Transmigrated as the Regent's Runaway Wife

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ONE
“It hurts…”

The exploding pain spread throughout his brain, as if a valley had cracked open.

Meng Huan’s lips were dry, and he was suffocating and unconscious, with endless dreams echoing in his mind. He dreamed that he was standing in front of a pillar, holding his head high and scolding: “Even if I die, I will never be a concubine to that treacherous minister!”

“I am listed as a warrior, and I am not allowed to care about my own interests. I sacrificed my life for the country, and I regarded death as returning home. If I marry this treacherous minister, I will be no different from the corrupt scholars in the court, and no different from you pigs and dogs who are of the same blood!”

“Heaven has accepted me, not wanting me to be filthy, and wants me to come pure and leave pure…”

Meng Huan’s eyelashes fluttered, and the figure of the young man swayed in front of her eyes. The other person’s eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as hers, handsome and slender, but he had long hair and a long robe, which flowed gracefully, and his expression was furious.

After the man finished saying this, he slammed into the pillar.

“boom!”

A sharp pain like an explosion sounded in his head, and Meng Huan suddenly shouted: “No!”

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and his face was covered with sticky beads of sweat, which slid down his pale and handsome jaw and wet the hair around his ears.

There was a man standing in front of him. He looked at him and stood up.

Someone asked.

“are you awake?”

“woke up.”

“That’s good. Don’t let him commit suicide again. Wash it first. The prince will need it at night.”

After that, there was a sound of a door opening and someone walked out.

Meng Huan’s heart was beating violently, the pain in his head had not yet subsided, and he looked around in a daze.

…The red wedding room and candles, the blood-stained pillars, and the incomprehensible and chaotic words, are we still in a dream?

Meng Huan blinked, and the little slave who had just been ordered came over, holding a basin of water, and asked, “Master Meng?”

Meng Huan looked at him in surprise: “What did you call me?”

“I call you Master Meng, what’s wrong?”

After he finished speaking, the other party took out a sharp knife from his back and said to himself: “Master Meng, if you still insist on seeking death, I can help you. Although this is a pig-killing knife found in the kitchen, I washed it more than ten times and it is clean. It must be worthy of your noble head.”

“………………”

Meng Huan licked his lips, as if he didn’t hear clearly, “W-what?”

“Mr. Meng was forcibly taken into the palace, but he still refused to bend under our prince’s crotch. He is a man of high character. It’s a pity that he tried to commit suicide by hitting a pillar in the afternoon, but was rescued. I am really helpless.” The little slave Xi held up a knife and said word by word, “I admire your character and am willing to help you commit suicide to preserve your reputation.”

“…………”

What.

What the hell is going on?!

Meng Huan just remembered that he read a novel last night and then fell asleep. Why did things become so strange when he opened his eyes?

“Sir, I sharpened this knife to make it very sharp. It can easily cut through the flesh and won’t let you die in such pain—”

The man said, putting the knife to his fingertips and scratching it lightly. Suddenly, bright red blood gushed out, and he said, “Look, it’s very sharp, right?”

Meng Huan: “……………………”

Are you really cutting it?

Before Xiao Xinu cut his hands, Meng Huan thought it was a dream or a prank. However, the moment he saw the bright red blood, Meng Huan woke up suddenly and tried desperately to wave his hands, but found that his hands were tied tightly.

The little slave in front of him was talking, holding a knife, and cutting his hands, like an NPC without any emotions who was just following the plot.

Everything in front of me is so familiar…

Meng Huan remembered!

This is the content of the 1.8 banned BL novel he read last night! This book is labeled as “robbery”, “love and hate”, “the top criticizes the bottom”, “strong hormones explode”, “fighting and doi at the same time”, and the plot is very intense.

Now this suicide scene is the beginning of the novel. The original owner was forcibly abducted to the mansion by the original owner and taken as his own. However, he had a noble character and wanted to commit suicide in anger!

Looking at the knife getting closer and closer, Xiao Xi Nu was still cutting his hands like an emotionless NPC. Meng Huan’s head was about to split open, and he shouted, “Stop!”

“…”

Xiao Xinu stopped his knife and looked at him.

Meng Huan stared at the sharp blade and said, “Put the knife away!”

The little slave’s eyes were a little stuck, and he was stunned for a moment, but he finally regained his sense of life from his absent-minded NPC state and shouted, “Master Meng?”

His expression was full of surprise: “Aren’t you determined to die? In the afternoon…”

Who wants to die!!!

Meng Huan and he looked at each other, eyes wide and small. The little slave’s expression became more and more complicated, and Meng Huan desperately said: “My body and hair are given by my parents. I haven’t even informed my parents yet, how can I easily ask for death?”

Little Xi Nu: “Yes——”

Meng Huan interrupted him: “Don’t say but. Untie me quickly.”

“…”

Xiao Xi Nu let out an “oh” and cut the rope on Meng Huan’s wrist.

Meng Huan thought that he was finally saved. He exhaled heavily, sorted out his feelings, and looked around to confirm whether he had really traveled through the book.

Who knew there was a thump beside his ear, and the little Xinu knelt down again: “Young Master has thought it through and doesn’t want to commit suicide anymore. I’m very happy in my heart, but, wu …

Meng Huan had a headache: “Why are you crying?”

“Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwu, the young master’s innocence will be buried in the hands of our prince…”

“…”

With just one word, Meng Huan’s mood, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again.

Numb.

I really traveled through a book.

Not only did he travel through the book, but he was also quickly driven to follow the plot like a donkey in a production team.

His current identity, yes, is a male concubine who is about to be taken over by someone else.

As for the person who is about to occupy him, it is the male protagonist in the 1.8-rated novel read last night, the Regent Lin Bozhou, an absolute traitor.

This man looks handsome and indifferent, but he actually loves to kill people. During his eight years in office, he has beaten hundreds of ministers to death. Later, he held the court hostage with 300,000 troops from Beijing, framed ten clans and exterminated them, killing tens of thousands of people in one go! His bloody hands and brutal reputation can stop children from crying at night!

He was secretly ridiculed by the ministers in the imperial court as a “standing tyrant”.

Anyone who does not obey his will must die.

Meng Huan’s heart sank: “What a crazy psychopath this is.”

Reading is fun, but traveling through a book is like escaping from a tiger’s mouth and falling into a wolf’s den.

Tears started flowing again as the little slave Xi said, “Master Meng, how about we just commit suicide?”

“…………”

Meng Huan: “Don’t mess with my mentality.”

He took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, walked to the door and pulled it open with a “clack” –

At this moment, there is obviously only one way to save the dog’s life, and that is to escape!

In the original book, the character was imprisoned by the regent in the backyard and kept as a concubine. After failing to commit suicide, she gave up the idea and bided her time. Finally, she found an opportunity to escape to the Nine Borders and organize an army. Her love-hate relationship with the regent was so exciting.

The original owner could escape, why can’t I?

Meng Huan’s heart was filled with lofty ambitions, but when he opened the door, he found that many soldiers had stood in the yard, lined up in several rows. Not even a mosquito could fly out, let alone people.

Meng Huan, who was immediately poured cold water, said: “…”

I heard that I thank you, because you warm the four seasons.

The little slave followed behind him: “Sir——”

The voice stopped abruptly.

The yard was crowded with people. Under the moonlight, a servant dressed as a steward was kneeling on the ground, knocking his head loudly.

“Your Highness, please spare me! Your Highness, please spare me! I was distracted for a moment this afternoon and Master Meng hit the pillar. It was my fault. I failed in my duty. Please spare me, Your Highness. Please have mercy on me!”

The servant’s voice was filled with fear and he crawled forward on the ground, but was kicked away mercilessly by a pair of black boots that emerged from the shadows of the flowers.

The male voice was very low and deep.

“You know you’ve failed in your duty, but you’re not going to accept the punishment?”

The servant’s face turned pale: “Your Majesty…”

Before he could explain, two rows of armored soldiers came out from behind, clamped the manager’s calves with clamps, bent them inside, and then grabbed him under the armpits and dragged him into the darkness.

Then the steward’s howling like a pig being slaughtered was heard.

“Ahhhhhhhh, Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty, please spare me!”

The broken sound made Meng Huan feel a chill on his back.

The Standing Tyrant, his name…is well-deserved.

Meng Huan was about to pretend that nothing had happened and close the door to go into the house, but the bass sound hovered over his head and whispered, “Who?”

It’s creepy, as if it can peel off a person’s skin.

Meng Huan didn’t expect to meet the Regent so soon. He turned his neck stiffly and looked carefully along the shadow of the flower branches, and saw a figure standing there.

The young man was very tall, with the hem of his clothes reaching the ground. The red robe inside was embroidered with dark gold patterns, with a brocade dragon woven on each shoulder and a sash around his waist. His figure was as tall and straight as an orchid and a jade tree. One hand was folded in his sleeve, and the other hand was slowly winding a string of white jade beads.

The beads were passed through his hands one by one. He just scolded the servant, but his fingertips did not stop at all.

Meng Huan couldn’t see his facial features in the shadows. He only vaguely felt that his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and there was a layer of snow-white gauze covering his eyes, which went over the back of his ears and tied at the jade crown on his head.

——As soon as Meng Ren saw the white veil, he understood that this was the Regent Lin Bozhou.

A treacherous minister, a flatterer and a villain.

He is as cruel as an Asura inside and as handsome as a Buddha outside.

The little slave licked his lips and asked, “Sir, are you still running away?”

“…………”

Meng Huan looked at him coldly: “Shut up.”

Lin Bozhou stood there without moving. When he heard the steward’s screams, he gently raised his hand.

The soldiers immediately put down their sticks and carried up the steward, whose back was covered in blood.

Shan Xing, the Qingke standing behind him, spoke up: “You are so unlucky. You can’t even keep an eye on one person, and you only know how to play mahjong and polo. I’ll spare your life for now, but if you do it again next time, the prince will not let you off easily.”

The steward said in a tearful voice: “I understand, I understand, thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty.”

“Go away.” Shan Xing ordered his servants, “Carry him back.”

As the steward was carried away, the yard returned to silence.

During the brief silence, Meng Huan felt that Regent Lin Bozhou’s gaze fell on him again.

Meng Huan felt a chill on his back.

I felt like a weak little rabbit, being held in Lin Bozhou’s fingertips, having my ears pinched and my belly touched at will, and I didn’t dare to say a word.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Meng Huan mustered up her courage and smiled awkwardly at him, “Husband, husband…”

Through the gauze, Lin Bozhou’s eyes lost some of their sinisterness, but the chilling feeling when he looked at people remained the same. He half-turned his head, his hair fell down to cover his forehead, and his lips seemed to twitch slightly.

The understated voice blew over with the wind.

“Isn’t it said that you have a very hot temper?”

Meng Huan: “…………”

This one sentence made Meng Huan’s scalp tighten.

It’s over, the character is not set right.

In the original book, Meng Huan was the only man who confronted the cruel and violent Regent head-on. Not only was he not cut into pieces, but he was respected and courteous and kept aside.

The reason was not only that Meng Huan was extremely smart and handsome, but also because he had a noble temper and was extremely proud. He always looked down on Lin Bozhou, a treacherous minister and a villain.

——Speak in a simple way. The Regent likes smart people with strong tempers.

Call……

Meng Huan exhaled slowly.

For the sake of life safety, it’s time to fuck off the arrogant and smart personality.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man who was standing at the door in a daze suddenly looked refreshed, his brows slightly furrowed, his fair eyebrows were full of contemplation, and even his eyes were narrowed.

Meng Huan has a fresh and handsome appearance, with relaxed brows and eyes, looking very warm, and the narrow corners of his eyes add a bit of feminine beauty, and he looks quite gloomy when he frowns.

Meng Huan propped up his head and scratched his hair.

His extremely smart personality actually has advantages. After all, he just finished reading this book two days ago. Being familiar with the plot of the original book is generally the biggest golden finger for a book traveler.

Meng Huan scratched his hair again.

…I have almost forgotten the novel of 600,000 words.

Meng Huan tried to recall some historical knowledge.

I have almost forgotten it.

Meng Huan: “…………”

“Crash——”

Meng Huan heard the sound of his world of political intrigue, which he had been preparing to unleash, collapsing before his blank mind.

Can he fuck up such a smart character? !

At the same time, a force eight gale rolled up in Meng Huan’s mind, and he began to scream wildly, accompanied by a mechanical sound: Save me! Save me! Save me!

“…” –

The courtyard was silent for a while. The wind blew through the thick green branches of the tree canopy, spreading slightly and shaking off the moonlight all over the ground in the yard.

There was a “click” in front of the door, and Lin Bozhou stepped up on the steps. He was very tall, and his back blocked part of the moonlight. His shadow fell in front of Meng Huan, almost wrapping him up in the shadow without any effort.

The shadow fell, conveying the warmth from his body.

Lin Bozhou turned his head and lowered his eyes: “What do you want to say?”

Meng Huan was stunned for a long time, his expression wavering between wanting to say something but not being able to, anger, despair, and regret. At this moment, he finally came to his senses and looked at the cruel regent in front of him who killed people without blinking an eye.

……save.

Meng Huan was no longer as energetic as when he first entered the book. Instead, he became numb and his heart was dead. There was only a tiny spark of fire flickering in his heart, which was the instinct for survival.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and gave Lin Bozhou a refreshing smile, as if nothing had happened just now.

“?”

Lin Bozhou pursed his teeth lightly and his gaze deepened.

Then, Meng Huan seemed to unintentionally pull open his clothes slightly. Under the silk, the boy’s slender and beautiful figure was revealed, and his skin was as white as porcelain with a slight pink hue.

He coughed and said, “Aren’t you tired from attending court today, my husband?”

The voice was clearly trying to seduce, but it was a little raw and stiff.

She coughed again and gently pulled at his sleeve: “…I’d better wait on you to bed.”

“…”

TWO
Behind Meng Huan, the little Xinu suddenly looked up at him.

His face was full of the thought: Master Meng, when did you become this kind of person?

Meng Huan ignored it.

The original owner was extremely smart, but Meng Huan didn’t have that ability. Since Lin Bozhou was somewhat attracted by his beauty, he could only…serve him with his beauty with tears in his eyes…

Meng Huan comforted himself.

Just serve me lightly, just serve me lightly.

I have to escape even if I find a chance. Gong is a traitor. If his whole family is executed, wouldn’t I, as his concubine, also become a traitor? In order to avoid the blood from splashing on me when I am beheaded, I must draw a clear line as soon as possible.

When Meng Huan was thinking seriously, a bass voice rang in his ears: “I heard that you wanted to commit suicide by hitting the pillar this afternoon?”

Meng Huan smiled stiffly: “I bumped into it accidentally.”

The little slave Xi, who witnessed the original owner’s suicide by drinking and going crazy, had an even more complicated expression, and his lips were trembling, as if he had experienced something strange.

“…”

Meng Huan scratched his hair guiltily. He heard a sneer in his ear. Lin Bozhou stared at him with his dark eyes: “So, you are willing to follow me?”

Meng Huan: “I do.”

After saying this, Meng Huan felt that his answer was too quick and not sincere enough, so he coughed and said, “After all, Your Majesty…”

He tried to use some gorgeous adjectives to praise the Regent to prove that he had good reasons to follow him, such as his handsome appearance, noble character, and great humanity, but his mind was spinning and he was completely blank…

Meng Huan: “…”

Why did I, a kind-hearted man, travel into a political conspiracy novel?

He could only repeat dryly: “I, just, am willing.”

As he said this, he lowered his head slightly. His handsome and fresh face was extremely deceptive, revealing a bit of the shyness of a teenager in love, as well as some unclear persuasiveness.

“Are you so devoted to me?”

The ending of the tune is drawn out.

As soon as Meng Huan raised his eyes, Lin Bozhou’s fingers grabbed his chin. The regent’s knuckles were long and distinct, and he pinched him as if playing with him, his eyes following Meng Huan’s eyebrows.

“…”

Meng Huan’s cheeks were pinched, forming a small lump of flesh, and he dared not even breathe.

Call……

But when he finally couldn’t hold back his breath, he smelled a bloody smell at the tip of his nose.

Meng Huan’s back trembled, and the corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips slightly curved, the light in his eyes faded, and he seemed to be very interested in his reaction.

“The prince just came back from the Northern Pacification Office and has not yet washed, so there is a smell of human blood on his body. The little princess does not need to be surprised or afraid.” Luo Juan added.

Not afraid?

Meng Huan’s face turned pale with fright.

The Beizhenfusi, which was the criminal justice agency of the Jinyiwei, was used by the Regent to interrogate court ministers. These scholars would be stripped of their titles and follow procedures when they were interrogated by the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple, but when they came to the Beizhenfusi, they were like fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan’s voice trembled: “No, I’m not afraid.”

Lin Bozhou’s smile deepened: “Good boy, since you are not afraid, then come and help me bathe.”

Although he was smiling, it was the happy smile of a meat eater before eating, which made people’s scalps tingle.

…If Meng Huan hadn’t known that he was writing about a historical political conspiracy, he would have felt that he was about to be sent into a cave to be fed to the devil and eaten.

“OK……”

Meng Huan stumbled into the room behind him.

Servants came in one after another, bringing hot water. Lin Bozhou stood behind the screen, holding the white jade beads in his hand.

He stretched out his hand.

Meng Huan reluctantly took the thing from the servant’s hand but knew what to do.

The white jade beads were also stained with blood.

“…”

Help.

What a living devil this is.

“Take off your clothes.” Lin Bozhou said.

Meng Huan’s legs went weak. He dropped the jade beads onto the wooden tray held by a servant, walked quickly to Lin Bozhou’s side, and reached out to take off his clothes.

Lin Bozhou was half a head taller than him. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and looked at him intently, and his slightly warm breath fell into Meng Huan’s ears.

“…”

Meng Huan didn’t dare to raise his eyelids, unbuttoned his outer robe, and put his fair hands on his inner robe. The shape of ancient people’s clothes is different from that of modern people. Meng Huan didn’t know where to unbutton, and walked around him a little confused.

Then he heard a low laugh.

“…”

Meng Huanxin said, “Please stop laughing, I’m scared.”

After finally finding the loose knot, Meng Huan pulled the end of the rope gently, and the smooth satin clothes slowly came untied, revealing the male body hidden within.

Just by looking at it, Meng Huan’s face turned red again.

“The Beauty and the Country” is obviously a novel about political intrigue, so why would an old pervert like Meng Huan, who only cares about the emotional line, read it? There is only one reason, that is, the car is driven well.

In the book, the Regent is…how should I put it?

In bed…especially fierce.

So, great figure.

Meng Huan looked away, pretending not to look sideways, but his peripheral vision had already caught the sturdy male body in front of him. His collarbones were thin, his shoulders were broad and neat, and his thin skin was covered with explosive muscles. The blocks were clearly defined, and he could almost imagine the movement of his shoulders and waist…

While reading the article, Meng Huan was amazed by the energy contained in this perfect and strong body.

Meng Huan was a little scared and looked dizzy, so he quickly changed the subject: “You can go into the water now.”

“Can?”

Lin Bozhou asked back with an ambiguous tone.

Meng Huan: “Ah?”

Lin Bozhou’s lips curled slightly: “The lower body is not taken off yet.”

Meng Huan: “…”

No, people on TV don’t take off their pants when taking a shower!

A surge of blood rushed to Meng Huan’s forehead, making his face flush red. He looked at Lin Bozhou as if to confirm, and after realizing that he was not joking, he resigned himself to reaching out his hand to his waist.



——You are noble and great, you want me to take off your pants.

The smooth silk cloth fell to the ground.

Although Meng Huan had reminded himself to avoid the sight, it was too late. The things that were repeatedly described in the book with words like “grand”, “weapon”, “dagger”, “conquering territory”, “plundering”, “pile driver” and so on were so close to him. Meng Huan quickly closed his eyes, cried out “Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin” in his heart, and turned his face away as if he had been stung by a needle.

——The scene I just saw flashed through my mind.

It really is… no exaggeration at all.

Meng Huan panicked like a kitten, and scooped up a handful of water in panic: “Your Majesty, let me help you check if the water is hot…”

The water splashed and Meng Huan’s fingers were shaking.

“Hmm? Are you hot?” Lin Bozhou looked down at his face, his voice full of laughter.

He seemed to take a step forward, and pressed very closely against Meng Huan’s back. Meng Huan could almost feel the hot air falling on his ears, brushing past them with an itchy feeling, making the back of his ears wet, which was extremely tempting.

Meng Huan’s face was not only red, but his fingers were also burning red. He could hardly tell whether it was the water or himself that was hot.

How could this be?

Shouldn’t it?

Could it be that such an emotion was due to the description in the book? After all, the original text often described that the top and the bottom had a high degree of physical compatibility, and they were passionate when they met… Meng Huan confirmed it, so he would trigger this strange switch and be extremely excited about Lin Bozhou.

That’s right.

He has no interest in treacherous ministers!

Meng Huan patted his forehead and forced himself to calm down: “It’s not hot, the water temperature is just right, Your Highness can go in the water.”

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, still smiling a slightly cruel smile of a carnivore: “Thank you, my dear.”

With a “splash”, Lin Bozhou entered the pool.

He supported his chin with one hand, like a mermaid lying on the shore, tapping his ear with his slender knuckles from time to time, still staring at Meng Huan.

Under his gaze, Meng Huan had to constantly remind himself that he could breathe when he was with him in order to relieve the tension in his back.

Meng Huan followed her duties as a concubine and walked to the pool. She picked up his hair and saw some light pink smudged deep inside his jet-black hair.

“…”

Meng Huan finally knew where the smell of blood on his body came from.

Hair. His hair was stained with human blood.

Meng Huan’s heart beat wildly, his face turned pale, his fingers suddenly stiffened, his back, which had just relaxed, tensed again, and his eyes rolled.

Lin Bozhou raised the corner of his lips slightly, as if he was amused by his frightened look, and said with a smile: “The Northern Pacification Office has recently arrested some dishonest corrupt scholars, and I just went to interrogate their accomplices, so my methods were a bit rough. It has nothing to do with you, don’t be afraid.”

Do not be afraid.

As a modern person, when has Meng Huan ever seen such bloody scenes?

Meng Huan nodded stiffly and continued to wash his hair. The layer of blood flowed down and gradually spread, dyeing the surrounding water light red.

Lin Bozhou sat leisurely in the water, his wet black hair sticking to his skin, making him look like a handsome Asura demon.

…The more beautiful, the uglier.

As Meng Huan was muttering to himself, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by him. Lin Bozhou turned his head, the shadow of the candlelight falling on his eyebrows: “My beloved concubine, do you want to bathe with me?”

Meng Huan: “To be honest, I don’t really want to.”

But after he finished speaking, Lin Bozhou paused with his slender fingertips tapping the edge of the pond, and stopped tapping, pausing in an ambiguous manner.

The atmosphere became silent and quiet.

Meng Huan undressed numbly and said without a word: “I’ll be right down.”

The slender fingers resumed tapping.

Lin Bozhou smiled and said, “What a good kid.”

“…”

He had taken off most of his clothes, but Meng Huan still kept on his last pair of shorts as a backup and stepped onto the bank of the pool before entering the water. Then, he stood a few feet away from Lin Bozhou as if avoiding the plague, scooped some water to rinse his body, and pretended to be busy taking a shower.

His skin was white and smooth, as white as smooth porcelain, so white that it almost reflected light. But perhaps because of the heat or shyness, his cheeks, ears, neck, backs of hands and joints were all tinged with red, which was quite attractive.

While washing, Meng Huan secretly glanced at Lin Bozhou who was completely unconcealed. The redness behind his ears became even more intense, and he slowly lowered his head.

Lin Bozhou paused with his fingers resting on his ears, and watched Meng Huan lower his head very low, then sink into the pool water, making a few bubbles and swimming slightly like a small fish.

——As if she would rather drown than face him.

“…”

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips.

He stretched out his arms and swayed them gently in the waves. Then he seemed to grab something and slowly moved upwards. Then, he pinched Meng Huan’s chin and lifted up his entire face.

The boy’s eyelashes were soaked with water, his lips were damp and red, he looked very handsome, but his eyes looked a little dazed as he looked at him.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Lin Bozhou’s eyes. He clasped his knuckles and gently stroked his jaw until a burning heat rose from his fingertips.

——Meng Huan.

The son of Meng Xueming, the Minister of Rites who impeached him five days ago.

Meng Xueming was exiled to Fengxiang as a soldier, and among his children, only Meng Huan was stopped by him and stayed in the capital. It is said that he had scolded him in the yard for several days and nights, and he was sworn enemies with him, but when they met… he was incredibly soft and lovely.

Lin Bozhou’s slender fingers slowly moved down and touched Meng Huan’s delicate and fragile throat, as if he could crush the larynx by just squeezing it lightly.

But he didn’t want to do that.

Lin Bozhou tilted his head and stared thoughtfully at Meng Huan, who was playing the role of a small fish in the pond.

So cute.

What tricks are hidden?

THREE
The time of being played with by the jaw was quite long.

The evaporation of water vapor on Meng Huan’s shoulders brought coolness, and the atmosphere was charming. The scene was like the erotic scene in a TV drama where a tyrant and his favorite concubine take a bath together… flower petals, rose bath, two naked people facing each other, scooping water to wash each other, and then it’s time to be sweet and romantic in the water.


Lin Bozhou stared at him intently. Through the mist, the haziness and ambiguity in his eyes made Meng Huan feel a little dizzy…

According to the routine, they are going to start making love next?

Will he kiss me?

Meng Huan closed his eyes resignedly.

“laugh.”

However, there was a low laugh in my ear.

Lin Bozhou stroked his chin. His fingertips were clean and his hands were big, so he easily pinched his pointed chin and asked with a smile, “What are you thinking about?”

The young man in front of him had his eyes half closed, his eyelashes wet, as if he was waiting for his favor.


… So innocent, Lin Bozhou narrowed his eyes, and recalled the events from the past few days to the present. The young man who had scolded him for days and nights in the yard and was writing furiously, was the son of the upright and honest Meng Xueming in the court. He was known as a child prodigy at a young age, was highly educated, had a noble character, and had a very good reputation in the capital, but now…

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

Meng Huan felt a little itchy when he tickled her and blinked.

How can it be so simple?

Lin Bozhou tightened his fingers. A low voice came from outside the door: “Your Highness. There’s a message from the palace.”

“Well, you’re just in time.” Lin Bozhou let go of his hand and glanced at Meng Huan. He had been waiting for this moment. “Come in.”


Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were behind the screen and could vaguely see a figure walking behind the gauze. The figure stopped behind the screen and said politely, “Your Majesty, pass on His Majesty’s order.”

When an outsider came to discuss important matters, Meng Huan lowered his head and pushed the water surface, pretending to be distracted and manually becoming invisible.


Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and said, “Huanhuan, you listen too.”

Meng Huan looked up and said blankly: “Ah?”

“I have something to ask you later.”

There was some happy malice in the corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips as he raised them slightly. He put his hands on the bank of the pool and closed his eyes lazily.

Meng Huan pursed his lips and turned his gaze to the outside of the screen.


The man who announced the decree read out the order in a serious manner: “Brother, please accept the decree: Five days ago, the Secretary of the Ministry of Rites and the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Works jointly impeached you for abusing your power, embezzling money, and misappropriating tax silver. This is a frame-up, rude and presumptuous, and it is trying to sow discord between you and me. Now I have ordered the East Factory to beat these treacherous officials and exile them. Brother, please do not stay at home under the pretext of illness, but take care of the national situation, take office as soon as possible, and work together with the ministers of the cabinet to preserve the court, so as to comfort my heart. I decree this.”

After the decree was announced, the man stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the room was silent.

Lin Bozhou looked at Meng Huan and raised his eyebrows: “What did you hear?”

The young man in front of him, Meng Huan, was sitting in the water with an expressionless face.

Perhaps it was because the water temperature had dropped and the wind was blowing again, the heat on Meng Huan’s face, which had been soaked in water, had cooled down and turned a lot paler. Now it was even paler, so pale that almost no blood could be seen.

He was nervous.

Very good.

Lin Bozhou saw almost what he wanted to see, and asked with great interest: “What?”

Meng Huan was the son of the Minister of Rites. Even if he was good at disguising himself, he would not have shown any emotion when he heard the news that his father had been exiled…

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, his fingers still tapping on the bank of the pond.

Meng Huan’s eyes finally turned to him.

If Lin Bozhou had been born a few hundred years later, he would have seen a kind of panic and pretended calmness on Meng Huan’s face, similar to that of a poor student who did not understand anything in class but was suddenly called upon by the teacher to answer a question.

The boy’s voice was a little trembling, and he spoke in a staccato manner: “Ah, ah?”

Lin Bozhou: “?”

Then, he saw Meng Huan grabbing his hair, his dark and wet eyes turning pitifully, his voice almost crying: “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it clearly, can you read it again?”

Lin Bozhou: “…………”

The minister who announced the decree: “…………”

Imperial edict, can this be read again?

It was dead silent.

Lin Bozhou’s fingers, which had been tapping casually, stopped completely. He lowered his eyes and looked at him gloomily.

The boy was obviously so nervous that his scalp was clenched, fearing that he would not be able to answer and be scolded by the father. He looked up with pitiful eyes, which made people feel particularly pitiful.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and felt speechless.

……never mind.

Maybe the initial guess was wrong.

Lin Bozhou stood up from the water, took the dry clothes hanging on the screen and put them on his shoulders, said nothing, and strode out of the pool.

Just left?

Meng Huan was a little surprised.

According to the original plot, shouldn’t the Regent be in a state of panic at this moment, suppressing the urge to have sex immediately while deliberately teasing and humiliating the original owner like a cat that has caught a mouse?

Meng Huan was stunned in the water for a moment. In the original book, their fight tonight was wonderful, one was a stubborn person who would rather die than surrender, and the other was a crazy antisocial pleasure offender. The more you struggle, the more excited I am, and the more excited you are, the more I struggle. The tension-filled tug-of-war made Meng Huan pound the bed in the middle of the night and scream with excitement.

At that time, the comment section was full of “Wuhu~Pants Flying~”, and you could be tripped by bitter tea seeds at any time when you clicked in.

But now, he and the Regent have taken off their clothes, but they haven’t gotten together yet?

Isn’t the deviation in this plot a bit too big?

——Of course, Meng Huan didn’t mean to expect him to XX himself.

After putting on his clothes and pants intact and walking back, Meng Huan felt the night breeze, and a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head, and he realized…

Lin Bozhou is so cold, could it be because I am not strong enough in temper?

“………………”

Generally speaking, sexual fetishes have a great stimulating effect on sexual desire. Otherwise, why are there classifications such as the cold and aloof bottom, the crybaby bottom, the muscular top, the big-breasted bottom, etc. in flower market literature?

Labels are sexual fetishes. People prefer to read labels that match their tastes, which is also an expression of sexual fetishes.

Good man, Meng Huan directly changed the original owner’s cold and aloof character into a stupid one.

“…” Meng Huanxin swallowed and said, I’m sorry.

However, if Lin Bozhou is not interested in him, does it mean that the love-hate plot in the original book can be avoided, and he doesn’t have to worry about being bullied or killed?

Meng Huan: Yes!

It’s great to tank, long live tanking.

Taiba Venus’ life in another world begins today.

The night breeze was cool, and Meng Huan rode the breeze all the way back to the house, his steps brisk and full of joy.

As I walked in, I touched the shiny pearwood armchair, the delicate jade-like Jingdezhen ceramics, the beautiful calligraphy in ink, the ceramic teapot, the jade wine glass, the withered wood dragon-sounding guqin, the silk gauze curtains and bedding, and the cakes on the table that were still warm…

Looking up at the beams and pillars with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes, I thought to myself that the Regent’s Palace was truly magnificent. Putting aside the danger to one’s life, this place was indeed a great place to live.

The maid came in from outside the door: “Madam, the water for washing your face is ready.”

“Madam, the dinner is cold. Would you like to ask the cook to make some more?”

“Ma’am, this is freshly poured hot tea.”

The maids are also very gentle.

Meng Huan: ^v^

After a hearty meal, Meng Huan fell back onto the soft mattress, rubbing his head as he felt dizzy.

The faint scent of incense in the quilt made his mind wander, and he lazily pondered the matter of traveling through the book. In the original world, Meng Huan was an orphan since childhood, without parents, and worked as the director of an orphanage until he was 18 years old and was admitted to university. He began to work part-time to pay for tuition and living expenses.

He learned to draw and worked hard to take orders every day. When he first read this article, he wanted to draw the characters for the novel and never thought about traveling through the book.

At that time, what Meng Huan envied most when watching TV dramas was the luxurious and wealthy life of the royal nobles. They had whatever they wanted to eat and drink, and there were people to take care of them.

I didn’t expect that it would be my turn now.

I have to say, God has eyes.

Meng Huan fell asleep thinking about it. When she woke up, she remembered her duties as a concubine and called the maid: “Is there anything I need to do?”

Maid: “The prince has no legal wife, so the madam does not need to serve tea, so there is no need for you to do anything.”

So easy?

Meng Huan blinked: “Then do I need to accompany the prince to eat and sleep for his entertainment?”

“The prince doesn’t like to be disturbed. If the prince wants to see Madam, he will send someone to inform her. Madam, just wait in the yard. You don’t have to take the initiative to go.”

How pitiful, the maid thought to herself after she said this, they took off their pants while bathing together last night but the prince still left in anger, and the news that they failed to have a wedding night spread throughout the palace. This young and beautiful lady was almost banished to the “cold palace” and probably would never have the chance to be favored again, and she herself would not be able to live a good life.

That’s great, Meng Huan thought, this is a standard start for a wealthy widow.

Lin Bozhou was not interested in him and would not summon him, so he did not have to rack his brains to think of how to please him. And Lin Bozhou was so rich and had a high status that he could make a fortune just by talking behind his back.

Meng Huan looked thoughtful, as if he was thinking about something.

The maid was about to comfort him.

Meng Huan asked solemnly: “As the wife of the prince, how much money can I get every month?”

Maid:”……”

“According to common practice, Madam is a concubine and receives fifty taels of silver a month.” The maid said with a smile on her face.

What’s going on? Don’t you consider competing for favor at all?

Meng Huan counted on his fingers, scratched his hair, and carefully calculated the exchange rate of silver taels to RMB. One tael equals 600 yuan, and fifty taels means he has 30,000 yuan a month for living expenses.

It’s amazing, 30,000 pocket money a month, what does that mean.

The monthly salary is set by the government, but it can actually go up. If you have some tricks, you can make a fortune by using the name of the Regent’s Palace!

But Meng Huan was content with what he had and had no desire to get rich. He was already very happy with 30,000 yuan a month. Thinking about the money he was about to get, he couldn’t help but smile.

“So what should I have for breakfast?”

Meng Huan’s expectant look made the maid shiver.

The Regent Prince’s Palace only had one male owner, Lin Bozhou. His parents were both dead, and he had no wife. The previous king’s concubines were kept in the vassal state to chant Buddhist scriptures and guard the tomb. So although Meng Huan was a concubine, she was the most powerful “female” owner in the Regent Prince’s Palace.

When it comes to eating and drinking, he and Lin Bozhou are the same.

The maid had a feeling that the young mistress was going to go crazy after hearing this: “Stir-fried mutton, fried goose with minced meat, fried pork with yellow vegetables, steamed pig’s trotters, fried fish, stewed meat, fragrant rice, bean soup, beef noodles, barley porridge, pine nut, water chestnut, jujube and porridge, tea soup*. Twelve dishes in total.”

“……………………”

Are you acting out the menu?

Meng Huan took a deep breath and put his hand on his chest.

He suppressed his excitement.

God has eyes. It’s not surprising that I, a kind-hearted man, was transported into this book.

He stood up and said, “Serve the food.”

His face regained its brightness and color: “After breakfast, I will go to the treasury to collect my monthly salary of 30,000 yuan.”

“…” –

The treasury was located to the east of the palace, separated from the courtyard where Meng Huan lived by several pavilions and terraces. After he had eaten and drunk his fill and walked out of the courtyard, servants brought a sedan chair and waited at the door.

“Ma’am, please.”

The Regent’s Palace was so large that he had to ride in a sedan chair when traveling.

When Meng Huan was lifted up on the sedan chair, he lamented the decadent life in this feudal dynasty. It was really…

Fantastic.

He took out some silver and gave it to the servants who were carrying the sedan chair: “Thank you for your hard work.”

“Ma’am, you’re just joking. That’s what little people are supposed to do.”

Alas, your idea is not very good.

Watch them take the money.

This.

The ideological education class that Meng Huan was about to attend stopped again.

The sedan chair swayed all the way and Meng Huan felt drowsy. When he passed a pavilion, he heard a sound coming from the pavilion behind the Bodhi tree.

There seemed to be a group of people standing there, and the sedan chair was pushed forward. The overlapping figures caught Meng Huan’s eyes.

Lin Bozhou lived a more luxurious life than him. He sat in the pavilion with his tall figure, lowering his eyes, playing chess with someone. A maid fanned him from behind, a waiter held chess pieces for him, a male servant held an umbrella to block the sun, and a group of servants and attendants stood outside the pavilion.

Meng Huan’s eyelids jumped: “…get around.”

The servants were carrying the sedan chair and were urged like crazy, “Go around, go around, go around! Go around him quickly!” Before they could turn into another road, an unfortunate voice was heard from behind.

“Who is so bold? Why doesn’t he get out of the sedan chair when he sees the prince?”

The servants put Meng Huan down and knelt on the ground.

In ancient times, the etiquette system was extremely strict. Officials of different ranks had to kowtow to each other when they met, officials of different ranks had to avoid traveling with their superiors, and officials of different ranks were not allowed to walk on the same official road as princes. If they violated the rules, the Fengxian officials would be responsible for checking them, and they might even be sent to the capital for inspection, which would involve promotion or demotion of officials.

Meng Huan was a step too late and had to look up, and saw Lin Bozhou in the pavilion head-on.

“…”

“Hiss… The little princess is living a very comfortable life. It seems that she is enjoying the life in the palace.”

Shan Xing was amazed when he helped Lin Bozhou organize the chess basket.

When we met last night, he was still a little boy with a pale face and a trembling voice when he spoke. When Lin Bozhou looked at him, his voice trembled with fear. He looked so pitiful.

Now, he is full of energy, his handsome face is rosy and his hair is neatly combed. He seems to be a different person from the messy man who was on a hunger strike and cursing a few days ago.

Not only the mountain hike, Lin Bozhou also had many surprises.

He held the jade chess piece between two bony fingers and tapped the chess scale lightly, playing with it repeatedly, with his eyebrows tilted.

“…”

Meng Huan’s scalp began to tingle.

He could feel Lin Bozhou’s somewhat cold gaze slowly moving along his skull to his toes, looking up and down, like a wild beast about to eat a person, with the tip of his tongue gently rubbing against his lips.

Just waiting for Meng Huan to reveal a flaw, he then put him into his mouth, ate him up, and chewed him until not even a bone was left.

Meng Huan withstood the pressure and took a deep breath.

Then, she stepped forward and bowed, her voice very charming and seductive.

“I have met my husband.”

FOUR
Don’t you like strong ones?

Meng Huan thought, today I will let you know how fierce a person can be.

He let out a tender and crisp sound, and all the married and unmarried men in the pavilion felt a numbing sensation on their backs.

Attracted by the voice, Shen Qingyu looked over and said, “Prince, when did you find such a wonderful person? Didn’t you just take in a fiery and unruly concubine a few days ago? You are in such a good mood now. Can your body bear taking in one a day?”

The Regent’s friends actually knew very well that Lin Bozhou was busy with government affairs and had no interest in beautiful women. They were very surprised to hear that he had snatched a concubine in front of the Jiaofang Bureau in the street a few days ago. Later they heard that the concubine had a very bad temper and cursed at everyone she saw, which was outrageous.

But why is there another delicate and lovely concubine in front of me?

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids: “You are talking about the same person.”

“…”

Shen Qingyu choked on the tea with a “puff”.

Meng Huan took two steps at a time and ran to the pavilion in a standard comic book style. She smiled adorably and said, “My dear, I didn’t see you just now. You won’t be angry, will you?”

Delicate, soft and coquettish.

“Tsk.”

People with weak concentration have already begun to destroy their hearing.

Lin Bozhou: “No.”

“Thank you, my husband,” Meng Huan took the maid’s fan, leaned forward for a while, and said, “My husband, are you hot? I will fan you for you, okay?”

Lin Bozhou: “Go ahead and fan me if you want.”

“…”

This is not a martial ethics. Meng Huan’s smile gradually froze.

Regent, shouldn’t you “frown coldly, look at the flattering face in front of you, feel an indescribable disgust in your heart, feel dirty even to touch him, and just want him to get as far away as possible”?

In novels, the cold and aloof male protagonist always tells the passionate male supporting character to get lost. Why is your character wrong?

Meng Huan: TvT

But he was the one who took the initiative to fan himself, so Meng Huan couldn’t slap himself in the face for a while, so he stood by and fanned slowly. The sun was strong during the day, and Lin Bozhou wore a gauze over his eyes and knocked the chess pieces one by one.

The game lasted for a long time, and Shen Qingyu spent a quarter of an hour thinking about each move.

Meng Huan said at the right time: “Your Majesty, he is really slow, far worse than you.”

Shen Qingyu: “…”

Lin Bozhou: “Yeah.”

“Your Highness, his chess moves are so strange. They are so far from your beautiful and elegant moves.”

“…”

“Um.”

“Did the prince win again? So awesome!”

“…”

“Um.”

Shen Qingyu also started: “Prince!”

Thinking of his child who is already three years old, Lin Bozhou frowned and said, “Shut up.”

“…”

Shen Qingyu smiled and thought, people can’t, or at least shouldn’t, do this. When I learned that you were staying at home and not accepting visitors, I rushed over to play chess with you to relieve my boredom, but you brought your wife to make fun of me.

Meng Huan hoped that the words “Shut up and leave you alone” were directed to himself.

He expected Lin Bozhou to coldly tell him to “get out”, and then Meng Huan would get out, without stopping, and go to the inner treasury to ask the accountant for his 30,000 yuan monthly salary, as if he had never been there.

Shen Qingyu became serious and looked at Meng Huan: “Is this Meng Xueming’s son?”

“Um.”

Lin Bozhou stared at the chess scale, his eyes thoughtful, and played with the chess pieces repeatedly with his fingertips.

Shen Qingyu sighed: “Your Majesty, you still have the habit of bullying honest people.”

“Your father also had a share of the credit for petitioning His Majesty to dismiss him from his post and send him into exile.”

“…”

Shen Qingyu shut up. Okay, I can’t argue with you.

Beside him, Meng Huan blinked and vaguely remembered something when he heard the three words “Meng Xueming”.

Meng Huan’s father was framed and imprisoned for impeaching the regent, demoted and sent to a remote place, while Meng Huan was sent to the Jiaofang Division for entertainment.

Jiaofangsi was a government-run brothel.

Meng Xueming’s impeachment of the treacherous minister Regent was well known in the capital. Someone in the Jiaofangsi was secretly taking care of him and not letting him receive customers and pollute his body. Unexpectedly, someone came to cause trouble one day and kicked open the door of the Jiaofangsi: “Let the son of the traitor come out to receive customers!”

In an obvious humiliation, the other party pinched Meng Huan’s jaw and grinned, “She’s really pretty. The young master’s mansion just happens to be in need of a sexy concubine. How about you come?”

As they drove all the way to the main street, no one expected that the Regent’s carriage would pass by.

The curtain was opened, covering half of Lin Bozhou’s handsome and cold profile. “Who is making noise?”

Some people said: “They are robbing Meng Xueming’s son.”

Lin Bozhou glanced at Meng Huan.

He left a message: “This man is favored by me, take him back to the palace.”

A simple sentence determined Meng Huan’s fate. Those who wanted her fell silent. Who dared to compete with Lin Bozhou? I’m afraid that before the result comes, their heads will fall off first.

Staying in the Jiaofangsi, or being taken away by that young master as a concubine, or following Lin Bozhou, no matter which one, Meng Huan didn’t want it.

But since Meng Xueming’s life was safe, Meng Huan didn’t have much thought for the moment and continued to fan himself.

Father, please let your son survive for now.

Lin Bozhou glanced at the tea and seemed thirsty.

Meng Huan quickly made tea, half leaned forward and handed it over with a smile: “Your Highness, please have some tea.”

He had a refreshing smile, bright eyes and a sweet voice, just like Daji who seduced King Zhou.

Everyone in the pavilion felt a tingling sensation on their backs and was uncomfortable.

The weather… is really hot.

I kind of… miss my wife.

The regent lowered his dark, narrow eyes to the yellow tea soup, and raised the corners of his lips: “I don’t drink the first serving of tea.”

“Hmm?” What’s so fussy about that?

Shan Xing took the teapot with a smile: “The first time the tea tasted strong and bitter, the prince didn’t like it, madam, let me add water.”

Ning is really a royal family. Meng Huan did not let go, obediently poured out the first batch of tea, added hot water again, and looked at Lin Bozhou very sincerely, “I remember it, I will never make a mistake next time, please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

“Hahahahahahaha…” Shen Qingyu laughed wildly, “My lord, with a concubine like this, what else could my husband ask for? Hahahaha!!”

“…”

Lin Bozhou’s gaze fell back to Meng Huan’s cheek.

Meng Huan’s scalp tingled when he was looked at, and the smile on his face froze. He said more attentively: “My Lord, do you want to have any snacks besides tea? I will ask someone to make it right away.”

Lin Bozhou finally knocked down the chess piece: “No need.”

“Okay, then I will fan you again.”

Meng Huan readily took the fan and fanned it gracefully.

At noon, Lin Bozhou threw the chess pieces back into the chess basket and stood up: “Let’s eat.”

The servant behind him hurried out of the pavilion, ran to the kitchen and ordered the cook to serve the dishes.

Shen Qingyu scratched his chin and observed the chess game: “This shouldn’t be the case. I actually lost to the prince’s nine chess pieces this time? Before, the difference between you and me was only half a piece, but now the gap is getting bigger and bigger. I don’t understand, I don’t understand.”

“When have you ever been just half a step behind me?” Lin Bozhou said, “Haven’t you always been beaten by me?”

“…” Shen Qingyu, “Prince, don’t speak nonsense.”

It was finally time for the regent prince to eat. Meng Huan rubbed his sore wrist and thought to himself that I could finally go and collect my money.

Lin Bozhou took a step forward, thought of something, and said, “You come too.”

Meng Huan immediately became alert: “No need, Your Majesty, I am not worthy of such a noble place. I will just go back to my own courtyard to eat.”

“oh?”

Being rejected by him, Lin Bozhou’s deep dark eyes flashed with a faint light, like a predator that had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time and caught the movement of its prey.

“…………”

Meng Huan thought that was not right, she was disobeying the prince again.

In other words, his personality became more fierce again.

It means…it starts to conform to his sexual preferences again.

Resisting the urge to burst out, Meng Huan smiled refreshingly and stood up slowly: “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

The dining location is at the Lotus Cottage beside the lake, where the air is fresh and the environment is pleasant. When the breeze blows, the green lotus leaves surge on the lake, giving a feeling of “the lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are exceptionally red in the sun.”

Shen Qingyu stood outside the pavilion: “Your Majesty…”

“If there are no outsiders, there is no need to follow the etiquette. Sit down to eat, and the same applies to hiking in the mountains.”

They sat facing south as the venerable one did. Meng Huan was a concubine, sitting beside Lin Bozhou as his attendant. Before he could even sit down, he heard the sound of servants serving dishes.

Report the previous one as it comes.

“Chicken with mushrooms, duck with three delicacies, five strands of shredded chicken, stewed meat, stewed tripe and persimmons, stewed cabbage with sliced meat, braised lamb, lamb stewed with spinach and tofu, and cherry meat and yam.*”

Meng Huan: Wow!

“Donkey meat stewed with cabbage, lamb slices with Sichuan radish, duck strips with sea cucumber, duck cubes with kudzu rice, roasted taro, meat slices stewed with magnolia slices, lamb shreds stewed with basil, fried spring rolls, fried meat with yellow leek, smoked pork elbow, braised tofu, smoked dried shreds cooked with chopped cabbage, stir-fried cabbage shreds with pepper oil, five-spice dried meat, meat slice soup for offering sacrifices, boiled Sail, cooked white meat, fresh carp sashimi.*”

Meng Huan: Wow wow wow!

Meng Huan’s eyes were wide open. Lin Bozhou washed his hands indifferently without even glancing at the table, and reviewed the game of chess with Shen Qingyu.

“I lost nine whole moves. It must be because I was too distracted just now.” Shen Qingyu insisted on putting the blame on Meng Huan.

Lin Bozhou sneered and turned his head to see Meng Huan staring at the table, his fingers quietly pressing on the chopsticks. Although his expression was calm, it was obvious that he would start spinning at his command.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids with a hint of amused malice.

Shan Xing immediately understood his expression and said, “Madam Meng, please serve the prince lunch.”

Meng Huan: “?”

What? It’s like a bolt from the blue!

You, the prince of a royal family, need someone to serve you when you eat? How can you serve me? Isn’t it just chewing it up and swallowing it?

Do you want me to break it into pieces and feed it to you?

Even though he was shouting in his heart, Meng Huan licked his lips and swallowed his saliva. He resigned himself to picking up the chopsticks and picking up the dishes on the table. He picked up a piece of juicy, juicy white meat and put it in Lin Bozhou’s bowl. He swallowed his anger and said, “Your Highness, please enjoy.”

Lin Bozhou slowly put it into his mouth.

He picked up a piece of fragrant, fresh, tender fish meat, carefully picked out the bones, and put it in Lin Bozhou’s bowl: “Your Majesty, try this.”

Lin Bozhou entered the river again.

“Is it delicious?” He looked eagerly.

Lin Bozhou smiled inexplicably: “Yeah.”

Meng Huan: QAQ

He bit his lip, imagining that the food had gone into his stomach. He scooped up a mouthful of the yellow chicken soup, blew it cool, and tremblingly brought it to Lin Bozhou’s lips: “Your Majesty, what does this chicken soup taste like…”

Isn’t it fresh and fragrant, with the flavor of chicken mixed with mushrooms?

Meng Huan stared at the spoonful of chicken soup so intently that he could almost inhale it into his stomach through the air storm.

Lin Bozhou bit his teeth lightly. Being stared at like that, he didn’t have the energy to think anymore. At the same time, he felt a little guilty. He placed one hand on the pearwood armchair and raised his eyebrows: “Eat by yourself. You don’t have to serve me.”

“this……”

If she still had a little self-control, Meng Huan would say: No, no, Your Majesty, please let me serve you well!

But at this moment, with the table full of dishes and aromas, Meng Huan really didn’t have the energy to care about this or that. Hearing this, she felt as if she had been pardoned and nodded vigorously, “Then I won’t be polite.”

He picked up the fresh carp sashimi that Lin Bozhou had just tasted with chopsticks.

It is soft, tender, fresh and fragrant when you take a bite, with a unique taste.

I tried the shiitake mushroom and fatty chicken again, and it was really delicious!

Try braised shredded lamb, smoked pork elbow and pork belly…

Try the pork stewed with cabbage and braised lamb…

Try it again and try it again…

“Your Highness, let’s play another game after dinner. I think I know where the mistake was made in the previous game.”

When Shen Qingshan spoke, Lin Bozhou just responded indifferently.

His attention was on Meng Huan.

When the boy was eating, he probably knew that his eating manners were ugly and ungraceful, so he didn’t put a lot in his bowl and only picked up what was in front of him, but he ate very quickly.

What’s more, what’s very rare is that he just eats simply, immersedly and happily.

It feels like I haven’t eaten these things in my life.

Is the monthly salary of the Li Ke Jie Shi Zhong low? Yes, the Ke Dao officials have good prospects for promotion, but they are generally selected from the Hanlin Academy, and they cannot make money, are poor and have average living conditions.

It’s quite interesting to eat so freely.

Lin Bozhou withdrew his gaze, but Shen Qingyu stared at him intently.

“?”

The expression on his face was full of “My Lord, I told you to have a family long ago, but you didn’t listen. Now you know how good it is to have a wife, right?”

Is there something wrong with you?

“Gurgle…”

After finishing all the rice in the bowl, Meng Huan burped softly.

He was full and a little dizzy, but he remembered his mission as a concubine and turned to Lin Bozhou: “Is the prince ready?”

He picked up the chopsticks and prepared to continue serving: “May I serve you?”

Shan Xing, who was in a literary mood, was composing poetry facing the lotus lake. He was in a frenzy, reciting with his hands behind his back. Shen Qingyu, holding a wine glass, made a few comments from time to time.

Lin Bozhou’s bowl was empty, so he just said, “Pour some wine.”

Meng Huan poured him a glass of wine: “My husband, please enjoy.”

The voice is sweet, soft and very cute.

“…”

This sentence directly destroys the poetic quality of the mountain journey. The tone of the next two paragraphs becomes lower, and it turns into lamenting the poet’s wandering life. At the age of twenty-something, he is still alone like the solitary lotus in the lotus pond.

Shen Qingyu’s smile gradually faded, and when she saw that the food had gotten cold, she slowly stood up.

“Your Majesty.”

He came to the Regent’s Palace not just to play Go with Lin Bozhou, watch their affectionate show, or listen to their complaints in the mountains.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and signaled Meng Huan: “Go back and rest.”

They must have something to discuss, and they had to stay out of his sight. Meng Huan was not too surprised, nor did he take it to heart. He stood up and left the Lotus Pavilion without hesitation.

He headed back the way he came.

Neifuku, you’d better not close the door.

I’m here to collect my salary!

FIVE
The young man ran away as if he could not catch up, and his figure disappeared behind the trees.

Shan Xing clicked his tongue: “Mr. Meng is so cute now, could it be that he hit his head against the pillar that day?”

Lin Bozhou snorted lightly, but said nothing. He motioned to Shen Qingyu, “Go ahead.”

Shen Qingyu bowed and got down to business.

He is the son of the Minister of Revenue, Shen Zhimu. Lin Bozhou and the Minister of Revenue have always been closely related, in charge of the operation of the treasury of the Ministry, and have a close relationship. However, it is not convenient for Minister Shen to contact Lin Bozhou directly at any time, so Shen Qingyu, the adopted son, has to run around.

“Father asked me to ask the prince when he will return to the cabinet to discuss politics.”

Lin Bozhou was impeached, and according to the rules, he immediately resigned on the pretext of illness and stayed in the palace to wait for the emperor’s decision. But now the emperor has issued an imperial decree, ordering the punishment of those who impeached him and appeasing the regent, proving that the emperor trusts and recognizes Lin Bozhou more.

Lin Bozhou won the fight.

Shan Xing also nodded: “It’s time to return to the court.”

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and looked at the ripples in the water: “It’s too early.”

“It’s still early?”

The two looked puzzled.

Lin Bozhou was living in seclusion in the palace. How could the cabinet dare to use its power easily without his approval? Now the court documents were piled up like a mountain, and the official business of the departments could not go through the process. They were piled up in a mess, and they were anxiously waiting for Lin Bozhou to enter the cabinet to draft the bill before they could continue to operate.

Furthermore, Lin Bozhou had not left his house for several days, and more and more people in the court were laughing at him. Some had even started singing “I saw him building a high tower, I saw him entertaining guests, I saw him sleeping on the tower”, and there was a lot of discussion about him.

“The Minister of Rites, the Mad Dog of the Ministry of Rites, is a seventh-rank official; the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Works is a fifth-rank official.”

Lin Bo lowered his eyes and spoke word by word, “How dare they impeach the current regent, who is just a low-ranking official? Meng Xueming has a strong character, which is understandable, but Mr. Zhou is a man who only takes advantage of the situation. If you say there is no one behind this, I don’t believe it.”

Shan Xing and Shen Qingyu suddenly understood: “So…”

“so,”

Pouring the wine in his hand into the lotus pond, Lin Bozhou said in a deep voice, “If we don’t catch a big fish, some people may think that the regent is a soft persimmon and can be manipulated at will. Who has so much time to deal with the impeachments in the future?”

Shen Qingyu and Shan Xing felt a chill on their backs.

These words foreshadowed that Lin Bozhou was going to kill someone.

Shen Qingyu had known Lin Bozhou for six years, and Shanxing had been accompanying him since he was a child in the vassal state of Guzhou of the previous king. Both of them knew very well how he did things, which was very tough and cruel. Anyone who tried to raise his fangs to him would have his fangs pulled out with a smile, his claws cut short, and then he would stomp them hard into the mud and crush them to pieces.

As long as he doesn’t offend Lin Bozhou, he is a gentleman.

If you offend Lin Bozhou, he is a villain.

The koi fish in the pond swam around, competing to swallow the sweet wine. Lin Bozhou’s eyes were filled with ripples: “It would be better to kill a big fish to scare the monkeys.”

Shen Qingyu exhaled heavily: “I will go back and tell my father.”

Lin Bozhou hummed and said, “Thank you for your hard work, Shen Er.”

The chill on Shen Er’s back had not yet faded.

“My Lord, goodbye.”

After finishing the business, there was silence for a while, and Lin Bozhou said: “Call Meng Huan’s maid over.”

Meng Huan’s temperament has changed drastically in the past few days. It has become so outrageous that it has attracted people’s attention.

However, his personality was still lovable, and the change was in a good direction, which made him curious about the reason for the change.

Outside the pavilion, the maid who was called in was so nervous that her face turned pale. She had been in the palace for several years, but this was the first time she spoke to the prince. She stuttered, “Your servant greets you, Your Majesty…”

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said nothing. Shan Xing asked on his behalf: “Is there anything unusual about Madam Meng recently?”

“abnormal?”

She was in charge of Meng Huan’s food, clothing, housing and transportation. She appeared in the book yesterday afternoon, but at that time she was taken care of by the imperial physician and the little Xi slave, and had nothing to do with the maid. So the next time she came into contact with Meng Huan was last night when Meng Huan came back from taking a bath.

After the maid thought carefully, she suddenly said, “Oh, Madam Meng asked a question last night, and she became a little different after she asked it.”

Lin Bozhou turned his eyes to the side: “What’s the problem?”

“Madam asked how much monthly salary he could receive as the wife of the prince.”

“…” –

On the other side, Meng Huan, who had no idea that he was being interrogated, came out of the treasury and weighed the fresh and hot fifty taels of silver.

Sixteen taels per catty, and he had more than three catties in his hand.

More than three pounds, silver!

Meng Huan, who had never seen the world, felt that his life had reached its peak.

Meng Huan looked lovingly at the male servant carrying the sedan chair and the maid holding the umbrella, and said in a happy mood, “I’ll make you some delicious food when I get home tonight.”

Butler: “Hehehe.”

Maid: “Hehehe.”

The master and servants walked briskly and happily back to the large courtyard where Meng Huan lived. The regent was extremely generous. Not only did Meng Huan live in a courtyard by himself, but he also gave him eight maids, eight male servants, and two housekeepers.

The yard is also very large, with an open courtyard in the middle. The house is surrounded by it like a quadrangle, and some flowers and plants are planted in the empty space.

Meng Huan was rich now, and he began to be dissatisfied with everything. He stood in the house and picked: “Pull out all these weeds and flowers, and plant some beautiful flowers, such as peonies, roses, wild roses, and roses…”

“okay!”

The servants were happily pulling weeds and digging mud.

How happy they were! In the morning they saw with their own eyes that Meng Huan stayed beside the prince, fanning him and serving him tea. They were a talented and handsome couple, and they were deeply in love. It was obvious that their young lady would be favored!

The Madam is favored and receives many rewards. Then the servants will also benefit from it and be able to eat their fill, right?

Life is really fulfilling.

The yard looks like spring has arrived.

There was a voice at the door, and someone asked, “Is the madam here?”

Meng Huan leaned over and saw a middle-aged woman in plain and respectable clothes standing there, with her hair combed neatly, looking at him with a smile.

She looked good, but there was a young woman standing behind her. She was dressed in silk and satin, with a hint of anger in her eyes. She saluted Meng Huan unconvincedly.

Who are these two people?

The maid behind him said first: “Greetings to Aunt Xu, Sister Xu.”

“Madam, I am the wife of Xu Wei, the general manager of the palace. Because there was no mistress in the palace before, the prince asked me to take charge of the trivial matters of the palace temporarily. Now that the prince has a wife, I thought I should come to report this matter, and I have already reported it to the prince, letting my wife take charge of the palace affairs.”

“oh.”

Meng Huan understood that men are in charge of external affairs while women are in charge of internal affairs. The Prince Regent’s Mansion is a large family with a large number of female relatives and male servants. The family business is heavy and Lin Bozhou may not be able to manage it all, so there are special housekeepers and nannies.

——This nanny was obviously here to assign me a task.

Meng Huan said: “You take care of it, I don’t care.”

I just want to eat, drink and be merry.

Aunt Xu smiled.

Logically speaking, as a concubine, Meng Huan had no right to manage the affairs of the mansion. She pretended to ask just to see if this concubine knew what was good for her.

Satisfied with the answer, it seemed that she was still the highest-ranking manager of the mansion’s miscellaneous items. Madam Xu bowed and was about to leave.

The young woman behind her snorted in triumph, noting the weeds flying all over the yard.

She stopped and asked, “Madam, what are you doing in the yard?”

Meng Huan had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place. He valued harmony when interacting with others. Although he could tell the tone was a bit hostile, he still said gently, “I plan to pull out the weeds and plant some other flowers.”

Aunt Xu was stunned for a moment.

She actually didn’t think Meng Huan would stay in the palace for long.

But she smiled and said nothing. Sister Xu couldn’t help but said, “Madam, tell me in advance next time you want to move something in the mansion. What you just pulled out was not weeds or trees, but plum blossoms! The prince likes plum blossoms, especially the elegant scenery of sparse shadows across the shallow water in spring. Madam had them planted in every corner of the courtyard in the mansion to please the prince. It has grown for five years, but Madam didn’t understand and pulled it out!”

After hearing this complaint, Meng Huan felt as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head. His whole body was cold, but his scalp was hot. He scratched his hair and said, “Really?”

Regardless of whether what others said was right or not, Meng Huan was a person who would easily get embarrassed when being criticized, and his ears would turn red with burning sensation.

He slowly lowered his head and said nothing.

I felt something sinking heavily from my heart.

Aunt Xu said hurriedly, “Madam, it’s okay. The yard is where you live. You can tidy it up however you want. Aunt Fang, you are so nosy.”

Xu Fanggu: “It is…”

Meng Huan curled the corners of his lips downward and took a deep breath.

When Madam Xu and Xu Fanggu turned around, the maids behind them suddenly burst into shouts of “Madam!” “Madam!” “Madam, there is no need to be sad!”

My eyes gradually became blurred.

Meng Huan rubbed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Beside the lotus pond, it was dusk and dim light fell into the pavilion.

Shanxing picked up the books on the table and put them in the bookcase. Lin Bozhou insisted on reading books for more than 20 years, but when his eye disease recurred, he was not suitable to use his eyes, so he just listened to the contents of the book read by Shanxing and a few guests.

After finishing reading for today, Shan Xing said, “Your Majesty, it’s time to eat.”

Lin Bozhou took off the gauze covering his eyes and said, “Well, call another imperial physician over tonight.

“yes.”

Shan Xing turned back to leave when a maid came hurriedly towards him.

Lin Bozhou recognized her as Meng Huan’s person and asked, “Why?”

The maid fell to her knees with a thud, and cried loudly: “Please, Your Majesty, please help us. Our Madam, Madam, has been scolded and cried by Madam Xu and her daughter!”

“…………” –

All the way to the yard where Meng Huan lived.

As his shoes stepped on the stone slabs, Shan Xing secretly glanced at the regent who was silent beside him, feeling very complicated.

According to his previous understanding of the prince, there were too many female relatives and male servants in the palace, and conflicts and quarrels often occurred. In serious cases, some people even jumped into a well after being scolded for having an affair, but he never asked about it.

He spent all his energy on the court, on major matters, on the cabinet’s six ministries and thirteen provinces. He had to take care of the people and deal with political enemies at the same time, which exhausted his thoughts. He often had headaches, couldn’t sleep at night, and his eye disease recurred from time to time.

But this time, when Lin Bozhou heard the report, he stood up unexpectedly: “Where?”

The footsteps reached the gate of the courtyard. Meng Huan lowered his head deeply, motionless like a small mushroom. Aunt Xu beside him looked embarrassed, and there was a hint of impatience between her brows as she spoke.

But the moment she saw Lin Bozhou, she knelt down in front of Meng Huan with a plop, her expression changed faster than turning a page of a book, and she said in a sad voice: “Madam, it is my fault. I spoke too much. Please calm down, madam, please calm down…”

She panicked.

She had been the housekeeper in the Regent’s Palace for six years. She had always considered herself the mistress of the palace, in charge of all the domestic affairs. She had never thought that a few words from a concubine would alarm the prince, nor had she ever thought that the prince would really come.

Xu Fanggu looked at her mother in surprise and said, “Mother, he is just a concubine, and you are the head nanny, why do you have to kneel?”

Lin Bozhou appeared in everyone’s sight.

“…”

Xu Fanggu also knelt down with a plop.

Meng Huan lowered his head, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his mind was blank.

He cried simply because he felt a little uncomfortable. He was transmigrated into a book where he was unfamiliar with the place and people were always watching over him and mocking him no matter what he did. Being a concubine was looked down upon. He felt like a waste. He felt uncomfortable and cried.

Aunt Xu also kept persuading her, “Madam, why are you crying? Madam, just speak your mind. Madam, you are really a spoiled person. I will tolerate your beatings and scoldings, but I just can’t stand seeing you cry. If you are angry, why don’t you slap me?”

Meng Huan said: “Ah, yes, yes, I am a waste, so I cry.”

Overtly or covertly, it is said that he is psychologically fragile and started crying after hearing a few scoldings.

What’s wrong? You can be sarcastic, but I can’t cry?

Meng Huan was also speechless. He wanted to wait quietly for his emotions to settle, but suddenly he saw a row of people kneeling in front of him.

He raised his eyes and saw Lin Bozhou a few steps away. It was approaching evening and the night was burning in from behind him, dyeing the woods and the eaves into a dim glow. His tall figure stood in the shadows, looking at him gloomily with lowered eyes.

“…”

Who invited him here? Meng Huan wiped away her tears.

But his eyes were still red, his nose tip was also a little red, his eyelashes were wet with tears, his expression still had a hint of fragility, and his red lips were slightly turned down.

Lin Bozhou sat down in the pavilion: “What’s going on?”

There was an indescribable sense of fear and oppression in the air, especially when Lin Bozhou sat there expressionlessly. Several participants broke out in cold sweats and their legs trembled.

Madam Xu explained the whole story.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and said one word: “Fight.”

Aunt Xu’s hands trembled. She walked to her daughter’s side, lifted her up by her clothes, and slapped her hard on the mouth.

“Snapped!”

She hit him very hard, and everyone around him was shocked. A red mark appeared on the corner of his mouth and his hair bun suddenly fell crooked. But Aunt Xu did not stop and raised her hand to slap him again.

Lin Bozhou said two more words: “Go down.”

Aunt Xu nodded quickly, looked at her daughter distressedly, and said with tears in her eyes: “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy.”

The people in the pavilion dispersed, leaving only Meng Huan sitting there in a panic.

He was scared to death.

If you want to give each of you fifty lashes, you should slap yourself in the face immediately.

Who knew that a shadow would suddenly fall before my eyes.

Lin Bozhou stood up and his figure dropped in front of Meng Huan. He stretched out one hand, with distinct joints, and grasped Meng Huan’s jaw.

The pair of eyes were close together at the same time, with narrow corners of the eyes, the pupils focused on the night light, and focused on Meng Huan’s face.

From the boy’s red eyes to his tear-stained chin, his gaze licked slowly like a predator’s tongue.

Meng Huan was a little scared when he stared at her.

Lin Bozhou uttered two words beside his ear, neither light nor heavy.

“waste.”