THIRTY ONE
Lin Bozhou suffered from eye disease when he was young and took medicine for more than ten years. Perhaps because the eye disease still recurred from time to time, he had a complicated attitude towards taking medicine.
I always feel like the disease cannot be cured, and taking medicine seems to be just a process.
Lin Bozhou said gloomily, “Put it down.”
You Jin insisted on standing: “Your Majesty, if I leave now, I’m afraid that Your Majesty will pour the medicine into the flowerpot.”
Lin Bozhou: “I drink.”
“Drink it now. Your Majesty has a bad spleen and stomach. You have to drink the medicine first and then eat.”
No matter how high-ranking and powerful Lin Bozhou was, his food, clothing, housing and transportation had to be measured according to You Jin’s yardstick.
Lin Bozhou tilted his head and gave him a look that was neither light nor heavy, with an ambiguous meaning: “I have already married, why are you still managing me like a child?”
“…………”
Hearing this, Meng Huan, who was originally just watching the fun and waiting for the two of them to quarrel, suddenly felt the pressure coming upon him.
Is this Lin Bozhou’s language art?
Meng Huan said “oh”.
Then she picked up the medicine bowl, brought it to Lin Bozhou, and performed her duties as a wife: “My Lord, it’s time to take the medicine.”
When I said this, I couldn’t help but think of that cliché.
“…”
Lin Bozhou suddenly calmed down a bit, not so rebellious anymore. He put his finger on the bowl and touched it gently, saying, “It’s hot.”
Meng Huan felt it and said, “It’s not hot.”
“…” Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, his eyes nonchalant, “It’s just burned.”
Maybe he is more valuable.
Meng Huan imitated what she saw on TV, scooped a spoonful of the medicine soup, blew it on it to cool it down, and then handed it to Lin Bozhou, coaxing him like a child: “It’s not hot now, you can drink it~”
The tail note is slightly lifted and sweet.
“Thank you for your hard work, Huanhuan.” Lin Bozhou smiled and bowed his head.
When he drank the medicine, the bitter taste made his brows frown tightly, and his eyebrows kept drooping down, but he still drank it, and it seemed quite sweet to him.
Meng Huan was very happy to see that he cooperated, and he fed him the medicine carefully.
——It’s nice to experience the feeling of taking care of others occasionally.
They fed the princess medicine one mouthful at a time, and then fed her porridge one mouthful at a time. You Jin couldn’t stop laughing as he watched from the side. He always felt that their prince was a wicked prince who always liked to tease the princess.
Oh my, my girlish heart is coming out.
After finally taking the medicine and eating the meal, Lin Bozhou half-lay on the bed, his complexion restored and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Meng Huan was ready to run away: “Your Majesty, please have a good rest. I won’t disturb you.”
Lin Bozhou didn’t seem to want him to leave, but he suddenly asked, “Is the Marquis of Zhenguan coming soon?”
You Jin lowered his head and said, “Yes, I have sent you a visiting card and will be here soon.”
“They probably thought that I was awake,” Lin Bozhou tilted his head, “Someone, change clothes.”
Meng Huan was a little confused and asked, “Marquis of Zhenguan?”
“Huanhuan doesn’t like that young marquis,” Lin Bozhou put his hands into the sleeves of his casual clothes and said, “His father will be here soon.”
Meng Huan had been planning to return to the palace, but after hearing this, she decided to wait and see what would happen to Xu Ruolin, so she sat next to Lin Bozhou for a while. The wait wasn’t long, as Shan Xing hurried in, “Your Majesty, he’s here, carrying a stretcher. He broke the legs of the young Marquis Xu Ruolin, and brought him to the palace to apologize. He’s now dumped in the front yard.”
Break your legs?
Is it so cruel?! Did your own father beat you?!
Meng Huan stood up and turned to Lin Bozhou with his eyes wide open.
Lin Bozhou hasn’t been convicted yet, but the father has already broken the child’s legs. This is too cruel. Is he really that angry?
Lin Bozhou looked calm and composed, regaining his usual composure. Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: “As expected of a Zhenguan Marquis who once held military power, you should act decisively. This way, I won’t be able to pursue the matter any further.”
“…”
Meng Huan suddenly understood.
I said “oh” in my heart, it turned out that this was to calm Lin Bozhou’s anger so as not to offend him.
The ruthless people in the political and political literature are not deceiving me.
“Do you want to let Marquis Zhenguan in?” Shan Xing asked.
Lin Bozhou hummed: “It is not convenient for the prince to get up, let him come over.”
Hearing this, Meng Huan knew it was time to leave. When Lin Bozhou talked to people, he was always very conscious and would leave without waiting for anyone to remind him.
Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou called him from behind: “Marquis Zhenguan came here to apologize, why doesn’t Huanhuan stay?”
Meng Huan actually felt that having his leg broken was enough, and he didn’t want to communicate any more with his ruthless father who judged the situation: “Xu Ruolin’s broken leg counts as an apology. I don’t want to hear anything else.”
After saying that, Meng Huan walked out of the bedroom.
His back was thin and his shadow was long.
The hall was quiet for a while, and Shan Xing said, “The princess doesn’t seem to like cruel people.”
Lin Bozhou tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers and asked, “Am I cruel and ruthless?”
Shanxing: “…”
He was silent for a while: “Your Majesty, I dare not say it either.”
Lin Bozhou sneered.
He closed his eyes and said, “Let the Marquis of Zhenguan come in.”
A middle-aged man with a tall and strong body, imposing and strong physique hurried in from the palace gate.
When he just passed Meng Huan, he looked at the other person and guessed that this was Xu Ruolin’s father.
Xu Ruolin was born to the most beloved wife of Marquis Zhenguan. The wife was delicate and weak, and her son was as handsome and weak as his mother, with a spoiled personality.
Meng Huan walked around the bedroom several times, and couldn’t help but walked towards the stretcher where Xu Ruolin was lying paralyzed.
He asked several servants to watch over him. He lay on a stretcher, his legs limp and powerless, his hair disheveled, and half of his body slightly propped up as he stared at Meng Huan with red eyes.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
Meng Huan knew he would have to face his hostility, “General.”
Xu Ruolin sneered: “Don’t be too happy too soon. My father is a great general. He knows how to break my legs, and he also knows how to make my legs grow longer.”
Meng Huan sat down next to him, silent.
“If a person’s body is damaged, it can grow back, but if a person’s ambition is damaged, the person is ruined.” Xu Ruolin still talked to himself.
Meng Huan: “Are you implying something about me?”
“Right!” Xu Ruolin said, “I thought you would become a hero after entering the palace, but you turned out to be a cowardly villain!”
Meng Huan turned his head and said, “I have already refuted your double standard dog. You drugged me, which is not a gentleman’s behavior, so your accusation against me is untenable.”
“Bah! You can’t stand it! You went from being a male concubine to a princess, Meng Huan, I don’t know how many times you have flattered Lin Bozhou!” Xu Ruolin murmured, “You betrayed us.”
Meng Huan originally had no thoughts about his accusations, but when he heard the word betrayal, waves of emotion surged.
He was a little worried that he would not be able to fulfill the original owner’s ambitions. After all, if occupying this body went completely against his will, it would seem like a betrayal.
Meng Huan thought for a moment and said, “Can I ask you a question?”
“explain.”
“Why are you so determined to kill Lin Bozhou?”
“What do you think?” Xu Ruolin repeated as if he had repeated it countless times, “The emperor is manipulated by him, the government is controlled by him alone, the appointment and dismissal of officials are entirely based on his personal likes and dislikes, he alone controls the national finances, and the allocation of money and matters are all based on his ideas. He is a power-hungry person!”
Meng Huan was overwhelmed by an indescribable emotion.
He was also educated and knew what this was.
The terms “dictator, tyrant and power-hungry” are derogatory and they are not good people.
Lin Bozhou was a minister, his position was higher than that of the emperor, and he disrupted the relationship between the emperor and his subjects.
That’s why so many people insulted Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou really attracted too much attention.
Meng Huan couldn’t help but feel a little confused: “So what he did was a bad thing?”
“Of course it’s a bad thing. He has great power and our necks are hanging on his head. He can kill us at any time. We live in fear!”
Meng Huan frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.
He put his knuckles against his temple and pressed hard.
Then he asked tentatively: “Is it good or bad for the common people?”
Xu Ruolin was silent for a while.
He looked at Meng Huan with a look of surprise, as if he was looking at a lunatic.
Then he said, “Why are you looking at the common people? We work for the emperor, we should look at the emperor! As long as Lin Bozhou is alive, the emperor will never wake up! The emperor was deceived by him and can’t tell the difference between loyal and treacherous ministers. How can you not tell them apart?”
“…”
Meng Huan frowned, looking painful.
No, after studying for so many years, Meng Huan only remembers to serve the people, and can only judge Lin Bozhou from this aspect.
Xu Ruolin sneered: “You have been corrupted by the life in this palace. Look, how rich and luxurious the regent is. He even personally took you to the hunting ground to hunt. You are so favored.”
Speaking of this, Meng Huan asked: “Why did you appear in that temple that day?”
It’s very strange. That was the Regent’s private estate, and the temple was not a famous tourist attraction. Why did I meet Xu Ruolin by chance that day?
Xu Ruolin: “What do you think? Of course it was to scout the area for assassination.” He admitted it readily, and then stared into Meng Huan’s eyes seriously. “I have never treated you as an outsider. If you tell Lin Bozhou about these things, we will die together.”
Meng Huan: “…I know.”
Xu Ruolin turned her head and looked to the other side: “Don’t be so naïve. Lin Bozhou was happy and rewarded you with being the princess for two days, but up to now, he hasn’t even brought your father back from Fengxiang. What is this princess?”
“…”
In fact, Meng Huan didn’t care much about the position of princess, but after hearing what Xu Ruolin said, she seemed to feel a little touched.
Yes, he still hasn’t figured out the basis of his relationship with Lin Bozhou.
Meng Huan sat with his knees hugged and his head supported, looking around this Regent’s Palace that did not belong to him.
He didn’t plan to talk to Xu Ruolin any more, so he stood up, patted his butt and was about to leave, but a voice came from behind him.
“As for you, if you can kill Lin Bozhou, then kill him. If you can’t, then quickly think of a way to protect yourself. If Lin Bozhou is overthrown, there will be no one left alive in this palace.”
“I tell you, Lin Bozhou will definitely die.”
Meng Huan paused and looked back at him.
Xu Ruolin spoke again: “The emperor is thirteen years old. After the new year, he will be fourteen. It is time for him to rule the country. The beginning of next year will be the capital inspection. We plan to pull Lin Bozhou down in the next six months at all costs.”
Meng Huan looked up in confusion: “Beijing inspection?”
Xu Ruolin’s face was full of surprise, and his voice suddenly rose: “What happened to you in the palace? The imperial inspection! The imperial inspection is held every six years! It involves the appointment and promotion of all officials in the capital. This is a great opportunity to bring down the Lin Party! Have you forgotten?!”
“…” Meng Huan looked around and made sure that Lin Bozhou was not there.
Xu Ruolin in front of him was like a hippopotamus with its mouth wide open, spitting saliva, and speaking trash to him——
“You don’t understand this? You don’t understand this? You don’t understand this?”
Meng Huan’s ears hurt from his yelling. He lowered his head and twisted his fingers hard.
He knows shit, he knows.
…I am speechless.
Would a normal 18-year-old male college student understand the two words “Jingcha”?
Besides, he doesn’t use his brain when reading.
Meng Huan was very ashamed.
Xu Ruolin was tired of yelling, and he punched the ground hard, muttering to himself: “Lin Bozhou caused my father to break my legs. I have already thought about how to deal with his body.”
Meng Huan saw him gritting his teeth.
“Wait until he is dragged off his horse, chop his body into pieces, hang his head at the city gate, and feed the meat to the dogs.” Xu Ruolin’s eyes were red, “I hate him so much.”
Meng Huan shook his head and stood up.
He had something in his mind that he didn’t say.
——If I had to choose a winner between Lin Bozhou and Xu Ruolin, Meng Huan would choose Lin Bozhou using his feet.
As for Xu Ruolin, I wish you the best.
Late at night, a cool breeze blew across the courtyard, disrupting the shadows of the flowers and shining on the stone table in the middle.
There were many wine bottles on the table, some upside down and some upright.
Meng Huan was lying on the table, his face flushed, a bottle of wine in his hand, and his eyelids were so drunk that he could hardly open them.
He had nothing to do tonight and for some reason he began to ruminate on what Xu Ruolin had said.
Originally, after entering the book, Meng Huan thought that he could just give in to save his own life, but now he was really a little worried. The court would be in turmoil, Lin Bozhou’s identity was changing, and his own life safety was also in jeopardy at any time.
He felt a little melancholy, thinking that he didn’t understand anything, didn’t know how to save himself, and didn’t know what to do next.
Meng Huan poured another sip of wine into his mouth.
——The bitter wine makes my throat ache.
As he drank, Meng Huan rested his forehead heavily on the stone table, his eyelids felt hot, and he exhaled a soft breath of alcohol.
Woo woo woo, I want to go home.
Outside the pavilion, You Jin’s voice rang out: “Princess.”
Meng Huan looked at it in a daze: “Huh?”
“Why is the princess drinking here alone?” You Jin was a little puzzled.
As soon as he saw him, Meng Huan guessed that it was Lin Bozhou who summoned him.
Meng Huan asked: “Is the prince looking for me?”
You Jin nodded: “Yes, the prince has a headache, and he wants the princess to come over to talk and stay overnight.”
For the first time, Meng Huan shook his head: “I don’t want to go anymore.”
The young man curled his lips downwards and started to act stubbornly: “I’m in a bad mood, I want to be free, I won’t serve anyone today.”
THIRTY TWO
The cool breeze blowing through the pavilion makes the atmosphere seem particularly quiet.
As he said this, the boy’s cheeks flushed and his tone was persistent, as if he had suffered some terrible injustice in the past and wanted to vent it all at once today.
You Jin looked surprised: “Princess——”
Meng Huan took a deep breath and said, “Don’t call me princess. Today, call me by my name.”
His words revealed his annoyance with the word “Princess”.
You Jin and the maid Feng Zhi exchanged glances and did not try to dissuade him. You Jin just quietly stepped back and walked towards Lin Bozhou’s bedroom.
Meng Huan couldn’t explain why he was in a bad mood. He felt that he didn’t belong in this world of power struggles. He had always been a careless intruder, like a lamb into a pack of wolves. Everyone in the pack was wearing sheep’s clothing, making it difficult for him to tell who was his true partner. When he tried his best to find them, everyone just gave up.
Meng Huan was a little lamb all alone, so it was easy for him to feel lost.
If he lived in ancient times as a humble family, he could barely survive by relying on his own efforts, but now he is a marquis in the palace. He has to establish connections with the people who influence the development of this world and live with his head held high. Especially after being constantly tense, he begins to feel exhausted.
Meng Huan rested his forehead against the cold stone wall, and his eyelids seemed to be stained with wine.
He was intoxicated until he felt someone lift him up, put him on a sedan chair, and then fall into a soft blanket.
“Your Majesty.”
“Get a basin of hot water, and go down.”
“yes.”
Meng Huan was buried in the quilt when he felt something soft, wet and warm brushing his cheek. It had a faint fragrance and felt very comfortable against his face. When he was about to wipe his face with a handkerchief and move away, he raised his hand and held it tightly.
The wrist holding the handkerchief was thin and strong. It paused and saw Meng Huan looking like a puffer fish. His shallow breathing turned into heavy breathing like suffocation. Then, the whole handkerchief was covered with the shape of his facial features.
“…”
Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips, as if he was amused.
He took away the handkerchief. Meng Huan closed his eyes and searched anxiously: “Wipe it again.”
Lin Bozhou’s legs were not convenient for him, so he just sat on the edge of the bed. Wen rinsed the handkerchief again, then moved closer and carefully stroked his eyebrows.
The boy’s face was obviously cold from drinking, so he liked to use something hot. When he wiped his face, he tilted his head and rubbed it gently in his palm like a kitten.
When she was happy, she showed a slightly red nose tip and her eyelids were red after drinking, making her look like she had just cried.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, threw the handkerchief back into the water, and began to wipe his paws.
When he finished everything and put the handkerchief back into the basin, he suddenly raised his head and saw that Meng Huan had opened his eyes at some point, and those moist and shining eyes were looking straight at him.
Lin Bozhou: “Is Huanhuan sober now?”
Meng Huan shook his head solemnly, slowly moved forward, and blew a breath in front of him: “Have I drunk alcohol?”
“……”A strong smell of alcohol.
Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could say anything, Meng Huan curled his lips and muttered inexplicably, “I’m in a bad mood.”
He folded his hands, his lips slightly puffed, and looked like a sulky child.
Lin Bozhou briefly thought about what he had seen and heard today and asked, “Why are you in a bad mood?”
“I’m not happy.” With a slight crying voice.
Lin Bozhou’s heart seemed to be scratched, but he remained patient and said, “Why are you unhappy?”
Meng Huan seemed to think for a few seconds, then said sullenly: “I’m in a bad mood.”
Talking in circles.
Lin Bozhou inexplicably raised the corners of his lips and smiled again.
His wife’s ability to express herself has never been very good.
But, since he said he was unhappy, he must be very unhappy. Lin Bozhou raised his hand and gently touched his hair, “Huanhuan, you can think about why you are unhappy and tell me. I will help you solve it if I can. If I can’t, Huanhuan, just take a good sleep and get up tomorrow morning and you will be fine.”
“oh.”
Meng Huan grabbed his hair, seeming to be thinking hard about the reason for his unhappiness.
But after the alcohol took over his mind, everything became empty and white, and he couldn’t remember anything, but he just remembered that he was in a bad mood, as if there was a vacancy somewhere.
Meng Huan curled his lips suddenly: “I can’t remember.”
The voice was crying.
Lin Bozhou gently pinched his jaw with his fingers, stared into his doe eyes, and coaxed him like a child: “If you can’t remember, go to sleep. When you remember, tell your husband, okay?”
But Meng Huan frowned, his expression became even sadder, and he bit his lower lip desperately: “I can’t remember, am I stupid?”
“…”
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.
His wife seemed to have some psychological trauma and was hit hard.
Meng Huan’s tone became more determined, and he nodded sharply: “I remember now – I’m unhappy because I’m stupid.”
He clenched the corner of the quilt with his fingers, pushed down hard, and let out a desperate “Ah …
“…”
It’s especially like when you get a bad score on an exam. You no longer doubt that you didn’t work hard enough, but you sincerely feel that your brain is not good enough, and your mentality completely collapses.
“Not stupid,” Lin Bozhou put his arm under his armpit and held him in his arms, squeezing the thin boy who exuded warmth. He inexplicably recalled the time in the carriage when Meng Huan kissed his eyelids lightly and called him baby.
Lin Bozhou spoke each word slowly, “It’s just that Huanhuan has been in the sun for too long, and now it’s dark, her eyes haven’t adjusted yet.”
Hearing this, Meng Huan, who had been struggling violently in his arms, suddenly calmed down.
Lin Bozhou smiled and said in a gentle voice: “As a husband, I know best the feeling of being uncomfortable when going from sunlight to darkness, so, Huanhuan, don’t be sad, your husband will hold your hand and walk you carefully.”
Meng Huan raised his head and looked at him straight.
Something in his heart calmed down. It was the first time he felt peace from the inside out after reading this book for so long.
Meng Huan’s eyes went from being confused to being clear. He looked at Lin Bozhou and raised his hand to wipe his eyes: “Wuwuwu…”
Lin Bozhou’s smile deepened: “Hmm?”
“I,” Meng Huan’s mind flashed with some confused memories, the bits and pieces he could barely remember. He wanted to narrate calmly, but gradually became incoherent, “I, I am a bad person, I——”
I’m going to kill you, too—
Knowing what he wanted to say, Lin Bozhou raised a finger and blocked his lips; “Well, Huanhuan is a bad person. She was busy drinking just now and didn’t come to comfort my husband when she heard that he had a headache. She is really bad.”
Meng Huan stopped what he was doing, looked up, and his breath smelled slightly of sweet alcohol.
He was a little confused: “Does your head still hurt?”
Lin Bozhou: “A little bit.”
Meng Huan raised his hand and pressed two white fingers on his temple.
He began to rub it gently and asked, “Does it still hurt now?”
I could feel the drunkenness and sobs in the tail end of his voice had not yet dissipated, so I hurriedly thought about massaging his acupoints.
The boy’s two fingers were soft and cold, and the moment they touched Lin Bozhou’s skin, his whole body felt like it was burning.
In fact, from childhood to now, Lin Bozhou has never been an easy person to get along with. When he was still a prince, he had an eye disease and a gloomy and closed personality. The rich merchant’s daughter that the princess found for him happened to be the month when his eye disease relapsed and he became blind, so the engagement was broken off and he became a laughing stock.
Lin Bozhou was a man with a very strong self-esteem. Once he had been insulted, he would not allow himself to be insulted a second time. As the regent of Zhongwang Jin, he was initially a puppet summoned by the cabinet and a tool used by the ministers to restrain the eunuch party around the emperor. It took him two years to overthrow the eunuch party, insert his own connections in all the Twelve Prisons, gain a firm foothold, and then he regained the lost imperial power in the hands of the bloodline of the main clan.
At that time, he had seen too much darkness and was busy all day long. He would raise his eyes unconsciously and find that it was already very late.
When he met Meng Huan, it was like a dead tree encountering thunder or a spring fire raging. For the first time, he felt the human touch beyond the time when he was busy with official duties.
Also, the desire that had been buried in his heart for many years.
Lin Bozhou is a normal man with a healthy body and mind. When he occasionally has desires, he takes a cold shower, blows cold air, suppresses and stops himself. Many people hate him. He has a high self-esteem and doesn’t like to force others to like him.
Meng Huan was the first one to dance around in front of him, especially that time in the carriage. Lin Bozhou realized that when Meng Huan took off the shell that was on guard against him, the inner core that was peeled off was extremely soft. Unfortunately, it could turn the high fortress in his heart into a tide, surging out of control.
Lin Bozhou took his hand from his forehead, pressed it against his shoulder, and slowly laid him down on the bed: “Huanhuan, are you sleepy?”
Meng Huan was at a loss: “Not sleepy.”
“Play with your husband for a while?”
Lin Bozhou’s voice was low and hoarse.
Meng Huan was still a little confused, “What do you want to play?”
Lin Bozhou kissed him on the ear: “Kiss me.”
Meng Huan clenched his fingers, letting him kiss her and making her let out a “meh~”
Lin Bozhou was amused. He unbuttoned his shirt with his fingers and said in a seductive tone, “Huanhuan, play some husband-and-wife games with your husband, okay?”
Meng Huan seemed to have guessed what he was going to do. Her face flushed and she gently pinched his fingers, then covered him with the quilt.
Meng Huan was a little confused about what he was doing. He was carried by Lin Bozhou and swept into the humid gray fog. His whole body felt like it had been steamed in a sauna. It was hot, his bones were crisp, and his muscles were soft.
Meng Huan had drunk some wine, and his head was already feeling dizzy.
Because she probably knew that this was Lin Bozhou, her husband, she did not want to resist and just lay there.
But his senses were not as clear as before, but rather dull, as if he was dreaming.
He heard the sound of “thump-thump-thump”.
It was a sound he couldn’t describe, a hallucination, like a piece of wood being pounded in a stone pot.
Meng Huan kept listening to this strange sound, feeling dizzy and unable to identify what it was. It had a rhythmic feel, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, and sometimes like a violent storm.
Until consciousness gradually becomes clear.
He cried out “Ah” in his heart, then he realized that this was the sound of Lin Bozhou inserting into his body.
THIRTY THREE
Late at night, the bed was a little hot.
There was the sound of night watchmen outside the palace.
Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou crossed their legs, resting their heads in his arms, and woke up from a nap.
“…”
The scene of being teased flashed through Meng Huan’s mind, and he looked at Lin Bozhou lying on the pillow.
He was fast asleep, his snow-white undergarments open, revealing his collarbone with teeth marks on it. There was a faint shadow under his eyelashes, and his sleeping posture was very peaceful and tranquil.
Memories of last night began to come back.
Lin Bozhou said: It’s just that Huanhuan has been in the sun for too long, and his eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet.
But this sentence inexplicably reminded Meng Huan of Lin Bozhou’s story line in the original book.
The original book is a mutually abusive literature. It starts with describing how evil the top is, and then later on the original bottom starts abusing the top, haha.
There is a scene where the attacker takes advantage of the relapse of his eye disease and becomes blind to escape. The guards are unable to stop him, and the attacker is so anxious that he turns over and rides his horse to chase him. As a result, he falls off the horse and is trampled by the horse. His white clothes are stained with blood, repeating the scene when he fell off the horse in his childhood.
At that time, the original owner Lin Bozhou had his eyes covered with white gauze, and his clothes were soaked with blood. He was usually calm and rational, but he screamed like a madman: “Don’t go…”
“I told you not to leave!”
“If I catch you again, I will tear you to pieces, break your legs, and tie you up in the palace. Don’t ever think of escaping again!”
…It’s particularly scary.
But often the harsher a person’s words are, the more miserable his current situation is. After the original owner escaped, Lin Bozhou became blind and was besieged by court officials. The scene was miserable and he vomited blood several times.
The worst thing is blindness. He had a high self-esteem, but after he became blind, he became like a useless person. He needed others to feed him and support him when he walked. He didn’t speak or smile, just like a walking corpse.
At that time, he was no longer the powerful regent with final say, but just a pitiful blind man.
…Will Lin Bozhou go blind again?
Recalling this, Meng Huan couldn’t help but begin to reflect.
When he became blind, it seemed like a rare opportunity for the original owner’s friends to rescue him.
Then will I be rescued by the original owner’s friends?
Looking at the dark sky, Meng Huan was silent for a while and decided not to think about it anymore. He wanted to lie down in the quilt to sleep quietly, but suddenly he felt a pair of big hands grabbing his ankles. The hands were hot, strong and heavy, grasping his calves and pulling him into the quilt.
“……Eh?”
Meng Huan was pulled into the bed like a rag doll.
Then, Meng Huan pressed against the man’s warm body. With nowhere to put his feet, he had to step on his thighs. He raised his head and met Lin Bozhou’s eyes, which were stained with dark light.
“It’s so late, why isn’t Huanhuan sleeping?” Lin Bozhou said in a hoarse voice.
“…”
Meng Huan was wrapped in his arms and shook his head: “I just woke up for a moment, and then went back to sleep immediately.”
Lin Bozhou hummed, stretched his wrist from his waist to his back, hugged him forward, and pressed Meng Huan into his arms.
He heard heavy breathing, and a pair of hands stroking along the fabric, seemed to fall to his waist.
Meng Huan’s back was tense, not daring to breathe, thinking that Lin Bozhou had woken up in the middle of the night and wanted to have sex with him, but then the hand stopped at his butt, and gently touched it through the thin clothes.
“…”
But.
Lin Bozhou seemed to simply want to have skin contact with him. He touched his back again and leaned in to kiss his forehead: “Asleep.”
A gentle kiss, mixed with the cool scent of his lips.
Meng Huan was stunned by the kiss, and felt like he was kissing a child.
The way they were hugging each other was extremely intimate. In fact, Meng Huan was not used to sleeping in the same bed with others. If he had a friend lying next to him, he would probably toss and turn all night and not be able to sleep.
But Lin Bozhou directly hugged him in his arms, which immediately dispelled Meng Huan’s awkward feeling of alienation. He had to stick close to him, and could even smell the fragrance on his neck with his nose tip.
In the darkness, Meng Huan opened his eyes slightly.
It feels like having a boyfriend.
…It’s pretty good.
Meng Huan thought about it for a long time. Lin Bozhou had already fallen asleep. Meng Huan’s ears were slowly flushed, incredibly red.
Meng Huan slept very soundly this time. The morning heat outside the hall slowly penetrated through the window and he began to feel hot.
When I woke up from the heat, I found a pair of cold hands leaning against me.
Meng Huan opened his eyes and heard a quick breath.
He then realized that Lin Bozhou had sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips were slightly pale, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, making him look frail.
Meng Huan called him, “Prince?”
Lin Bozhou lowered his head, his brows slightly furrowed, and a breath of air came out from his lips.
Meng Huan subconsciously touched his forehead and found it was very hot, as if he had a fever.
Meng Huan called again: “Prince?”
Lin Bozhou raised his eyes to look at him: “Huanhuan is awake?”
“You seem to have a fever.”
“Really?” His voice was still weak.
The faint blue veins on his neck were reflected on his skin. Meng Huan climbed up, and felt a soreness in his waist, reminding him of the overly intense intercourse last night. Meng Huan supported his waist with one hand: “…I’ll go find the imperial physician.”
It was Doctor Zhou who treated Lin Bozhou’s eyes last time.
Meng Huan didn’t even realize the tension in his voice: “Doctor, how is the prince?”
He said, “The prince’s cold has worsened.”
“How can it be aggravated?”
After saying that, Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou glance at him indifferently and seemed to laugh.
“…”
The scene of last night flashed through Meng Huan’s mind.
Lin Bozhou is worthy of being a perverted male protagonist. His legs are not healed either. He said “play games” in a seductive way on the bed and pressed him down. He sweated a lot, but did not wash it in time. Instead, the sweat dried and he sweated again.
“……”No way.
Meng Huan’s eyelids twitched and he felt a little uneasy.
Doctor Zhou asked solemnly, “I told you to take the medicine yesterday. Did you follow the doctor’s instructions?”
Lin Bozhou: “Yes.”
“Don’t go out in the wind, Your Majesty, have you ever gone out?”
“No.”
“Then, tell the prince not to work too hard and take good care of himself—”
“…”
Meng Huan sat in front of the couch, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Lin Bozhou’s pale and thin collarbone was revealed under his plain white clothes. He placed his slender fingers on the corners of his lips and coughed. He seemed to chuckle softly, and his laugh revealed a lack of remorse.
How could Doctor Zhou be so smart? He glanced at Meng Huan who was standing beside him with a worried look, and sighed, “Your Highness, it is more important to take care of your health. You should try to be restrained in your sexual activities while your body is still not fully recovered.”
When the doctor said this to his face, Meng Huan felt a flush of heat behind his ears and lowered his head, not wanting to look the doctor in the eye.
Lin Bozhou, on the other hand, remained calm: “I understand.”
He was strong-willed in doing things. After all, his every move was under the watchful eyes of many people. If Meng Huan had not specifically reminded him, perhaps the servants would have watched them having sex.
It is said that the even more outrageous emperor needed eunuchs’ help to support him even when entering the palace. His status as a royal family was so shocking.
Doctor Zhou left the prescription, said “I’m leaving”, and disappeared at the entrance of the hall.
Meng Huan finally raised his head and looked at Lin Bozhou.
He hesitated and said, “I also think we should exercise moderation.”
After all, it seemed that Lin Bozhou was made of iron except for Jiji, but his body was not.
Lin Bozhou gave a faint laugh.
He was a person who did what he wanted, and didn’t care about his own physical strength. He didn’t know if he had listened or not, so he changed the subject: “Huanhuan, give your husband a bowl of medicine.”
But Meng Huan, who had previously cooperated in feeding him, did not move at all, with drooping eyelids, looking uncooperative, grumpy and angry.
Lin Bozhou: “Hmm?”
“The prince hasn’t agreed to me yet.”
Meng Huan’s voice was stubborn.
“…”
The atmosphere suddenly became a little silent.
No one expected that there would be a quarrel over the frequency of sexual intercourse.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, stared at Meng Huan with his dark eyes, and tried to ask: “Huanhuan, are you worried about your husband’s health?”
Meng Huan lowered his head, took a deep breath and said nothing.
When Meng Huan thought about how Lin Bozhou usually got up at two in the morning, slept only three or four hours, had been caught in the rain and had a fever recently, and his knees were bleeding, and he was actually attacking him like a possessed person, something was stirring in his heart.
Maybe it’s the soul of a salted fish, maybe it’s… worry.
He really felt that Lin Bozhou didn’t care about himself.
Meng Huan felt sad when he thought about someone who didn’t know how to take care of himself.
Meng Huan was so angry that he didn’t want to pay attention to him and let out a “humph” from his nose.
“…”
This sound made the dark light in Lin Bozhou’s eyes darker, and the air seemed to become quieter.
After a while, Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips and laughed inexplicably.
“Huanhuan is worried about her husband, right?”
“…”
Meng Huan was angry and didn’t say anything.
Lin Bozhou pulled his hand over and held it. Lin Bozhou’s eyes seemed to melt and became brighter: “Huanhuan is not angry anymore? Because no one could control me before, and I never listened to anyone and always did what I wanted.”
He paused here.
“However, I have Huanhuan now. My body no longer belongs entirely to me, but also to Huanhuan. If there is anything, I will definitely listen to Huanhuan, okay?”
The gentle words finally made Meng Huan’s awkwardness disappear a little.
“If Huanhuan doesn’t allow us to have sex more often, then that’s not possible. Listen to Huanhuan.”
After hearing these words, Meng Huan’s mood finally improved.
His white fingertips pointed at the medicine bowl: “Then Your Majesty, drink it first.”
Lin Bozhou hummed, placed his slender fingers on the bottom of the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
Meng Huan finally softened, and reluctantly stood up and muttered, “That’s better.”
Then, he said angrily, “Hmph.”
——As if she was disgusted that he surrendered too late.
“…”
Lin Bozhou couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips again.
So cute.
It feels good to hold the little boy in your hands and let him stand on your head and run wild.
Only the eunuch You Jin standing next to him listened to the whole thing. He felt as if he was walking on the road and suddenly someone kicked him and scolded him for looking like a dog.
The room was harmonious and harmonious, and everyone was drinking porridge mouthful by mouthful.
At the door, Shan Xing suddenly came in.
“Your Highness, the opera troupe we invited is ready and will start performing in the afternoon. Your Highness is not attending court today, how about going to listen?”
“Opera troupe?” Meng Huan turned around.
“Yes, the prince thought that the princess would be bored staying in the palace, so he followed the fashion and found a troupe for her to sing songs to relieve her boredom.”
Meng Huan’s hands and feet suddenly felt cold.
He didn’t expect the plot to come so quickly.
——When the original owner was escaping, he was picked up by someone in the opera troupe. He put on the clothes of a famous actor, followed the troupe out of the palace after the show, and started to run for his life.
However, Lin Bozhou was an elegant and traditional person. He did not visit prostitutes, nor did he go to brothels to listen to music, nor did he keep famous actors. He just had his servants keep a few on his farm outside. He stayed away from these frivolous things.
The only time he gave in to pleasure and frivolity was when he invited a troupe of actors, but the result was that the original owner escaped on horseback.
Meng Huan’s mood suddenly turned negative.
In my ear, Lin Bozhou was still asking, his voice gentle yet stubborn.
“Huanhuan, do you like it?”
THIRTY FOUR
If I say I like it, will the troupe stay and will the original owner’s friends who are among them take the opportunity to take me away?
What if you say you don’t like it?
After a while, Meng Huan stammered: “General.”
After what happened to Xu Ruolin, Meng Huan began to distrust the character of the original owner’s friend. What if he was dragged away and sold after leaving the house, forced to work illegally, or even sold to a brothel? It was all possible, which would be a big problem.
Lin Bozhou seemed to have not expected that he would say he didn’t like it. He paused briefly and nodded: “Okay, then we’ll go and see it when Huanhuan is interested.”
Meng Huan made a loud “hmm” sound and quickly picked up the bowl to continue taking care of Lin Bozhou’s meal.
A little porridge juice touched his lips, and Meng Huan stretched out his hand and rubbed it naturally.
Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids to look at him and laughed again with an ambiguous tone.
After dinner, Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan’s hand and talked. The chief secretary Chen An came in with a stack of letters and asked Lin Bozhou to deal with them.
“Huanhuan, go and have your meal. You don’t have to be busy here anymore.” Lin Bozhou said.
“Um.”
Meng Huan responded and went to the table to prepare his thirty dishes.
Lin Bozhou let You Jin support him, put a coat on his shoulders, and sat at the desk outside the screen to listen to Chen An reading the letter.
Chen An said: “Next year, the imperial court will hold an inspection. The impeachment of the Qingliu Party has brought the factional struggle to the surface. Next year, the court will be in trouble again.”
Lin Bozhou hummed softly with his breath, and even Chen An’s brows were frowned anxiously, but there was no emotion on his face.
“The court is already in a tight spot now, and there are also infightings. It’s a mess. Alas…” Chen An sighed heavily.
As soon as Lin Bozhou started to deal with government affairs, he would regain his familiarity: “This can be regarded as the rampant before death. Well, let them fight. Whoever jumps higher will die sooner, so that I won’t have to find an excuse to arrest them in the future.”
“…”
Meng Huan stuffed a piece of pork with preserved vegetables into his mouth.
Lin Bozhou was exactly as he had imagined.
He is gentle on the outside but aggressive on the inside. Others would sigh when they encounter difficulties, but he is keen on solving problems and becomes even more excited when encountering difficulties.
As Meng Huan listened to their words, he recalled the most serious psychological trauma that Lin Bozhou had brought to him.
——Killed 30,000 people.
Maybe it’s the imperial examination and factional struggles they are talking about now?
The original book says:
Cliques mean forming gangs and factions. In official circles, officials form factions because of their place of origin, ambitions, ideals, etc. They support each other, share interests, and form a combined force that is much stronger than their own single forces, while excluding others from their own interest groups.
At this time, the struggle with other interest groups is called party struggle, such as the current clear stream and turbid stream.
The former Lin Party and the Eunuch Party.
Only after Lin Bozhou overthrew the eunuch party was he able to take back the power held by the eunuch party and hold it in his own hands.
Meng Huan could barely remember a little bit. He silently stuffed a chopstick of meat into his mouth, which made his cheeks bulge.
If meat eaters plot it, what can they do?
The light from the window was dim, and it seemed to be evening.
A breeze blew through the hall, bringing with it the damp coolness after the rain.
Meng Huan stayed in Lin Bozhou’s bedroom for the whole afternoon. While Lin Bozhou was reading and writing letters, he was drawing little figures.
Later in the day, You Jin came over with a hunched back and brought a bowl of medicine on the chopping board: “Your Majesty, it’s time to take the medicine.”
In the morning, Lin Bozhou was willing to listen to him, and Meng Huan became much more active. He put down his pen and ran to him, took the medicine bowl and went to Lin Bozhou’s seat: “Take the medicine, take the medicine~”
“Huanhuan, wait a moment—”
Before Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Meng Huan had already swept away the paper in front of him.
“……”You Jin was also stunned.
When Lin Bozhou was handling official documents, he usually did not allow anyone to disturb him, as this might disrupt his train of thought. However, at this moment, Lin Bozhou just smiled, said nothing, and put down the brush in his hand.
“Well, take the medicine.”
Meng Huan took the spoon and fed him mouthful by mouthful.
Lin Bozhou in front of me had his eyebrows drooped, and the curve at the end of his eyes was a bit cold, like the cold lake water in early spring, unfathomable.
But now, he just followed Meng Huan’s actions, one sip at a time, restraining all his sharpness and dangerousness, and drinking the medicine soup he brought him obediently.
Just, inexplicably, Meng Huan felt… so good.
Halfway through the medicine soup, Meng Huan realized that Lin Bozhou was now sitting in a chair in good health, processing official documents, and was not as weak as he had been in the morning. It seemed a bit unnecessary to feed him the medicine himself.
He asked, “Your Majesty, you can actually drink the medicine yourself, right?”
“Yes,” Lin Bozhou did not think it was a bother for him, “but since Huanhuan has already been fed, just continue feeding her.”
“…”
Meng Huan looked into his eyes with her bright eyes: “Isn’t it bitter?”
Lin Bozhou admitted: “It’s bitter.”
“…”
It turns out it’s really bitter.
Did he keep holding it in just to let himself feed him? Meng Huan blinked and lowered his head to stir the medicine soup.
After stirring the medicine soup with the spoon, Meng Huan thought for a moment and said, “My Lord, how about you drink the medicine in one gulp now, and I’ll pour a bowl of boiling water and feed it to you mouthful by mouthful, okay?”
“…”
The air became a little quiet.
Lin Bozhou looked at him with his dark eyes, as if he was surprised by this sentence.
Being looked at by him, Meng Huan also realized that this suggestion was strange. He didn’t know what he was talking about. He pointed at the porcelain bowl with his slender white fingers and explained: “It’s bitter.”
Then he looked at Lin Bozhou: “That’s right, drinking bitter food will make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to drink… bitter food.”
The atmosphere became even quieter than before.
After all, Lin Bozhou said in the morning that he would listen to him. Changing his mindset, Meng Huan also wanted to consider him.
Who would want to drink something bitter?
Lin Bozhou’s eyes were originally calm, but now they were rippled. He took the bowl and sighed, “My husband is being unreasonable.”
Tilt your head back, let your Adam’s apple slide, and drink the medicine.
Seeing that the bowl was empty, Meng Huan thought that he had reached an agreement with him, so he took the bowl: “I’ll go get some sugar water.”
Lin Bozhou: “Hmm?”
His tone was restraining, and Meng Huan was a little confused: “Didn’t we agree that you drink the medicine and I will feed you something else?”
“…………”
Lin Bozhou frowned hard, and then he realized that there was really a barrier between his and Meng Huan’s brain circuits. He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, seeming helpless.
After a moment, he couldn’t help laughing and let out a soft breath: “Okay, Huanhuan, come here.”
Meng Huan held the bowl, still covered with tears: “Don’t you want to drink anymore?”
“come over.”
There seemed to be something else in Lin Bozhou’s gentleness.
Meng Huan didn’t quite understand, so he put down the bowl and walked closer. He was led by the wrist to his leg. Just as he remembered his knee injury and wanted to look down, his jaw was pinched by his hand and turned towards Lin Bozhou’s face.
A kiss with the bitter taste of medicine fell down, slightly hot, her lips rubbed against his lower lip, and the tip of her tongue hit him.
“…”
A disagreement becomes a family affair.
Meng Huan’s movement of falling on top of him was somewhat embarrassing, mainly because the kiss was so sudden and he was not mentally prepared.
But her waist soon became weak, and he held her in his arms, pinching her chin, and talking wildly and agitatedly.
Meng Huan tasted the bitter taste of the medicine. He frowned and gently grabbed Lin Bozhou’s clothes, but his back was against the table and he couldn’t move at all. He had to let Lin Bozhou grab his lips and tongue.
“No more water.”
Lin Bozhou said something with a smile in his voice.
Meng Huan immediately understood what he meant, and his face flushed, and he heard the next sentence: “It’s the same for those who drink Huan Huan.” –
Emperor Xuanhe was heartbroken by Lin Bozhou’s leg injury, so he forced him to return home to rest for a day. It was destined to be a sleepless night.
After dinner, Lin Bozhou listened to a book for an hour as usual, and then dismissed his attendants.
When Meng Huan heard him say “Everyone go down”, he felt a chill on his back.
Lin Bozhou undressed, his eyes and eyebrows were stained with shadows, and his tone was extremely bewitching: “Huanhuan, is it time to go to bed?”
This sleep is not that sleep.
“…”
Meng Huan huddled in the quilt at the corner of the bed, watching Lin Bozhou approaching, feeling really confused. He felt that he was totally unable to resist a man who had just started having sex.
I don’t know why the relationship between him and Lin Bozhou has become like this. Even if he chants Amitabha now, no one can save him.
Lin Bozhou is now in estrus, just like what is described in the book, he has fallen from a bright and cheerful Buddhist son to an evil demon who seeks pleasure every night.
Deep in the quilt, Meng Huan heard the sound of the night watch outside the palace and gritted his teeth and said, “Your Highness… Woo, doesn’t Your Highness have to go to court tomorrow…?”
The mist in front of his eyes was wet and heavy, so thick that it was almost impossible to get rid of it. Lin Bozhou’s voice was mixed with hot breath: “Hmm.”
“Wuwu… Your Majesty, it’s time to go to sleep.” Meng Huan couldn’t help but said, “Your Majesty, you will die suddenly if you keep doing this.”
Lin Bozhou touched his forehead and seemed to laugh out loud.
“…To be with Huanhuan, I am willing to die suddenly as her husband.”
There were only a few short breaths in response to him.
The thick fog still enveloped him, rolling over every inch of Meng Huan’s skin until it penetrated deep into his bones, making the sound of ripples echo through his limbs.
Bit by bit, it finally turned from a violent storm to a drizzle, and then to a wet and muddy morning…
…
At two o’clock in the morning, there was a slight noise in the hall.
Lin Bozhou propped himself up, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly. You Jin tiptoed over, took his clothes for him, and put on his shoes.
“Your Majesty——”
Lin Bozhou raised a finger, signaling him to be quiet.
Turning his head sideways, he looked at Meng Huan, who was sleeping soundly in the quilt, curled up into a ball. Lin Bozhou curved the corners of his lips, put on his slippers, and walked out behind the screen.
You Jin said in a low voice: “My Lord, is your leg feeling better?”
“It’s okay. I sit most of the time in the cabinet and don’t need to use my legs.” Lin Bozhou put his hands into his crimson court dress, turned his hand sideways, and gently pushed his hair back.
You Jin whispered: “Your Majesty should take care of your health.”
Lin Bozhou nodded, washed up, left the hall and sat on the sedan chair.
In the pitch-black night, a line of people, holding lanterns, hurried towards the gate of the Regent’s Palace. Lin Bozhou was dressed neatly at this time, with his hair tied up with a jade crown. His eyes and eyebrows could not hide his handsomeness, but when he pursed his lips, he showed the nonchalant indifference of a powerful man.
He should have been thinking about today’s court affairs.
…But before I knew it, my thoughts turned back to the small shadow on the bed.
After a while, Lin Bozhou opened his eyes and asked, “Why doesn’t the princess like the opera troupe?”
You Jin said: “Maybe the princess thought that if the prince found a troupe, he would be immersed in government affairs every day and ignore the princess!”
Lin Bozhou raised the corner of his lips unconsciously: “Really?”
“That must be it,” You Jin said with a smile, “The princess must be afraid that the prince would ignore him, so she deliberately said that she didn’t like the troupe and asked the prince to spend more time with him.”
Lin Bozhou smiled, and his stern features seemed to soften a little.
He knew that You Jin was saying nice things to make him happy, but he was indeed beginning to feel happy about such imagination.
He lowered his eyes and whispered, “I hope so.”
THIRTY FIVE
It was ten o’clock in the morning when Meng Huan woke up.
He sat in the quilt with his eyes half closed, drowsy, and his side was cold. He woke up once in the middle of the night, and Lin Bozhou was gone.
Meng Huan sighed, put on his clothes and ate. Someone saw that he had woken up, and immediately took a carriage to the Forbidden City to pass the news to Lin Bozhou.
Lin Bozhou has a strong desire for control and he wants to keep track of Meng Huan’s every move. Upon learning that Meng Huan had woken up, he responded with a “yes” and felt relieved. He lowered his head and wrote a red mark on the ticket.
The cabinet chief, Cui Renfang, was old, with white hair and beard. He asked him with a smile during his spare time: “Your Highness, how was the opera troupe that Han’er brought yesterday?”
Lin Bozhou smiled and said, “Very good, but the princess was not in the mood to listen yesterday. When she listens another day, I will tell the elder if she is happy.”
The chief minister of the cabinet smiled and said, “That’s great. Han’er is a playboy who has no knowledge and skills. I was worried about his uselessness every day. Unfortunately, it happened that the opera troupe I raised made the princess happy. That means my ancestors have accumulated good karma.”
He flattered in a clever way, and Lin Bozhou had a smile on his face and looked very friendly.
However, throughout the court, except for a few people with deep thoughts who dared to talk to Lin Bozhou, most people kept their distance.
After all, in addition to the blind prince, Lin Bozhou also has a nickname “Han Yu Prince”. Han Yu, also known as cold jade, is cool in nature and looks warm and clear, but it is actually cold and hard, and you can never warm it up.
In the court, Lin Bozhou appeared to be a bright and upright person on the surface, but was actually corrupt and filthy in secret. He killed countless people and became a dark cloud hanging over the heads of the officials.
But, I still can’t beat that kind of person.
He was very angry. After all, Lin Bozhou was not that old. At thirty, he was a Mingjing, and at fifty, he was a Jinshi. Many people’s careers took off in middle age, and Lin Bozhou, who was in his twenties, was considered a nephew or nephew.
But I just can’t win.
After a brief chat, they both lowered their heads and continued to prepare the bill for approval.
Lin Bozhou and Cui Renfang both had something to hide. They appeared to be in harmony with each other but were actually not in harmony with each other. Smart people in the court should have guessed it long ago.
Cui Renfang was ambitious and had long wanted to be a powerful official. When the new emperor ascended the throne, he went against all odds and transferred the 20-year-old Lin Bozhou from Guzhou as a puppet regent to contain the arrogant eunuch party around the previous emperor. As expected, Lin Bozhou achieved his first goal beautifully.
——To win over the emperor.
Why could the eunuch party, a group of slaves without any life force, stir up such a storm in history? The reason is that the eunuchs were the emperor’s close ministers, controlling the emperor’s food, clothing, housing and transportation. As the saying goes, the closer to the center of power, the better. The eunuch party could block the channels of speech and spread rumors about the ministers as long as they whispered in the emperor’s ears. Moreover, the eunuch party had no descendants, and the only object of their loyalty was the emperor. The emperor would also trust the eunuchs infinitely.
But as long as the emperor comes to his senses, no matter how arrogant the eunuchs are, they will be immediately taken down, because eunuchs are an extension of imperial power. As long as the emperor wakes up, the eunuchs will have no place to go.
Back then, Cui Renfang transferred the puppet king Lin Bozhou, who was just a young man. His father was the deposed crown prince and he did not look like a threat at all. But who would have thought that he would gain the emperor’s trust after entering the palace three times.
The young emperor killed the eunuch party for him, executed the eunuchs for him, listened to him, and obeyed his control. From then on, he regarded all the ministers and imperial teachers as nothing, and only had his imperial brother in his eyes.
As expected, after gaining the emperor’s trust, Lin Bozhou kicked away Cui Renfang who was trying to control him. He rose to power overnight and took over the court, and is now extremely arrogant.
“…”
Whenever Cui Renfang thought of what happened six years ago, his old heart ached.
Lin Bozhou was like this back then, smiling gently and calling “Teacher” all the time. Unexpectedly, he was actually inviting a wolf into the house!
Cui Renfang was the first person to see through the evil and bloodthirsty nature beneath Lin Bozhou’s seemingly innocent appearance, and he was also his first victim. However, he had been in official career for decades, so there was nothing he couldn’t tolerate. He judged the situation and handed over his power, submitting to Lin Bozhou, trying to find his flaws and take the opportunity to bring him down.
He thought that he could confuse Lin Bozhou in this way, but unexpectedly, he still failed to confuse him.
Cui Renfang also often felt sad, wondering how much danger and loneliness this young regent must have experienced since his childhood to be so cautious and precocious.
Compared with his youth and ambition, I am getting older and older and I am almost out of opportunities.
Lin Bozhou, who was wearing official documents, picked up a bill and suddenly asked, “Lord Cui, who will preside over the first inspection in Beijing next year? Do you have any idea in mind?”
Cui Renfang bowed and said, “I think that the Ministry of Personnel and the Censorate will still be in charge, and the officials from the Ministry of Personnel will fill the vacancies. That’s all.”
Lin Bozhou hummed, still looking at the draft, “Your Excellency is the Minister of Personnel, and the Ministry of Personnel is your people. Please pay more attention to the Beijing Inspection.”
Cui Renfang had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and nodded: “Yes.”
Lin Bozhou called out to Chen Que, the Minister of Rites who was sorting documents nearby, “Chen Ci Fu.”
Chen said quickly, “I am here.”
“Most of the officials in the Ministry of Rites are selected by the Hanlin Academy and are from the imperial examinations. They are the disciples of your officials in the Ministry of Rites.”
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said calmly: “The atmosphere in the court is impetuous now. We, the imperial inspectors, need to do some practical things. We must be careful not to be used by those with ulterior motives and become a tool for ganging up on dissidents.”
Cui Renfang, the leader of the Turbid Stream, and Chen Que, the leader of the Clear Stream, felt a chill on their backs and nodded in unison: “Yes.”
The weather was hot and there was not a breath of wind.
Meng Huan ate breakfast and lunch together, and it was almost noon when they finished.
He slept too late in the morning, so he didn’t feel like taking a nap after dinner. Instead, he found a pavilion to sit in and fan himself.
It’s so boring and hot, and I can’t do anything.
He sat there for a while and heard something singing in the distance. He couldn’t help asking, “What is that?”
Fengzhi: “Hmm?”
“What’s that singing?”
Feng Zhi said, “This is the troupe we invited yesterday. The princess didn’t want to listen, so now the guests have gone to find her. You can order a song for money. I guess they have a stage over there for the performance.”
“…” Meng Huan was silent.
What? This is what Lin Bozhou bought for him!
Buy it for him!
Buy it for him!
Qwq!
How come these literati in the palace have enjoyed it before I have even had time to enjoy it?
Lin Bozhou stays up late every day and risks his life for money, so you guys can enjoy it, right?
Meng Huan was just getting angry at Lin Bozhou when a figure came towards him.
Shan Xing took a fan and bowed with a smile: “Princess, are you here to listen to the music?”
Meng Huan pursed her lips, looking very unhappy. She saw that there was an actor beside him, wearing makeup, who knelt down when she saw Meng Huan: “Greetings, Princess.”
Meng Huan originally thought it was a woman, but he didn’t expect the voice to be a man’s. He opened his eyes slightly wide, with a look of surprise.
The man immediately smiled and repeated in a female voice: “Greetings, Princess.”
Meng Huan: “Wow.”
He seemed to be quite handsome, with his nose and cheeks painted red, a red hairpin in his hair, a slender figure, and an extremely thin and depressed feeling.
Shan Xing patted his shoulder and said, “Little Flower Fairy, go quickly and perform a piece for the princess.”
“…” Meng Huan wanted to say, “Da-me.”
The little flower fairy walked into the pavilion, stretched out her orchid-like fingers, and began to sing in a melodious voice, high and low.
“The fish are so deep that they can sink, the geese fall, and the birds startle in their chirping; the flowers are so ashamed that the moon hides and the flowers tremble in sorrow…”
Meng Huan blinked, and his back felt an indescribable stiffness.
He originally thought that as long as he didn’t go to the opera, the side story that was intercepted by the original owner’s friend might not unfold. He didn’t expect that the person in front of him would actually sing?
Will the side storyline unlock the seal?
Meng Huan tilted his head with a confused look on his face, but when the other person finished singing, he nodded and clapped in cooperation: “It sounds great.”
The little flower fairy seemed to be encouraged by him: “If the princess likes, please call me anytime and I will come right over.”
Meng Huan suddenly raised his eyelids and realized that this person did not call himself a “villain” but a “junior”.
Actors are slaves, so logically, we should address ourselves as “slave”.
When the common people saw him, they would call themselves “common people”.
When the candidates who passed the imperial examination saw him, they had to call themselves “students”.
But the person in front of me calls himself a junior, so he must have been blessed by someone and must be from a family of officials.
While Meng Huan felt that he had become smarter, he looked at Shan Xing with confusion.
Shan Xing still had that familiar smirk: “This is the grandson of the cabinet chief Cui Renfang, Master Cui Han, meet the princess.”
Meng Huan’s fingers loosened around the fan and his mind went blank.
This name sounds familiar.
——But I can’t remember exactly where it is.
“…”
Meng Huan: qwq
After reading a book, I can’t remember any of the plot, but I know every place the hero has driven a car. They are just stupid and perverted.
In this case, in order not to reveal the truth, Meng Huan tried to be calm: “Yes.”
Who knew Cui Han would be so familiar with her and say, “I am studying at Qinglu Academy with the princess. We usually greet each other when we meet, but there is no need to introduce you to Pingzhi.”
“…………”
Meng Huanxin said, he is an acquaintance, right?
Shan Xing was surprised: “Is that so?”
Meng Huan curled his lips downwards and could only say, “I bumped into the pillar before, and I can’t remember some things.”
Cui Han: “It’s okay, it’s okay if the princess doesn’t remember me. After all, I didn’t say much to the princess at that time. The princess has the best relationship with Lu Nanxing.”
When he said that, Meng Huan’s expression paused slightly.
He recalled that, because Meng Xueming had been trapped in the Hanlin Academy for a long time, had no official position, had a very low salary, and was from a poor family, the original owner could only enter the academy as Lu Nanxing’s companion and was often ridiculed by those rich young men.
This Cui Han is the grandson of the prime minister of the cabinet and should be the eldest son.
I don’t know if it was one of the ones who laughed at it at the beginning.
Meng Huan’s eyelids drooped and his expression was a little cold.
Cui Han observed her expression and said quickly, “Ahem, Princess, please don’t blame me.”
Meng Huan didn’t answer him, and stood up to leave the pavilion: “When will the prince return home?”
Shanxing: “Usually during the Shen hour.”
Meng Huan flicked his sleeves and said, “I’ll go and wait for the prince to leave the court.”
I don’t know when it started, Meng Huan felt.
Without Lin Bozhou, this palace is meaningless.
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Transmigrated as the Regent's Runaway Wife
RomansaTitle: 穿成摄政王的侍爱逃妻 Author: 若星若辰 The regent of the Grand Clan, Lin Bozhou, appears to be bright and clear on the surface, but is so dirty and disgusting in his back. A great traitor should be punished by everyone. On this day, a sedan chair carried Me...
