Transmigrated as the Regent's Runaway Wife

21-22-23-24-25

TWENTY ONE
Lin Bozhou pulled out his wet fingers.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Meng Huan immediately felt a little unsatisfied and at a loss. She continued to move closer to him, as if she wanted to discover the treasure he was hiding. She looked puzzled and said, “Husband, why don’t you let me kiss you?”

His whole face was red, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were moist and he looked damp.


Lin Bozhou pinched his jaw and lowered his eyelashes: “Is the alcohol so strong?”


His movements were a rejection, and Meng Huan seemed a little annoyed. He slammed his head into his arms, rubbing against him, and said in a soft voice: “Aren’t you my husband? What’s wrong with kissing?”

Lin Bozhou’s eyes flashed with emotion, and he patiently asked, “What is a husband?”

“Husband…” Meng Huan’s mind was hot, and he changed his position again, which made Lin Bozhou’s eyes darken again. Meng Huan really couldn’t think of anything, “Husband means husband.”


Lin Bozhou raised the corner of his lips slightly; “What does my husband mean?”

Meng Huan nodded: “Yes! My husband means it!”

Meng Huan seemed to be more spontaneous when drunk, without so many considerations, and his personality was more delicate and clingy. Lin Bozhou laughed, “So Huan Huan was calling you husband just now?”

Meng Huan was really a little confused. He was drunk and had very little consciousness. The word “husband” kept spinning in his mind. Husband means a very close person. He looked up at Lin Bozhou and said, “Yes, call me husband. Husband, hug me.”


The voice was cute and sweet, and Lin Bozhou slowly raised his eyebrows.


He was a little surprised. He didn’t expect that Meng Huan would be so distant to him when he was drunk and not sober, but so clingy and cute.

The clingy and lovely Meng Huan rubbed her forehead, tugged at her clothes with both hands, grumbled softly, and then pulled her clothes hard, revealing her white and red shoulders, and grumbled, “Honey, it’s so hot.”

“…”

This was a carriage traveling on a main road. The attendants and the coachman were only a few steps away, and they could hear everything clearly. Lin Bozhou raised his hand and tightened his clothes, “Huanhuan, be good, go back and take off your clothes.”

But Meng Huan was really hot, his blood was boiling, not just hot, but also with an indescribable strange energy. With a red face, he lay in Lin Bozhou’s arms, and gave in briefly: “Then go back and take off… But I’m really hot.”

Lin Bozhou felt cold. Meng Huan gently moved his forehead forward and pressed it against his forehead, as if absorbing the coolness, and pursed his lips and made a “whoosh~” sound.

Such an intimate action made Lin Bozhou raise his eyelids slightly and look at Meng Huan.

The boy’s eyes were misty, and the heat mixed with the alcohol fell on his lips. His face was flushed, and he seemed to be tortured by the heat and felt very uncomfortable: “Hubby, it’s so hot, so hot…”

While humming, she didn’t forget to act coquettishly, like a little sweet cake, about to melt on him.

The posture was indecent, and Lin Bozhou reached out his hand to straighten him. His eyebrows were indifferent, and just as his hand touched Meng Huan’s shoulder, his vision suddenly darkened, and his lips were suddenly licked gently.

“Well……”

Meng Huan began to kiss him.

In Meng Huan’s mind, this is her husband, a close and intimate husband, so what can’t he do? He kissed Lin Bozhou’s cold lips, and immediately the heat dissipated and he felt much more comfortable, so he turned his face and pressed his lips against his thin and cold lips.

“…” Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and tried to avoid it, “Huanhuan——”

“Yeah, yeah, hubby, Huanhuan is here~” Meng Huan responded happily while kissing his lips repeatedly, smiling after each kiss, her eyes curved.

Lin Bozhou was a little overwhelmed and remained silent for a while with a frown on his face.

In the carriage, the two servants who helped Lin Bozhou get up and sit down lowered their eyes, their eyes looking at their noses and their noses looking at their hearts, pretending not to see all this, with cold sweat running down their foreheads.

Lin Bozhou had never taken anyone on a carriage, and even did something so rude on the street as he was doing now. If the curtain was blown up by the wind and a little light was revealed, the reputation of their regent Lin Bozhou would become that of a tyrant who was not only arbitrary but also romantic, dissolute, and lewd!

Lin Bozhou’s reputation was already very bad.

——If you add one more □□.

That’s it! All! Finished!

Lin Bozhou also realized this and tried to stop Meng Huan.

But the boy’s lips were soft, pressed tightly against his, rubbing their lips randomly and without any rules, and a suppressed low breath came from his throat: “Hmm… um…”

Really clingy, like a little wife desperately wanting attention.

Lin Bozhou turned his head to the side, with a faint blush behind his ears. He held his shoulders with both hands and said rationally, “Huanhuan, this won’t work.”

“No, no,” Meng Huan pressed close to him anxiously, “I want a kiss, I want a kiss.”

Lin Bozhou gritted his teeth slightly, and after a brief thought, he gave an order: “Come here, drag the lady away.”

The attendant replied “yes”, and hurried forward, kneeling to pull Meng Huan’s arm. But Meng Huan kissed his lips messily, and then moved closer to kiss Lin Bozhou’s face, with a hot breath, from the jaw to the tip of the nose, and slowly kissed Lin Bozhou’s thin eyelids, saying: “Baby.”

The moment his eyelids felt wet and hot, Lin Bozhou’s tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, his fingers loosened unconsciously, and he turned his eyes to meet Meng Huan’s dark eyes.

Meng Huan’s eyes were pure and innocent. He kissed her with a gentle smile, as if he was kissing something precious. After kissing the left side, he kissed the right side. Then he lifted Lin Bozhou’s chin and lifted up her husband’s whole face, looking at him seriously with a lordly attitude.

“…”

Being stared at by him, Lin Bozhou’s lips moved, and he turned his eyes away inexplicably.

Lin Bozhou’s eyes are his hidden disease, his most vulnerable part. No one dares to mention them, no one dares to touch them.

And Meng Huan approached him so easily and kissed his wound.

Meng Huan wanted to kiss him again, but the servant grabbed her wrist and she cried out in pain. Lin Bozhou regained his senses and reflexively reached out to pinch the hand holding Meng Huan.

“Go down.”

The attendant quickly stepped back.

“Why are you touching me?” Meng Huan grumbled to express her dissatisfaction, then lay back in his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder, sweating all over: “Hubby, I want another kiss…”

He was as clingy as a perpetual motion machine, rubbing against him in his arms. His movements were not even just simple clinging. Intentionally or unintentionally, she put her legs around his waist.

Noticing something unusual, Lin Bozhou raised his eyes. Meng Huan, who couldn’t vent his energy, felt hot all over, and his sweat soaked his clothes. He felt so wronged that he looked up at Lin Bozhou and said in a weak, low voice, “Husband, touch me.”

Lin Bozhou reached out his finger and stroked his face: “Like this?”

Meng Huan licked his lips, seemingly dissatisfied. But before he spoke, he looked warily at the servant who had just tried to drag him away, then leaned close to Lin Bozhou’s ear and breathed out a sweet, intoxicating breath, “No.”

The breath is light and the posture is like whispering.

Lin Bozhou put his arm around his waist and responded to him: “Hmm?”

Meng Huan’s voice was very soft, with a slightly hoarse tone, and she was obedient and soft: “Hubby, I’m not touching your face.”

“Then where should I touch?”

Meng Huan put his earlobe close to his, whispered hoarsely, and gestured down anxiously, “Touch here, husband, touch me here.”

“…………”

Meng Huan thought he had lowered his voice, but it was actually not low. The two servants whom he had avoided heard it. They were sweating profusely and were so embarrassed that they wanted to jump off the carriage. However, as expected of someone who had followed Lin Bozhou for many years, they just buried their heads even lower and disabled their hearing.

Such bold words, Lin Bozhou thought he didn’t hear clearly, so he repeated: “What?”

Meng Huan looked confused, and then said: “Touch me——”

The last two words were strangled by Lin Bozhou. He gritted his teeth lightly, and a faint smell of blood came out. His throat rolled, and he asked as calmly as possible: “Does it hurt?”

Meng Huan nodded and said pitifully: “It’s uncomfortable and itchy.”

Lin Bozhou: “Can’t you bear it at all?”

“I can’t stand it anymore.” Meng Huan hugged him tightly.

She mumbled and seemed a little frustrated. She crossed her arm around his neck and bit him gently. The bite was not painful and was quite flirtatious, but it was wet. It was obvious that the boy was trying his best to endure it, but he couldn’t help but vent on him.

Meng Huan’s voice was sticky and she was about to cry: “When will my husband touch me?”

Facing Meng Huan’s enthusiastic invitation, Lin Bozhou opened his lips, and a very complicated emotion flashed in his eyes. He hugged the man with one hand to prevent him from falling, and finally turned his head and asked the attendant: “Is this what happens when you are drunk?”

Next to him, the attendant said something in the gap: “Your Majesty, the lady should be taking Chinese medicine.”

Lin Bozhou: “What medicine?”

“Aphrodisiac.”

Lin Bozhou: “How do you know for sure?”

“…” The servant’s expression was somewhat awkward, “Anyone who has used aphrodisiacs knows this.”

Only an old virgin like the prince couldn’t make the connection, and it made him so anxious just watching.

“How to solve it?” Lin Bozhou paused and asked.

“There is no cure, it can only be released.”

Leak out?

When Lin Bozhou said this, Meng Huan still kissed him persistently, gently playing with his jade crown and hair, pinching his fair earlobe, and kissing him again after being gently moved away. At the same time, he gently pulled Lin Bozhou’s hand and guided it under his clothes: “Husband, husband, I want to touch it now…”

The guards blushed when they saw this.

What a annoying little goblin.

People who are familiar with Lin Bozhou know that he is actually very upright and not interested in beauty. But at this moment, Meng Huan pestered him to kiss, touch, and hug him, which was so frivolous that he frowned and did not push her away with shame and disgust. Instead, he patiently and gently whispered: “Okay, Huanhuan, be obedient and wait a little longer.”

“…”

As soon as Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Meng Huan blocked his lips and kissed him again.

The lips were slightly cold, and were wet from his licking. The boy felt quite aggrieved, why didn’t his husband kiss him? He was so aggrieved that he was furious, his voice choked, his eyes red: “Husband…”

Lin Bozhou’s heart ached because of his shouting.

But in public, his sense of propriety and honor got in the way. He frowned, as if he was in a dilemma. He turned his gaze to the attendant and asked, “What should I do to make the Madam feel better?”

“Your Highness only needs to follow Madam’s wishes. Your Highness will give Madam whatever she wants.”

“I want to kiss…”

Meng Huan expressed his demands in a low voice.

After getting the answer, Lin Bozhou’s handsome and calm face was a little dazed for the first time. After a moment, he lowered his eyelashes, put his hand on the back of Meng Huan’s neck, turned his head, and pressed his lips tightly against his.

Meng Huan felt dizzy as his waist was tightly embraced. The warmth and softness he desired finally covered his lips.

The man’s scent was a rich sandalwood scent mixed with heat, which didn’t make people feel too wild, but the kiss was long and lingering, showing full patience and control, trying to arouse his pleasure.

“Well……”

When the tip of the tongue came in, Meng Huan felt like he couldn’t breathe. He grabbed Lin Bozhou’s clothes tightly with his little hands and turned his head away.

But just as he turned away, his chin was pinched and he turned back, and his lips were covered again.

Lin Bozhou kissed him slowly, tenderly and seductively, full of indescribable teasing and attraction. Meng Huan was anxious at first, but kissing alone did not satisfy him. Instead, he could not help but make a little noise. (It was just a kiss, nothing else)

“Um……”

The next second, the curtain was pulled open: “Prince——”

Shan Xing wanted to ask what the strange noises in the carriage were.

But the moment the light shone into the carriage, with a “swish”, Shan Xing moved very quickly and closed the curtain again, sealing it tightly so that not a single light could get in.

Their lips pressed together, Lin Bozhou turned his eyes to glance at the horse curtain, without saying a word, he clasped Meng Huan’s hair with his fingers, pinched his pink earlobe, and did not stop the long kiss.

The space inside the carriage was not very big. Meng Huan lay in his arms and let him kiss her until she kept moaning. She felt so soft that she was about to melt into water. A few feet away stood two trembling servants.

The two attendants looked desperate.

Lying on the grass.

So awkward!

Help!

Let us out!

The sound of whips was heard outside the carriage, and it began to accelerate, heading towards the Regent’s Palace at an unprecedentedly unstable speed.

Finally ending the kiss, Meng Huan lay in his arms, exhausted, and quiet for a short while. His mind was hazy, a dizzy feeling even more dizzy than after drinking, and the tip of his tongue even felt numb, but it was really comfortable.

Lin Bozhou stroked Meng Huan’s swollen lips: “Are you feeling better?”

Meng Huan shook his head and said nothing.

But he did not refuse to answer Lin Bozhou’s words, but slowly moved his little hand to

He was only halfway through when he suddenly stopped and looked back at his two servants.

Servant: “?”

Meng Huan licked her lips, turned her back awkwardly, as if hiding something, and leaned close to Lin Bozhou’s ear and whispered, “Hubby, let me show you… It hurts even more here.”

“…………”

The servants still didn’t react.

But they saw that Lin Bozhou, who was always calm and rational, suddenly pressed down on his hand, and veins appeared on his thin wrist bones, showing his panic that was visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Lin Bozhou felt nervous as if things were turning into a direction beyond his control. He took a deep breath and stared at Meng Huan with his dark brown eyes, sternly and seriously.

“Huanhuan, you can’t take off your clothes and pants in the carriage.”

“Oh.” Annoyed by his scolding, Meng Huan fastened his clothes obediently.

She just wanted to show her husband how uncomfortable she was feeling.

Since my husband said he doesn’t want to watch it now, then don’t watch it.

Meng Huan fastened her clothes, moved closer to Lin Bozhou, and said in a wet voice filled with alcohol: “Then go back and take them off for your husband to see.”

Her voice was sweet, tinged with drunkenness, well-behaved and cute, as if she liked him so much that she was willing to give him everything.

The things that he was about to see were indeed extremely private.

Lin Bozhou had even seen it just now, just as Meng Huan said, waiting for his touch. She was even willing to show him that kind of place, so the matter could not be explained in a few simple sentences.

That line is becoming increasingly blurred.

“Why haven’t I reached home yet?” Meng Huan muttered to himself anxiously.

Lin Bozhou lowered his head, rubbing his fingers gently, and finally asked in a hoarse voice: “Why are you in such a hurry to go back home? What does Huanhuan want to do?”

“Ah?” Meng Huan leaned close to his ear, her breath rolling over his ear, hot, her voice still clean and pure, “When we go back, of course my husband will help me.”

“How about helping Huan Huan?”

Meng Huan’s voice was even lower, but that simple syllable was very vulgar and dirty, but he said it in an extremely intimate way: “-Huanhuan.”

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and it seemed as if something that had been silent for many years exploded in his mind, and the waves surged, and the ripples could no longer be calm. He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Huan.

The boy’s eyes were bright, without any hypocrisy or affectation, like the eyes of a deer. The words he said were all about intimacy, without any mixture of obscenity or intimacy.

He seemed to… trust him so much and give him everything.

Lin Bozhou had never encountered such an extremely tempting situation.

He had always been suspicious, and had suspected that Meng Huan had suddenly become so delicate and soft after meeting Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin, and that she was deliberately tempting him to fall. But at this moment, it seemed as if something had collapsed inside him, and his heart, which had been frozen for many years, was filled with tears, which he could not suppress.

Lin Bozhou breathed heavily in his chest, his eyes fixed on Meng Huan, his breath warmed up, and he said word by word: “Are you sure you want to help Huanhuan for your husband?”

Meng Huan said in a greasy voice: “Yes, I really want it.”

The carriage stopped and my thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

The tense string in Lin Bozhou’s mind finally broke. His eyebrows were stained with shadows, and the familiar predatory feeling returned to his face. He smiled with curved lips: “Huanhuan, you are probably not conscious now, and you don’t know what you are saying at all. Maybe you will regret it once you wake up, but since you have made a decision…”

There was an lingering black mist in his eyes, and his voice was gentle, yet cruel.

“From now on, don’t even think about escaping.”

It is an iron rule that carriages are not allowed to enter the palace, but today a carriage drove into the palace and went straight to Lin Bozhou’s bedroom. This is the first time since the establishment of the Regent Palace.

Meng Huan was carried to the bedroom by Lin Bozhou. Before he left, everyone heard him cheer, “We are finally home!” The remaining servants led the horses back to the stables, saying to Shan Xing, “Brother Shan, hey.”

Shan Xing also sighed, and then said, “Please understand. The prince is already 26 years old and has never married or encountered a beautiful woman. It is normal that he could not control himself and made some noises in the car.”

Several people exchanged looks and scratched their chins.

It is not clear what the situation is.

In the bedroom, Meng Huan was gently placed on the bed.

The buttons of his shirt had been undone long ago, and it was Lin Bozhou who held it up for him so that it would not be untidy. Now that it was put down, his red shoulders were exposed. He gently grasped the bed sheet and looked at Lin Bozhou: “Husband.”

I don’t know why he keeps calling me by this strange name.

Instead of calling him husband.

This proves that perhaps Meng Huan doesn’t understand who he really is.

But Lin Bozhou didn’t want to care about it anymore. He responded, untied the court robe that symbolized his overwhelming power, and took off the ring on his hand. His powerful hands, which were used to handle official documents and write beautifully, found Meng Huan’s body.

What he wants, he gives.

He kept giving it to Meng Huan until he didn’t want it anymore.

The ceiling of the bedroom is decorated with beams and pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the lines are extremely complex. But when your eyes are soaked with sweat and you can’t see anything clearly, you can still experience a dizzying beauty as you see the ups and downs and the shaking.

When the ripples in Meng Huan’s body surged, he could see the patterns on the ceiling of the bedroom even with his eyes closed.

The nights in the palace suddenly became longer.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. The eunuch You Jin, who usually came to help Lin Bozhou bathe and sleep at 11 p.m., entered the bedroom. Just as he was about to go in, he was blocked by the eunuch who was on duty in the bedroom in the afternoon.

You Jin held the handkerchief. He had actually heard about the prince coming back with his wife in the afternoon. He asked, “Is it over?”

“It’s not over yet.” Said the young eunuch.

You Jin was shocked: “It’s not over yet. It’s been several hours.”

The young eunuch’s expression was one of great struggle: “Your Majesty, this is too…”

“What’s wrong?” You Jin asked in a low voice.

“It’s too…” He tried to describe it, “It’s too much. Madam has been calling for a long time since she came back, and she started crying again, but the prince just didn’t come out.”

You Jin: “Madam, crying doesn’t necessarily mean she is unwilling.”

The young eunuch agreed: “Yes, it’s not that I don’t want to cry.”

You Jin raised her orchid finger in a feminine way and said, “That’s great, the prince finally has someone by his side. Alas.” He wiped away his tears and said, “Servants like us can occasionally take care of the prince, but we can’t take care of him all the time. Many things still need to be told by the person next to him. I hope Madam is kind-hearted and can take good care of the prince for us and the old princess. Our prince has always been seen as having unlimited glory by outsiders, but only those of us who follow him know how much he has suffered—”

He stopped talking, squatted under the eaves, and waited for Lin Bozhou to summon him.

This was the problem in ancient times. The wooden doors were covered with paper, so the sound insulation was not very good. I couldn’t say it was intentional, but the sounds from inside could always be heard a little bit, high and low, intermittently.

You Jin grinned as he heard this: “We have watched the prince grow up since he was young, but I never thought I would see this day.”

Young eunuch: “…………”

You are such a pervert.

Soon, the hot water delivery man was waiting outside.

After waiting for a while, a eunuch came out of the door and said, “Send hot water.”

Everyone went in and saw two figures vaguely lying on the bed through the screen. The air was filled with a mixture of heat and sandalwood, which was faint but omnipresent, proving that there had been intense intercourse in the room.

Pouring hot water into the large wooden barrel, You Jin asked from outside: “My Lord, do you want me to serve you?”

“No need.” The male voice came in a low and hoarse voice.

After a while, the screen was half opened, and Lin Bozhou came out wearing a white inner robe, which was loosely draped over his head. His wet hair hung down to his ears and neck, and there were several teeth marks and scratches on his shoulders.

He looked lazy, and the darkness between his eyebrows seemed to be thicker, revealing a moist feeling of being nourished by rain, and he was handsome beyond compare. He half-closed his eyelids, his thoughts were lazily calm, and his attention was on the hot water in the wooden barrel.

You Jin: “My Lord, Madam…”

“Madam is asleep.”

That was a nice way of putting it, the main thing was that the lady was dizzy and didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes.

You Jin nodded: “Then do you want me to—”

“No need.”

Why are eunuchs always the ones serving people? Eunuchs are a sad group, they sacrifice their lower body for a chance to serve the emperor. Without male characteristics, they are qualified to be trusted.

However, no matter who it was, Lin Bozhou didn’t want others to get close to the things he cared about. This was the consensus in the palace. Just like he had to do all the government affairs himself.

Obviously, Lin Bozhou doesn’t want anyone to touch Meng Huan now.

You Jin accepted the order: “Yes.”

After the hot water was filled, Lin Bozhou said, “Everyone, go out.”

You Jin retreated to the door.

“Stop.” Lin Bozhou called him again in a hoarse voice.

“What else do you want, my lord?”

“Go find Chen An,”

Lin Bozhou rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers, feeling a little sleepy, but his narrow eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be in a good mood. “Go find him and draft the document for Madam’s promotion to concubine.”

Jin Fei?

Promoted to princess?

The palace finally has another master?

You Jin almost dropped the handkerchief in his hand. He could not suppress his excitement and nodded vigorously: “Yes!”

Falling into a daze, Meng Huan felt like he was dreaming.

It started out as a beautiful dream. I dreamed that I was sailing on the blue sea and sky. I drifted with the current, my body and mind soaked in the warm wind and water. I floated like a pink jellyfish, feeling comfortable and happy.

But slowly, the sky turned dark with dark clouds, and large raindrops fell, hitting his face and body, soaking him all over, and the weather became hot and humid.

He began to feel uncomfortable and tried hard to break free from the stuffy feeling, but his whole body seemed to be bound by a net, which was getting tighter and tighter.

The thread entangled in his skin and continued to tighten. Meng Huan woke up in a suffocating pain.

“…”

Meng Huan breathed lightly, opened his eyes wide and looked around, and found that this was a magnificent bedroom.

But he couldn’t remember where he was for the moment. He was about to get up, but just as he straightened his waist, he let out a sharp scream: “Ah——”

Several eunuchs and maids hurried in from the door, “Madam, is Madam awake?”

Meng Huan was sure that this was Lin Bozhou’s bedroom. He was pale, his mouth was open, and he looked down. I don’t know who changed his pajamas for him. The collar was neatly overlapped, but you could see the red spot on his collarbone that had been bitten, and it had moved down a little bit –

Swollen, broken skin.

Meng Huan tried to get up, but the pain made him unable to straighten his back. As soon as he straightened his legs, he fell back onto the bed.

The source of the pain was clear. Meng Huan lay in the messy quilt. The maid ran over from behind. He shouted, “Get out!”

The maid stopped.

Meng Huan: “Get out!”

Meng Huan found that his voice was hoarse, he couldn’t shout, and his throat was in pain. An idea came to his mind, and he felt a chill on his back, and his heart in his chest began to beat wildly.

After everyone left, Meng Huan’s fingers trembled violently as he fiddled with his clothes. He untied them and looked down. The teeth marks and kiss marks spread to more places than he had imagined. As long as he moved a little, he could feel the pain from the overused areas.

Everything showed that he and Lin Bozhou had sex.

The drinking in the restaurant last night was still fresh in Meng Huan’s mind. Before he got drunk and his thoughts were completely blacked out, Meng Huan remembered that he was led by Lin Bozhou and told to go back to the palace. He couldn’t remember anything after that…

Could it be that he took advantage of me when I was drunk… and forced himself on me?

Meng Huan pinched his robe, an indescribable feeling of dizziness filled his mind. When he regained consciousness, he heard silent sobbing, and the crying sounded like it came from another person.

Meng Huan tried desperately to suppress the trembling as she cried violently. Her tears fell on her clothes and soaked her robe.

He covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying out loud, and tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. The more it hurt, the more it proved that Lin Bozhou was unscrupulous in his invasion of him, and the more tears flowed from his eyes, soaking the back of his hands and then falling onto the quilt.

He waited until the pain subsided before standing up. The maid’s voice rang out from outside the door: “Husband – Princess.”

They said, “Chief Clerk Chen An requests to see the princess.”

The name has changed.

Lin Bozhou gave him a promotion?

No one really thinks that if you force yourself to get a good night’s sleep and then reward someone with something the next day, the other person will be very happy, right?

Meng Huan gritted his teeth and said in a broken voice: “No.”

He walked to the window and found that it was noon. Lin Bozhou should have gone to the imperial city to attend the court. Meng Huan closed his eyes and flashed through his mind the scene of drinking yesterday afternoon. It must have been during that time that he got drunk, got on the carriage with Lin Bozhou, and then lost consciousness…

Meng Huan opened his eyes again, the sunlight shone on his face, his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, his dark pupils refracted fragments of light, and there was no expression on his face.

He opened the door and said, “Tell my yard man to come and get me.”

The maid said, “Princess, would you like to rest a little longer? Given your current physical condition, it would be better for you to stay in the prince’s bedroom and wait for him to come back from court—”

This morning, Lin Bozhou went to court half an hour later than usual. He sat at the head of the bed and looked at Meng Huan for a long time, stroking his face constantly, and went out only when it was almost dawn. They all knew that Lin Bozhou wanted the princess to stay here and wait for him to come back.

Meng Huan shook his head: “I don’t want to stay here.”

Although Lin Bozhou’s bedroom was more luxurious than his small courtyard, and he had more servants, and even many people’s dream of promotion was to sleep with him here, Meng Huan was very tired now. He just wanted to go back to his small courtyard, crawl into the quilt, hide himself, take a nap or cry for a while.

The maid didn’t stop him and said, “Yes.”

The servants carried Meng Huan on a sedan chair and took him back to the yard, back to this familiar place. Standing in the yard, Meng Huan looked around. This seemed to be his only safe haven in this bloody book, the only place that made him feel safe.

Meng Huan’s lips curled down slightly.

Fengzhi held the basin and opened her mouth: “Husband——”

But just now, when she heard the news that Jin Menghuan was the princess, she opened her mouth and changed her words, “Princess.”

Meng Huan lowered his head, shook his head, returned to his room and slammed the door shut.

He wanted to urinate, but when he walked to the wooden barrel and tried, he found that he couldn’t urinate.

According to the pornographic pictures and articles Meng Huan had seen, he had to have been very cruel last night to be in such an embarrassing state now!

Meng Huan grinned and started crying again. He lay back on the bed and covered his face with the quilt until the air in the quilt was sucked out and it became hot and stuffy. He lifted the quilt to reveal his little face, which was wet with tears again.

Lin Bozhou did not respect him.

Lin Bozhou treated him as a plaything.

Meng Huan sobbed hard and slept with his eyes closed. Half asleep and half awake, he had another dream like the violent storm of last night. The black fog and the sweltering rain enveloped him, violently wrapping him and washing him, but at the end of the fog, Lin Bozhou’s face appeared.

Meng Huan is unhappy when he sleeps

There was a heavy rain in the capital city, which swept away the summer heat in the city and turned it into cool rain, shrouding the entire imperial city in a mist.

As Lin Bozhou stepped out of the Meridian Gate, Shan Xing immediately held an umbrella over his head to prevent the rain from wetting his scarlet dragon robe.

“Your Highness returns home so early today.” Shan Xing said.

Lin Bozhou hummed, looked at the dripping rain, and asked, “Is Huanhuan awake?”

“Tsk,” As expected, the first question he asked was about the princess. Shan Xing said, “The princess woke up, stayed in the bedroom for a while, and then went back to her courtyard.”

“How does it look?”

Shan Xing said, “She seemed to be in a bad mood. Chen An wanted to report the reward from the prince, but the princess disappeared and walked away. According to the maidservant, the princess cried secretly for a long time.”

Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows were calm, and there seemed to be a pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand and caught the raindrops falling from the umbrella.

The coldness flowed down his fingers and merged into the water patterns on the marble floor.

Shan Xing was busy hailing the carriage, and turned back to shout to the attendant: “Come here, the prince is waiting.”

In my ear, Lin Bozhou said, “Pingzhi.”

“Ah?” Shan Xing was shivering in the wind. He didn’t quite understand Lin Bozhou’s sudden quiet tone. He turned his head and looked at him as if he was possessed.

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled.

He was thinking about something and spoke slowly.

However, his face was clearly filled with joy.

“I seem to know what love is.” –

The sound of rain was very loud and the dream was annoying. When Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes, he saw that the room was dark and there was no light coming through the window. It was already evening.

Meng Huan felt a bitter and dry taste on his tongue. He propped himself up on the bed and climbed up. He realized that his throat felt like it was burning, and he was extremely thirsty. He looked around and found that there was no water in the room.

Meng Huan walked more easily, but his head was still extremely dizzy, as if a needle had pierced it. With his swollen eyelids drooping, he unlocked the door, walked out, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a bowl of water, and drank it down with gulps.

Then, Meng Huan closed his eyes and felt the moisture of the water in his stomach.

“Click”, a knocking sound was heard by my ears, as if something was placed on the table.

Meng Huan turned his head and saw a jade-white figure. Lin Bozhou was sitting in a chair, which was a bit remote. Meng Huan didn’t notice it just now, but he had obviously been sitting there for a long time.

The atmosphere is quiet.

He didn’t say anything, just looked at Meng Huan.

Meng Huan opened his mouth, and indescribable emotions surged up. He originally wanted to call him “Prince” as usual.

But Meng Huan closed his mouth again. He couldn’t tell why, but he didn’t want to call Lin Bozhou anymore. He just stood there silently.

Lin Bozhou stood up and walked over: “Did you get enough sleep?”

Meng Huan said “hmm” but made no sound.

He didn’t look at Lin Bozhou, but fixed his eyes on the place beside him, motionless. His expression didn’t seem to be angry, just a little wooden.

After taking off all her clothes and rolling on the bed with him, Meng Huan had no impression and remembered nothing. There was no atmosphere of lingering and affectionate memories, only an indescribable tranquility, like the water of an ancient well.

Lin Bozhou looked at his face and asked, “Are you feeling better?”

Meng Huan nodded slowly.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” Lin Bozhou asked.

In the darkness, Meng Huan’s eyes turned to him, very bright.

“Remember.”

“Well, that’s good. Huanhuan and I have had sex, and we are now husband and wife. From today on, Huanhuan is the princess of the mansion, and will move to the main palace tomorrow. Huanhuan can use the people and things in the mansion as she pleases. If you are interested, you can discuss it with Chen An and start managing the affairs of the mansion.”

Meng Huan gently pinched his fingers, and after a while, he shook his head: “I don’t want to.”

“That’s fine. If you want to relax, you can paint in the yard every day, play Cuju, Touhu, or polo. You can do whatever you want as long as you are happy.”

Meng Huan lowered his head and still said nothing, feeling bored and meaningless.

Raindrops gathered in the patio, and the atmosphere was particularly empty and quiet.

Lin Bozhou suddenly reached out his hand to hold Meng Huan’s. His palm felt very cold. He said, “Huan Huan.”

When Meng Huan realized it, he suddenly pulled his hand out and took a step back.

The tables and chairs moved with a loud clatter, which was so loud that it seemed to emphasize the movement away.

“…”

Lin Bozhou seemed stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to look at his empty hands, curled his fingers slightly, and met Meng Huan’s eyes.

In the darkness, Meng Huan’s eyes no longer had the previous obedience, but only alienation and emptiness.

Lin Bozhou seemed to be thinking: “Huanhuan really remembers what happened last night?”

I still remember how I clung to his arms and called him hubby last night, and how I kept acting like a spoiled child. As long as Lin Bozhou didn’t show any love to him for a while, he would immediately start making a fuss. It was exactly the same in the bedroom.

Meng Huan said stubbornly, “Remember.”

Lin Bozhou was puzzled: “Why is Huanhuan angry?” He thought for a moment, “Do you blame your husband for hurting you?”

Meng Huan looked up and glared at him. This was the first time he looked at Lin Bozhou so fiercely, like a kitten showing its claws to warn the person who was petting him to stop, otherwise he would scratch him.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and took back his inappropriate words.

He returned home early today after work and came to Meng Huan’s yard. He heard that Meng Huan was sleeping and waited there. After waiting for an hour or two, he finally woke up. He also wanted to see Meng Huan act coquettishly and hold his hand and call him husband, but it seems he was overthinking it.

“I admit that I forced Huanhuan last night,” Lin Bozhou said in a gentle voice, “Huanhuan was drunk and looked very uncomfortable. I wanted to make you feel less uncomfortable, so I did what I wanted. I should have asked Huanhuan if she was willing before having sex, but I was not considerate enough.”

Meng Huan felt a sense of relief.

Admit it, it’s your problem.

Lin Bozhou was half a head taller than him. At this moment, he bent down slightly and looked at him with his dark eyes: “Huanhuan, be good. Are you not angry anymore?”

Unconsciously, I adopted the same tone that I used to coax him in the carriage last night.

Meng Huan was already annoyed with him, and when he heard him admit it, acting as if they were very familiar with each other, his teeth clenched tighter and tighter.

What is the use?

What’s the point of pretending to say a few words?

Once you taste the sweetness, you will say good things. Who will believe it?

Meng Huan pinched his fingers tightly with his fingernails until red marks appeared on the back of his hands. Sweat made the back of his hands shiny and moist, and his bones began to ache from being pinched.

Lin Bozhou took all of this in.

“Huanhuan, this is…” Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, wanting to hold his hand in his palm.

The next second, Meng Huan pulled it out again with such force that his nails scraped against Lin Bozhou’s hand with a slight sound, leaving a bloody mark of moderate length on the back of his hand.

The bloodstain was white at first, then gradually expanded and turned into a blood line, so strong and eye-catching that it was difficult to ignore.

A strange atmosphere brewed in the air.

“…”

Meng Huan stood there, took a deep breath, and met the gaze of Lin Bozhou, who had his eyelashes drooped.

TWENTY TWO
A streak of blood red made the atmosphere extremely weird.

In the Mary Sue description of the original book, Lin Bozhou can almost be regarded as an unparalleled noble god, with royal blood, high position and power, and any offense to him will cost one’s life.

Even if Lin Bozhou didn’t care, the people who were eating next to him and treating him as a banner would not allow him to be offended.


You Jin, who was standing under the eaves, was horrified: “Your Majesty!”


He walked closer and wanted to take care of Lin Bozhou’s hand.

Lin Bozhou: “Go down.”

“Your Highness…” You Jin hesitated to speak.

“I told you to go down.”

Lin Bozhou glanced at the eunuch sideways, neither lightly nor seriously, and he stood back under the eaves, but his eyes kept glancing at Meng Huan from time to time, and the anger in his eyes was self-evident.

He is Lin Bozhou’s man, and Lin Bozhou’s safety is their top priority.


Meng Huan didn’t expect to hurt Lin Bozhou. He was stunned for a moment, and buried his head without explaining anything.

“It’s okay,” Lin Bozhou said in a gentle voice, “Huanhuan, don’t be afraid. I don’t blame you.”

Compared to this minor injury, Meng Huan was obviously in more pain last night.


However, after Lin Bozhou said this to comfort him, he found that Meng Huan did not seem to be afraid.

The boy, who usually would immediately put away his ears when being naughty, now only had a slight change in his eyebrows and eyes, and then stood with his head down again, biting his lower lip tightly, looking still stubborn.


Lin Bozhou understood: “Did Huanhuan feel unhappy last night?”

Otherwise, why would Meng Huan be so angry?

Meng Huan did not answer.

“Go ahead.” Lin Bozhou seemed to want to reflect on himself.

Meng Huan made up his mind: “Not happy.”

The voice was a little quiet at first, but after saying this, it was like an explosion, “Not happy at all.”

“…”

The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Lin Bozhou remembered that last night in bed, Meng Huan hugged his neck and kept mumbling something, clinging to him like melted spring water, saying that he wanted it. At the beginning, everything was initiated by Meng Huan, who actively led Lin Bozhou to possess him.

However, Meng Huan was indeed abnormally passionate at that time, and he should have known in his heart that this trust and coquettishness did not actually belong to him, and that he… was indeed taking advantage of someone’s misfortune.

But what if I took advantage of someone’s misfortune?

From the moment I decided to touch him, I was prepared to bear all of Meng Huan’s emotions.

The air was so quiet that it was a little eerie.

After saying this, Meng Huan realized belatedly that he was too blunt and did not give Lin Bozhou any face at all. As for what would happen next, according to Lin Bozhou’s arrogant personality, he would either leave in embarrassment or get furious and find someone to beat him up.

…After being fucked, I still want to be beaten?

Meng Huan curled his lips downwards again, but now, he no longer wanted to give in.

He is really angry!

So Meng Huan took a deep breath and prepared himself to get angry and get beaten.

Who knew that a shadow would fall beside his ear, and Lin Bozhou’s hot breath would approach, with a little coolness, it was the black fog that enveloped him last night and could not escape. Lin Bozhou still seemed to have no temper: “It hurt too much last night, or did I not ask you in advance?”

“…”

Meng Huan looked up at him in a daze.

“I have taken note of everything that made Huanhuan unhappy,” Lin Bozhou’s eyes were bent. The eyes that usually seemed hypocritical and calm were now calm and affectionate. “Next time we have sex, I will definitely ask Huanhuan for her opinion first, okay?”

It seemed that he respected her very much.

There was even a tone of negotiation in Lin Bozhou’s notoriously autocratic attitude.

Meng Huan didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

Are you dreaming?

Is this Lin Bozhou?

When did he change his gender?

Except that he would be gentler when the original owner occasionally didn’t argue with him, who on earth was worthy of him talking to him like that?

Meng Huan was totally dizzy.

He thought for a while, and an idea gradually became clear.

Could it be that the compatibility between his and my body was so good last night that he got addicted and fell in love with me for a short time?

After all, it was written in the original book that Lin Bozhou had been abstinent for many years, but after the first night he met Meng Huan, he fell from a noble believer to a vulgar demon. He became addicted to sex and couldn’t stop, seeking pleasure and love every night.

——Lin Bozhou, you are probably in love with your own body.

“…”

Thinking of this, the slight relaxation that Meng Huan had just felt because of Lin Bozhou’s gentleness disappeared completely, and his expression returned to being calm and indifferent, and he closed his lips tightly –

After Lin Bozhou left, Meng Huan asked someone to bring more hot water.

Fengzhi asked: “Princess, would you like me to help you bathe?”

“No, no.” After traveling here for such a long time, Meng Huan was still not used to the habit of rich families having young girls serve him. After they brought the hot water and poured it into the wooden barrel, he asked everyone to leave.

Meng Huan took off his clothes and soaked in the hot water.

The hot water was not too hot, but very comfortable. The water waves nourished my tired skin, stimulating the soreness and swelling that had been buried all day. I felt weak all over, which seemed to be a sign of the overly intense combination last night.

Meng Huan rested his chin on the wooden barrel, frowned, and looked depressed.

He let the water waves sway around his skin, quietly feeling the changes in his body. Before he traveled through the book, Meng Huan was an 18-year-old boy who had just been in college for less than a year. He had never been in a relationship, was a homebody, liked to draw and support couples, and although he could talk dirty jokes, he actually had no experience in love.

But now, he still has no experience of love, but the pain in his lower body clearly indicates that he has a husband, someone who occupies his body.

But they have no feelings.

Even the other person doesn’t really like you.

When he thought of this, Meng Huan felt depressed and lowered his head to brush away the water.

Having lived two lifetimes, does that mean you don’t deserve sweet love?

Meng Huan felt very upset as he thought about it. He cried for a while and then scooped some water to gently rinse his body.

The boy’s fair skin was pinched with many red marks, which turned into bruises, and the spots that have not disappeared yet are all signs of being toyed with by the other party.

Meng Huan: Woo woo woo qwq

Tears fell into the pool.

Meng Huan felt like an abandoned woman whose feelings were toyed with by the powerful. The powerful took advantage of him and kicked him away. After sneering a few times, he slammed the door and left. He lay on the messy ground with disheveled hair, licking his wounds silently.

So pitiful.

Meng Huan felt sorry for himself.

As he washed, Meng Huan’s fingers brushed across his skin, and he felt the warmth and touch of a person’s body. In a trance, he felt like another pair of strange hands were touching him.

Meng Huan’s mind flashed back to the lingering thick fog in last night’s dream. It was damp, stuffy, and heavy, wrapping him tightly. At the end, Lin Bozhou’s features gradually became clear.

“So Huanhuan likes this…?”

The man’s voice was low and hoarse, and he leaned close to his ear. His breath blew into his ear, burning it so much that he seemed to shiver slightly inside.

Meng Huan shook his head violently, shaking off the wet water droplets, and his cold hair brushed across his face. The atmosphere was stiff and cold, and he lay in the bucket in silence for a while.

Is this fantasy? Or is it reality?

…From a certain perspective, Lin Bozhou is indeed good-looking. His appearance is popular among both men and women in the book. It is said that if he is a little wild, he is too wild, and if he is a little gentle, he is too gentle. He is just the right amount of handsome and elegant, and as beautiful as a demon.

Well.

This scumbag rich man looks so good.

BE aesthetics.

It’s even more cruel if you think about it carefully.

Meng Huan lay on the edge of the bucket with a depressed look. When the water temperature gradually cooled down, he got up and began to wipe the water off his body with a dry cloth.

While wiping, Meng Huan couldn’t help but look at himself again and again.

He really couldn’t remember anything about what happened last night. At least he had gotten rid of his virginity, and judging from the aftereffects, Lin Bozhou seemed to be having a good time, but he didn’t feel anything.

Lin Bozhou took all the benefits.

Thinking about it makes me angry.

With all kinds of mixed feelings, Meng Huan put on his clothes. When he came out, the courtyard was brightly lit and the servants were excitedly packing up, preparing to move to the main palace where the Regent Princess lived.

It turns out that you can really get wealth and glory by pleasing a man?

Meng Huan stood in the yard for a while, with drooping eyelids, and then returned to his little room.

He kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, lay down under the quilt, and patted it with his hands.

He hoped he could get some good sleep.

I hope that there won’t be Lin Bozhou in my dreams.

The procedure for enthroning a queen is very complicated.

The next day, people came knocking on the door of Meng Huan’s yard one after another. There were servants coming to cut clothes and make jewelry, and some people came to give gifts and make friends with relatives.

Meng Huan listened as patiently as possible for a while.

As expected, the news that he was taken back to the bedroom by Lin Bozhou and pampered for a night last night spread again. Everyone said, “The prince is very kind to the princess, it’s unprecedented. The princess will have a prosperous life in the future.”

“Princess? I have a jade hairpin here. It is warm and elegant. It will complement the princess perfectly. You will be very beautiful when you wear it.”

“I also have a book of erotic paintings, which contains several secret techniques that the princess can learn and use to please the prince in the bedroom.”

They thought Meng Huan was easy to get along with and told him everything. As they talked, Meng Huan’s smile gradually disappeared, but he didn’t ask them to leave, he just stopped talking.

After everyone left, Meng Huan said, “Lock the gate and don’t let anyone in.”

So annoying.

Sitting in the yard, Meng Huan propped up his chin and looked up at the thick shade cast by the green treetops.

Meng Huan lived in the city and rarely got close to nature. He simply sat in the yard to bask in the sun. But when he thought that this was just a boring life, he suddenly lost all his energy.

Feng Zhi came forward and said, “Madam, do you want to play Pai Gow to relieve your boredom?”

Just playing mahjong. Meng Huan shook his head: “No, it’s boring.”

Fengzhi racked his brains: “Then how about playing polo?”

“No, that’s too rude.”

“Shall we go catch goldfish in the lotus pond in Xiyuan?”

Meng Huan finally became interested and stood up: “Let’s go.”

As a result, as soon as he reached the door, he heard a knock.

Meng Huan frowned: “I said I don’t want to see guests.”

The door opened, Fengzhi was about to speak, but turned around and walked back.

Meng Huan saw the old man Shan Shu holding a fan and wearing a small hat. He bowed with a serious face and said, “Greetings, Princess.”

Shan Shu is a teacher after all. Meng Huan’s scalp tightened, a little bit unbelievable: “The teacher is also here to send—”

The word “gift” was not uttered.

Shan Shu: “What do you want to give?”

“No,” Meng Huan looked up at him, “Then why are you here, sir—”

Shan Shu regained his serious expression: “Princess, you didn’t know how to read yesterday, and you still can’t read today? As the saying goes, reading and learning requires accumulation over time, and water drips through a stone. If Madam fishes for two days and dries the net for three days, I’m afraid you won’t be able to write many words in a few years.”

Meng Huan’s ears turned red after hearing these words.

Sure enough, he is still most afraid of the teacher.

Meng Huan put down the net he was using to catch the little goldfish awkwardly and walked back: “Fengzhi, serve the tea. Ah Qing, please bring out the paper and pen.”

“Sir, please.” Meng Huan walked towards the study where he studied.

Shan Shu was a cold old man, and he did not change the rules just because Meng Huan was a princess: “Today we will learn the last two pages of characters, or follow the front end, memorize first, then dictate, if you can’t write, type—”

He seemed to feel something was wrong and changed his words: “I can’t write one word at a time, so I copied a page.”

Meng Huan nodded pitifully: “I understand.”

He sat back in his chair, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen and paper. Before he had sex with Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan was barely a teenager, and it didn’t matter if he was scolded by the teacher. But now he is an adult with a sex life, and he still has to read and write in front of the teacher, like a primary school student.

Meng Huan felt so embarrassed.

He opened the literacy book, comforted himself mentally, and began to memorize the words on the last two pages.

The summer heat is long and the sun is shining brightly.

Fengzhi, Ah Qing, and Xiaoshun squatted at the door with fishing nets, watching Meng Huan’s movements from time to time. As long as their princess could finish writing quickly, they could take advantage of the evening to catch fish, touch stones, and even find some crabs and shrimps to cook.

But apparently, they had overestimated the princess’ memory.

First of all, these dozens of words are indeed difficult to remember, but Shan Shu used to be Lin Bozhou’s teacher. He thought that all students were as smart and hardworking as Lin Bozhou, so he assigned these tasks very casually.

Meng Huan is just a normal person. When he is anxious, he can’t remember the words and writes them wrong. Sometimes he even mixes them up and writes something that doesn’t make sense.

“How come the princess can’t remember it?” Shan Shu tapped the page with his ruler. “There are always some strokes missing. What are these characters?”

Simplified Chinese.

Meng Huan only dared to say it in his heart.

“Princess, you didn’t memorize seriously and didn’t complete the school assignment. You can only come down and do more work,” Shan Shu said, “Write two lines for each word. I will come to check it tomorrow afternoon.”

“…”

One year after graduating from high school, Meng Huan returned to his old life of not being able to finish his homework and staying up late at night with a lamp on. He had clearly worked very hard, but he was still accused of not being serious. He pursed his lips dejectedly, and the gentle voices of the servants rang out from the courtyard door.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Meng Huan’s heart sank.

He suddenly clenched the pen in his hand, his expression didn’t change much, and his eyes moved to the gate of the yard.

Lin Bozhou left the court.

As the canary’s owner, he finally had time to come and play with his captive bird.

Meng Huan’s back tensed, as if something heavy had fallen down, pressing down on his heart. He lowered his head and fiddled with the strokes in his hand.

“Your Highness.” Shan Shu saluted him.

“No need to be so polite,” Lin Bozhou turned his head and looked down, “Uncle, have you finished teaching today?”

“My Lord, it’s done.”

The tone of their conversation was natural, just like a teacher talking to a student’s parents, explaining the student’s academic performance, and Lin Bozhou was Meng Huan’s parent.

This association made Meng Huan curl his lips unhappily, and he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the brush.

Shan Shu complained mercilessly: “Madam is slow in learning to read, and often misses strokes. It is very difficult to correct. You need to study harder.”

“…”

Meng Huan buried his head even lower.

He hated Lin Bozhou the most.

But this teacher still said bad things about himself in front of him, making him unable to raise his head.

Damn it!

Meng Huan lowered his head and could hear Lin Bozhou’s low voice, calm and steady: “Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, uncle.”

——I know.

Do you really think you are my parent?

Meng Huan picked up the pen and kept writing “hate hate hate hate hate hate hate” on the paper. The ink pen’s handwriting was large and it didn’t take long for the paper to be filled with words. Meng Huan then found a gap and continued writing “hate hate …

The sound of footsteps in the yard faded away, and a shadow fell in front of him, blocking out the setting sun.

Meng Huan left the last word “hate” and raised his head. Lin Bozhou’s dark brown eyes were looking at him. He had a high nose bridge, shadows on his eyebrows, and a few strands of black hair hanging down from his brow bones. He looked quite handsome and evil.

Lin Bozhou bent down and checked his handwriting, his voice gentle: “Huanhuan got scolded again today?”

“…” Meng Huan really didn’t want to talk.

Lin Bozhou casually took out a piece of paper and checked the places where Meng Huan always made mistakes. After a moment, he said, “Huan Huan writes some characters decisively and directly, such as “Du Ding” should be written like this, but many times he found mistakes but still did not correct them – did Huan Huan always write like this before?”

Meng Huan looked at him slowly, expressing that he was a little annoyed with him, and said, “Yeah.”

“Correct your habits first.” He sat down next to Meng Huan.

The weather was a little hot, so he changed out of his court robes and put on a casual set of casual clothes. The sleeves of the robe were wide and exuded a warm sandalwood scent, as warm as jade.

Meng Huan continued to pull out the paper slowly, implying that he was not active, not cooperating, and didn’t want to pay attention to him. Until he looked up accidentally and saw the wound on the back of his hand.

It’s scabbed, a long, thin line.

He accidentally scratched it with his fingernail yesterday.

Today Lin Bozhou was in the cabinet. The Prime Minister and cabinet members expressed their concern. When they met the little emperor in court, the little emperor almost shed tears in the Golden Palace. He dragged Lin Bozhou to find the imperial physician to treat his hand, and all the court officials knew about it.

Of all the people who saw the small wound on his hand, only Meng Huan acted as if nothing had happened, as if he didn’t take it seriously at all.

Although, it is indeed a very small wound.

“Huanhuan, take some paper and a pen, and let me teach you how to write it again.” Lin Bozhou said.

…It felt like a husband who was a top student tutoring his wife who was a poor student. After making inexplicable associations, Meng Huan muttered to himself, looked at his wound again, and spread the paper flat on the table.

Lin Bozhou’s handwriting is extremely beautiful, written word by word, casually and without any clothes or shoes, and the calligraphy is so exquisite that it can be framed and used as a work of art.

However, due to years of writing, his fingertips have some calluses, which makes his hands not so beautiful. One can imagine how rough they feel when he touches them.

“…” Suddenly, he remembered the strange touch and association when he was taking a bath last night.

The long fingers pinched into the thin waist and moved around, and the thin callus would rub every part without any effort. Although Meng Huan was unconscious at the time and could not remember the specific situation, his skin had left a deep memory.

“…”

Meng Huan’s face was so hot that he lowered his head and clenched the brush in his hand.

He read in the original book that Lin Bozhou was fierce in bed, but when he was dressed in court robes or casual clothes, looking righteous and noble, it was impossible to imagine that he would have desires, and like those people in the erotic paintings, he would make many indecent gestures just to reach the tide of his heart.

…It’s hard to imagine that this person actually slept with me.

“Huanhuan?”

Lin Bozhou wanted to remind him to start writing, but when he turned his head, he saw Meng Huan’s head almost buried under the table, the back of his ears were red, and his white arms sticking out of his sleeves were resting on the edge of the table, looking like he was unable to face the hardships of life.

Hearing his voice, Meng Huan raised his head.

He had a stern face and spoke, as if he was blocking out something and returning to his original intention: “Write!”

Lin Bozhou curled his lips into a very slight arc.

Although I don’t know what Meng Huan is thinking, he is very cute.

Meng Huan wasn’t the type to have a temper that was known to the world when he was angry.

But he is very narrow-minded and holds grudges. Although he is very gentle and harmless, he will remember the grudges in his heart for decades and would occasionally think about them.

Although Meng Huan was unhappy about Lin Bozhou sleeping with him, he did not directly smash the pen to object when Lin Bozhou tried to teach him how to write. Instead, he picked up the pen and cooperated with him. He did not listen to him, did things slowly, and did not answer him when he spoke.

“Huanhuan, ‘箒’ is written wrong. There is only one horizontal line in the middle.” Lin Bozhou reminded.

Meng Huan pursed his lips and said “Oh” slowly, then he waved the brush twice, seemingly smearing and modifying it, but he was actually practicing Tai Chi.

——He just had something against Lin Bozhou, and he wanted to express it in a tactful way.

In my ear, Lin Bozhou chuckled softly.

With a slight breath, it fell into my ears.

Meng Huanxin said, Humph, you can still laugh.

“’甑’ is also wrong.” Lin Bozhou said, “Write it again.”

“Okay.”

Meng Huan wrote the wrong word again without changing his expression.

I will waste your time and I won’t let you relax… Meng Huan was thinking in his mind that if Lin Bozhou knew that it was tiring to help him learn to read, he would not bother him.

Meng Huan wrote the typos happily.

Behind my ear, Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh again, as if he was trying very hard to hold back his laughter.

“Why did you respond just now but not now?” he asked in a low voice.

Meng Huan said casually: “I got it mixed up.”

“Are you confused?” Lin Bozhou asked in a noncommittal tone.

Meng Huan simply ignored him, held the brush and deliberately made the “hat” stroke slightly off-center. Just as he put pen to paper, his wrist was suddenly and gently grabbed.

Lin Bozhou’s slightly cool hand covered him, clenched his fingers, and completely controlled his white and slender fingers inch by inch, with great control.

Then, she guided his hand and turned the strokes back to the correct direction, one by one, and said, “Don’t write wrong on purpose again, Huanhuan.”

“…”Meng Huan raised his head and looked at him.

Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows were stained with shadows, and he smiled and said, “It’s too late, you can’t finish your calligraphy homework, and you can’t go to bed early at night.”

Meng Huan: “…”

What does it have to do with you?

You still get up at two in the morning every day to go to the morning.

What’s wrong with me staying up late to finish my homework?

While secretly complaining in his heart, Lin Bozhou had already shifted his gaze and said, “Put it away. We won’t practice today. Let’s eat first.”

The servant came forward and put away the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Another group of people came in one after another, carrying food and putting it on the table. There were still thirty dishes.

There was a bottle of wine on the table. Seeing that, Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows thoughtfully and turned to Meng Huan: “Huanhuan.”

Meng Huan looked at him: “Hmm?”

Lin Bozhou’s eyes and eyebrows were stained with shadows, and his voice was calm.

“That day when we were drinking in the restaurant, what was in the glass that Huanhuan hastily poured out for her husband?”

TWENTY THREE
——In the cup.

It is an aphrodisiac that can turn a normal person into an Alpha in estrus, making him crazily seek someone to kiss, hug and cuddle with like a wild beast.

Meng Huan didn’t expect him to pay attention to this glass of wine, and now he happened to bring it up. He pursed his lips and was about to repeat the excuse he made that day –

“Wait.” Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and signaled him to stop.

Meng Huan: “What’s wrong?”

“Huan Huan is going to lie.”

Lin Bozhou’s eyes curved up, as if smiling, “Because Huanhuan has closed her ears again.”

Meng Huan: “…………?”

Is this true?

Will you close your ears when you tell a lie?

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou with suspicion, and subconsciously reached out to touch his ears… It seemed that they had really moved back a little bit, like rabbit ears.

Qwq.

Judging from his tone, it seems that he had discovered it a long time ago, but just didn’t point it out. Does this mean that Lin Bozhou has been laughing at himself, like looking at a monkey?

Meng Huan’s back was stiff, and he tried to stop his ears from moving. He said stubbornly, “I didn’t lie. The cup was just dirty. I changed it. There’s nothing in it.”

If Lin Bozhou knew that they were putting aphrodisiacs in Shan Xing to try to make him fall asleep and escape, the three of them would probably die together. Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin did this to help him, and Meng Huan would feel bad if he implicated them.

Meng Huan made up his mind not to admit it.

“Huanhuan doesn’t want to admit it?”

Lin Bozhou’s tone did not contain any blaming intent, but rather a low tone, as if he was chatting normally, even with a hint of doting.

Meng Huan started to play dumb, looking very dizzy: “What are you admitting? I don’t understand~”

Lin Bozhou said slowly: “Even if you admit it, I won’t be angry. I just want to find out the purpose of the person who drugged Huanhuan.”

“Drug?”

Meng Huan looked up at him suddenly and repeated it.

His eyes widened, as if he didn’t hear clearly, but the word “medicine” was enough to make his heart beat wildly. He stuttered and said, “Medicine…what medicine…”

His expression was a mixture of 50% pretending to be stupid and 50% genuine stupidity.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and stopped the topic with an ambiguous tone.

The fact that Meng Huan was angry and ignored people these two days has occupied his mind to some extent. In addition to the busy government affairs, he would be a little absent-minded from time to time. At that time, the romantic young man Shen Qingyu, whose child was three years old, came to congratulate him: “Your Highness, are you very proud recently?”

Lin Bozhou: “How do you know that I am proud?”

“Hahaha, you came to the Meridian Gate half an hour late that day, and everyone knew about it. When I asked Shan Xing, I found out that the prince was so busy doting on the little princess that he almost stopped court.” Shen Qingyu, “Tsk tsk tsk.”

Lin Bozhou was too lazy to pay attention to him. After a while, he said, “He is a little angry with me.”

Shen Qingyun analyzed the reason why the princess was angry: “She was shy! She must be shy! Young people are made of water, especially those who have never experienced anything in life. They are very shy when encountering such things. Your Majesty should understand that although you had a great time touching the princess for the first time, the princess had to suffer a lot, so it is normal for her to have a little temper.”

After listening to this, Lin Bozhou hummed and had some insights.

Meng Huan was angry that he was too reckless that night.

Meng Huan was obviously timid, afraid of pain, psychologically fragile and sensitive, and even a little afraid of people. Even though he took the initiative to propose to him, the process made him very unhappy. He was right to blame himself for feeling uncomfortable, so Lin Bozhou didn’t think much of it. He just wanted to coax him and make him happy.

But now it seems that Meng Huan looked confused and had no idea how their situation started that night. Things seemed to be more complicated than he had imagined.

Lin Bozhou never denied Meng Huan’s hostility towards him. If he wanted to get more, trying to achieve it by sleeping with him was indeed a good idea. It could both give him courage and make him confused.

Therefore, after sleeping, Lin Bozhou gave Meng Huan the title and benefits he deserved. He did everything Meng Huan wanted. But now, he found that the absurd things that happened that night did not seem to be initiated by Meng Huan; seduction was not Meng Huan’s original intention.

Lin Bozhou asked, “Does Huanhuan still remember what happened in the carriage that night?”

Meng Huan looked dazed: “What happened in the carriage? I was drunk and too sleepy at the time. I should have been sleeping. I can’t remember.”

“…”

Lin Bozhou gently closed his lips and said no more.

His eyes were gentle at first, but gradually they took on a hint of coolness and became as calm as an ancient pond.

Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows and eyes are naturally narrow and cold, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned. When he smiles, he looks a little charming, but if the corners of his lips are relaxed, his temperament will instantly become extremely cold.

The atmosphere turned cold, Meng Huan noticed something and looked up: “What’s wrong?”

He thought Lin Bozhou was angry with him.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, looking as if he was thinking. After a moment, he spoke with a half-smile in his tone: “Our Huanhuan seems to have been deceived again.”

Meng Huan: “…”

After all the dishes were served, the servants left one after another. In the face of the dazzling array of food, only Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan were sitting at the table.

Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks, still feeling unhappy: “What do you mean by ‘again’?”

Why didn’t Meng Huan feel like he was being cheated? But according to Lin Bozhou, he seemed to be cheated all the time?

Although he knew that he was smart, Meng Huan didn’t like being treated as a fool, so he curled his lips slightly and said, “Your Majesty, you can just say what you want to say.”

But it’s a bit embarrassing to say the least.

Lin Bozhou rested his hands on the edge of the chair, his eyes and eyebrows were shadowed and quiet. If he told Meng Huan that his friend had drugged him and that he had passionately asked for sex with him in the carriage, would Meng Huan be extremely ashamed and angry, or even bang his head against the pillar in anger?

Huanhuan didn’t really like me in the first place, and she suffered a lot that night. Saying this seemed to make her more reasonable…

——seemingly less like a husband who forced himself on him.

However, this is not something that Lin Bozhou should say.

The real knot in Meng Huan’s heart is that he slept with her. Even if he was the one who seduced her, but knowing this result, will he feel better and even stop blaming himself?

He already hated Lin Bozhou. On the contrary, he would think, you slept with me and said I seduced you, and you did it reluctantly. Aren’t you too noble?

You will also say, “You can’t control yourself when someone seduces you? What kind of man are you?”

“…”

His little Huanhuan is an emotional person with a rather strange way of thinking.

You have to stroke along the fur.

Therefore, it is necessary to clear the grievances, but the truth should never be told by Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou twitched the corners of his lips slightly, put down the wine glass, and looked at him: “I will protect Huanhuan well in the future.”

“…” Meng Huan’s face was full of confusion.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, as if he was smiling, but also as if he wasn’t smiling: “Otherwise, I’m afraid Huanhuan will be sold by someone else in the future, and I’ll have to help others count the money.”

“…” –

The light was dim. Lin Bozhou watched him write for a while, then he started walking towards the bedroom under the light held by the eunuch.

When he reached the door, he happened to meet Shan Xing squatting under the eaves, yawning: “Your Highness has not read for the past two days. Tsk tsk, marrying a beautiful princess does make a man slack, but…”

Shan Xing paused and looked at him, “It seems to me that the prince has not been able to successfully sleep at the princess’s residence?”

“…”

It’s normal. Meng Huan doesn’t let Lin Bozhou touch him now. He gets angry and furious if he is touched.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent, and without saying a word, he stepped onto the white marble steps.

Shan Xing said in a sleepy tone: “I have been waiting here for a long time, waiting to read to the prince. Since the prince doesn’t want to study, why doesn’t he ask someone to take a message?”

“Ah,” Lin Bozhou said softly, “I went to the princess’s courtyard when I returned home, and I forgot.”

Shanxing: “…”

Shan Xing scratched his head. As a guest, he was not angry, so he said, “Okay, if there is nothing else, I will go back to sleep first—”

He waited for Lin Bozhou to say “Go ahead”, but Lin Bozhou was silent for a while and asked inexplicably, “How much do you remember about what happened in the carriage that day?”

“Carriage?” Shan Xing asked, “Your Majesty, are you talking about the day when the princess left the palace?”

Lin Bozhou: “Yeah.”

I’m not sleepy when I mention this mountain trip. The noise in the carriage was really shameless… Oh no, not restrained. He followed the carriage and could hear the princess’s coquettish voice from time to time, hugging Lin Bozhou with dissatisfaction. However, Lin Bozhou, who was always calm and composed, who strictly supervised everything in the mansion, who smiled but hid a knife, was gentle on the outside and strong on the inside, but warm on the outside and cold on the inside, actually kept coaxing Meng Huan with good temper, and even helped Meng Huan pull his collar like coaxing a child, so gentle that there was nothing he could do.

This is something Shanxing has never seen since he was a child.

It only proves that beauty is really a bone-cutting knife.

Because this fact was so outrageous, Shan Xing had repeatedly reflected on it in his mind, so he remembered it very clearly. He said, “I remember it, what’s wrong?”

“How much do you remember?” Lin Bozhou asked again.

Shan Xing glanced at him to confirm: “I remember everything.”

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and hummed, “Then find an opportunity to go to the princess’s courtyard tomorrow and talk about this matter. You don’t have to be too direct. You just need to make the princess realize that he was drugged that day and be very proactive.”

Shan Xing’s face wrinkled into a ball.

How can the prince use the intelligence he has used to deal with court officials to deal with the princess?

Shan Xing: “Why doesn’t the prince go?”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows calmly: “It’s not appropriate for me to say it, Huanhuan will be angry.”

Shan Xing understood immediately and frowned again: “But the princess knows that I am the prince’s man. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for me to go and tell him?”

If it were a struggle in the imperial court, it would be easy for people to think that Shan Xing’s words came from Lin Bozhou’s instruction.

This is the most basic vigilance.

Lin Bozhou looked at him again, seeming reluctant to say it, but had to say: “Huanhuan, I can’t think of so many things, do you understand?”

“……”oh.

Shan Xing nodded, “I understand.”

A brand new morning.

Meng Huan got up and stood in the yard. She had stayed up all night to finish writing the text. The maid was very excited now: “Princess, Princess, we can go fishing in the lotus pond.”

Ah Qing was also happy: “It’s hot now, the fish and shrimp in the pond will soon be fat. I can wash them and stew them with water. The soup will be thick and delicious. I feel greedy just thinking about it!”

Meng Huan was also very happy. He picked up the small net bag and ran out: “Let’s go, let’s go.”

Although there were no mobile phones or computers in ancient times, the lives of the young masters and young ladies in wealthy families were truly like those of gods. Meng Huan ran all the way to the garden pond. The sunlight along the way shone through the treetops onto the ground, casting mottled light and shadows, giving a very summery feeling.

Amidst laughter and joy, they ran to the lotus pond. Meng Huan took off his shoes, lifted his robe, and stepped into the water. He was in such a happy mood.

The other maids caught fish and shrimps, moved stones and dug out crabs. They put them in a dustpan, rinsed off the mud, and then placed them on the shore in shallow water to prevent the fish and shrimps from escaping and being sun-dried to death.

When I touched the sun, I heard a voice behind me: “Princess, are you so happy?”

Meng Huan turned his head and saw Shan Xing standing under the corridor with a smirk on his face.

Meng Huan immediately thought of Lin Bozhou, and his mood suddenly became a little gloomy. He turned around and reached his hand into the river to swim.

These Qingke had really free time. They had no official position and did not have to work. They were supported by Lin Bozhou’s donations, so they would travel around the palace every day, occasionally write a few poems or paint a few pictures, and give them to Lin Bozhou for his appreciation. They lived a very refreshing life.

Shanxing scooped up the fish and said, “Wow! This fish is so fat!”

“…”

The last time Meng Huan saw him was when he put drugs in the cup at the inn, intending to paralyze him like a pig.

Therefore, Meng Huan felt somewhat guilty and was more friendly to him: “There are a lot of fish, why don’t you take two back to eat?”

Shan Xing nodded: “Thank you, Princess.”

“…”

I just said it casually, but you really take it for granted. Meng Huan stopped talking, lowered his head and counted the shrimps, looking bored.

Shan Xing asked, “Princess, how did you feel about leaving the palace the past two days?”

He was probably just making small talk. Meng Huan said, “Not very good.”

“It’s really not good,” Shan Xingchang sighed, “If the prince hadn’t arrived in time that day, I’m afraid-“

He sighed heavily again.

Meng Huan felt a little guilty and thought to himself, yes, if Lin Bozhou hadn’t arrived in time, you would have been married now.

Meng Huan continued to play with the fish and whispered, “Princess?”

Meng Huan: “Hmm?”

“Does the princess know who drugged you that day?”

Meng Huan thought he had heard it wrongly when he heard this out of the blue. He looked up, the sunlight shone into his eyes, and his face turned a little pale.

“What did you say?”

Shan Xing scratched his head, looking distressed: “The prince has been looking for the person who drugged the princess these days, but he hasn’t found out yet.”

Drugged…the princess?

Meng Huan repeated slowly in his mind and asked with certainty, “Are you asking, give me drugs?”

His subtext – Are you sure I’m not drugging you?

Shan Xing looked puzzled. “Princess, have you completely forgotten? At that time, the princess was taken to the carriage by the prince. The effect of the medicine started to take effect on the way. We avoided the main street and took a side road to avoid the princess’s symptoms being seen by outsiders.”

The small fish in Meng Huan’s hand fell into the water with a splash.

Impossible……

How could be?

Shanxing must be joking, right? At that time, there was only a glass of drugged wine, which I clearly poured into the flowers and plants. How could there be Chinese medicine?

Meng Huan’s face twisted, and he asked from the bottom of his heart: “What are you talking about?”

The mountain hike was quiet.

He looked very serious, not joking at all.

“The prince didn’t tell the princess?”

If Lin Bozhou had said this, Meng Huan would not have believed it, but since it was Shan Xing who said this, he began to feel panicked.

There was a feeling of something forgotten slowly flooding into his mind. Meng Huan’s back felt numb, and he suddenly wanted to tell Shan Xing not to say it. I won’t listen.

But Shan Xing has already spoken—

“At that time, the princess was not only drugged, but also drunk. When the prince was taking the princess back to the palace, the effects of the drug took effect, and everyone who was traveling with her knew about it. But the prince thought that this would damage the princess’s reputation, so he told us not to spread the word.”

“The aphrodisiac couldn’t cure it, so the prince carried the princess to the bedroom.”

“These past few days, the prince has been thinking about who drugged the princess. Could it be the young marquis and Mr. Lu? But they are the princess’s friends, right?”

“Who does the princess think it will be?”

“…”

Meng Huan’s mind was blank. Shan Xing talked for a while, and he felt a chill rising from his back, making his head and feet cold.

But… it’s quite far from the truth.

Weird and outrageous.

Meng Huan insisted: “No, I don’t have any Chinese medicine.”

“Ma’am, really…”

“I don’t believe it!” Meng Huan gritted his teeth, “As long as I don’t remember, I don’t have Chinese medicine!”

“…………”

Shan Xing wanted to say something, but he saw Meng Huan throw away the fishing bag and turn around, “I’m going back to the yard.”

When Shan Xing opened his mouth again, Meng Huan had already started on his way back, but his back inexplicably revealed a sense of panic.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

Meng Huan’s heart was beating very fast.

In his impression, he did not take any Chinese medicine, but now, for some reason, his heart was beating so fast, pounding as if it was going to jump out of his chest.

On the one hand, he suspected “what nonsense he was talking about”, but on the other hand, Meng Huan couldn’t help but start to wonder, could it really be… Chinese medicine?

Before he even showed his head, Meng Huan raised his hand.

——Stop.

Impossible, he can’t be using Chinese medicine! Absolutely impossible!

At that time, the only one who had the medicine was Xu Ruolin, and Xu Ruolin was the original owner’s friend, so how could he harm him!

Impossible!

Muttering “impossible”, Meng Huan went into the yard, returned to his bed, and pulled the quilt over his head. He felt a dull heartbeat expanding under the quilt until it enveloped his ears infinitely, blocking out all information.

…I felt inexplicably depressed.

Because he couldn’t be sure whether Xu Ruolin would really not hurt him. This book was full of people who worked hard, schemed, and were two-faced. Why should he trust Xu Ruolin, whom he had only met once?

My heart felt tight.

I thought of Lin Bozhou again.

If he was asked to pick one among this group of people, he even began to be willing to choose him.

Meng Huan really hated this insecure environment.

Not long after he lay there, the maid called him to eat, so he came out to eat. Just as he was feeling a little better after he finished eating, he heard footsteps at the door.

The old man Shan Shu wore a hat and said, “Meet the princess.”

His expression was grim, “It’s time to learn to read.”

“…”

Meng Huan’s eyes went dark.

He closed his eyes and asked himself: Is this a nightmare?

Meng Huan was in a bad mood the whole afternoon.

He couldn’t tell the irritability and throbbing in his heart, which might come from Shan Xing’s words. Anyway, his study state in the afternoon was not good. Meng Huan’s academic performance was not very good. Unlike other people who could concentrate on studying, when he had something on his mind, he would be particularly impetuous.

So Shan Shu’s expression was very unpleasant when he left: “Write half a page for each word, and I will check it tomorrow.”

Meng Huan’s current mood can no longer be described as bad.

I am extremely frustrated! I am extremely irritated!

After dinner he started to finish his homework.

She spread the paper and brush on the table, and wrote word by word until her wrist ached. She wanted to shout, “How dare you! I am the princess! How dare you give me so much homework!”

But when Meng Huan thought of Shan Shu’s serious face, he became afraid.

…Lin Bozhou didn’t come today and couldn’t save him from the dire straits.

…If Lin Bozhou were here, Shan Shu would definitely not dare to scold him, and Lin Bozhou would not let Shan Shu scold him, let alone allow Shan Shu to assign him so much homework. Instead, he would send him away lightly and then teach Meng Huan to write himself.

…I don’t know why, but Meng Huan is very sure.

No one can offend Lin Bozhou’s dignity. He is the patriarch of this feudal family, the top of the power pyramid, and the big brother in everyone’s mind.

--but!

They are all afraid of Lin Bozhou!

But no one is afraid of his wife!

Meng Huan: qwq

Meng Huan was thinking about all sorts of things while working on his homework. He was muttering to himself, and his mind was still confusedly thinking about what Shan Xing said. He was in a really bad mood and was working on his homework frantically with the ink.

I don’t know how long it took, but the maid at the door said, “Princess, it’s midnight.”

Meng Huan seemed to be back in the days when he was urged by the monitor to hand in his homework: “Ahhhhhh, I know you guys are sleeping, I will finish it soon!”

“princess……”

The voice lowered and returned to calm.

The oil lamp on the table was a little dimmer. Meng Huan stood up and fiddled with the wick to make the light more diffuse. When he turned around, he saw a tall figure approaching the table.

Lin Bozhou’s dark hair was down, and he was wearing his jade-white bedtime robe, except for a coat draped over his shoulders. He looked lazy, and it was obvious that he came to see him before going to bed.

He was looking down at the papers on the table, his brows slightly furrowed.

In an instant, Meng Huan felt an extremely complicated feeling in his heart.

“Madam, are you still writing?”

Lin Bozhou’s tone sounded extremely disapproving.

…He is unhappy.

A crying face and four big words flashed through Meng Huan’s mind:

He! Feels! Bad! For! Me!

Maybe he was in a bad mood the whole afternoon, and he started writing after dinner, which made him feel depressed. Because of Lin Bozhou’s words, something in Meng Huan’s heart collapsed, and it fell apart.

He b“t his lower lip and whispered, “Well, there are so many words to write…”

His voice was very soft, and the ending tone was a little unclear, suppressed in his throat, but you could hear the tremor.

Lin Bozhou paused with his fingertips pressing on the manuscript paper and looked up. Meng Huan lowered his head, his eyes were bright but obviously wet. He pursed his lips unconsciously and stood a little awkwardly.

I feel wronged, but I dare not express it.

There was a brief silence, and Lin Bozhou heard something sinking in his heart, and then something rising up. He walked to Meng Huan’s side and looked down at his frustrated face, “If you can’t finish it, then don’t write it. What’s the problem?”

Meng Huan: “Yes, I will be scolded…”

“Who scolded you?”

The ending note is drawn out, and its power over everyone else is self-evident.

Meng Huan didn’t know what to say. He felt that Shan Shu was a good person, but his academic workload was really heavy and he really couldn’t finish it.

Not wanting to say anything bad about Shan Shu, Meng Huan shook his head.

Lin Bozhou knew what he was thinking and gestured, “Go to bed.”

Meng Huan hesitated: “No, words…”

“Don’t write anymore. Tomorrow…” Lin Bozhou’s voice was filled with anger, a rare display of emotion, “I sent someone to tell Shan Shu to go easy on you and not be so strict.”

Meng Huan’s tense nerves suddenly relaxed and he nodded.

A light sigh sounded above his head, with a shallow breath.

Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand, with long knuckles and distinct joints, and stroked the side of his face and gently covered his ears.

He said, “Huanhuan, be good and go to bed. Sleeping late is not good for your health.”

As he said this, Meng Huan felt the thin calluses on his slender fingertips rubbing against his earlobe, causing a faint tingling sensation, like the ripples in his dream a few days ago.

“Boom——”

Meng Huan heard his heart beating violently.

TWENTY FOUR
It seemed that Lin Bozhou just came to see him before going to bed and was about to leave after seeing him.

But when she walked out of the door, she stopped walking and said, “Huanhuan, your husband will be on vacation in a few days. Do you want to go to the hunting ground?”

“Hunting ground?” Meng Huan repeated.

Does it mean a hunting ground with lots of horses, cows, sheep, deer, roe deer, and people roaming around with bows and arrows?

Meng Huan’s mood suddenly improved. Before he nodded, Lin Bozhou smiled and asked, “Are you catching small fish in the mansion alone today?”

Meng Huan licked his lips: “Does the prince know this too?”

“Well,” Lin Bozhou said in a low voice, “Huanhuan feels bored at home, so I will take you out to play, okay?”

There was a seductive hoarseness in his voice.

Meng Huan was stunned and hummed.

After saying that, Lin Bozhou seemed to be going back to sleep. He raised his hand to open the curtain. The eunuch immediately lit a lantern for him, and his figure disappeared outside the yard.

Meng Huan stood there in a daze. The wind felt a little cold on his body. Then he realized that Lin Bozhou wanted to take him out for fun.

To make up for the unpleasantness of going out that day?

He seems to be actually okay with himself.

Inexplicably, the words from the afternoon hike came back to my mind, and the strange feeling I had when I left the palace that day also began to resurface. Meng Huan was the type who would be a little confused and couldn’t remember anything after drinking too much. When he went out with his friends before, it was said that he got drunk and banged his head on the table, which scared his friends.

Meng Huan scratched his head and began to wonder, could it be that he really took the Chinese medicine?

If I took the Chinese medicine, who would have given me the medicine? Xu Ruolin was the only one in the restaurant who had the aphrodisiac, but wasn’t Xu Ruolin a friend of the original owner? Why did he give me the medicine?

Besides, what was his reason for drugging himself?

“…”

Meng Huan supported his head and began to feel pain.

He hated this scheming world where people hurt others for their own benefit.

Meng Huan lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and thought. Before he fell asleep, some images flashed in his mind.

He seemed to see a carriage with wheels inlaid with gold and a saddle woven with silver thread. He stood in front of the carriage with his hands on his hips and said, “Wow, it’s so beautiful…”

Another scene, they were already in the carriage.

The man had a warm and cool sandalwood scent that emanated from his clothes, giving him a distant and indifferent temperament. His scarlet court robe was embroidered with python patterns, and the patterns were colorful and imposing. He looked so high and mighty and untouchable.

If it were Meng Huan in normal times, seeing Lin Bozhou in this civil servant uniform, he would immediately think of the scene where he controlled the government and killed people like crazy, and would stay away from him.


But in the picture, I am sitting in his arms, looking up at him, with the tips of our noses shortened to the extreme, close and intimate, and I can even seem to recall the cool breath of his nose.

“Husband…” The voice was incredibly coquettish.

Meng Huan’s heart trembled, and he turned his face to the side, feeling the kiss he had placed on his lips. Lin Bozhou’s lips were very cold, and his drooping eyes were also cold, as if he was trying to push him away.

But he pressed him hard, moved closer forcefully, tickled him hard and kissed his lips with a rough movement, which made Lin Bozhou seem to let out a soft sigh, and his lips turned slightly red, which looked quite tempting.

“…………”

Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes.

Really!

Firstly, why would I hug him like an erotic Oga and ask for kisses and hugs? Secondly, why would Lin Bozhou be so obedient to let me kiss him?

Wouldn’t he just kick himself out?!

As Meng Huan rubbed his head desperately, trying to dispel this illogical picture, another even more outrageous picture appeared in his mind.

In his dream that day, Lin Bozhou, who had enveloped him like a ball of damp gray fog, was still holding him like the fog, looking down at him.

He said, “Where?”

Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his arms, “Inside.”

After getting the nod, he saw Lin Bozhou’s slender fingers lift his hair back, move his shoulders, and slowly lean forward, and then a pain that made his spine chill emerged in his body.

Cold sweat broke out from his back and flowed down his forehead. Meng Huan seemed to be clearly aware of something.

……No way.

But this time, the voice of denial in Meng Huan’s heart was not as certain as before… because everything was quite familiar, pressing in his mind, and pouring out with the memories of his body, clear and real.

Meng Huan rubbed his head desperately.

He rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, until the hair on his head became slightly disheveled and a strand of it stood up.

Meng Huan showed an expression of confusion mixed with shame –

Before going out hunting with Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan first moved from the courtyard to the main palace where the queen lived, and then performed a series of tedious activities and finally completed the ceremony.

It was a sunny day on a holiday. The inner city of the capital was quite a distance away from the outer city. Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the palace was unusually relaxed and cheerful.

Meng Huan walked to the door and saw Shan Xing, dressed lightly, carrying a bow and arrow, standing lazily.

He saw Meng Huan: “Greetings, Princess.”

Meng Huan: “Are you going hunting too?”

“Of course, there are not only villains, but also many people accompanying them.”

Meng Huan looked and saw that, as expected, when Lin Bozhou went out to play, the scene was terrifyingly grand. The male servants were responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation, the guards were responsible for his safety, and the guests were responsible for reading poems and painting to entertain him. A large group of people were already waiting.

It is indeed the display of a powerful person.

When Meng Huan was stunned, he noticed the black bow that Shan Xing was carrying: “Are you going to use this later?”

Shan Xing simply said, “For your use, Your Majesty.”

“Then why did he carry you on his back?” Just as he was about to say something, Meng Huan nodded steadily. Yeah, I forgot about this damn hierarchy again.

“The prince is a wolf raised in the northern grasslands. In recent years, he has dealt with many civil officials in the court and seems to have a lot of literary temperament. But when the prince was still the prince in Guzhou, he often took his yellow dog to the jungle to hunt, and his arrows never missed their targets,” Shan Xing smiled at Meng Huan, “Princess, you can take a look at the prince’s archery skills later. You will definitely be fascinated by him.”

“……”Is it that powerful?

As they were chatting, a voice came from behind: “The prince has arrived.”

Meng Huan wanted to turn around, but a hand gently held his shoulder.

A tall shadow fell beside him, accompanied by a faint voice: “Okay, no need to be polite.”

He turned around and saw that Lin Bozhou was no longer wearing his previous plain clothes. Instead, he had changed into a neat and clean travel outfit, with leather armor tied around his wrists and shoulders, and his hair tied up with a jade hairpin. Compared to his previous elegant appearance but crazy heart, he looked more capable and murderous.

Meng Huan was inexplicably stunned.

The original book says that those who are truly at the top of the power pyramid are both civil and military. Those who are only civil can only be counselors, and those who are only military can only be generals. However, Lin Bozhou can check and balance the ministers in the government, and lead troops to kill the enemy outside. He is a perfectly qualified person in power.

For example, in the book, when he later conquered the original owner who was recruiting soldiers in Jianzhou Guard, he led the army personally.

Meng Huanxin thought, it was a good thing that he didn’t take the path of assassinating Lin Bozhou.

I guess the knife wasn’t even about to fall before someone snatched it away and killed him.

But thinking of this, Meng Huan felt a little emotional:

——What use am I?

“Are all the people here?” Lin Bozhou said, “If they are, let’s set off.”

Chen An replied: “Your Majesty, Captain Luo has not arrived yet.”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and frowned impatiently. Just when he was about to scold, several figures hurriedly came from the end, leading a light white horse and sweating profusely.

The young man in the lead was tall and straight, with a bit of the bright and wild look of a martial artist. He clenched the whip, sweat rolled down his forehead, and said in front of Lin Bozhou, sweating profusely, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Meng Yafeng and Bin Huan recognized him first.

This was the son of the governor of the Beijing Army whom he had met the night he first entered the book, Luo Juan. He entered the officialdom through imperial favor and became a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard at a young age – well, now he was in charge of leading Lin Bozhou’s horse.

Luo Juan patted the horse’s butt with his big hand and said, “This is the strongest Ferghana horse brought by the Imperial Household Department. Alas, the weather is hot and I am exhausted.”

Lin Bozhou said in a soothing tone: “Why don’t you come here on horseback?”

“Forget it,” Luo Juan said, “My father will scold me for being unruly.” He noticed Meng Huan and raised his hand, “Greetings, Princess.”

“…”

For some reason, Meng Huan’s social phobia started to flare up when he saw a big muscular man.

Then, subconsciously, he took a step behind Lin Bozhou.

He stuck his head out and looked around, not knowing what to say.

Lin Bozhou’s lips curled up slightly, and he gently blocked him with his hand, changing the subject: “Huanhuan, take a look, what do you think of this horse?”

Horses are an important part of the cavalry and belong to military supplies. They are equivalent to weapons on the battlefield. Lin Bozhou’s tone was like a player admiring a beautiful victory he had just achieved, and he also sent a copy to his boyfriend.

Meng Huan looked at the horse. Its white body was slightly pink, probably because of the exercise just now, its blood vessels were dilated, and the red of blood was faintly seeping out from under its white skin. Its muscles were clearly defined, its shoulders were taller than those of an adult man, and its posture was vigorous and majestic.

Luo Juan spoke nonstop: “This is a Ferghana horse presented by the Shi Kingdom. It has a pure bloodline. There are only five of them in the entire capital. It can leap several feet high and is as tall as a shoulder—”

Meng Huan said from the bottom of his heart: “How cute.”

“?”

Luo Juan stopped talking.

It was the first time Meng Huan saw a horse. He looked it up and down and couldn’t help wanting to touch it, but he was afraid of being kicked by the horse. He looked at Lin Bozhou with bright eyes: “This horse is so cute!”

Luo Juan: “???”

He wanted to say: Wait a minute, Princess, we usually call horses companions.

They are part of the battlefield.

Please don’t tarnish our soldiers with the word cute.

Lin Bozhou’s eyes dimmed, he lowered his head, the corners of his lips inexplicably raised, and he muttered to himself as if giving up: “Okay, cute is cute…”

Meng Huan didn’t understand what they meant, so he was quite excited: “Can I touch it?”

“Can.”

Meng Huan stretched out his hand tentatively, then immediately retracted it, hesitating: “Will it kick me?”

This big hoof, can it kick me to death with just one kick?

“Maybe,” Lin Bozhou said in a low voice, “Spiritual horses are usually violent and cannot be tamed easily.”

“oh,”

Meng Huan gave up with regret, “Then I’d better——”

Without saying “don’t touch”, Lin Bozhou took a step forward, grasped the reins with his bony fingers, and pulled the horse’s head to the side. This noble and unusual horse, after being pulled by him, seemed unusually docile and paced in place.

“I took this horse hunting during the spring outing. I tamed it then and it recognized me.” Lin Bozhou spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. “Huanhuan, come here, I will lead the horse for you.”

Meng Huan stood there in a daze.

His sense of hierarchy was much weaker than that of the people here, but he noticed the tense atmosphere around him and roughly understood that Lin Bozhou’s helping him to hold the horse was a matter of great respect.

Meng Huan licked his lips: “This is inappropriate…”

“Come here.” Lin Bozhou didn’t care.

Meng Huan approached nervously, and he took his hand and stretched it towards the forehead of the horse.

Lin Bozhou’s hands were not so cold anymore, his palms were slightly hot, he hooked Meng Huan’s fingertips, slightly folded his palms to protect his hands, and slowly placed them on the horse’s head.

The thick bristles feel a bit rough to the touch.

But what was even more obvious was the heat from the back of his hand, which penetrated along the skin into the bone marrow, making Meng Huan’s entire hand feel as if it had been electrified, soft and numb, and without strength.

Lin Bozhou leaned behind him and said in a pleasant voice: “Do you like it?”

The bass sound with a slight vibration in the chest hit the eardrum, making Meng Huan’s back stiffen. Somehow, the scene he saw in his dream that night came to his mind again.

…For some reason, my heart seemed to have shrunk so small and felt so cramped.

Meng Huan stared at the horse with a red face.

Lin Bozhou looked at him with a happy expression.

Luo Juan, who was behind them, frowned and nudged Shan Xing beside him: “Did you feel it?”

Shan Xing: “I feel it.”

“How long has this situation lasted, Your Majesty?”

Shan Xing touched his chin: “It’s been a while.”

“Tsk.” Luo Juan frowned, “I really can’t stand watching these love-related things.”

Shan Xing smiled, and with a hint of emotion in his expression, “That’s a good thing, too.”

Their prince seemed to have some humanity.

Luo Juan packed up and said, “Let’s go and see the prince go hunting.”

TWENTY FIVE
The hunting ground is more than ten miles away from the outer city, which is a long way off.

Meng Huan didn’t know how to ride a horse, so he climbed into the carriage. Just as he sat down, he saw two fingers lift up the curtain, and Lin Bozhou lowered his head and stepped in with his shoes on the pedals.

Meng Huan looked at him: “Your Majesty, don’t you ride a horse?”

“I’ll ride to the outer city. There are too many people here, and it’s not convenient.”

Shan Xing added: “First, it is easy to encounter assassins, and second, it disturbs the people. When the prince is in the inner city, he mostly rides in a carriage.”

“Oh.” Meng Huan had no choice but to give him half of his seat.

After sitting down, the two looked at each other.

Maybe it was because they were too intimate when touching the horse just now, Meng Huan always felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and he couldn’t help but think of the inexplicable fantasy about the carriage that night…

Weird, think about it again.

“…”

As he was thinking about it, Meng Huan turned his head to the other side.

Damn, really shameful.

The carriage and horses headed all the way to the hunting ground outside the city. The streets along the way were bustling. After arriving at the outer city, Lin Bozhou changed to riding a horse. He fastened the saddle and jumped onto the horse swiftly, reining in the colt, looking heroic.

The scenery outside the city is beautiful. Meng Huan once learned an article called “A Trip to Manjing”, in which “people drinking tea from the spring, people singing with jars, people dressed in red and wearing lame clothes” can be seen everywhere in the streams and woods outside the city, giving off a lively atmosphere of an outing on a holiday.

“Your Majesty, I just thought of a regulated verse that can sing praises of this landscape!”

“Your Majesty, I have thought of one too!”

“…”

Meng Huan turned his head and found that some scholars were competing to recite poems and compose essays.

This was an elegant form of entertainment for the ancients, traveling and writing poetry. Many literati were keen on traveling with their entertainers, but Lin Bozhou did not like frivolous and dissolute behavior. They were generally more serious and only wrote poetry.

For example, the original owner was very talented. He could write eight-legged essays and compose poems, but the poems he wrote were all scolding Lin Bozhou, which made Lin Bozhou get furious every time he read them and fight with him more fiercely.


Along the way, Meng Huan didn’t quite understand the poems and songs that the guests recited one after another, but he liked the happy atmosphere. He leaned his head against the window frame to look at the poets, and nodded from time to time like a chicken pecking at rice.

Good poem, good poem!

Everybody is so cultured!

Meng Huan particularly likes people who are good at reading.

When the guests heard Meng Huan’s applause, they turned around and asked, “Does the princess like poetry or lyrics?”

“Students can compose a few poems for the princess.”

“The student thought of a song about beauty to complement the princess’s appearance!”

“…………”

Meng Huan felt a little embarrassed by such enthusiasm, and turned to look at Lin Bozhou.

——I don’t know why, but when he has no idea what to do, he subconsciously likes to look at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou laughed and said, “Huanhuan can listen to it. If you like it, ask someone to copy it down.”

After getting Lin Bozhou’s approval, the scholar immediately began to recite the poem in a clear and loud voice. The poem was written in very plain language, probably taking into account Meng Huan’s cultural level.

——Smart people have already realized that pleasing the princess and the prince will make them happy!

The unintelligent scholar is still racking his brains to come up with landscape poetry!

Meng Huan was at a loss, while Lin Bozhou smiled, squinted his eyes, and pulled the reins lazily: “As long as the princess is happy.”

The atmosphere was harmonious along the way. Some people were reciting poems, while others were telling jokes. After understanding Lin Bozhou’s intentions, they all surrounded Meng Huan, talking, singing, and making Meng Huan laugh.

When we reached a valley, we heard some movement ahead.

Lin Bozhou pulled the reins of the horse, and the horse neighed continuously.

“What’s wrong?”

The view inside the carriage was obstructed, so Meng Huan couldn’t see anything. When he tilted his head slightly, he heard a scolding: “Lin Bozhou, Lin Bozhou, you still have the mood to travel! Now the imperial court is in chaos, and if the clan is finished, the consequences will be yours!”

An angry male voice.

The crowd suddenly fell into chaos.

Everyone looked at each other: “This…” “What’s going on?” “Who is this person?”

The voice continued:

“You killed my father, and sooner or later you will die a miserable death!”

“You deserve to have eye problems! You deserve to be blind! You deserve it! You deserve it!” This person obviously doesn’t even want to live anymore. He only curses people in the most vicious way, simply to vent his anger.

The focus of the topic gradually turned to Lin Bozhou in fear. “Your Majesty…”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids, his eyes unfocused, and looked calmly at the person who spoke.

The man was dressed in mourning. After he finished cursing, he let out a scream. It seemed that he was dragged to the ground by a clamp and the soil was bitten by his mouth.

Lin Bozhou held the reins in his hands and occasionally tapped the side of his leg with the whip. He showed no anger and said calmly: “You humiliated the royal family in public. You should be sent to the government for punishment.”

The guards escorted the man who suddenly appeared away.

The storm suddenly subsided, as if no one had been there just now.

Lin Bozhou had offended too many people, and he was stopped and scolded on the road before. He said, “Keep writing poetry, don’t worry about it.”

After Lin Bozhou finished speaking, the guests stuttered a few times and continued to recite the poem.

——It’s just that the atmosphere is still not as lively as before.

Meng Huan was putting up the door curtain, how could he not understand.

Lin Bozhou’s biggest pain is his eyes. Perhaps the only thing that can stir up some waves in his emotions is this pair of eyes that are constantly repaired. When he was young, he fell off a horse and his eyes bled. He was blind for several months at that time. For a long time, some people thought he would never see again. Later, he regained his sight. No matter how deep the night is, Lin Bozhou would light a lamp.

Although he never said it, he cared about these eyes that could be damaged at any time.

People in this world are very strange. When they attack others, they often attack their painful points.

In the original book, Lin Bozhou’s political enemies could not defeat him, nor could they take back the power from him, so they had to give him the nickname “Blind Prince” and used it to mock him from time to time.

The original owner often ridiculed him for being a blind man, which made Lin Bozhou’s bright and handsome appearance shredded, revealing his madness underneath. Although she clearly had feelings for him, they could not help killing each other.

…I think so.

I went out for fun in a happy mood, but was suddenly scolded by someone. It felt a bit unfair.

Meng Huan lowered the curtain and returned to the carriage and sat down.

Even though Lin Bozhou told the group of people lightly that it was okay to continue, they all knew that he was in no mood, and the atmosphere became silent and awkward.

Meng Huan had nothing to do in this atmosphere, so he had to stay there.

When they arrived at a post house on the shady lakeshore, he ordered the team to rest temporarily. Someone immediately provided Lin Bozhou with a seat and brought him tea and snacks.

“Princess, would you like to get off the carriage and rest?”

Hearing the servant’s question, Meng Huan nodded and sat next to Lin Bozhou.

As he sat down, Meng Huan looked at his face secretly but carefully.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and drank tea, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.

“…”

Meng Huan curled his lips unconsciously and sighed in his heart.

Why.

What I hate most is people hiding what they have suffered.

Although Meng Huan had different political views from him, he also felt that attacking the eyes was not good. When he was sitting there thinking about how to comfort him, Lin Bozhou spoke first: “Do you want some snacks?”

“Ah?” Meng Huan looked up.

“I brought some refreshments. Bring them up.” Lin Bozhou looked at him with his dark eyes. “It’s cool in the pavilion. You can sit for a while. We’ll set off after Huanhuan has had enough.”

After saying this, the servant brought some tea and snacks and placed them on the stone table.

Meng Huan picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. A few crumbs got on his fingers and the taste was sweet on the tip of his tongue.

His mind moved extremely slowly, and after thinking for a while he said, “Your Majesty, can I tell you a joke?”

“Hmm?” Lin Bozhou turned his eyes away.

Meng Huan felt so embarrassed. Why did he suddenly bring up this topic? But he gritted his teeth and said the first sentence without feeling embarrassed: “There was a man standing under the window singing to the girl he liked. The girl threw a flower down, but the man’s head was injured. Your Majesty, guess why?”

It was quiet for a while.

An extremely naïve question.

Lin Bozhou didn’t ignore him. Instead, he seemed to think for a while before saying, “I can’t guess. Huanhuan, tell me.”

Before Meng Huan could finish her words, she smiled first, showing her small white teeth, “Because the girl forgot to take the flowers out of the pot.”

“…”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Pfft——” Shan Xing beside him suddenly laughed out loud.

Lin Bozhou looked at him.

Shan Xing laughed and said, “Your Majesty, this is funny.”

“…”

Lin Bozhou’s lips moved slightly, he lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Huan again.

Meng Huan realized that he not only didn’t find it funny, but also a little awkward. He took a bite of the sweet cake and said, “Well, I have another joke. A drunk man accidentally fell from the third floor, attracting the police, no, the constables, who gathered around and asked him what was going on – Your Majesty, do you know what the drunk said?”

Lin Bozhou’s eyes darkened, and he said patiently: “I don’t know, Huanhuan will tell me later.”

Meng Huan felt awkward but also funny: “The drunk said: I don’t know! I just got here too.”

“…………”

Lin Bozhou opened his lips and uttered an ambiguous “hmm”.

Beside him, Shan Xing laughed again, “Your Majesty, this is also funny.”

“…”

Luo Juan frowned his heroic brows, glanced at him, then looked at Lin Bozhou who had a calm expression. The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and it was obvious that he felt the same as Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan finally finished telling the joke and laughed happily. After that, he found that Lin Bozhou had a dull expression, as if he simply felt that the joke was too dull and his mood did not improve.

“…”

Meng Huan suppressed his smile, his ears turned a little red, and he lowered his head to stuff the small candy cake with teeth marks on it into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at Lin Bozhou nervously.

It seems that he is really not in a good mood.

I’ve tried to coax him, but he’s still not happy.

In this case, Meng Huan licked his lips and simply played a straight ball: “Prince, please smile.”

“Hmm?” Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

A few wisps of wind blew in from the pavilion, blowing away the hair on Meng Huan’s forehead, revealing his fair and clean forehead. His eyes were bright, and he looked at Lin Bozhou and said seriously:

“If you laugh, you will forget what happened just now. Sometimes, having a good memory is not a good thing.”

It was as if something was slowly loosening up.

Facing the bright eyes, Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly, “Really?”