MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 39

The gloomy atmosphere seems to be full of wind and rain.

Cui Han wanted to explain something, but suddenly he was slapped heavily on the face, causing his head to tilt, tinnitus, dizziness, brain wobble, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

"My lord, forgive me!"

He looked at the face in front of him in panic.

Lin Bozhou's words were cold: "This slap is for your grandfather, you ignorant thing! It's all about being naughty, and you have to take the princess with you. If something goes wrong, this king will definitely skin you alive .”

This is a warning.

Lin Bozhou is so shrewd, he can see at a glance that he is trying to curry favor with Meng Huan, trying to gain something.

He is the young master of the chief minister's family of the cabinet, but he was slapped because the prince protected Meng Huan, which made his back cool and his whole body cold. But if he wasn't the grandson of Mr. Cui Ge, he might have been slapped or knifed.

Cui Han blushed half of his face, his eyes were dazed, and he had to keep nodding, "...the Lord taught me a lesson."

Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan's hand tightly, lowered his eyelashes, and finally sent a word: "Get out."

Cui Han felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head and face, his whole body was completely cold, and he left the palace in a daze.

He sat in the carriage and went back outside Cui's residence. At the end of the alley was a slender and tall figure. The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with braids on his forehead, a crossbow in his hand, thick calluses on his fingertips, and extremely sharp eyes, reminiscent of a goshawk in the wild.

All the teenagers sneered: "Young master, who beat you up?"

Cui Han gritted his teeth, the smirk of the rogue in front of Meng Huan was no longer on his face, his dark eyes were sickly and ferocious, almost bleeding: "An Chui! What does it have to do with you! You come to see my joke again!"

"I'm not kidding you, the young master told me that not only will you fail to accomplish anything, but you may also alert Lin Bozhou," he clapped his hands, "it's true, I'm glad to hear it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the furious Cui Han stepped forward, pulled his hair, and knocked against the wall with all his might, leaving a bloodstain.

An Chui didn't fight back, his eyes were contemptuous.

Cui Han let go: "You are just Zhu Lizhen's proton, how dare you speak to this young master in this language, ah?!!"

He started to roar, venting his anger at Lin Bozhou.

After being silent for a long while, An Chui shook his head: "The young master should continue to indulge in drinking and sex, and stop meddling in government affairs."

But in exchange, another heavy punch from Cui Han.

But how could his weak strength hurt the flesh of the nomads? An Chui smiled, and it took him a lot of time to see him go crazy.

In the palace, Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou to hold hands and returned to the bedroom.

In the past, only Lin Bozhou took a bath after he was busy driving and horses, and Meng Huan just squatted beside him to talk, but this time Lin Bozhou said mercilessly, "Take it off."

"..."

Meng Huan was stained with the fishy weeds in the pond, and his hair smelled bad. He took off his clothes and went down into the pond. He was face to face with Lin Bozhou naked, with his chin resting on the edge of the pond. .

His hair was picked up by Lin Bozhou, and he was cleaning it meticulously. Meng Huan couldn't help but turn his head, and he could see Lin Bozhou's slightly lowered eyes, which seemed calm and calm.

Think about the slap he slapped Cui Han.

Lin Bozhou never seemed to bring emotions to him.

Meng Huan thought for a while and asked, "Why was your lord so angry just now?"

"Cui Han?"

Meng Huan hummed, and wanted to turn to look at him, but his cool big hand pressed his shoulder.

Lin Bozhou's gaze was very light, inch by inch, burned on his back, and he stroked slowly with his fingertips, as if he was stroking the white and smooth silk, "Huanhuan must know that most people who approach you actively have evil intentions."

Lin Bozhou's power is in the government and the public, and Meng Huan is his wife. They are integrated into one body. Lin Bozhou's shortcomings may be hard to find, but Meng Huan is actually his weakness.

Many high-ranking officials fell on their wives and children.

Meng Huan just groaned, and noticed that Lin Bozhou put his hands on his waist: "Why didn't Huanhuan come to the house today to welcome your husband?"

At that time, Meng Huan was treading water in the pond, and he was having a good time stepping on it. He didn't have any discernment in his mind, and just wanted to say: "I forgot the time..."

Something hot was stuck to his back.

With the sound of water flowing, Lin Bozhou got very close to him unknowingly. He gently squeezed his shoulders and kissed his ear. ,OK?"

On the bed, Meng Huan rubbed his white belly boredly. The quilt beside him was empty and the temperature was cold. Lin Bozhou was reading and writing letters in the study, through the thin door frame, he could clearly see the slender figure sitting opposite him.

Meng Huan crawled up out of boredom, his arms supporting the quilt were sore, and his shoulders felt sore from the bones... It should be the traces after having **** just now.

When this sentence flashed through his mind, Meng Huan's mind suddenly went blank, his wrist stopped, and for some reason he remembered the next sentence—

...Only the soreness in the body will show that Lin Bozhou once hugged him. At other times, this person does not belong to him at all.

Meng Huan sat on the head of the bed, lowered his eyes, and was inexplicably startled.

Although I have a close relationship with Lin Bozhou, but there is no love process, only the acquaintance of each other to the extreme calmness after marriage, I always feel...too fast.

Meng Huan wondered.

Were all ancient couples like this? There is no love process, the matchmaker introduces, blows and blows, sleeps, and the two begin to stay together until the end of life.

Lin Bozhou thinks the same about himself?

Does Lin Bozhou know what love is?

"..."

Meng Huan didn't know why he had such an inexplicable thought, but he thought about it and wanted to pursue something. He shook his head, thinking that it might be the illusion of being full and idle.

You Jin bowed his waist and came in from the door, and asked, "Princess, where are the dishes?"

"Put it on the table outside."

Meng Huan tidied up his clothes, buttoned them up and went out. Lin Bozhou was writing a letter, but halfway through writing, he hung the pen in the air. Sitting in the chair, he raised his eyes tiredly.

Chen An, who was standing next to him, quickly took out a jade-white bottle, poured out a pill, and picked up the teacup: "My lord, please take it."

Lin Bozhou drank it down, still holding the pen in his hand, the line of his throat was sharp and capable, but his whole body was soaked with a sense of dampness as if bathed in a thick fog.

It felt like he was about to suffocate.

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What's wrong with your lord?"

"It's okay." Lin Bozhou said briefly.

Chen An looked dignified, and said: "The weather is too hot recently, and the eyes will not be sick if they are not caused by fire. The prince's eye disease shows signs of recurrence."

"Recurrence of eye disease?"

Walking to Lin Bozhou's side, he was still holding the brush with one hand, but the words he wrote were indeed somewhat blurred, as if his eyes were blocked by a layer of fog, and the originally extremely stable brush and ink became chaotic.

His eye disease can turn Lin Bozhou from a powerful official in the court into a useless and pitiful blind man, trample his pride to the ground, into the muddy water, and trample him to death, and can turn him from a regent who calls the wind and rain , Turned into a poor wretch who was soaked by the rainstorm but had nowhere to go.

Meng Huan squatted halfway, his eyes level with Lin Bozhou.

"Is it serious?"

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips and smiled gently: "It's not serious."

The smile on his lips was far-fetched, deliberately to appease him. And Meng Huan knew in his heart that the eye disease was the only thing that could make him take off his usual hypocritical gentle mask, and return to violent paranoia, gloomy and manic; it was the only thing that could make all his calmness and rationality vanish, and turn him into an unseemly lunatic , make a fool of yourself, become something ugly.

In the original book, when Lin Bozhou was injured in his eyes when he was young, he thought that his eyes would never recover, so his father took him as an abandoned son and raised his younger brother instead.

The younger brother is stupid and naughty, but the hardcover edition of the collection of current essays brought by the capital was still given to the younger brother who couldn't understand the bullshit.

…he can no longer be seen.

...He has nothing to do in this life, he can only be like this.

...Cultivate Xu'er, the palace needs someone to support it.

The person who supports the palace will definitely not be blind.

Later, the eye disease was cured, but it recurred from time to time, which made him live in the state of lost and regained, and he always felt that maybe when the sky turned dark again, it would never light up again. From then on, he fell into eternal, eternal and eternal darkness.

Lin Bozhou's eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked straight ahead.

Meng Huan reached out and touched his eyelids lightly: "Since your eyes are already bad, don't write, my lord, stop?"

After touching, he realized that the light in Lin Bozhou's eyes dimmed.

Lin Bozhou's voice was calm: "Huanhuan, go to eat, my husband will come over soon."

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, nodded, and walked to the table where the vegetables were placed.

Chen An took out the medicine bottle and poured a few more pills into his hand. Lin Bozhou picked up the teacup hastily, and after swallowing it with his head up, the tea splashed on the back of his thin fingers with slightly bulging veins.

The expression on his face was motionless, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be resting.

There was dead silence in the study.

Just as Meng Huan was about to stand up, You Jin gently pulled his sleeve and put his hand to his lips: "My lord just took the medicine, and I'm going to take a nap for a while. Don't go, my lord, let my lord rest quietly."

For some reason, Meng Huan felt that the atmosphere in the whole dormitory was piled up and became stagnant. Everyone was gagging, but suddenly they began to tense up, and even began to worry about the head on their neck.

Give him a break?

also good.

Meng Huan got up and walked outside the bedroom.

You Jin seemed to be afraid that Meng Huan would be suspicious, so he hurriedly said: "Is the princess still catching fireflies? The old slave went with the princess. After a day, the old slave's skills have improved a lot, and I will definitely be able to catch many fireflies today."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood."

Meng Huan wandered around the palace, and when he walked to the gate of the palace, he found many new lanterns hung outside, all kinds of shapes and colors mixed together, pulled by a rope, and spread along the street to the end of the street.

Meng Huan raised his face: "What is this?"

"Midsummer," You Jin said with a smile, "the lantern festival is about to begin."

The capital city, the Lantern Festival, the busiest summer night, is about to kick off.

Meng Huan nodded and walked back, only to see servants stepping on the elevated ledge in the palace, one by one, silently taking down the beautiful and bright lanterns from the corners of the eaves.

The lights went out one by one, and the palace was plunged into terrible darkness.

Lin Bozhou's eye disease relapsed.