MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 31

Lin Bozhou suffered from an eye disease when he was young, and took medicine for more than ten years, probably because the eye disease still recurs from time to time, and his attitude towards taking medicine is very complicated.

I always feel that there is no cure, and taking medicine is like going through a process.

Lin Bozhou said wearily: "Let's put it down."

You Jin insisted on standing: "My lord, I'm afraid that my lord will pour the medicine into the flower pot when this old slave leaves."

Lin Bozhou: "This king drinks."

"Drink it now. The prince has a bad spleen and stomach. You have to drink the medicine first and then eat."

No matter how high and powerful Lin Bozhou is, his status as a minister, his basic necessities of life have to be measured according to You Jin's ruler.

Lin Bozhou tilted his head, looked at him indifferently, with unclear meaning: "This king is already married, why do you still care about this king like a child?"

"..."

Hearing these words, Meng Huan had been idly watching the excitement and waiting for the two of them to quarrel, but suddenly felt the pressure on him.

Is this the language art of Lin Bozhou?

Meng Huan let out a cry.

Then he picked up the medicine bowl, brought it to Lin Bozhou, and performed his duty as a wife: "My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

When I said this, I inevitably thought of that vulgar stalk in my mind.

"..."

Lin Bozhou also suddenly became quieter, not so rebellious, put his fingers on the bowl and touched it lightly, and said, "It's hot."

Meng Huan felt it for a while: "It's not hot."

"..." Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, his eyes were as if nothing had happened, "It's just hot."

It may be that he is more expensive.

Meng Huan imitated the appearance on TV, scooped up a tablespoon of medicinal soup, pouting his lips and blew it cold, then handed it to Lin Bozhou, coaxing a child: "Now it's not hot, you can drink it~"

The tail tone is slightly lifted, sweet and greasy.

"Happy hard work." Lin Bozhou smiled and bowed his head in cooperation.

When he drank the medicine, he was frowned tightly by the bitter taste, and the brows were lowered and lowered, but he drank it anyway, as if it was quite sweet.

Seeing his cooperation, Meng Huan was also very happy, and carefully fed him the medicine.

—It’s good to experience the feeling of taking care of others once in a while.

The two of them fed the medicine one mouthful, and after the medicine, they fed the porridge one mouthful after another. You Jin couldn't help laughing while watching, always thinking that their prince is a wicked prince and always likes to tease the princess.

Oh, the girl's heart has come out.

Finally, after drinking the medicine and eating, Lin Bozhou half-lyed on the bed, his complexion recovered, and a thin layer of sweat evaporated from his forehead.

Meng Huan was about to run away: "My lord, rest well, I won't disturb you."

Lin Bozhou didn't seem to want him to leave, but he suddenly asked, "Is the Marquis of Zhenguan coming?"

You Jin lowered his head: "Yes, I've posted the greeting card, and I'll be here soon."

"They probably guess that the king is awake." Lin Bozhou tilted his head, "Come here, change clothes."

Meng Huan was a little confused, and asked, "Marquis of Zhenguan?"

"Huanhuan doesn't like that young master," Lin Bozhou put his hands into the sleeves of his uniform, and said, "His father will be here soon."

Meng Huan originally planned to go back to the main palace, but when he heard this, he wanted to see what would happen to Xu Ruolin, so he sat beside Lin Bozhou for a while. After waiting for a short time, Shan Xing came in hurriedly: "My lord, here we are. He came here on a stretcher. The young master Xu Ruolin was broken by him, and he brought him to the palace to apologize. Now he is throwing it in the front yard."

Broken legs?

so ruthless? ! Dad beat him? !

Meng Huan stood up, opened his almond eyes and turned to Lin Bozhou.

Before Lin Bozhou was punished, his own father broke the child's leg first. This is too cruel. Are you really so angry?

Lin Bozhou's expression was calm, and he regained his usual composure. Hearing this sentence, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "As expected of the Marquis of Zhenguan who once held the military power, he will act decisively, so that the king will not be able to pursue it anymore."

"..."

Meng Huan suddenly understood.

Oh, in my heart, it turned out that it was to appease Lin Bozhou's anger, so as not to offend him.

The ruthless people in the scheming article do not deceive me.

"Do you want Marquis Zhenguan to come in?" Shan Xing asked.

Lin Bozhou hummed: "It's not convenient for me to get up, let him come over."

Hearing these words, Meng Huan knew it was time to leave. When Lin Bozhou talks about things with people, he has always been very conscious, and he will leave without waiting for anyone to remind him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou stopped him behind his back: "Marquis Zhenguan is here to apologize, why doesn't Huanhuan stay?"

In fact, Meng Huan felt that having his leg broken was enough, and he didn't want to communicate more with his ruthless father who judged the situation: "Xu Ruolin's leg is broken and he apologizes. I don't want to hear anything else."

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan walked out of the bedroom.

His back is slender and his shadow is long.

The hall was quiet for a while, Shan Xing said: "The princess doesn't seem to like cruel people very much."

Lin Bozhou tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers, and asked, "Is this king ruthless?"

Shan Xing: "..."

He was silent for a while: "My lord, I don't even dare to say it."

Lin Bozhou sneered.

He closed his eyes: "Let Zhenguanhou come in."

A tall, majestic, imposing, and burly middle-aged man hurried in through the palace gate.

When he and Meng Huan happened to miss each other, he looked at each other and guessed that it was Xu Ruolin's father.

Xu Ruolin was born to Zhenguanhou's most beloved wife, that lady was delicate and weak, and her son was as handsome and delicate as his mother, with an arrogant personality.

Meng Huan walked around the dormitory a few times, couldn't bear it, and walked towards Xu Ruolin's paralyzed stretcher.

He was guarded by a few servants, lying on the stretcher, his legs were limp, his hair was disheveled, half of his body was propped up slightly and he stared at Meng Huan, his eyes were red.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

Meng Huan knew he had to face his hostility, "Normal."

Xu Ruolin sneered: "Don't be too happy, my father is a great general, he knows how to break my legs, and he also knows how to make my legs grow back."

Meng Huan sat down beside him and remained silent.

"If a person's body is broken, it can grow again, but if a person's ambition is broken, this person will be useless." Xu Ruolin was still talking to himself.

Meng Huan: "Are you connoting me?"

"Yes!" Xu Ruolin said, "I thought you would become a righteous man when you entered the palace, but you have become a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Meng Huan turned his face away: "I have already refuted you double-standard dog. It is not a gentleman's act for you to drug me, so your accusation against me is untenable."

"Bah! You can't even stand up! You have become a concubine from a male concubine, Meng Huan, I don't know how much you have flattered Lin Bozhou!" Xu Ruolin murmured, "You betrayed us."

Meng Huan didn't think much about his accusation at first, but when he heard the word "betrayal", waves arose.

He was a little worried that he would not be able to fulfill the original owner's ambition. After all, it would be a kind of betrayal if he completely went against him by occupying this body.

Meng Huan thought for a while: "May I ask you a question."

"explain."

"Why do you insist on killing Lin Bozhou?"

"What do you say?" Xu Ruolin repeated as if he had repeated it countless times, "The emperor is controlled by him, the government is controlled by him alone, the appointment and dismissal of officials are all based on his personal likes and dislikes, and he alone controls the national finances , the use of money and affairs depends entirely on his ideas, he is a person who is greedy for power!"

Meng Huan felt an unspeakable emotion.

He had also read the book and knew what it was.

A dictatorial tyrant who is obsessed with power is a derogatory term, not a good person.

Lin Bozhou is a courtier, his status is higher than that of the emperor, and he messed up the relationship between the emperor and his ministers.

So with so many people insulting Lin Bozhou, Lin Bozhou was indeed too angry.

Meng Huan couldn't help it, and was a little confused: "Then he did these things, is it a bad thing?"

"Of course it's a bad thing. He has all the power, and our necks are on his head. He can kill us at any time. We live in fear!"

Meng Huan frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.

He put his knuckles against his temples and pressed them desperately.

Then, he tentatively asked: "Is that good or bad for the common people?"

Xu Ruolin was silent for a while.

He looked at Meng Huan with a bit of astonishment, as if he was watching a psychopath.

Then, he said: "What do you look at the common people? We are working for the emperor, we want to see the emperor! If Lin Bozhou does not die for a day, the emperor will never wake up! The emperor was deceived by him, and he can't tell the loyal ministers from the treacherous ministers. You can't tell the difference Can't get out?"

"..."

Meng Huan frowned, with a painful expression on his face.

No way, after studying for so many years, Meng Huan remembers serving the people, and he can only judge Lin Bozhou from this aspect.

Xu Ruolin scoffed: "You have been corrupted by the life of the palace, you see, how rich and extravagant the Prince Regent is, and he even took you to the hunting ground to hunt in person, so pampered."

Speaking of this, Meng Huan asked, "Why did you appear in that temple that day?"

It's very strange, that is the Prince Regent's private farm, and that temple is not a place of interest, why did he meet Xu Ruolin that day by such a coincidence?

Xu Ruolin: "You said, of course it's for the assassination." He admitted it happily, and stared seriously at Meng Huan's eyes after admitting, "I never regarded you as an outsider, if you tell Lin Bozhou these things, we will It's all together."

Meng Huan: "...I know."

Xu Ruolin turned his head and looked to the other side: "Don't be too naive. Lin Bozhou is happy and rewards you as a princess for two days, but until now, he hasn't even brought your father back from Fengxiang. What is this princess?"

"..."

In fact, Meng Huan didn't really care about the position of princess, but after hearing Xu Ruolin's words, he seemed to be touched.

That's right, what is the basis of his relationship with Lin Bozhou, he hasn't figured it out yet.

Meng Huan hugged his knees and sat with his head propped up, looking around at the Prince Regent's Palace which did not belong to him.

He didn't intend to talk nonsense with Xu Ruolin anymore, he got up and patted his **** to leave, but a voice sounded from behind.

"As for you, if you can kill Lin Bozhou, kill him. If you can't, think of a way to protect yourself. If Lin Bozhou is brought down, there will be no one left alive in the palace."

"Let me tell you, Lin Bozhou will definitely die."

Meng Huan paused and turned to look at him.

Xu Ruolin spoke again: "The emperor is thirteen years old. After the new year, he will be fourteen. It's time for him to be in charge. At the beginning of next year, it will be Jingchao. We plan to pull Lin Bozhou down in this six months no matter what."

Meng Huan raised his head in confusion: "Jingcha?"

Xu Ruolin was surprised, and his voice suddenly raised: "What the **** happened to you in the palace? Jingcha! The Jingcha once every six years! It involves the appointment and dismissal of all Beijing officials. This is a great opportunity to bring down the Lin Party! you forgot?!"

"..." Meng Huan looked around to make sure there was no one from Lin Bozhou.

The Xu Ruolin in front of him opened his mouth like a hippopotamus, spouting saliva, talking trash at himself—

"You don't understand this? You don't understand this? You don't understand this?"

Meng Huan's ears hurt from his yelling, he lowered his head and wrung his fingers vigorously.

He understands fart, understands.

...speechless.

Would a normal eighteen-year-old male college student understand the word "Jingcha"?

Besides, he doesn't have a brain when he reads the text.

Meng Huan was ashamed.

Xu Ruolin was tired of roaring, he punched the ground hard, and muttered to himself: "Lin Bozhou, my father broke my leg, I've already figured out what to do with his body."

Meng Huan saw the way he gritted his teeth.

"When he is dragged off the horse, chop up his body, hang his head at the gate of the city, and feed the meat to the dogs." Xu Ruolin's eyes were red, "I hate me to death."

Meng Huan shook his head and stood up.

He didn't say anything in his mind.

——If you choose a winner between Lin Bozhou and Xu Ruolin, you will be the runner-up, and Meng Huan will also choose Lin Bozhou.

As for Xu Ruolin, please be blessed.

In the middle of the night, the cool wind blew across the courtyard, disturbing the shadows of the flowers and shining on the stone table in the middle.

There are many wine bottles on the table, some upside down and some upright.

Meng Huan was lying on the table, his face flushed, he was holding a wine bottle in his hand, his eyelids were so drunk that he couldn't open them.

He didn't have much to do tonight, so he started to ruminate on what Xu Ruolin said for no reason.

Originally transmigrated into the book, Meng Huan wanted to kill himself to save his dog's life, but now he is really worried that the court will be in turmoil, Lin Bozhou's identity is changing, and his life is also fluctuating at any time.

He felt a little melancholy, feeling that he couldn't understand anything, didn't know how to save himself, and didn't know what to do next.

Meng Huan poured another sip of wine into his mouth.

— Bitter wine hurts the throat and heart.

Drinking, drinking, Meng Huan pressed his forehead heavily on the stone table, his eyelids were hot, and he breathed out a soft breath of alcohol.

Woohoo, I want to go home.

Outside the pavilion, You Jin's voice sounded: "Princess."

Meng Huan looked at it drunkenly: "Huh?"

"Why is the princess drinking here alone?" You Jin was a little puzzled.

Seeing him, Meng Huan guessed that it was Lin Bozhou who summoned him.

Meng Huan asked, "Is the lord looking for me?"

You Jin nodded: "Yes, the prince has a headache, so he called the princess to talk and stay overnight."

For the first time, Meng Huan shook his head: "I don't want to go."

The young man's lips twitched heavily, and he began to be stubborn: "I'm in a bad mood, I want to be free, and I won't serve anyone today."

"..."