MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 92

"Let's go quickly." Zhu Dong said.

Meng Huan's footsteps seemed to be frozen in place: "Where are you going?"

"Go down the tower. The opponent is good at using bows and arrows, so it's dangerous to stand here."

Meng Huan let him drag and run downstairs, just in time to stagger with the sergeants who went up the tower in an orderly manner, and they stood in their respective positions according to the instructions.

When he ran back to the street, Meng Huan could no longer see the scene outside the city, but he could hear the chaotic neighing outside the city.

There were many people who set up stalls on the street, packed their bags and went home one after another, closed their doors, and the city was immersed in a panic, as if the end of the world was coming.

A few figures in front hurriedly came, led by Shan Xing. He found Meng Huan, and the sweat on his forehead finally fell: "Master Biao, go back to the mansion quickly, and don't go out unless necessary. The prince will solve everything here. I will also tell Master Biao."

He was obviously sent by Lin Bozhou to protect Meng Huan.

"Can…"

Meng Huan's brows flashed a bit dazed.

Others wore books, so they probably went to the battlefield to kill the enemy at this moment, but Meng Huan did not have the ability to fight, so he could only stay in a safe city as a kind of person protected by the fighters, and try not to cause trouble to others.

His mind was in chaos, flashing past the people outside the city, the refugees trampled to death by horseshoes, and... the medicine given to Lin Bozhou.

He was wrapped in a huge sense of powerlessness.

Meng Huan has always been very clear about himself, when faced with things he can control, he can go all out, at all costs, but now the gold and iron horse, the dynamics of the universe, are not within his ability.

Only Lin Bozhou's courage and insight can control the overall situation of the world.

Only Lin Bozhou can.

Only Lin Bozhou dared.

"I'm going back to my residence right away," Meng Huan said.

When he returned to the yard, the pot of medicine for Lin Bozhou was still on the stove, containing the cooled medicine juice, which gave off a bitter smell.

Meng Huan stared at the concoction for a while, as if he was still immersed in the afternoon, Zhu Lizhen did not commit any crimes, Lin Bozhou did not suffer from any recurrence of eye disease, and the refugees were not treated as worthless garbage and executed. After a while, he came to his senses and remembered that it was time to give Lin Bozhou the medicine for staying up late. Pick up the coals, turn the stove up, and watch the red flames brighten again.

It was as if, in the firelight, I could see Lin Bozhou's eyebrows clearly.

In the past few days, the fire outside the city has not been extinguished, and in the middle of the night, there are often rumbling movements outside the city.

Meng Huan was bored in the yard, and boiled medicine for Lin Bozhou every day. Every time, he put it in a new jar, wrapped it in a quilt, and put it in a small basket, and let Shan Xing carry it to the camp.

There was a "click" at the door, and Shan Xing came back, holding a medicine jar in his hand, and there were cracks on the jar.

"My lord dropped the medicine jar," he said.

Meng Huan took it and was in a daze: "Is he so angry? Why did you drop my pot?"

The only connection Meng Huan has with Lin Bozhou now is this jar, and he can only use this to express his concern for him.

Being dropped, Meng Huan felt that his heart was also dropped.

"The new supervisor in the battalion always finds faults, like an idiot, he obviously has no idea about the formation of troops, but he has to keep asking, and every time he has to explain to him." Shan Xing sat down and drank Sipping some hot tea, he said, "My lord is extremely bored, but the supervisor was sent by His Majesty, so I have to deal with it."

"All right."

Meng Huan could understand that Lin Bozhou had thrown something. He sat down and rubbed his eyes: "Why don't you lock up the supervisor who caused the trouble? The war is urgent. Since this person is causing trouble, let's deal with it temporarily."

"There's no way to close it, young master." Shan Xing smiled wryly.

He is an idler in the army, but he has a lot of knowledge.

"Since it was sent by His Majesty, it represents His Majesty. Locking him up proves that he wants to resist His Majesty's will. His Majesty changed the supervisor before the battle. This is a sign of distrust of the prince. Disrespecting the supervisor will only make His Majesty worse." Do not trust."

"so…"

Meng Huan's eyes were full of doubts.

In the past few days, the flames outside the city are burning, and the people in the city are in panic. He often has nightmares in the middle of the night, dreaming of dead bodies, and wakes up sweating profusely. Eyes wait for dawn.

Under such a tense battle situation, I originally thought that the Chinese army's account was unified with the outside world, but I didn't expect there to be so much suspicion and betrayal.

"Why does Your Majesty do this?"

"No wonder Your Majesty," Shan Xing drank tea with a calm voice, "The prince has monopolized power in the court, and now he is leading the elite Beijing army to fight, which is equivalent to holding military power. His power has already threatened His Majesty. How can the emperor's family be so powerful?" How emotional is it? Of course, His Majesty will be afraid of the prince and be wary of the prince."

He is right.

People are selfish.

Especially when it comes to power struggles, even fathers and sons will appear naive if they have emotional expectations.

In the ice and snow, there was a brief silence.

Meng Huan remembered something.

He raised his head, his eyes were black, and he looked at Shan Xing with slightly opened almond eyes: "Will the prince rebel?"

His voice was relaxed, as if discussing a plot in a book.

But with a sound of "Kacha!", the cup of Shanxing fell to the ground and shattered. The hot tea drenched the snow flakes, and the snow sank there, and the skin quickly became smooth and condensed into a stronger Ice and snow, extremely cold.

Shan Xing picked up the cup, his voice trembling: "Young Master Biao, you can't say this kind of thing a second time, this is putting the prince in a position of infidelity."

The struggle for power is very harsh, the more power at the top, the more dehumanized it will be. A simple sentence may lead to a catastrophe, or even a tragedy in the palace.

Not even a whisper in the enclosed courtyard.

Meng Huan's back felt cold, and he realized the cold atmosphere surrounding power.

Under such a situation, it seems that any emotion, any tenderness will be swept, strangled, and crushed by that cruel and ruthless center without leaving a trace.

"I see." Meng Huan said.

Snow flakes fell one after another, onto the broad branches, and onto the stone slabs in the yard.

Shan Xing's tone calmed down: "Master Biao likes the violent and barren winter?"

Meng Huan looked at him, not knowing why he asked.

"General." He replied.

After a pause, he added, "It's too cold, I don't like it being so cold."

He likes places that are more lively and milder.

Shan Xing smiled: "After that, it will probably embarrass the prince."

Meng Huan didn't understand the meaningless sentence.

But Yamako stood up and seemed to be planning to return to the barracks.

Meng Huan also stood up and went to look at the medicine boiling on the stove. The brown boiling juice exuded a strong fishy and bitter smell. Meng Huan said: "The medicine is ready, you can take it away in a jar and give it to the prince to drink."

Shan Xing tilted his head, his lips moved slightly, and his expression hesitated.

It seems that it should not be said.

But after thinking about it, he still spoke.

"Last night, the lord disappeared."

"What?"

The yard was blown by the north wind, and many dead leaves fell. At this time, there was no other movement except for the whistling wind.

Meng Huan stood there for a long time before he lifted his eyelids as if waking up from a dream, "What did you say?"

"My lord's eye disease has relapsed and I'm blind, so I don't want us to tell you, lest you worry," Shan Xing comforted him intimately, "But everything is going on in an orderly manner under the lord's arrangement. Back and forth. Your lord's clever plan, most of Zhu Lizhen should be attracted soon."

Normally, Meng Huan would have believed it. But Lin Bozhou can endure a whole day without telling him about his eye disease, how credible is his words now?

Meng Huan curled his lower lip, displeased: "I'm going to take a look."

Shan Xing couldn't stop him, so he had to joke: "Okay, the prince's eyes are really stared at by everyone."

"Can it be the same?" Meng Huan couldn't help muttering.

Many people are concerned about Lin Bozhou's eye disease, but most people care about whether he can control the order in the army, whether he can stabilize the court, and whether he can continue to hold power.

Meng Huan didn't think so much, he only knew that Lin Bozhou hated eye diseases, didn't like the dark, and when he couldn't see anything around him, the pain in his heart would swallow him up, that's all.

...He wanted to be with Lin Bozhou when he was unhappy.

Meng Huan made up his mind, ran to the gate of the city, the gate was open, but a crowd of people entered the city, among them was the person he was looking for.

The crane cloak Lin Bozhou was wearing was blown away by the wind, and the fox fur around his ears and neck was stained with flakes of snow, making his eyebrows and eyes darker, his appearance elegant and handsome, both powerful and elegant.

His eyes were not covered with white veils, and every step he took was calm and capable, not at all like someone who couldn't see.

"Deliberately lost for a few days, and finally attracted Zhu Lizhen's army. They all divided up the troops according to the prince's instructions, and now we are waiting for the news of the victory. Whether we can succeed is tonight." Chen An said, "My lord, Let's wait on the tower."

"Um."

Chen An said a few words in Lin Bozhou's ear.

Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan's direction, and said in a cold and distant tone, "Tell him to come over and help me."

"..."

Meng Huan got angry, and originally wanted to walk slowly on purpose, but thought that he was blind, so he said to forgive you for keeping the matter from me.

He led him to the highest place in the whole city by stepping on mud bricks and stone slabs in the night.

"Is it windy?" Lin Bozhou asked.

"..."

Meng Huan guessed that he should be in a good mood.

Lin Bozhou's voice was gentle: "What did you see downstairs?"

Meng Huan cast his gaze down. On the flat ground below the city tower, black horses lined up neatly. There were about tens of thousands of black horses. The military appearance is even more powerful.

These people are tall, with bows and arrows on their backs, and they have a barbaric atmosphere.

The dust raised by their horseshoes seems to have flooded Jizhou, and could easily crush the city gates.

"Zhu Li really has a lot of people." Meng Huan described stumbledly, "I feel like I can't beat them."

"Well, I'm telling the truth," Lin Bozhou said softly, "What else?"

Meng Huan stepped on his feet and looked down for Lin Bozhou. The breeze blew away his white forehead.

—he saw it.

The city gate of Jizhou was too small, and the flat ground in front of the city was also small, and Zhu Lizhen's too many horses could not gallop. At this time, because of the cramped terrain, they were circling anxiously.

The atmosphere on the opposite side was very impatient, as if they were in a hurry to attack the city.

Meng Huan: "They seem to be very crowded."

"That's right." Lin Bozhou laughed, and after he finished laughing, he asked, "Do you like watching fireworks?"

Meng Huan looked at him in surprise.

To be honest, Lin Bozhou has almost never laughed since he left for the expedition.

Meng Huan was stunned: "What fireworks are you watching?"

Just after asking, there was a sudden burst of sharp and ear-piercing explosions from the city tower, which made people's ears go numb, their brains were full of echoes, and their legs became sore and limp uncontrollably.

When Meng Huan's legs went limp from fright, Lin Bozhou clenched his hands tightly. He thought that the burst of explosion and fire would not last long, but it kept ringing non-stop, and rushed towards Zhu Lizhen's camp.

"Brute force is indeed a good thing, but they can only be trapped outside the Great Wall. Dazong Guozuo has relied on their disdainful intelligence for more than two hundred years."

Lin Bozhou said calmly: "They should have rolled back with scars."

The frightened horses started to run, but the territory was too narrow, and the place to run was limited, resulting in bumps and tramples that caused many real Zhu Li to be thrown off the horses, and then trampled to death by the horses.

Some people realized that something was wrong and tried to retreat. When the horses fell back into the deep and narrow valley, the catapults on both sides operated, and the stones pushed down from the heights knocked all the people and horses down.

The horse's hoof fell and fell to the ground staggeringly, Zhu Lizhen was in a mess.

However, the large group of sergeants did not appear on the field. When Zhu Lizhen was exhausted and panicked, the five-way large group of soldiers attacked from the valley. They trained in an orderly manner. All are military merits! The prince said! Give us glory and wealth! We have no worries about food and clothing! Go!"

The morale is great, gathering into a flood.

The torrential flood quickly dispersed the enemy's formation and cut it apart.

Split.

rout.

devour.

…

In the shocking scene, Meng Huan's heart was beating wildly, his whole body was hot, and he approached the city wall unconsciously. The images of refugees being driven out a few days ago flooded into his mind. He really wanted to rush into this group of soldiers and join them to kill this group of butchers.

His palms were hot and sweaty, and his pulse beat faster than usual.

Feeling Meng Huan's excitement, Lin Bozhou turned his slack eyes and asked, "Is it spectacular?"

Meng Huan nodded desperately: "Spectacular!"

"pity."

Lin Bozhou's extremely soft voice was blown away by the wind, "I can't see it."

Meng Huan's throat suddenly rolled.

How ridiculous, what a twist.

Lin Bozhou devoted himself to this decisive battle. He worked hard and planned for three whole months. He was not tense for a moment. He reorganized the battalion, remarked military achievements, punished bad generals, recruited troops, and united people... Working hard for this war, the wind and frost destroyed Hit, the whole person seems to have been sucked out of blood, suffering, but he failed to see this grand victory.

Meng Huan held his hand tightly: "Lin Bozhou."

He didn't want to call him by his identity, but by his name.

The wind from the wilderness blew over and entered Meng Huan's eyes, the pain was like a knife cutting.

His voice choked and broke.

"we won."