MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 77

The person hugged him to the bed.

Meng Huan kicked his feet wildly, his shoes fell to the ground, and Lin Bozhou's wrists pinned him under the quilt. He tried to break free, but the force on the other side was so strong that he had no energy to dodge.

Under his mountainous shadow, Meng Huan felt pain in his wrist. After confirming that he was no match for him in terms of strength, he gave up on himself, lowered his eyes to Lin Bozhou, and said in a cold tone, "Are you trying to **** me?"

"..."

After the silence, there was a deep sigh.

Lin Bozhou leaned over, kissing the skin of his ear and neck lightly, and slowly let go of his wrist, as if exercising extreme patience.

The atmosphere was noticeably colder.

Meng Huan's voice smelled of alcohol, his eyes rolled, his voice was aggrieved, and he stated the reason for his rebellion: "I'm angry."

When he said this, the ending sounds tired, waiting for Lin Bozhou to comfort him.

Lin Bozhou put his arms around his back and gently pressed his forehead against his forehead. In front of him was a white face covered with sweat, his hair parted to reveal a full forehead, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were red again. Lin Bozhou said, "I know Huanhuan is angry."

He thought about it for a while, and said earnestly: "Whoever comes here to offer beauties in the future will be severely punished as a husband. Go back to the palace and release the news. I will never marry again in this life. If you have hidden diseases and cannot have children, you will adopt one from the clan in the future, okay?"

Meng Huan grabbed his hand and bit her lip, as if she was listening to him carefully.

He listened to it, but after a while he became alert again drunkenly: "You draw cakes."

Men are the best at drawing cakes, that's what they all say.

"No painting," Lin Bozhou laughed, his heart was unbelievably soft, and the corners of his eyes were downcast, "I lied a lot for my husband, but I wouldn't lie to Huanhuan, Huanhuan should know."

This sentence is true, Lin Bozhou is very guarded and feels alienated from many people, but not to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan looked at him for a while, as if he was weighing the letter, but his heart was still empty, and he reacted aggrievedly: "You just want to sleep with me in a hurry, so you lie to me."

"..."

This sentence is Meng Huan acting like a baby.

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips twitched slightly, he couldn't help but look down at Meng Huan.

He analyzes the complicated and boring and mountain-like official affairs in detail, and can deal with the big things calmly, stay out of the matter, and the most taboo is losing control of emotions. Only when talking to Meng Huan, everything seems to be completely controlled by emotion, being led by the nose by Meng Huan.

But he didn't hate this feeling.

"No, my husband loves me the most." Lin Bozhou was patient.

"You have."

"No."

"Yes." Meng Huan's voice was soft.

Although he didn't know the benefits of calling Lin Bozhou a scumbag, sometimes he felt relieved.

Lin Bozhou's voice was very soft: "No."

"There is!"

Meng Huan's tone became fierce.

But he was just playing like a baby, with a stiff mouth, but his body completely let go of his guard against him. He was pushing Lin Bozhou with both hands, but now he let it go, only his expression did not soften, waiting for Lin Bozhou to say something nice to coax him.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, looking at his wife in his arms.

"You have it, you have it, you don't want me if you are tired of playing with me, just wait, when I wake up one day, I will run away—" Meng Huan muttered and poured dirty water on him, trying to crawl He stood up and drank two more bottles, but his wrist was pinned down by the man's skeletal palm, and he pushed back to the bedding.

When he was lying on the bed, Meng Huan's mind was rippling, he was awake, and he heard Lin Bozhou's steady voice.

"Um."

"..."

Meng Huanzui retracted all the words, opened his eyelids and looked at him unexpectedly: "What?"

He found that Lin Bozhou's face was a little strange, which may be a problem set in the original book. He has an extraordinary sensitivity to the word "escape".

"If you are a husband, you are a bad person and a heartless person." Lin Bozhou accepted every word and word, and leaned slightly, Meng Huan's figure was reflected in his brown eyes. feel the meaning.

Meng Huan's throat rolled nervously.

"Now," Lin Bozhou said slowly, "I'm going to start playing with Huanhuan—"

"..."

The back of Meng Huan's neck was numb, and there was a chill on his back.

"After all, let Huanhuan get pregnant with her husband's child as soon as possible," Lin Bozhou chuckled, his voice seemed to come from the underworld, "I can't run away, can I?"

After the atmosphere is extremely weird.

A brief memory of the past quickly floated in Meng Huan's mind, he let out a scream, and crawled under the bed with all his hands and feet. But he had no strength after drinking, and he had just crawled two steps with his **** out when his ankle was grabbed and he was easily pulled back.

"What are you running for?" Lin Bozhou's voice was steady.

"Woo." Meng Huan cried, his hands curled up like cat's paws, his eyes wide open, and he looked at Lin Bozhou pitifully, "Husband."

Lin Bozhou took off his outer shirt, revealing the lines of his shoulders and neck, his flesh tightly covering the rigid skeleton body, his eyebrows and eyes were still handsome, but his body was inexplicably full of a wild smell that was out of control.

He hadn't touched Meng Huan for a long time, and now he was eager to try, and the dangerous aura emanating from him made people blush.

Meng Huan knew what it was like to be "played" by him, and felt wronged: "Don't, I have to ride a mule tomorrow, it will hurt, I can't do that kind of thing..."

Lin Bozhou's eyes were dark, his slender fingers gently pinched his chin, and he bent down without touching him. Like a struggling fish, Meng Huan let out a more shrill "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" fish while grabbing He shouldered: "Don't, don't, husband, don't..."

Now that he knew he was begging for mercy, his breath still smelled of alcohol, his tone was so greasy that it made people flustered, and the end sound made people's apex ache.

Meng Huan was so obedient, he hurriedly begged for mercy: "My husband is the best, please let me go, okay?"

He was obviously drunk, and his words were more limited than before. He said whatever was in his mind, and he was straightforward and cute.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "But my husband is a cruel heartless man."

"No, my husband is not." Meng Huan put his arms around his neck, "My husband is the best to me."

Lin Bozhou smiled, and leaned over to kiss him, but Meng Huan immediately struggled in stress, as if he was about to be punished, his wrists were tense, and he cried out, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow"

It wasn't until Lin Bozhou rubbed against his lips, stuck the tip of his tongue, and slowly kissed him until his whole body became soft, that he tilted his head in doubt, and lightly grasped Lin Bozhou's arm with his fingers.

"So scared?" Lin Bozhou laughed.

Meng Huan was stunned, and found that it wasn't that scary. When Lin Bozhou kissed him, it brought out the comfort in his bones, and his whole body was unbelievably warm.

Lin Bozhou: "Do you still have children?"

Meng Huan collapsed: "I won't give birth, I won't give birth."

"No." Lin Bozhou lowered his hand, as if he touched something, his eyes stopped on Meng Huan's moist eyes, "Try."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Meng Huan really broke his defenses, whenever he thought about what would happen after Gong Dushou said in the color novel, Meng Huan's mood exploded, "I really can't have a baby, how can we have one! Husband, No, it's going to break, you're going to break me... I'm going to have to-"

"Won't."

Lin Bozhou's tone was as calm as ever, "Try, I will be very careful as a husband."

As he spoke, Meng Huan's eyes darkened, and he hugged her into his arms.

In front of him, there was no expected violent wind and rain, only Lin Bozhou unbuttoned his clothes in the dark shadows.

"..."

Meng Huan looked at him dizzily, a dry thirst rolled out of his throat.

My whole body seemed to be burning slowly.

In the early morning, stationed in the wild, the air is humid and warm, and seems to be contaminated with light mist.

Meng Huan woke up first, this is not good in the barracks, everything is inconvenient, last night Lin Bozhou went out of the tent to carry a bucket of water for Meng Huan to clean up.

Meng Huan sat listlessly for a while, reflecting on himself.

I won't talk nonsense anymore.

Lin Bozhou's abnormality last night made Meng Huan think that he could really conceive.

He wore cotton clothes, showing his fair ears and neck, and his walking posture was normal. It could be seen that his waist was not sore or his legs hurt, but the eyes he looked at Lin Bozhou were more shy and complicated than before.

Lin Bozhou didn't wake up, he put in a lot of effort last night to conceive the child, Meng Huan didn't move much the whole time, it was all his perverted one-man show, and only at the end would he let Meng Huan cooperate.

Without waking him up, Meng Huan quietly walked to the gate of the camp, and met Si Xu who was rushing towards him with big strides.

"Is your lord awake?" He said in a rough voice.

Meng Huan shook his head: "Still sleeping."

"Still sleeping? I was just about to discuss with the prince about training soldiers and horses," Si Xu frowned, "Since the prince is not awake, why are you in the prince's camp?"

Lin Bozhou thought of an excuse last night, and Meng Huan said without changing his face: "My lord has an eye disease and often has headaches. I was angry with General Si so much that my old illness relapsed last night. The villain knows how to massage, so I asked him to stay by my side." One night."

Si Xu was speechless: "The last general is guilty."

Taking advantage of the darkness, Meng Huan hurried all the way back to his tent. Everything was silent, no one in the camp was awake, they were still asleep at this moment, soldiers patrolling back and forth with torches in the distance, they didn't ask Meng Huan when they saw him.

After entering the camp, Meng Huan tried his best to be as light as possible, but still woke up Zhu Dong beside him. He was sleepy: "Why didn't you come back last night?"

Meng Huan repeated what he said to Si Xu just now.

Zhu Dong was not as easy to believe as Si Xu: "Really?"

He is real gossip.

But Meng Huan didn't sleep well, he was very sleepy and didn't want to talk to him, so he yawned and lay down under the quilt, covering his head.

"You mentioned Si Xu just now," Zhu Dong said, "Do you know that he is very powerful."

Meng Huan felt sleepy, but he braced himself up: "Huh?"

"The squad he drills is brave and orderly. I have won the first few times in previous battles. This time, the prince specially summoned him."

Sure enough.

Meng Huan remembered that this person was quite important in the original book, but he didn't remember the specific importance. He understood after hearing what Zhu Dong said.

"He gave the prince a beauty, probably to please the prince, reduce resistance, and facilitate military training in the future, but why didn't the prince agree, isn't he a womanizer?" Zhu Dong thought.

Meng Huan closed his eyes and endured it for a while.

Zhu Dong knocked his hands, and suddenly realized: "Yes, you should give the prince a boy."

"..."

Meng Huan lifted the quilt, got up, and looked at him solemnly: "Zhu Dong."

"Um?"

"You gossip about the lord behind your back like this," Meng Huan's eyes brightened with a little doubt, "Have you never been beaten before?"

Zhu Dong: "This."

"There are too many people." Meng Huan imitated a serious tone, and made a decapitated expression. "Walls have ears. Now you can be heard by people talking nonsense. If you report to the prince in the future, you will be finished."

"..."

Zhu Dong's expression suddenly panicked a lot: "Then I won't say anything."

Two days later, Shanhaiguan went abroad.

It is said that when they finally reached Chengguan, Meng Huan dismounted from his little mule and changed to walking, but he couldn't help staggering as soon as he dismounted.

There were several layers of blood blisters on his feet, and he walked like a little mermaid, with the soles of his feet cut like a knife.

Why.

finally reached.

Meng Huan looked down at his feet.

His feet were still white and clean, with skinny bones and pinkish-white toes, but there were blood blisters on the heels and little toes, which were pricked by needles, and now they were stained with blood.

Although Lin Bozhou rubbed him from time to time, he was too tired to walk, and he was inevitably injured.

Meng Huan took a deep breath and looked at this strange city gate.

After walking on the road for more than ten days, among the unkempt people, he was the only one who maintained a rare decency. His black hair covered his fair ears, his lips were ruddy, and he was as handsome and fresh as a gust of wind. His red skin under the cotton coat showed his fairness lining.

This may be the protagonist's halo.

Zhu Dong came from behind him and said: "We will enter the city soon. Once we enter the city, we will live in the largest official residence with the prince, sleep in bed, eat, and wear silk and satin. Damn it! I've had enough of this journey!"

Meng Huan hummed lazily: "I've had enough, too."

He just wanted to find a bed to sleep well, and then complained to Lin Bozhou, and had a good talk with him.

The people in the palace packed their bags, but they didn't wait for the news of entering the city.

Meng Huan was dismissed and said, "Go and ask?"

Meng Huan had no choice but to stand up and walk towards Lin Bozhou and Chen Anzai's military tent. They had just dismounted and stood in front of the military tent, but their expressions were very dignified.

Lin Bozhou stepped on a stone with his boots, and frowned. When he saw Meng Huan, his eyes were gentle for a moment, and then he turned away.

"Why did Mao Chengchang come out of the city to meet him?" he asked.

The generals talked a lot.

"have no idea."

"We sent a message earlier, saying that we are about to arrive at Shanhaiguan. Didn't they receive the news?"

"No, how could it be possible not to open the city gate to welcome him?"

Meng Huan blinked, looked around ignorantly, the atmosphere was tense, but he didn't know what happened.

He struggled to keep up with Lin Bozhou's thoughts and understand all of this, but even if he tried to recall the contents of the original book, he still didn't know anything.

After a while, several soldiers came over: "My lord, the last general welcomes you late!"

Lin Bozhou was expressionless, looking down at them with narrowed eyes.

The commander said: "My lord, Chairman Mao has set up a banquet in the city at this moment, to welcome my lord, please come into the city at the end of the day!"

Lin Bozhou raised his hand, and someone fetched a portrait. He looked down and confirmed that this person was Zhu Hai, the commander of Shanhaiguan. His expression was a little gentle: "Why didn't Chairman Mao come?"

"Mr. Mao met the enemy Zhu Lizhen two days ago. He fell off a horse and broke his leg. Today he is struggling to meet the prince! He was persuaded by the last generals, and now he is waiting for the prince in the city."

Lin Bozhou smiled and said, "Really? Then the king will go to the city to see him now."

His tone was light and calm, without the tension just now.

Meng Huan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Looks like it's finally going to town.

— Delicious meals, comfortable beds, and sheltered rooms seem to be beckoning to him.

Meng Huan was about to go back and remind everyone to bring their burdens and enter the city with the prince, but Lin Bozhou seemed to have remembered something and stopped in his tracks.

He stood there with a stern figure in a flying fish suit, his dark eyebrows raised, his eyes reflecting the foggy sky, his expression seemed to have become gloomy like gray fog, making it hard to figure out.

"The army of 150,000 has not yet been settled, and it is getting late, and it seems that it is going to rain." Lin Bozhou said, "This king should stay outside the city for one night, arrange the troops and horses, and then enter the city tomorrow morning to have a talk with Chairman Mao. "

Zhu Hai's face changed slightly: "My lord—"

Lin Bozhou looked sideways, and smiled at him like a spring breeze: "You go back to the city and prepare more wine and meat, and reward the army tomorrow. If you can't prepare, I will only ask you."

When Meng Huan heard this sentence, he glanced at him unexpectedly.

"..."

Lin Bozhou is lying.

—He's about to kill.

Because this living Hades would not speak in such a relaxed tone to anyone other than himself, if he said so, there would be a high probability that he would let the other party relax their vigilance, and it would be a fatal blow.

Meng Huan licked his lower lip, although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions, and just stood aside dejectedly. At the same time, he felt a little pain in his feet, but he couldn't say anything.

Lin Bozhou's tone was friendly, while Zhu Hai's tense shoulders relaxed: "Then I will go back to the city first."

When he could no longer see Lin Bozhou when he turned his head, Lin Bozhou's expression became calm, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the low-pressure groove, and his long and narrow eyes became extremely cold: "Mao Chengchang wants to take the head of this king to Zhu Lizhen, it is really daring !"

Meng Huan's almond eyes also widened, seeing his expression without exception.

"What!?" Marquis Zhenguan asked for him.

None of them were as keen as Lin Bozhou, and none of them realized the danger just now.

"Mao Chengchang fell into Jianzhou. Knowing that the king would surely die when he came, he decided to use the head of the king to sacrifice Zhu Lizhen to please him and preserve his glory and wealth." Lin Bozhou said in a flat tone, "He asked the king to advance into the city and pay 150,000 yuan. The soldiers and horses were stopped outside the city, and this king happened to be beheaded by him alone."

"..."

Meng Huan seemed to have a layer of cold sweat on his back, his expression was a little dazed, and he looked at Lin Bozhou blankly with his dark eyes.

I rely on.

Just for a moment, is it between life and death?

Does Lin Bozhou have hundreds of minds? !

Meng Huan's dark eyes rolled, puzzled, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Lin Bozhou clenched his horsewhip tightly, the ravine between his brows never subsided, as if he was thinking about how to solve this crisis.

However, when he thought of something, his dark eyes fell on Meng Huan's face, and he asked softly with a half-smile, "What's your nephew here for?"

"..."

Meng Huan said "Huh?"

He suddenly couldn't tell what his feet were hurting, he wanted to act like a baby, everyone was tired from the journey, and they were about to urge him to rush into the city.