop off their heads. None of them can escape, and all of them will die."

The voice is soft-spoken.

Meng Huan looked around and bit his lower lip.

It turns out that, according to Lin Bozhou's character, the murder of a criminal will also cause the other party to die of hatred in the most painful time, otherwise it would not be Lin Bozhou.

However, only his back-chilling method and iron-blooded wrist can deter the imperial court, defeat wolves and tigers, and forcefully rebuild a new order on the fallen ruins.

Meng Huan looked at the roster for a while, and raised his dark eyes slightly: "Husband."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou stopped and waited for Meng Huan.

Against the sun, Meng Huan looked at him for a while: "You will definitely be a good emperor."

The tone is extremely serious.

"Really?" Lin Bozhou didn't expect Meng Huan to say this for a long time, so he smiled.

"You must be, you must be, you must be, I said." Meng Huan lightly pulled Lin Bozhou's sleeve, and circled him several times. Lin Bozhou felt helpless and had a headache. He smiled and took his wrist and hugged him in. In his arms, Weiliang's fingertips lightly touched his forehead.

"Okay, since Huanhuan earnestly reminded me, I will do my best for my husband,"

Lin Bozhou leaned forward slowly, raised his finger and raised his lower twelfth corner, his handsome eyebrows and eyes dyed with a thin light were revealed, and he stared at Meng Huan with his dark eyes.

The breath brushed the tip of the nose, and the sandalwood aroma came from the body.

Meng Huan blinked, and heard Lin Bozhou pause every word.

Like the most solemn promise.

"Be a good emperor that Huanhuan likes."

After Lin Bozhou succeeded to the throne, everything was left to be done.

As soon as the government was handed over, Lin Bozhou had to do everything by himself, and he personally handled all the memorials, and spent most of his time in the cabinet or the imperial study.

After the cabinet failed to find anyone, Meng Huan quickly walked into the imperial study room. Several courtiers discussing politics saw him and immediately bowed to him: "Meet the queen."

Lin Bozhou in the chair talked about the topic of disaster relief, and motioned to his side: "Sit here."

Meng Huan sat down and picked up a book and pretended to read it.

Among the ministers discussing the matter were Chen An, and a few local officials who had been newly promoted to the capital because of their outstanding political achievements. Seeing the Queen's arrival, they looked a little puzzled.

Chen An chuckled: "The empress is bored and bored in Kunning Palace on weekdays, and she often comes to her majesty to relieve her boredom. Your majesty never forbids it, and you don't have to be formal. Continue discussing what should be discussed."

"Yes, my lord," the magistrate withdrew his surprised gaze, vaguely remembering the rumors of the emperor and empress that the common people talked about when they entered Beijing, and said, "You can offend His Majesty, but you can't offend the middle palace."

The middle palace is the treasure of the new emperor. Emperor Tianze is like the light and the dust, the light is like the moon, and he treats the officials with a spring breeze, but he is furious when the officials ask to select beautiful girls for the harem.

It is said that at that time, the Empress Zhonggong was attended by her courtiers and helped to arrange for the concubines in the harem to give birth to Emperor Tianze's heirs. The rain and dew were all wet, and Zhonggong Qi's eyes were red. When she turned around and complained to Emperor Tianze, all the courtiers who spoke up at that time were beaten Tingzhang.

The one who wanted to dedicate his daughter to His Majesty even resigned from his post.

Emperor Tianze said: "I and the empress cannot conceive children, but I have my own decision in my heart to establish the country, why should you come to discuss it?"

While the magistrate was still distracted, Emperor Tianze's quiet and dignified voice came to his ears: "The prefect of Hangzhou."

He straightened his back: "The minister is here!"

"Report the situation."

The magistrate immediately said: "Yes!"

Facing Emperor Tianze respectfully, he talked about the situation of the people under his rule.

After hearing this, Meng Huan didn't know much about it.

Lin Bozhou did not make any major moves in the court for the time being, but he began to select local officials from all over the territory of the Dazong Kingdom to go to Beijing to inquire and understand the people's sentiments. This abnormal desire to control the people's sentiments in the whole country has never been seen in the emperor except the founding emperor and the emperors who are well-clothed and well-fed in later generations. Pass.

As the evening approached, the magistrate was still in good spirits: "Your Majesty! I have also written a book called "Ten Days Book", which highlights current problems and includes some solutions! Your Majesty—"

Lin Bozhou drank tea and stopped talking, Chen An said with a smile: "Go back and rest first, Your Majesty is tired, we can talk about it another day."

The young talents exited the imperial study with great joy, and Meng Huan put down the book in his hand and looked at Lin Bozhou boredly: "Are you still approving the papers?"

Lin Bozhou: "No approval."

"Then we're going back to the house?" Meng Huan looked like a child waiting for his parents to get off work.

"good."

"Great!"

The weather in the palace is hot and dry, even in the evening, it is unavoidable to be hot, and there is always hot air blowing from the corridors.

Meng Huan let Lin Bozhou hold his hand, sweating from the palm of his hand, and walked all the way back to Kunning Palace.

"Today is your birthday, and a celebration should have been held," Lin Bozhou said, "but the enthronement was in a hurry, and many rituals were not prepared, and there was no time to arrange for your birthday."

Holding hands, Meng Huan walked flickeringly: "You are enough."

The sound made the shaking and pulling of the wrist intermittent.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and couldn't help but smile. After entering the hall, he changed into lighter clothes and rolled up his cuffs. He looked dignified and casual: "Cook a sumptuous meal tonight."

Meng Huan hummed and followed behind his butt.

It's a bit helpless to say that after Meng Huan entered the palace, he ate a lot of fish and meat for a few days, and he actually spoiled his stomach and started to picky eaters. Lin Bozhou went down early on weekdays, and when he was free, he would order some dishes for Meng Huan and supervise him to eat, so that Meng Huan could behave a little better.

The maids and eunuchs all went out tactfully at this time, and there were only a few people left in the dining room. Lin Bozhou lifted the lid of the small pot, put several kinds of cleaned dried mushrooms into the chicken soup pot that had been simmering for several hours, washed the fish and put them on the boil. In a hot oil pan, fry the fish skins on both sides, smell the burnt aroma, start the pan, re-burn the bottom material and put the fish to stew.

Lin Bozhou was busy with administration, but every few days he would always get something to eat for Meng Huan and take care of him, simply because he wanted to make Meng Huan happy.

Meng Huan had a sudden thought: "Husband, if you let the courtiers know that you cook for me, will they talk about you again?"

"This is our business," Lin Bozhou focused on the pot, "no one can control it."

The tone seemed very flat, but since Meng Huan married him, any pressure from public opinion was borne by Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan's eyes were bright, and the tails of his eyes were curved when he smiled.

Lin Bozhou: "What are you laughing at?"

Meng Huan said warmly, "I'm not laughing at anything."

The boy blinked, his eyes were moist and bright, like a deer.

The mind is all in the eyes.

After careful calculation, Meng Huan was only nineteen years old.

From the time he first entered the palace to the moment he was in the world with him, it took a year in the blink of an eye, and he didn't expect the time to go so fast.

Lin Bozhou sighed softly, squeezed half a pastry in his hand, and sent it to his lips: "Open your mouth."

Meng Huan opened her lips: "Ah—"

Lin Bozhou's fingertips rubbed against his lips.

He turned around and continued to add vegetables to the pot, his lips felt clear to the touch, as if he had been stung lightly by electricity.

Meng Huan lightly licked his lower lip, his lips were hot, feeling the temperature left by Lin Bozhou, he stood up complacently and rubbed against his back.

"Husband, husband, husband." Meng Huan coquettishly possessed her body.

Lin Bozhou filled the fish out.

Meng Huan took a bite with chopsticks, her eyes were hot with tears, and hugged him from behind again: "Husband woo woo woo woo..."

"..." Lin Bozhou turned his head, pinched his chin, and carefully looked at his reddened lips.

"It didn't burn the skin, remember to blow it cold next time and eat it. How will Huanhuan live without me?" Lin Bozhou said helplessly.

Meng Huan also nodded desperately, sincerely: "How can I live without you?!"

Lin Bozhou pulled him to the stool next to him and sat down, and said seriously: "Sit down, and come over to eat after finishing the meal."

Meng Huan sat obediently.

Lin Bozhou poured the longevity noodles with chicken broth stewed in the pot, sprinkled some chopped green onion, covered the white noodles with poached eggs, and handed them to Meng Huan.

"Eat a bowl of longevity noodles."

Meng Huan took the bowl, took a sip of the noodle soup, and purred like a kitten.

He ate deliciously, and was quiet for a while. Lin Bozhou squatted in front of him, the shadow fell, and he didn't know what came to mind and asked: "Did your father write?"

Meng Huan paused: "What?"

His dark eyes met Lin Bozhou's, as if he didn't understand.

Father, Meng Xueming.

After coming to the capital, Lin Bozhou also took Meng Xueming back, but something went wrong when Meng Xueming and Meng Huan met. After more than ten years of raising him, he knew best whether this man was his son.

Meng Huan also wanted to pretend to be his son at the beginning, but the two of them felt awkward pretending to be ignorant, so they chatted stiffly, then turned to Meng Xueming and asked Lin Bozhou to transfer him back to the original place. Very good, I can't bear the local water and soil.

Meng Xueming left the capital again.

Only then did Meng Huan realize: "You said the letter from my father?"

"Well. Isn't it your birthday? He didn't write to you?"

Meng Huan's eyes became restless in an instant, he swallowed the chicken soup, his brows and eyes tensed.

He slowly picked the noodles in the bowl, absent-mindedly: "...Maybe my father is too busy and forgets the time."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he didn't quite believe this sentence.

How could he forget? There is a high probability that Meng Xueming knows it is not him and wants to be a stranger to him.

But I also understand that no one likes a son who has changed his soul. Meng Huan was in a daze, silently distracted.

Lin Bozhou watched, his heart suddenly fell into silence, and there was a burst of pain after a needle prick.

Meng Huan, how could it be the original Meng Huan.

Since the day he stepped into the palace last year, he has been alone.

Until now, no father and no mother.

The only family member is himself who has become his husband.

Lin Bozhou's fingers clenched tightly in his sleeves, his brows were slightly furrowed because of distress, and he looked into Meng Huan's eyes: "I probably forgot, but it's not important. I have a husband by your side, and I will always accompany you on your birthday, and always watch over you." at your side."

The gloom in Meng Huan's eyes was dispelled, and the back of his ears turned red: "Yeah."

He didn't expect anything imaginary either. With Lin Bozhou, he felt at ease.

Holding hands by Lin Bozhou, he hooked them with unknown meaning: "So, to be Huanhuan's father and mother, and also to be her husband?"

"..." Meng Huan suddenly felt that something was wrong, put the bowl away and ran outside, "Hmph, I don't want to eat, I want to play for a while."

Meng Huan sprinkled the bowl and ran to the square in front of the hall. It was half dark, the sky was dark, and the sky was falling high, with a few shadows of trees and bamboos.

There were several tubes of fireworks on the ground, which were placed here by Meng Huan.

Lin Bozhou followed him to the square, but Meng Huan hid somewhere and was nowhere to be seen.

Turned around: "Huanhuan?"

no answer.

What about hide and seek?

When Lin Bozhou walked under a tree, footsteps approached from behind, and a pair of cool hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Out of sight."

"..."

The emptiness and dense darkness suddenly hit, Lin Bozhou's eyelashes trembled, his spine stiffened, as if he had been hit by something, and his footsteps stayed in place.

When he was tense, he felt Meng Huan's excited and agitated voice behind his ears, and his mood immediately eased, his hands dropped, and he stood obediently without moving.

Meng Huan said, "Guess I—"

But his voice suddenly stopped.

Lin Bozhou's eyelashes were long, and he gently rubbed his palm, and the feeling of rubbing made him return to the cold night in Liaodong last year in a trance.

At that time, Lin Bozhou's eye disease relapsed, and the cold wind blew all the way. In the mountain temple, Meng Huan fondled the corners of Lin Bozhou's eyes, but his fingers were covered with blood from his eyes.

Lin Bozhou's eyes...his eyes...

Her mind seemed to wake up, Meng Huan let go of her hand like a needle prick: "Husband, you are afraid of the dark."

But as soon as he left his hand, Lin Bozhou pressed his eyes and closed them again, pressing them tightly, in order to match Meng Huan's interest in playing games.

"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore." Lin Bozhou said.

Meng Huan was stunned: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I was really scared before. I couldn't see anything in the dark." Lin Bozhou smiled slightly, and his soft voice fell on Meng Huan's palm, as if feathers were lightly scratching.

"I'm not afraid of the dark now, nor when I'm blind, because—"

He paused, didn't know what to think of, and smiled.

"Someone lit a lamp in my eyes."

The words were clear, and with a gust of night wind in between, they suddenly hit my heart.

Meng Huan's mind went blank, as if something had struck him, his fingers trembled, his throat felt a slight swelling, and his heart felt numb.

"Lin Bozhou..."

Countless images flashed through his mind.

Afraid of the dark... staying in the dark...

Lin Bo fell off his horse from a boat, and his eyes were bleeding from the ice.

Lin Bozhou worked so hard for the government, but was slandered as a traitor and poured with dirty water.

Lin Bozhou knelt in front of the monarch's bed, and there was a strong wind and rain outside the palace.

Lin Bozhou's eye disease relapsed, and his wife was kidnapped by Master Zhu Li.

Lin Bozhou devoted himself to resisting the foreign enemies, and on the day of the great victory, his credit was taken away.

Lin Bozhou fled to Liaodong blind, destitute and blood-hated, being hunted down...

All of this is the darkness he experienced, not only invisible to the eyes, but also invisible to the heart.

How could he not be afraid of the dark, how could he...

Meng Huan sniffed, about to be swallowed by this sadness, breathing hard, Lin Bozhou lowered his head slightly, and clenched his thin fingers tightly.

"Before I met you, I had been living in the dark. I was not used to the light, and I didn't want to come out. When I met you, such a bright and warm light was only for me. I couldn't help but want to look at you, keep walking, Go straight, to a place where there is no darkness."

Lin Bozhou put down Meng Huan's hand, and met those wet eyes.

"Huanhuan."

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

Lin Bozhou spoke each word slowly, but clearly, reaching the eardrum—

"You are the light of the night."

The night wind blew away in an instant, knocking the shadows of the treetops into pieces and shaking them endlessly, like a gust of wind rising from the ground, sweeping everything.

There was silence in his ears, and Meng Huan couldn't hear anything clearly. In the vast universe, there were only him and Lin Bozhou, only these words, and the endless pain and weakness in his heart.

... After a long time, Meng Huan's fingers moved slightly.

Lin Bozhou took him by the hand and said, "Set off the fireworks."

Behind the shadows of trees in the forest, several bright spots of light rose from the ground and exploded, illuminating the corrugated walls and eaves corners of the imperial city.

On the square, two figures standing side by side looked up at the night sky intertwined with light and dark, their eyes filled with broken light.

— Man is a new year.

—Dawn is a new dynasty.

May the new year be better than the old one.

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