MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 76

It wasn't that Meng Huan didn't trust Lin Bozhou, but when he saw this battle, he subconsciously felt aggrieved. He knocked his bowl heavily on the stone surface, making a bang.

Zhu Dong looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"I am busy."

Meng Huan's cheeks were white and clean, his appearance was handsome, his eyes were moist and soft, and he usually looked harmless, but now his brows were darkened, and he had a cool demeanor, like a cat with its claws and fangs erect.

Zhu Dong was stunned: "Brother, you—"

"Hmph, never mind."

Meng Huan's tone was cold, and he followed the group of soldiers towards the tent of the Chinese army.

The leader of the squad who came was called Si Xu. He stood on his hips at the entrance of the tent and waited for the notification. The valleys on the eyebrows were deep, and he seemed very unhappy. After receiving the order, he raised his hand to let the gifts and beauties wait outside.

There should be a discussion in the tent. It didn't take long before the curtain was lifted: "Bring things in."

Carrying gifts and treasures, several beauties were also pushed in.

"..."

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Meng Huan's eyes widened. He thought that this group of people would be blocked out, but he actually went in? ! Eyelashes drooping, and an indescribable anger welling up in his heart, Meng Huan walked over and was stopped by the guards.

"Stop, the prince is discussing matters."

Meng Huan looked displeased: "My lord summoned me, if you don't believe me, go and report it."

The guards were not sure, and lifted the curtain of the tent.

- There is a harmonious atmosphere of generals and generals in the account.

Si Xu trekked from Yu Mansion, and Lin Bozhou, as the chief general, was going to take care of him at this time. The table was covered with wine and meat. He held a glass of wine in one hand, and stood beside Si Xu and handed it to him.

But when Lin Bozhou looked sideways, he saw the beauty sent into the camp. He raised his eyebrows:

"What does this mean, General Si?"

For generals who are on the march, beauty is a treasure. Many generals are obsessed with pampering beauties when they are fighting, and they give each other gifts. Beauties have also become a gift equivalent to the loss of human rights in the army.

Si Xu said: "The prince has beautiful wives and concubines to accompany him in the palace, but this barracks is too boring and not as relaxing and comfortable as in the palace. , dedicated to the prince to relieve boredom—"

"..."

Lin Bozhou paused with his finger holding the wine glass.

He lowered his eyelids.

What the **** is this talking about.

Giving gifts to the general is indeed popular, but it doesn't mean it's right.

Kao thought that Si Xu was leading an army of 100,000 people to pay homage, so Lin Bozhou didn't show his face, and the corners of his lips tightened.

He hasn't spoken yet. Another boy's head poked out from outside the curtain.

A clean voice came:

"The thing that the prince asked the villain to give has arrived."

After the notification, Meng Huan barged in, his expression was not very good-looking, relying on the remaining rationality to remember his identity disguise, his voice was tense.

This was an excuse he randomly made, and after finding it, he bowed his head and walked to an inconspicuous corner of the tent, returned the stage to Lin Bozhou and Si Xu, lowered his eyebrows, and waited to see what Lin Bozhou could do.

Meng Huan knew that Lin Bozhou didn't do it on purpose, and it wasn't Lin Bozhou's original intention, but Meng Huan was very angry for letting the beauty into the account... very angry...

Think about it, Lin Bozhou refuses to bring Meng Huan here openly in order not to let people know that he loves his wife. Meng Huan usually reports his money, sneaky and cautious.

—How could someone send a beauty here directly? Put him in the face of this wife! put! exist! where! inside!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Meng Huan clenched his teeth and secretly gave Lin Bozhou a look.

Seeing him coming in, Lin Bozhou roughly guessed what Meng Huan was thinking, and with a half-smile, said to Si Xu: "I don't need them, take them away."

Lin Bozhou said that he didn't need it, so he really didn't need it. There were beauties offered to him in the past, but he was not married at that time, and he still refused. Now that he has Meng Huan, he would not agree to such lewd behavior.

But Si Xu didn't realize that the catastrophe was imminent. Hearing Lin Bozhou's tone, he thought he was pretending to refuse: "Don't worry, my lord, these beauties were not snatched halfway, but entrusted to us by farmers who had no land to eat and voluntarily sold their daughters. They Young and clean, we have never been touched by anyone in the army."

Lin Bozhou clicked his tongue impatiently, and his tone was much harsher: "I said it's unnecessary, take it down."

But this Si Xu still acted as if he didn't understand the words, pondered his words, and said: "Obey, then take it down. The prince doesn't like beauties, but they have been entrusted to the army by their parents. Seeing as poor and innocent For your sake, let them stay here to wash the clothes for the prince, serve tea, and rub your feet?"

After Si Xu finished speaking, he looked carefully at Lin Bozhou's face.

In fact, he doesn't like to send beauties.

But Dazong is corrupt no matter where he is, and it is the same in the barracks. The eunuchs in the army are powerful and often make things difficult for the soldiers for money, and Lin Bozhou is the boss of the group of eunuchs. He inevitably confuses Lin Bozhou with others.

Scholars have a good face, and if they accept beauties in the military camp, it might spread and be laughed at, so Si Xu thought of this method for Lin Bozhou.

Si Xu was very serious in flattering him.

Meng Huan looked at him for a while, feeling quite puzzled.

This Si Xu, he barely has an impression. I remember that in the original book, he was still an effective subordinate of Lin Bo's boat army. Why is he acting like a flattering dog leg now?

Meng Huan couldn't figure it out, his lips were slightly pursed, full of confusion.

The glass of wine in Lin Bozhou's hand paused for a moment, and it fell onto Si Xu's head with a "bang". I couldn't hold it back for a while, a cold dark light flashed in the bottom of my eyes, and I frowned tightly: "I heard that you run the army strictly, and you are deeply loved by the soldiers in Yufu. Wang Cai gave you three points of courtesy. Now you-"

He suppressed the fire, "What are you pretending to be in your head? It's all about these little bastards, who flatter their superiors and bully their inferiors?!"

It's all about sending beauties to the boss to please the boss.

The scolding is on point.

The first thing Lin Bozhou did when he came to the barracks was to kill those silverfish who gave gifts and offered bribes. Si Xu was so ill-informed that he gave gifts to prevaricate Lin Bozhou like other leaders.

After being splashed with wine, he scolded severely again.

Si Xu's expression changed slightly, he realized the seriousness of the problem, and quickly knelt down: "My lord, I will eventually realize my mistake."

Lin Bozhou really wanted to invite him to a meal, so he raised his leg and kicked the table over: "Go back! Take a good rest and reflect on yourself!"

Si Xu stood up, with a much more relaxed expression, and quickly wanted to run out, but asked as if thinking of something: "Then, my lord, what should I do with these girls?"

"Send it to the mother-in-law in logistics, help wash clothes and cook, and bring them back after the battle, and leave as soon as you want." Lin Bozhou squinted at him, "Military discipline is strict, if anyone dares to spoil them secretly, I am the only one who asks you."

There are many animals in the barracks, and there are too many uncontrollable things. In short, there is no need for these beauties to appear in the barracks, nor can they cause any trouble.

Si Xu cupped his fists: "Yes."

After speaking, he led the girls away in embarrassment, as if they had never been here before.

Lin Bozhou became furious after being well received. The staff in the camp looked at each other, but Lin Bozhou waved his hand and repelled him: "Go back, my king is going to rest."

Everyone stood up, saluted, and walked out.

Chen An and Shan Xing raised their eyes, looked at Meng Huan who was standing next to him with pursed lips, and understood that this should be the key to Lin Bozhou leaving the banquet in a hurry, and felt that something was wrong.

Meng Huan wasn't good at putting on facial expressions at first, but now, his brows and eyes are almost overflowing, and his expression is surly, very unhappy. The boy was born fair and handsome, not with a cold face, but now he looks very distant.

Shan Xing quietly put his elbow against Chen An, beckoning him: "Look quickly."

Chen An was more stable, and pushed his hand away: "I know."

The two left the camp side by side, and looked at Lin Bozhou, who was sitting upright with a calm expression, with a complicated look before leaving.

—My lord, disaster is imminent.

Tut tut.

They sympathized and left.

The closest attendants in the camp were also sent out, and fell into silence.

Everyone left, Lin Bozhou didn't need to pretend, put down his book, and turned his gaze: "Huanhuan."

Meng Huan, who usually turned into a sticky cake when he had the opportunity to be alone with him, was standing in that corner at this moment, his feet seemed to have taken root, and he stood there without moving.

Meng Huan was very angry, but he couldn't tell where he was angry, and this anger couldn't be spilled on Lin Bozhou's head, but he was very angry in his heart.

Lin Bozhou approached and took his hand, gently clasped it in the palm of his hand: "Come and sit, don't stand."

Meng Huan freed his hand and walked to the other side.

Then, Meng Huan sat down in the chair, squinted his eyes half-closed, looked like a cat not smoothing its fur, opened his lips uncharacteristically, rolled his dark eyes, and sat sleepily on the spot.

Lin Bozhou guessed what he was worried about, and said with a smile: "My husband doesn't want a beauty, so Si Xu sent her back. Even if Huanhuan doesn't come to stare at her tonight, my husband won't want her."

Uncharacteristically, Meng Huan didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he let out a "huh" with a sticky ending.

"Then why are you unhappy?" Lin Bozhou sat down beside him, pinched his jaw gently with his fingers, like teasing a cat, his voice was low and patient.

Meng Huan shook his head, seeing a jug of wine in front of Lin Bozhou's seat, he took a sip of it, and when the spicy wine slipped down his throat and burned his stomach, Meng Huan felt that his discomfort seemed to ease.

He knew that he was not a good drinker, he would get dizzy when he drank, and he would say crazy words when he was dizzy, and he would say hypocritical words, and people would hate him when he said them, but he still wanted to drink.

Meng Huan took a few sips and felt better.

He put the jug on the tea table, closed his eyes and asked, "Why do they even present you with beauties when they know you are married?"

This Meng Huan really minded.

Super mind.

Everyone knew that Lin Bozhou was married and that he had a wife, but this group of people still gave him beauties openly and aboveboard.

How shameless! Did you put him in your eyes?

But this seems to be an old inertia, too strong to be reversed and changed without decades. Lin Bozhou didn't know how to answer, his brows and eyes were silent for a while.

Meng Huan sniffed, and immediately understood, the breath he exhaled was drunk and sweet: "My lord is a man of gold, and marrying a wife is a wife's admiration for you. If you marry one, you can also marry a bunch of them. The family can afford it." .”

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes and gently played with his hair: "No. I don't marry anyone else, I only like Huanhuan."

He held Meng Huan's waist with his hands, trying to pull him into his arms, but Meng Huan's narrow waist struggled hard. Meng Huan exhaled the smell of alcohol from his lips, and his lips were stained rosy with wine, and the corners of his eyes and cheeks were also pink. I don't know if it was because of his drunkenness, but there was a line of red under his eyes.

Meng Huan's voice was drunk: "Lin Bozhou, are you marrying me to play?"

"What?" Lin Bozhou repeated, stroking Meng Huan's earlobe with his fingertips.

Meng Huan rubbed his eyes, raised his head and drank another half a bowl of wine, burped heavily, and said, "When you get tired of playing, you don't want me anymore. Anyway, they only care about you, not me. If you Tired of me, isn't it just a word that can get rid of me?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou stopped arranging Meng Huan's hair.

There seemed to be a layer of ripples in his heart, which made him dizzy for a while. The dark eyes fell on Meng Huan's eyes, and they looked at each other: "Tired of you?"

Meng Huan was obviously drunk, and gave up on himself: "After all, you have a noble status, and you will have children to pass on to the royal family in the future, and I can't give birth to you. Forget it, you can find someone else."

While speaking, Meng Huan covered his face, his white and slender wrist protruded from his sleeve, and his voice trembled a little.

The more I talked, the more wronged I became: "I, I, I will go by myself when the time comes."

As if thinking of some miserable scene, Meng Huanzui couldn't speak clearly, and said: "If you dare to bring another person back, I will leave, go to a place where no one knows me, and start a new life. "

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Meng Huan rubbed his nose, but was sad: "It would be great if I gave birth to Ziwen. If I get pregnant with your child and run with the ball, you will never find me. I want you to regret it forever!"

"..."

The words that were confused and incomprehensible but made his heart hurt unbearably.

In the next second, Meng Huan's slender wrist was pinched with red marks from finger marks, and the rubbing was deep and hard, making the skin red and swollen. You can imagine the mania in Lin Bozhou's heart.

Lin Bozhou picked him up horizontally, hugged him in his arms, and walked towards the bed in the tent: "It seems like my husband hasn't had **** for a long time, so I have some free time to think about it and think far ahead."

Putting Meng Huan on the bed, Lin Bozhou draped his clothes with his slender fingers, and unfastened the button of his shirt, his vision was gloomy and oppressive amidst the shadows.

The voice carried an indescribable sense of danger, and the enunciation was clear, crisp, and neat.

"—That's still, comfortable, let's have sex."