MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 81

Through the sparse grid of the fence, orange light shines through.

According to the sun-tanned shoulders, the skin was broken. The bones of the young man were already thin and weak, and now they are even more stained with the scene of being tortured.

The light in Lin Bozhou's eyes dimmed. He was too familiar with this wound. Many soldiers were sunburned during the march, and there were such red marks on their shoulders and necks. If they were not treated well, they would fester. He didn't expect to appear on Meng Huan's shoulder.

But Meng Huan's tone didn't care at all, he only cared about what he had done, and was complacent waiting to be praised.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, his eyes fell on his shoulders, and his tone did not increase: "Does it hurt?"

Meng Huan said, "A little bit."

After speaking, realizing Lin Bozhou's worry, he comforted him, "You don't need to worry about it, it's just a sunburn, and it will be fine soon."

Lin Bozhou put his fingers on his cuffs and curled up slightly. He has a hard-working personality, and he seems to be exhausting his efforts for the things that the people he cares about. But he couldn't say the words of reproach, so he smiled: "Huanhuan also knows that her husband will care."

The voice is low and hoarse.

There was no questioning, but the meaning in the words was much heavier.

Meng Huan knew that he was distressed, blinked his eyes, and said seriously: "Isn't it too windy and sunny for you to ride around outside? I see that you are busy, so I think you can do something to help lighten everyone's burden. "

The young man in the bamboo fence had damp hair, fixed his dark eyes on him, and declared, "I'm quite useful."

Lin Bozhou laughed again in a low voice.

It's like seeing a child grow up: "Well, Huanhuan is the most useful."

"..."

Meng Huan was quite embarrassed: "Hey hey."

He laughed, Lin Bozhou bent his lips, and smiled, stretched his hand over the bamboo fence to rub his hair: "After taking a bath, I will apply medicine for you, my husband."

Meng Huan nodded: "Yes!"

He twisted up the wet veil and soaked his body with water. Lin Bozhou next to him lowered his eyes slightly and looked down his shoulder. However, when Meng Huan realized that his gaze was raised too much, Lin Bozhou immediately smiled harmlessly and restrained himself. With the fangs and claws of his carnivore.

"..."

Meng Huanxin said, okay.

I can't even scold him if I want to.

After washing his body and putting on clean clothes, he followed him to the room. A jade white medicine bottle was filled with cool and moist ointment. Lin Bozhou dipped his fingertips and applied it to his wound.

Meng Huan lay with his legs open, like an old man, while Lin Bozhou stood beside him with lowered eyebrows, applied medicine and massaged him, and spoke softly.

Meng Huan couldn't hold back: "Husband."

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou gently pinched his neck and ears.

Meng Huan said: "I feel like a man who came home after working outside for a day. You are the wife I raised."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips, with a smile that was not a smile, and asked cooperatively: "How does the head of the family feel?"

"very good."

As soon as he finished speaking, his jaw was gently pinched: "Yeah, Huanhuan is the best."

His tone was playful, not aggressive, and he seemed to agree with him, with a feeling of green tea pleasing men.

"..."

Meng Huan thought he could resist green tea, only to realize that he couldn't, and his ears turned red all of a sudden.

Lin Bozhou's hand was shaking in front of his eyes, his finger bones were long and tanned, and he looked tense and strong, which inexplicably reminded Meng Huan of something.

His ears were warm, he looked around to make sure there was no one there, grabbed Lin Bozhou's hand and licked his dry lips, and said actively: "Husband, should we—"

Just as he was about to say something, a sergeant in iron armor suddenly strode into the door, his footsteps hurried and his head was sweating profusely.

Sitting in the coach's seat, Meng Huan saw the outsider coming, got up and stood aside, and swallowed his words.

"Report to the prince! The military situation is urgent!"

In an instant, Lin Bozhou restrained the gentle eyebrows and eyes that coaxed his wife just now, tightened the cork with his slender fingers, and looked sideways with his narrow eyes.

"explain."

"The capital of Liaodong has fallen! Zhu Lizhen's army of cavalry is approaching Jinzhou." The sergeant crawled out of the trench, his cloth armor was wet with blood, his body was dirty, his throat was thirsty when he spoke, and his eyes were full of fear .

To Da Zong, who had been at peace for a long time, Zhu Lizhen's savage cavalry was like ghost cavalry from hell, cruel and tyrannical, like a storm with iron hooves, they trampled down the guard army they organized in haste, and killed them to pieces. A does not stay, crying and howling everywhere.

Lin Bozhou's fingertips were cold, and he whispered, "It's broken."

His whole body was numb, and his spine felt a chill.

Meng Huan asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and kept his voice calm, "Except for horses and scimitars, the Zhulizhen clan is backward in other things, and they rely on looting for food, grass and military resources, but occupying the Liaodong capital will definitely make a lot of money. Now, the enemy is getting stronger and stronger. , and we're getting weaker—"

Meng Huan's lips moved slightly, and he could understand and realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Your Majesty, don't worry!" The soldier's name was Zhou Kan, his voice was trembling, "The subordinates knew that the supplies from the city would be robbed, so they ordered to burn all the food and military supplies along the way, and let the people flee south with the army."

With tears in his eyes: "But, their cavalry marched too fast, covering up and killing many soldiers and people along the way—"

In his eyes, there are still reflections of the galloping iron hoofs of the group of barbaric cavalry, the blood-stained scimitar is like a ruthless sickle, harvesting the flesh and blood of the people along the way one after another, and the swords and swords splashed with blood.

They are merciless and cruelly sanctioning the civilization of the Central Plains.

The voice trembled and returned to silence, and several people were immersed in the news.

"Kang Dang—" a sound broke the silence.

Lin Bozhou put down the medicine bottle, his eyes narrowed: "Let's go."

Meng Huan: "Where are you going?"

"Jinzhou."

Lin Bozhou picked up the long knife on the table, glanced at him, his voice was gentle for a moment and then tense: "Be obedient, you stay inside the city gate and complete the city defense, don't follow."

Touching Meng Huan's face: "My husband will be back soon."

"..."

-But.

Meng Huan didn't say anything.

There was something calm and congested in his heart, and a lot of words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak. He walked forward, watching Lin Bozhou's figure hurriedly, and the guards of the palace followed after leaving the courtyard, and the sassy red-gold robe disappeared behind the wall.

Jinzhou...Jinzhou...

Maintaining a daze in his mind, Meng Huan felt that he hadn't heard that word, and what he was worried about might not be true.

He suddenly ran into the military yard, sweating profusely. When he saw Chen An, his breath was short of breath, his fair skin was covered with wet sweat, and he looked at him with moist eyes: "Chen Changshi, what are you going to do, my lord?"

When Lin Bozhou was not in the city, Chen An was responsible for taking care of the rear for him. He closed the notebook and said gently: "My lord has gone to the Jinzhou battlefield to meet the enemy. The battle is extremely urgent and there is no delay. My lord just left."

—It was like a lightning strike.

—The stone fell to the ground with a crash.

"battlefield…"

Meng Huan repeated it on his lips.

Scenes flashed through his mind, corpses shrouded in horse leather, blood flowing...Under the dark sky, Lin Bozhou was sitting in the city defense where the soldiers died, his teeth clenched on the tulle tied to his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were stained with blood, gloomy He looked sideways at the tens of thousands of iron cavalrymen approaching the city... He also saw Lin Bozhou alone, with blood in his eyes, raising his jaw on the battlefield amidst the wind and blood, quietly feeling the heavy rain mixed with blood falling from the gloomy sky...

...A lot of pictures flashed by.

Meng Huan's blood seemed to be drained in an instant, his whole body was cold, and he lost any ability to think. Action and thinking are extremely strenuous, almost like falling into the abyss.

Something seemed to urge him to wake up, and that rationality came back to his mind.

Meng Huan's lips turned pale, and he asked, "Can the lord win?"

Knowing that he was worried, Chen An comforted him and said: "Princess, don't worry too much. Your lord is unparalleled in the world. You must have a good strategy to fight Zhu Lizhen. You won't be easily defeated like a withered guard."

He paused, "Just in case, if it's just in case. If the city is broken, the prince can return to Shanhaiguan. There is still room, so we won't be in a dead end."

Meng Huan nodded: "So that's the case."

Chen An said with a smile: "Since we are in the rear, we should hurry up to build city defenses, ensure the delivery of food and grass, and give the prince a strong back support."

Meng Huan hummed again, ready to leave: "Then I'll go back."

As soon as he turned his footsteps, he was stopped again.

Chen An's voice was clear: "It will be the prince's birthday in half a month. The princess can arrange the food and wine, and wait for the good news of the prince's triumphant return."

Meng Huan paused, then turned around, "His birthday?"

"Yes, the prince never likes to be extravagant in his own affairs. When the concubine was there, he spent time with the prince. But after arriving in the capital, it was time to go to the palace to eat a bowl of longevity noodles with his majesty. There was never any movement in the mansion, and the servants Take a day off."

Chen An smiled: "I'm afraid the prince will look forward to celebrating his birthday with the princess."

Meng Huan hummed: "I remember."

People like Lin Bozhou celebrate their birthdays openly, and many people who want to cling to him will give gifts, compete for beauty, and break the door. This kind of scene was seen by others, and they wanted to call him arrogant, and others followed suit.

Therefore, Lin Bozhou has always been more concerned than less. Except for the court, his private life is quite low-key. At that time, he did not marry a wife, and he seldom had fun.

With no one to accompany him, he must be very lonely, right?

Standing in the yard, Meng Huan felt the heat in his eyes, and a wave of emotion seemed to be tearing at his chest, about to rush out.

He lowered his head, gritted his chaotic teeth, suppressed the surge, and quickly returned to the wing room and grabbed the quilt to cover his face.

There were people walking around outside the house, Meng cheered and held back the trembling all over his body until the coolness on his cheeks dried up.

Not long after, there was a creaking sound from outside the door.

"Brother Chen, dinner is ready! Let's go, let's eat together." Zhu Dong's voice said, "I've been looking for you all afternoon, where are you going?"

Meng Huan quickly wiped his face, and deliberately said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not feeling well—"

In the next second, the quilt was lifted: "Why are you lying on the bed in broad daylight? Do you want to eat or not—"

His cheerful voice paused when he saw Meng Huan's reddish eyes.

Zhu Dong's expression was awkward for a second: "The man does not shed tears lightly, homesick?"

Meng Huan simply sat up straight: "No."

"Hey, why?" Zhu Dong thought about the reason for his discomfort, frowned, and slapped his thigh, "I heard that the prince went to the battlefield today, are you worried?"

We are good friends with him.

Meng Huan didn't hide anymore, he was ashamed but nodded.

Zhu Dong immediately looked at him with complicated eyes.

"..." Meng Huan realized his embarrassing identity, and opened his lips, but he didn't know how to explain, so he could only press his lips numbly.

"How can you be like a wife whose husband is worried about going to war and shed tears...It's a dangerous fate," Zhu Dong propped his chin, "Brother, I don't recommend you to follow him. I didn't expect you to be genuinely moved."

Listening to this innocent eighteen-year-old boy thinking about his feelings, Meng Huan couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Dong seriously thought about how to comfort him, and after a while he said, "Wait, I'll go get something from my cousin." After a while, he came back with a piece of parchment in his hand, "This is a very A precious map, the place where we met the enemy this time is on this map, I borrowed it, you copy it quickly, and return it after copying."

Meng Huan took the map.

"My lord is traveling in a hurry, traveling 200 miles a day, rushing to the battlefield day and night," Zhu Dong said, "This is where we are now, and this is where your lord is going. Now, your lord should be on your way. "

Meng Huan tapped the map lightly with his white fingers, one by one from Shanhaiguan to Jinzhou, the short distance in the middle is the route of Lin Bozhou galloping day and night.

...Although it seems to be just a boring line, it seems to be a broad road. You can see Lin Bozhou leading thousands of troops, galloping endlessly. In the dark twilight of the evening, the clothes and red tassels are fluttering, rushing to another city. and go.

Meng Huan seemed to...saw Lin Bozhou's figure.

half an hour.

Meng Huan raised his head and looked at Zhu Dong seriously: "Brother, believe me, if you are not promoted by the prince in the future, it must be because I died young."

"???"

Zhu Dong was puzzled, but still said, "Okay. Then you copy the map, I'll go to eat, and I'll bring you some steamed buns and steamed buns later."

Meng Huan nodded: "Go, good brother."

Watching Zhu Dong leave the room, Meng Huan picked up the map and took a deep breath, took out the brush and Luban ruler, and drew the map stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

Every time he wrote, Meng Huan's anxiety eased a little. Keep writing, keep decompressing, until the whole picture is copied, and Lin Bozhou's marching route is also familiar by heart at the same time.

After Meng Huan shook his hand, he let go of the brush, dried the drawing, carefully folded it, and pressed it under the pillow.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down completely, and his heart became full.

He waited for the day when Lin Bozhou came back.

Give him a birthday.

Light a lantern for him.

Watch the one-of-a-kind fireworks with him again.