MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 21 (1)

Lin Bozhou pulled out his wet fingers.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Meng Huan immediately felt a little dissatisfied and at a loss, and continued to approach him, as if to find his hidden treasure, with puzzled eyes: "Honey, why don't you let me kiss you?"

His entire face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were moist, and he looked damp.

Lin Bozhou pinched his chin and lowered his eyelashes: "Is the alcohol so strong?"

His movement showed refusal, Meng Huan seemed a little annoyed, and slammed his head into his arms heavily, rubbing his head, and said in a soft voice, "Aren't you my husband? What's wrong with my dear?"

Emotions flashed in Lin Bozhou's eyes, and he said patiently, "What is husband?"

"Husband..." Meng Huan's head became hot, and he changed his posture again, which made Lin Bozhou's eyes darken again. Meng Huan really couldn't figure it out, "Husband means husband."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips twitched slightly; "What does your husband mean?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Yes! Husband's meaning!"

When Meng Huan was drunk, he seemed to be more willful than usual, not so considerate, and his personality was more delicate and clingy. Lin Bozhou was amused, "So Huanhuan called her husband just now when she called her?"

Meng Huan was really a little confused, he was drunk and had only a little consciousness, the word husband was spinning in his mind, husband, that is a very close person, he looked up at Lin Bozhou: "Yes, it is called Husband, Husband hugs hug."

With a cute and cute voice, Lin Bozhou slowly raised his eyebrows.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect Meng Huan to be so clingy and cute when he was alienated from him when he was drunk and not sober.

The clingy and cute Meng Huan rubbed his forehead, tugged at the clothes with both hands, muttered softly, and then pulled the clothes hard, revealing his white and red shoulders, and muttered, "Honey, it's so hot!" .”

"..."

This is a carriage driving on a thoroughfare, the attendants and the coachman are just a few steps away, and you can hear everything clearly. Lin Bozhou raised his hands to hold his clothes tighter, "Huanhuan, good boy, I'll take off my clothes when I go back."

But Meng Huan was really hot, his blood was surging and boiling, not only the general heat, but also an indescribable strange energy. With a blushing face, he lay down in Lin Bozhou's arms, subdued for a short time: "Then go back and take off...but I'm really hot."

But Lin Bozhou was cold. Meng Huan gently moved his forehead forward and pressed it against his forehead, pursing his lips as if absorbing the coolness, and made a "huhu~" sound.

With such an intimate gesture, Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Meng Huan.

The young man's eyes were blurred and foggy, hot air mixed with the smell of alcohol fell on his lips, his whole face was blushed, he seemed to be tortured by the hot tide, and he couldn't bear it: "Honey, it's so hot, so hot..."

While humming and chirping, he still didn't forget to be coquettish, like a piece of sweet cake, it was about to melt on him.

With an indecent posture, Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand to straighten him. His brows and eyes were calm, and just as his hand touched Meng Huan's shoulder, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his lips were suddenly licked lightly.

"Well…"

Meng Huan started to kiss him.

In Meng Huan's mind, this is her husband, her intimate husband, so what can't he do? He kissed Lin Bozhou's cold lips, and immediately the heat dissipated and he felt a lot more comfortable. Then he turned his face and pressed his lips against his thin cold lips.

"..." Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, trying to avoid, "Huanhuan—"

"Yeah, husband, Huanhuan is here~" Meng Huan happily responded, pecking and kissing his lips, kissing and smiling, his eyes curved.

Lin Bozhou was a little overwhelmed, so he frowned and remained silent for a while.

On the carriage, the two servants serving Lin Bo's seat lowered their eyes, looking at their noses and their hearts, pretending not to see all this, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Lin Bozhou had never brought anyone into a carriage before, and even did such a disregard of etiquette on the street like now. Even if a corner of this curtain is blown up by the wind, revealing a glimmer of light, the reputation of their Regent Lin Bozhou will become a tyrant who is not only arbitrarily arbitrary, but also romantic, dissolute, and licentious!

Lin Bozhou's reputation was already bad.

—If you add an obscenity.

At once! Complete! over! up!

Lin Bozhou also realized this and tried to stop Meng Huan.

But the young man's lips were soft, clinging to him, rubbing his lips in a random way, and a suppressed low breath came from his throat: "Uh...uh..."

Really clingy, like a little wife desperate for attention.

Lin Bozhou turned his head on his side, and there was a little redness behind his ears that was too light to be seen. He supported his shoulders with both hands, and looked rational: "Huanhuan, this can't be done."

"No, no," Meng Huan posted anxiously, "I want to kiss, I want to kiss."

Lin Bozhou gritted his teeth lightly, and after a short thought, he gave an order: "Come on, drag Madam away."

The attendant answered "Yes" and hurried forward, knelt down to grab Meng Huan's arm. But after Meng Huan kissed his lips in a mess, he kissed Lin Bozhou's face again, with hot breath, from his chin to the tip of his nose, he slowly kissed Lin Bozhou's slender eyelids, and said, "Baby."

The moment his eyelids were wet and hot, Lin Bozhou's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, his fingers unconsciously let go, and he turned his eyes to meet Meng Huan's dark eyes.

Meng Huan's eyes were pure and flawless, and he kissed close to him with a low smile, as if he was kissing something precious. After kissing the left side and then the right side, he lifted Lin Bozhou's chin, and took the whole picture of her husband. Lifting his face, he looked at him seriously with his attitude.

"..."

Under his gaze, Lin Bozhou's lips moved, and he turned his gaze away inexplicably.

Eyes are Lin Bozhou's hidden disease. No one dares to mention or touch his most vulnerable place.

And Meng Huan approached so easily, and branded a kiss on his wound.

Meng Huan wanted to kiss him again, but the attendant grabbed his wrist and let out a soft cry of pain. Lin Bozhou returned to the basket rationally, stretched out his hand reflexively, and tightened the hand holding Meng Huan.

"Go down."

The servant quickly backed away.

"What are you touching me for?" Meng Huan muttered to express his dissatisfaction, then leaned back into his arms, resting his chin on his shoulders, sweating all over his body: "Honey, I still want to kiss..."

He was clingy like a perpetual motion machine, rubbing back and forth in his arms, his movements were not even clingy, intentionally or unintentionally, he put his legs around his waist.

Sensing something unusual, Lin Bozhou raised his eyes. Unable to vent his energy, Meng Huan was hot all over his body, and his clothes were so hot with sweat. He was so wronged, he looked up at Lin Bozhou, and uttered a weak low voice: "Husband, touch me."

Lin Bozhou reached out and stroked his face: "Is that so?"

Meng Huan licked his lips, seemingly dissatisfied. But before he opened his mouth, he looked warily at the attendant who was trying to drag him away just now, and then leaned close to Lin Bozhou's ear, breathing out a sweet and drunk breath, "No."

Breathing shallow, whispering posture.

Lin Bozhou put his arms around his waist and cooperated with him: "Huh?"

Meng Huan's voice was very soft, with a slightly hoarse tone, obedient and soft: "Honey, it's not about touching your face."

"Then where do you touch?"

Meng Huan pressed against his earlobe, her voice was hoarse, and she gestured anxiously, "Touch here, husband, touch here for me."

"..."

Meng Huan thought his voice was lowered, but it was not lowered. The two attendants he avoided heard, their heads were sweating like rain, and they were so embarrassed that they wanted to jump off the carriage, but as expected of having followed Lin Bozhou for many years, they just buried their heads Lower, self-defeating hearing.

Lin Bozhou thought he didn't hear the words so boldly, and repeated: "What?"

Meng Huan looked confused, and said again: "Touch me—"

The last two words were pinched back by Lin Bozhou's throat. He gritted his teeth lightly, and there was a faint smell of blood from the bite. His throat rolled, and he asked as calmly as possible: "Is it hard?"

Meng Huan nodded, pitifully: "Uncomfortable, itchy."

Lin Bozhou: "Can't bear it at all?"

"I can't take it anymore." Meng Huan hugged him tightly.

He was muttering, seemed a little frustrated, put his arm through his neck, leaned in and took a light bite. The bite didn't hurt, and it was quite flirtatious, but it was wet. It was obvious that the young man was trying his best to endure it, but he still couldn't help venting on him.

Meng Huan's voice was sticky, and he was about to cry: "When will my husband touch me?"

Faced with Meng Huan's warm invitation, Lin Bozhou opened his lips, and his eyes flashed with extremely complicated emotions. He put his arm around the person so as not to fall, and finally turned his head to the side, and asked the attendant: "Does this happen when you're drunk? "

Beside, the attendant said something between the gaps: "Your Majesty, Ma'am should be a traditional Chinese medicine."

Lin Bozhou: "What medicine?"

"The love potion."

Lin Bozhou: "How are you sure?"

"..." The attendant's expression was somewhat awkward, "Anyone who has used the love potion knows that."

Only an old virgin like Wang Ye can't think of it all the time, and he looks so **** anxious.

"How to solve it?" Lin Bozhou asked after a pause.

"There is no cure, it can only be vented."

leak out?

When Lin Bozhou said this, Meng Huan still persisted in kissing him, gently fiddled with his jade crown and hair, pinched his white earlobe, and kissed him again after being gently moved away. At the same time, he gently took Lin Bozhou's hand, and pointed it under his clothes: "Husband, husband, I want to touch now..."

The guards blushed.

What a naughty little goblin.

People who are familiar with Lin Bozhou know that his character is actually very upright, not close to beauty. But at this moment, being pestered by Meng Huan to kiss, touch, and hug was so frivolous, he frowned, and instead of pushing away with extreme shame and disgust, he whispered patiently and gently: "Okay , Huanhuan is obedient, wait a little longer."

"..."

As soon as Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Meng Huan blocked his lips again and asked for a kiss.

His lips were slightly cold and wet from his licking. The boy was quite wronged, why wouldn't the husband even kiss him? I was so wronged that I was anxious, my voice was choked up, and my eyes were red: "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou made his heart hurt from screaming.

But in the presence of such a large audience, etiquette, justice, and shame were in his mind, and he frowned, as if he was in a state of embarrassment, and turned his eyes to the attendant: "How can Madam feel better?"

"The prince only needs to obey the wishes of the wife. Whatever the wife wants, the prince will give it."

"I want to kiss..."

Meng Huan expressed his appeal in a low voice.

After getting the answer, Lin Bozhou's calm and handsome face was a little lost for the first time. After a while, he lowered his eyelashes, reached out and hooked Meng Huan's back neck, turned his head, and pressed his lips tightly.

Meng Huan was dizzy before his eyes, his waist was hugged heavily, and the warmth and softness he wanted finally covered his lips.

The man's scent was a mixture of gloomy sandalwood breath and enthusiasm, which made people not feel too wild, but the kiss was long and long, showing sufficient patience and sense of control, trying to arouse his pleasure.

"Well…"

When the tip of his tongue came in, Meng Huan felt he couldn't breathe. He tightly grasped Lin Bozhou's shirt with his little hands, and turned away.

But as soon as he moved away, his jaw was pinched and turned back, and his lips covered again.

Lin Bozhou kissed him very slowly, tenderly and seductively, full of indescribable provocativeness and attraction, Meng Huan was anxious at first, and couldn't get enough of the kiss, so he couldn't help it, and made a little noise unbearably . (just dear, nothing else)

"Um…"

In the next second, the curtain was pulled open: "My lord—"

Yamako wants to ask what the strange movement in the carriage is.

But the moment the light shone into the carriage, there was a "swipe", Shan Xing moved very quickly, and sealed the curtain tightly again, so that no light could penetrate.

Lips pressed together, Lin Bozhou turned his eyes and glanced at the curtain of the horse. Without saying a word, he clasped Meng Huan's hair tightly with his fingers, pinched his pink earlobe, and did not stop the long kiss.

The space in the carriage wasn't too big, and Meng Huan lay in his arms so soft that he would almost melt into water, and there were two trembling attendants standing a few feet away.

The two attendants looked desperate.

Lying grass.

so awkward!

help!

Let us out!

There was the sound of whipping outside the carriage, and it began to accelerate, driving towards the Prince Regent's Mansion at an unprecedented speed.

After finally ending the kiss, Meng Huan lay in his arms, completely exhausted, and fell silent for a while. What was in his mind was a drowsy feeling that was even more dizzy than after drinking alcohol. The tip of his tongue even had a numb feeling of losing consciousness, but it was really comfortable.

Lin Bozhou stroked Meng Huan's red and swollen lips: "Are you feeling better?"

Meng Huan shook his head, but did not speak.

But it's not that he didn't answer Lin Bozhou's words, but slowly moved his little hand down and made a strange gesture.

He was only halfway through when he stopped suddenly and looked back at the two attendants.

Attendant: "?"

Meng Huan licked his lips for the next time, and turned his back a little awkwardly, as if he was hiding something, he leaned close to Lin Bozhou's ear and whispered, "My husband, let me show you...it's even more uncomfortable here."

"..."

The attendants were still a little unresponsive.

But they saw Lin Bozhou, who was always calm and rational, suddenly pressed his hand, and the tense and thin wrist bones showed blue veins, showing the panic visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Lin Bozhou felt nervous that things were turning out of his control. He took a deep breath, and stared at Meng Huan with his dark brown eyes, stern and serious.

"Huanhuan, you can't take off your clothes and pants in the carriage."

"Oh." Enraged by him, Meng Huan fastened his clothes obediently.

He just wanted to show her husband how uncomfortable he was now.

Since my husband said not to watch it now, then don't watch it.

After Meng Huan **** his clothes, he moved to Lin Bozhou's side, and said in a wet voice reeking of alcohol, "Then go back and take it off for my husband to see."

The voice is sweet, drunk, well-behaved and cute, as if she likes him so much that she is willing to give him everything.

What I want to show him is indeed a place that is too private.

Lin Bozhou even saw it just now, just as Meng Huan said, waiting for his hands to touch him. Even willing to show him that kind of place, the matter is no longer something that can be explained clearly in a few words.

That line is becoming more and more blurred.

"Why aren't you home yet?" Meng Huan said anxiously to himself.

Lin Bozhou lowered his head, rubbed his fingers lightly, and finally asked, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm in a hurry to go home, what does Huanhuan want to do?"

"Ah?" Meng Huan leaned closer to his ear, his breath rolled over his ear, hot, but his voice was still clean and pure, "Go back, of course my husband will help me."

"How about helping Huanhuan?"

Meng Huan's voice was even softer, but that simple syllable was very obscene and dirty, but he said it very affectionately: "—Huanhuan."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, as if something had exploded in his mind that had been silent for many years, the water was surging, and the ripples could no longer be calm. He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Huan.

The young man's eyes are bright, without any hypocrisy or pretense, like deer's eyes, the word he said is only close, not mixed with obscenity and intimacy.

He seemed to trust him so much, to give his all to him.

Lin Bozhou has never encountered such an extremely attractive mood.

He had always been very suspicious, and he also suspected that after meeting Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin, Meng Huan suddenly became so delicate and soft after meeting Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin, that he was deliberately seducing him to fall. But at this time, the inside seemed to have collapsed, and the heart that had been frozen all year round was bubbling, which was hard to restrain.

Lin Bozhou breathed heavily in his chest, his eyes fixed on Meng Huan, and the breath he sent out heated up, word by word: "Are you sure, do you want to help Huanhuan for your husband?"

Meng Huan's voice was greasy: "Yes, I really want it."

The carriage stopped, and the thoughts stopped abruptly.

The tense string in Lin Bozhou's mind finally broke, his brows and eyes were shaded, the familiar predatory feeling came back to his face, and he bent his lips and smiled: "Huanhuan, now you are probably unconscious, not at all. You know what you are talking about, maybe you will regret it when you wake up, but since you have made a decision..."

A lingering black mist filled his eyes, and his voice was gentle and cruel.

"From now on, never try to escape again."

It is an iron rule that horses and carriages do not enter the palace, but today the carriage drove into the palace and went straight to Lin Bozhou's bedroom. This was the first time since there was the Prince Regent's Palace.

Meng Huan was carried to the dormitory by Lin Bozhou, and before leaving, everyone heard him cheering "Finally home!" The rest of the attendants led the horse and led it back to the stable, talking to Shan Xing: "Brother Shan, alas."

Shan Xing also "ah", "ah" and said: "Understand, understand, the prince is twenty-six now, and has never married a wife or touched a beautiful woman. It is normal for him to be unable to control the movement in the car for a while."

Several people got their faces right and scratched their chins one after another.

It's not clear what the situation is either.

In the bedroom, Meng Huan was gently placed on the bed.

The buttons of his clothes had been unbuttoned a long time ago, and it was Lin Bozhou who fastened them for him so that they would not be untidy. But now as soon as he put it down, his red shoulders were exposed. He gently grabbed the bed sheet and looked at Lin Bozhou: "Husband."

I don't know why he keeps calling him this strange name.

Instead of calling her husband.

This proves that maybe Meng Huan doesn't know who he is.

But Lin Bozhou didn't want to think about it anymore, he responded, untied the court clothes that symbolized his power, and also took off the fingers on his hands. His strong hands that handled official documents and wrote beautifully found Meng Huan's body.

What he wants, what he gives.

Until Meng Huan didn't want it anymore, he still kept giving it.

The zenith of the sleeping hall is carved with dragon and phoenix beams, the lines are very complicated, but when the eyes are soaked in sweat and can't see clearly, in the ups and downs and shaking, you can also experience a kind of dizzy beauty.

When the ripples in Meng Huan's body fluctuated, even with his eyes closed, he could still see the pattern on the ceiling of the bedroom.

The night in the palace suddenly became longer.

In the dead of night, You Jin, the **** who usually came to take care of Lin Bozhou to bathe and sleep, entered the dormitory. He was just about to go in, but was blocked by the **** who was on duty in the dormitory in the afternoon.

You Jin was holding the handkerchief. He actually heard about the prince coming back with his wife in his arms in the afternoon, and asked, "Is it over?"

"It's not over." The little **** said.

You Jin was shocked: "It's not over yet, it's been several hours."

The little eunuch's expression was really struggling: "My lord, it's too..."

"What?" You Jin asked in a low voice.

"It's too..." He tried to describe it, "It's too much. Madam has been crying for a long time since she came back and started crying again, but the prince just won't come out."

You Jin: "Madam is crying, maybe it's because she doesn't want to."

The little **** agreed: "Yes, it's not that I don't want to cry like that."

You Jin tilted her orchid fingers a little bit motherly, and said, "It's great, there are really people around the prince, alas." He said, and wiped his tears, "We servants can occasionally take care of the prince, but we don't care about the prince." You can't take care of everything. Many things have to be said by the person next to the pillow. I hope that Madam is a good-hearted person who can take good care of the prince for us and the old concubine. Those around him know how much the prince has suffered—”

He stopped talking and squatted under the eaves, waiting for Lin Bozhou to be summoned.

In ancient times, this was not good. The wooden door was pasted with paper, and the sound insulation was not very good. It can't be said to be intentional, but the voice inside can always come out a little, high and low, intermittent.

You Jin grinned when he heard it: "Our family watched the prince grow up, and I never thought we could see him today."

Little eunuch: "..."

You are so perverted.

Not long after, the hot water provider was waiting outside.

After waiting for a while, a **** came out of the door: "Bring hot water."

Everyone went in, and across the screen, there were two vague figures on the bed. The air was filled with the heat mixed with sandalwood, faint but ubiquitous, proving that there had been intense **** in the room.

Pour hot water into the big wooden barrel, You Jin asked outside: "My lord, do you want my servant to serve you?"

"No need." The male voice came hoarse.

After a while, the screen was half-opened, and Lin Bozhou came out wearing a white inner robe, which was draped loosely, with damp hair hanging down to his ears and neck, and there were a few tooth marks and scratches on his shoulders.

He looked lazy, and the darkness between his brows seemed to be thicker, showing a sense of moisture nourished by rain, and he was handsome. His eyes were half-lidded, his thoughts were languidly composed, and his attention was on the hot water in the wooden barrel.

You Jin: "My lord, madam..."

"Madame is asleep."

To put it a bit nicely, the main reason is that the madam fainted, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

You Jin nodded: "Then do you want me to—"

"No need."

Why are eunuchs always serving people? Eunuchs are a sad group, who sacrificed their lower body in exchange for a chance to serve the heavenly family. Without masculinity, they are entitled to trust.

However, no matter who it is, Lin Bozhou does not want others to get close to the things he cares about. This is the consensus in the palace. Just like any government affairs he has to do by himself.

Obviously, Lin Bozhou doesn't want anyone to touch Meng Huan now.

You Jin took the order: "Yes."

The hot water was full, Lin Bozhou said: "Let's all go out."

You Jin retreated to the door.

"Stop." Lin Bozhou's hoarse voice stopped him again.

"What else does your lord want?"

"Go to Chen An,"

Lin Bozhou rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers, feeling a little sleepy, but narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and seemed to be in a good mood, "I'm looking for him, imitating the documents of my wife, Concubine Jin."

Concubine Jin?

Become a princess?

The palace finally has another master?

The handkerchief in You Jin's hand almost fell to the ground, unable to restrain his excitement for a moment, he nodded suddenly: "Yes!"

Falling into a coma, Meng Huan felt that he was having a dream.

At first, it was a sweet dream, dreaming that he was sailing on the blue sea and blue sky, and he drifted with the current, his body and mind were soaked by the warm wind and water, floating like a pink jellyfish, comfortable and happy.

But slowly, the sky turned into a pitch-black sky covered with dark clouds, and the raindrops fell in big and big ones, hitting his face and body, making him wet all over, and it became an unbearably hot and humid climate.

He began to feel uncomfortable, and violently wanted to break free from the stuffy feeling, but his whole body seemed to be bound by a net, getting tighter and tighter.

The thread tangled into his skin and tightened continuously, Meng Huan woke up in a burst of suffocating pain.

"..."

Meng Huan panted lightly, opened his almond eyes and looked around, and found that this was a magnificent bedroom.

But he couldn't remember where it was for the time being, and was about to get up, when he straightened his waist, he suddenly let out a scream: "Ah—"

A few eunuchs and maids came rushing outside the door, "Ma'am, is Ma'am awake?"

Meng Huan confirmed that this was Lin Bozhou's bedroom. His face was pale, his open mouth was not closed, and he looked down. I don't know who changed him into a brand new pajamas, the necklines were neatly overlapped, but the red spots where the collarbone was bitten out could be seen, and moved down a bit—

Swollen, broken skin.

Meng Huan tried to get up, but the pain made him unable to straighten his back. Just as he straightened his legs, he suddenly fell back on the bed.

The source of the pain was clear. Meng Huan was lying on the messy quilt, and the maid came running behind him, and he yelled, "Get out!"

The maid stopped.

Meng Huan: "Get out!"

Meng Huan realized that his voice was also hoarse, he couldn't make a sound, and his throat was sore. A thought came to his mind, a chill came down his back, and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest.

After everyone went out, Meng Huan's fingers trembling violently, he untied his shirt tremblingly and looked down. There were more teeth marks and hickeys than he had imagined. Just move a little and you can feel the pain coming from the overused place.

Everything showed that he and Lin Bozhou had sex.

The incident of drinking in the restaurant last night was vivid in his memory. Before his thoughts were completely broken when he was drunk, Meng Huan remembered that he was led by Lin Bozhou and said that he was going back to the palace, but he couldn't remember it later...

Could it be that he took advantage of his drunkenness...to force it?

Meng Huan squeezed his robe, feeling an indescribable dizziness flooding his mind, and when he became conscious, he heard silent sobs, which seemed to come from another person.

Meng Huan tried his best to suppress the trembling when he cried violently. The tears fell on his clothes in big **** and wet his robe.

He covered his mouth to avoid crying, and tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. The more it hurt, the more it proved that Lin Bozhou was unscrupulous in encroaching on him, the more tears welled up in his eyes, wet the back of his hands, and then fell on the quilt.

He waited to get over the pain, and stood up again, when a maid's voice sounded outside the door: "Husband—Princess."

They said: "Changshi Chen An asked to see the princess."

The name has changed.

Lin Bozhou promoted him?

No one really thinks that a forced sleep will make the other party very happy the next day if they appreciate something, right?

Meng Huan clenched his teeth, his voice broken: "No."

He walked to the window and found that it was already noon, and Lin Bozhou should have gone to the imperial city by now. Meng Huan closed his eyes, and the scene of drinking yesterday afternoon flashed through his mind. It must have been at that time, he got drunk, got into the carriage with Lin Bozhou, and then lost consciousness...

Meng Huan opened his eyes again, the sun shone on his face, his complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, his dark pupils reflected broken light, and his face showed no expression.

He opened the door and said, "Tell the people in my yard to come get me."

The maid said: "Princess, do you want to take a rest? For the current physical condition of the princess, it is better to stay in the prince's bedroom and wait for the prince to come back—"

This morning Lin Bozhou went out half an hour later than usual, sat on the bedside and looked at Meng Huan for a long time, kept stroking his face, and only went out at dawn. They all knew that Lin Bozhou wanted the princess to stay here and wait for him to come back.

Meng Huan shook his head: "I don't want to stay here."

Although Lin Bozhou's dormitory is more luxurious than his small courtyard, and there are more people serving him, and even many people's dream of being promoted is to sleep with him here, but Meng Huan is very tired now, he just wants to go back to his small courtyard, drill Get under the covers, hide yourself, sleep or cry for a while.

The maid didn't stop her and said, "Yes."

The servants carried Meng Huan back to the courtyard on their shoulders. Back to this familiar place, Meng Huan stood in the courtyard and looked around. This seemed to be the only safe haven for him to enter this **** book, the only thing that made him feel safe. A place of security.

Meng Huan's lips twitched slightly.

Feng Zhi held the basin and opened his mouth: "Husband—"

But just now when Jin Menghuan reported the news about the princess, she opened her mouth and changed her words, "Princess."

Meng Huan shook his head with his head down, and went back to his own room and closed the door hard.

He wanted to urinate, but he walked to the barrel and tried it, and found that he couldn't even relieve it.

According to the color map and Huang Wen that Meng Huan had seen, how hard he had to do last night to be in such a mess!

Meng Huan grinned and began to cry again. He lay back on the bed and covered his face with the quilt until the air in the quilt was exhausted and became extremely hot. He lifted the quilt to reveal his small face, which was wet again with tears.

Lin Bozhou didn't respect him.

Lin Bozhou regarded him as a plaything.

Meng Huan was sobbing hard, sleeping with his eyes closed, and when he was half asleep, he had the stormy dream of last night again. The black mist and rainstorm that enveloped him were sultry and sweltering, wrapping him violently and washing him, but the smoke turned into an illusion at the end. Lin Bozhou's face appeared.

Meng Huan couldn't sleep well.

There was a torrential rain in the capital, which swept away the heat in the city and turned it into a cool rain, covering the entire imperial city in mist.

After Lin Bozhou's shoes stepped out of the Meridian Gate, Shan Xing immediately put up an umbrella and put it over his head to prevent the rain from getting wet on his crimson python robe.

"My lord returned to the mansion so early today." Shan Xing said.

Lin Bozhou hummed, looked at the dripping rain, and asked, "Has Huanhuan woke up?"

"Tsk," as expected, the first sentence was to ask the princess, Shan Xing said, "The princess woke up, stayed in the bedroom for a while, and went back to his yard."

"How does it look?"

Shan Xing said: "It seems that I am not in a good mood. Chen An wanted to report the prince's reward, but the princess didn't see her, so she went straight away. According to the maid who served, the princess cried secretly for a long time."

Lin Bozhou's brows and eyes were calm, and there seemed to be a pain in his heart being pulled. He reached out to catch the raindrops falling from the umbrella support.

The coldness fell down between his fingers and merged into the water pattern on the marble floor.

Shan Xing was busy hailing the carriage, and turned his head to shout to the attendants: "Come here, the prince is waiting."

In the ear, Lin Bozhou said: "Ping Zhi."

"Ah?" Shan Xing was shivered by the wind, a little bit ignorant of Lin Bozhou's suddenly quiet tone, and turned his head to look at him as if he had fallen in love with him.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled slightly, and he smiled.

He was thinking about something, speaking very slowly.

However, the eyebrows and eyes are obviously happy.

"I seem to know what liking is."

The rain was loud and the dream was disgusting. When Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes, he saw that the room was dark and there was no light coming in from the windows. It was already evening.

There was a bitter taste and dryness on the tip of Meng Huan's tongue. He propped himself up on the bed and realized that his throat seemed to be on fire, and an extreme sense of thirst surged up. He looked around, but there was no water in the house.

Meng Huan walked much more easily, but his mind was still extremely dizzy, as if he had been stuck in a needle. With drooping red and swollen eyelids, he unscrewed the door lock, went out, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a bowl of water, and gulped it down.

Then, Meng Huan closed his eyes, feeling the moisture of the water in his stomach.

"Crack", there was a knocking sound in my ears, as if something had been placed on the table.

Meng Huan turned his head and saw a figure dressed in jade white. Lin Bozhou was sitting in a chair, a little out of the way, Meng Huan didn't notice it just now, but he obviously sat for a long time.

The atmosphere is quiet.

He didn't speak, just looked at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan opened his mouth, and unspeakable emotions surged up. He originally wanted to call him "Prince" as usual.

But Meng Huan closed his mouth again, he couldn't explain why, he didn't want to call Lin Bozhou again, but just stood there silently.

Lin Bozhou got up and walked over: "Have you had enough sleep?"

Meng Huan said yes, but did not make a sound.

He didn't look at Lin Bozhou, but fixed on the place beside him, motionless, and his expression didn't seem to be angry, but a little numb.

After stripping off his clothes and trousers and rolling over the sheets, Meng Huan had no memory, nor did he remember anything. There was no atmosphere of those lingering and lingering memories, only an indescribable tranquility, like water in an ancient well.

Lin Bozhou's eyes fell on his face: "Is your body feeling better?"

Meng Huan nodded slowly.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Lin Bozhou asked.

In the darkness, Meng Huan's eyes turned to him, very bright.

"Remember."

"Well, that's good. Huanhuan and her husband have sex, and they are considered to be husband and wife. From today on, Huanhuan is the princess of the mansion. Tomorrow, she will move to the main palace. The people and things in this mansion are what Huanhuan wants to do. If you are interested, you can discuss with Chen An and start managing the government affairs."

Meng Huan gently pinched his fingers, shook his head after a while, "I don't want to."

"Alright, if you want to relax, you can paint in the yard every day, play cuju, throw pots, and play polo. You can do whatever you want, as long as you are happy."

Meng Huan lowered his head and still didn't speak, feeling bored and meaningless.

The patio is filled with raindrops, and the atmosphere is particularly spacious and quiet.

Lin Bozhou suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Meng Huan. His palm was cold and he said, "Huanhuan."

When Meng Huan realized it, he pulled out his hand abruptly and took a step back.

The table and chair moved and made a "crash" sound. Very loud, making this movement away seem emphatic.

"..."

Lin Bozhou seemed to be taken aback for a moment, looked down at his empty hand, curled his fingers slightly, and met Meng Huan's gaze.

In the darkness, Meng Huan's eyes didn't even have the previous obedience, only alienation and blankness.

Lin Bozhou was thoughtful: "Huanhuan really remembers what happened last night?"

I remember how I clinged to his arms last night and called her husband, and kept acting like a baby. As long as Lin Bozhou didn't hurt him for a while, he would immediately start a fight, and it was exactly the same in the bedroom.

Meng Huan's voice was stubborn: "Remember."

Lin Bozhou was puzzled: "Then why is Huanhuan angry?" He thought for a while, "It's because my husband hurt you?"

Meng Huan raised his head and glared at him. This was the first time that he looked at Lin Bozhou so fiercely, like a milk cat lit up its paws, warning the person who stroked him to stop, otherwise he would scratch him.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, and retracted his indecent words.

He returned home from work very early today, and came to Meng Huan's yard to listen to