Transmigrated as the Regent's Runaway Wife

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FIFTY ONE
After dinner, I have some free time.

Meng Huan opened the letter and read it again.

When she encountered a word that Lu Nanxing didn’t recognize, Meng Huan became bolder and pulled Lin Bozhou’s sleeve: “Husband, how do you pronounce this word?”

Lin Bozhou: “Hmm?”

Meng Huan wrote the shape of a word on his palm.

Lin Bozhou sensed it for a moment, and told Meng Huan the meaning.

Meng Huan was quite depressed: “If I had known, I would have told you earlier.”

Lin Bozhou smiled and did not expose the fact that he was cheated of money by the servant.

The weather was getting warmer. In the room, Meng Huan stretched out his fair wrists and read a letter attentively. His handwriting was neat, at least. It was a reply to Meng Xueming.

I also understood the meaning of Lu Nanxing’s letter.

I thought there would be an attack on Lin Bozhou, but unexpectedly there was no attack, just a simple condolence. When Lin Bozhou spared his life at the farm outside the city, Lu Nanxing was melancholy in the letter.

After finally finishing the letter, Meng Huan decided to try his luck at the restaurant he had visited that day, wondering if he could hand the letter back to Lu Nanxing. As soon as he put the letter into the envelope, Chen An, sweating profusely, hurried in.

“Your Majesty.”

Meng Huan walked out. Before leaving, he saw him bowing to Lin Bozhou and talking about something. He could vaguely hear a few words.

——Military pay in Liaodong

Being able to hold the letter in his hand openly, Meng Huan was in a much happier mood. You Jin looked at him with a kind face like a chrysanthemum, smiling: “Master, what are you so happy about?”

Meng Huan couldn’t put it into words, he just felt his shoulders relax.

In fact, he still cares about what happened to Meng Xueming caused by Lin Bozhou. Even if he doesn’t care and there is no hidden story, Meng Huan will be stabbed in the back by the people in the world of the book for the rest of his life.

Now that he had talked it out, he also learned that Meng Xueming was safe, and he felt much better.

You Jin picked up an umbrella and said, “Master, shall we leave the house?”

Meng Huan nodded: “Yes, let’s go out for a walk today. I’ll find a friend and give him the letter.”

“Do you believe it?” You Jin chuckled twice.

Speaking of which, it was he who picked up Meng Huan’s letter from under the bed.

At this point, Meng Huan was still a little embarrassed. He didn’t dare to look at him and strode out of the mansion.

The weather was hot and there were many customers in the teahouse. Meng Huan waited for half an hour and felt a little confused. He wondered why he didn’t go directly to Lu Nanxing. So he signaled You Jin, “Let’s go directly to Minister Lu’s residence.”

You Jin was surprised: “Go to Minister Lu’s residence?”

“Yes, I’ll give the letter to Lu Nanxing and ask about my father’s address. Next time I’ll send him the letter and money directly.” Meng Huan looked around.

You Jin’s expression relaxed, knowing that Meng Huan was not shy about saying these words, proving that he really would not leave, and he said happily, “Okay.”

The distance from the teahouse to Lu’s house is quite long. After all, Lu Shi is just a minister and not as rich as Lin Bozhou. The houses he bought in the capital are relatively remote, one in the east and the other in the west of the city.

After walking for a while, Meng Huan felt really tired of the sun, and saw someone selling plums at the entrance of a temple. He went closer to buy a few to taste, and a cool breeze blew out from the temple. While enjoying the cool breeze, Meng Huan entered the temple and went to the front yard to burn a stick of incense.

Meng Huan was a superstitious child. He always felt that it was luck that he was able to survive after entering this book, so whenever he saw a Bodhisattva, he would worship him devoutly.

Just as he stood up, he heard a noise behind him.

“Mr. Cui is an expert in chess. I’m afraid you didn’t come here to entertain me.”

“Hahaha,” followed by a cheerful young man’s voice, “I’ve played chess with you for so many years, why are you saying such sour words today?”

Meng Huan turned around and paused, realizing that the young man standing in the corridor looked familiar.

The young man was sweating profusely and drank a bowl of herbal tea. When he turned around and saw Meng Huan, his smile paused and he said, “Hey?”

Meng Huan also: “Hey?”

Isn’t this the man who played chess with Lin Bozhou on the pleasure boat that day?

Meng Huan was still in a hurry to find Lu Nanxing. He smiled and prepared to leave. The young man stood up excitedly and raised his hand to signal him, “Sir, don’t leave. I met him by chance that day and played a game of chess with his friend. These past few days, I have been wandering around the pleasure boat, trying to find the blind young man. After playing chess that day, I went back to reflect and finally realized where I was wrong.”

“Uh,” Meng Huan’s eyelids twitched, “So you—”

“Can I play another round with that blind gentleman?”

What he said was similar to the feeling of someone who loses a game but insists on playing another round solo. It’s understandable, but how could Lin Bozhou possibly play another round with him?

Meng Huan hissed. He was not good at rejecting people. You Jin beside him said, “Sir, our young master has been unwell recently and has stayed at home and rarely goes out. I am afraid there will be no chance for me to play another game with you.”

“Then…” The young man seemed unwilling to give up. “Can I come and visit you?”

Meng Huan bit his lower lip.

He felt that his trip with Lin Bozhou that day was just like Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing transforming into human forms and traveling to attract a crazy scholar, but the problem was that Lin Bozhou and his true identity could not be exposed.

Meng Huan shook his head: “No.”

If people knew that Lin Bozhou, the regent, was playing chess with someone in a pleasure boat, it would probably spread throughout the capital, and even be written into a story. The person in front of him was like someone who had accidentally encountered a treasure, and there was no chance of encountering it again.

The young man looked disappointed, but still not giving up. He looked at the sky sadly: “Is it destined by heaven that I can’t go from being a loser to a winner?”

“…”

Meng Huan was ready to leave, and before leaving, he encouraged him: “Come on.”

But the young man had clear eyes and spoke straightforwardly: “Then can I ask for your name, sir? We can be friends. When the blind man recovers, we can compare who is better.”

Meng Huan shook his head again: “It’s really not possible, brother.”

Lin Bozhou is so busy every day that he barely has time to see his wife. How can he play chess with you? You are dreaming.

“What a grand ceremony.”

Suddenly, such a sentence was heard from the corridor.

Meng Huan turned around and confirmed that the other party was talking about him.

In the shadow under the eaves stood a tall and slender young man, perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old, with his hair in a braid and armor on his shoulders. He was not dressed like a dandy boy, but rather like a military commander. His dark eyebrows were drawn very low, making him look gloomy.

To be honest, his words made Meng Huan feel a little uncomfortable.

In ancient times, if a rich young man wanted to make friends with you, it meant that he thought highly of you.

Meng Huan now brought with him an old slave and two guards dressed as servants. They looked rather shabby and their family background was probably not as good as others, so this man said something in a neither-good nor-bad way.

Before Meng Huan could take advantage of his power to bully others, this man bullied him first and glared at him.

The man stepped out of the shadows and repeated, “What a grand ceremony.”

The young man frowned: “An Chui, don’t talk.”

An Chui frowned and said nonchalantly, “Master, if you really want to play chess with that blind young man, it’s very simple. You just need to tie him up, let him play chess with you, and then let him go. Wouldn’t that be all right?”

“…………”

What kind of wicked idea is this?

However, Meng Huan focused on the word Anchui: “What’s your name?”

The young man clasped his fists and said, “My last name is Cui Lang, and he is my friend, An Chui.”

“…………”

When Meng Huan heard these two names, his mind suddenly exploded and his back felt numb.

Where is it?

He remembered very little of the content in the original book, but he had a deep impression of the name An Chui, because he was the most popular person in the book review section of the original book, and was asked to replace Lin Bozhou and become the second male lead.

The comments section at that time:

[No way, this regent has killed Huanbao’s own father, and they can still be together, and have a happy ending? Is there something wrong with the author’s brain?]

[Family members, why do I feel that Huanbao and Anchui are also very cute? ]

[Please! The aloof queen and her big dog are the best! Type Lin Bozhou on the public screen and say he is not good enough!]

At that time, many people in the comment section couldn’t stand the official pairing’s excessively sadomasochistic love, so they openly tore it apart, and even the author came out to tear it apart himself.

The incident was a hot topic, so Meng Huan remembered it so clearly. This An Chui was a hostage from a tribe called Zhu Lizhen, who was sent to the capital. At that time, he met the original owner through Cui Han from the Pear Garden. The two fought and became good partners. Later, it was with the instigation and help of this man that the original owner fled to Jianzhouwei in Liaodong with him and began to recruit soldiers and horses to achieve hegemony.

An Chui was originally an ally of the original owner, but was later recruited as a minister by the original owner’s brilliant strategy. He was like a loyal dog to him, always obedient to him, and he was very brave and murderous in battle, and was stained with as much blood as Lin Bozhou.

——So it can be seen that… Lin Bozhou’s popularity is really bad qwq. Even at this time, Meng Huan did not forget to observe a three-minute silence for her husband.

He turned his gaze and looked at Cui Lang.

He had a vague memory of this person. It seemed that he was also one of the people who wanted to kill Lin Bozhou. However, at that time, no one wanted to kill Lin Bozhou, so Meng Huan didn’t have a deep impression of him, and didn’t know what grudge he had with Lin Bozhou.

However, he remembered that Lin Bozhou had said in the study this morning that a young man who had won against Master Kongjie in Go was summoned to the palace by the emperor. As expected, it was Cui Lang in front of him.

The other party still smiled cheerfully and asked, “May I ask your name, sir?”

Meng Huan said slowly: “My name is not important.”

He remembered that he didn’t want to make friends with Cui Han, so he missed the plot line where Li Yuan and An Chui met. Unexpectedly, the self-awareness of this world was corrected, and he met the person who helped him escape here again.

Meng Huan: “In short, that young master will never play chess with you again.”

Cui Lang’s smile gradually faded.

“Interesting,” An Chui’s eyebrows were lowered behind him, and his eyebrows were a little unruly, like a hungry hawk and dog: “Can you really not play chess with our young master?”

When saying this, Meng Huan vaguely sensed something. The guard dressed as a butler behind him also raised his eyes, put his big hands at his sides, and stared at An Chui vigilantly.

Meng Huan stood there with drooping eyelids, not moving.

He didn’t know how to persuade the people in this world not to touch him.

Now, every time Meng Huan sees someone provoking him, he doesn’t get angry, but sighs.

I am really speechless.

Someone is going to be beaten up by Lin Bozhou again.

FIFTY TWO
The atmosphere was tense. In the minds of the young masters who had never been rejected, those who did not know how to appreciate a favor would more or less be beaten up. Cui Lang was the grandson of the Prime Minister and had a respected status, so his subordinates would be even more domineering.

An Chui was like a dog that was not tied up tightly. In order to protect his master, he rushed forward and barked wildly.

Meng Huan stepped back, really afraid of Fengpi. Just when he was about to let two guards step forward to fight him, Cui Lang grabbed An Chui’s shoulders and pulled him back.

“You are so bold!” Cui Lang was angry and clasped his fists to Meng Huan. “Don’t blame me, sir. He is just a barbarian and doesn’t know etiquette. He speaks loudly and is very bold. Even I am often scared by him.”

Then he kicked him and said, “Don’t use your stuff to scare people. I’ve told you so many times! Apologize to the young master.”

An Chui was bent over by the kick, but his expression was no longer as defiant as before. He stared at Meng Huan with sharp eyes, reminiscent of a carnivorous eagle. He lowered his head.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Although his words were not sincere, he was polite. “I’m sorry for the rudeness.”

You Jin was still not giving up: “Watch your dog, if it really hurts my master, I will bring my head to you, even the gods!”

Cui Lang couldn’t help but laugh, and then clasped his fists: “I’m sorry.”

Meng Huan also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least he had saved his life. When he turned around, a figure came in from the door.

The old man who was buying plums was quite old. He came in with a hunched back and asked, “Young masters, it’s hot, can I have some water to drink?”

Cui Lang quickly responded: “Someone come! Pour the old man a glass of water!”

The ladle was handed to him, and he handed it to the old man, smiling and asking, “How much money did you make today, uncle?”

“There’s no money to be made. The plums are all rotten from the heat.”

This old man was one of the lowest class of people. His head was infested with lice, his body reeked of sweat, and he looked miserable.

Cui Lang shook his head and said, “It’s not easy.”

He just stood there and started chatting with the old man.

This scene was similar to the one in TV dramas where an honest official met with the people. Meng Huan couldn’t help but take another look at it.

After what happened to Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan discovered that many things he had seen in the original book were not what they seemed. This Cui Lang and Lin Bozhou are both rivals, so is he a good guy or a bad guy?

Was it right for the original owner to flee to Jianzhou?

He walked to the Lu Mansion thinking all the way and asked the doorman to inform him. After a while, the doorman came out and answered him: “Sir, our young master is not in the mansion. He has been to Mingtai Temple in the south of the city to escape the summer heat and prepare for the exam.”

“…”

After walking for such a long time and hearing that he was not there, Meng Huan felt numb.

But thinking it was inappropriate to hand the letter to a servant, he nodded and said, “Then I will go to Mingtai Temple to find him.”

There was no speech along the way, but returning empty-handed is also the norm in life. Although I didn’t find Lu Nanxing this time, I walked around the city and became more familiar with the road.

Halfway through the journey, the weather became extremely hot and humid, and a large mass of dark clouds gathered in the sky. In the hottest period of summer, it is very easy for sudden rainstorms to occur. You Jin quickly held up an umbrella and said, “Sir, let’s walk faster.”

Meng Huan turned his head and saw people on the street rushing home, running in a mess. The water gradually soaked the ground, and Meng Huan sighed when it soaked the soles of his shoes. He just jumped over a puddle and looked up to see a lot of people jammed in front of him.

Near an inn, all the people gathered around, squeezing the umbrellas to pieces, and someone said, “What’s going on? What’s going on? Let me see, too.”

Meng Huan thought there was something exciting going on and subconsciously walked forward.

The crowd of onlookers was so dense that he turned around but couldn’t get in. When he looked down, he saw a line of light red blood flowing through the rain, winding its way to the sole of his shoe, then flowing to a far distance and gradually dispersing.

“Blood?”

The next moment, Meng Huan raised his head and saw a gap between the two people. He finally saw what was happening in the middle of the crowd. There was a fat man lying on the ground, face to face, with his arms spread and legs apart, and blood was flowing out from under him.

Meng Huan always felt that the man’s lying posture was a little weird.

Various sounds rang in my ears.

“Oh my god, someone’s murdered!”

“This is the restaurant owner, Wang Laosi. I have been eating at this restaurant for ten years. I killed someone…”

“It was said that a group of outsiders got drunk and made trouble, molesting the young lady next to them. The boss went to mediate, but he was held down and his head was cut off with a knife!”

“…”

After hearing the vague sound, Meng Huan looked towards the center of the blood-red area to confirm. There was a bloody hole in the middle of the shoulder, and the flesh was plump with white stubble. The rain was pouring down, and Meng Huan couldn’t see clearly what it was at first, but now, he finally saw it clearly.

——It was a corpse with its head chopped off.

The chill that surged from his back suddenly spread throughout his body, as if a pair of hands were tightly pinching his neck. Meng Huan took a step back, knocking the umbrella out of You Jin’s hand. The cold water poured down on his head, and the blood-red color in his vision continued to expand.

Meng Huan looked away, but his whole body seemed to be in a trance, maintaining the same posture and unable to move.

Beside his ear, You Jin picked up the umbrella, “Young Master, Young Master?!”

The broken neck of the corpse kept replaying in front of his eyes, even though he had stopped looking at it. Meng Huan couldn’t move, and slightly widened his eyes. When he chose movies, he would cover the screen and watch horror movies, and he would vomit when he saw chickens being killed. This was the first time he saw a living beheaded corpse.

…This is a man whose head was chopped off.

His lips were pale. He turned his head and heard the sound of fine rain and rumbling thunder. You Jin screamed in a shrill voice, “Young Master is in a state of nightmare! Young Master is in a state of nightmare!”

It was unlucky for a healthy person to suddenly see a bloody corpse, and it was also easy for him to be haunted by the dead. You Jin quickly grabbed his wrist to prevent Meng Huan’s soul from being hooked away.

Meng Huan was completely shocked by the thought of his life disappearing before his eyes. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a dark brown figure on the rainy street. The figure was holding a bundle in his hand, with blood dripping from the bundle.

He was a middle-aged man, dressed somewhat similarly to An Chui, and was obviously a foreigner. He looked towards where the corpses were placed, looking calm, as if he was observing something.

Meng Huan’s mind went blank for a moment. For some reason, he broke free from You Jin’s wrist and ran towards the man. He shouted, “Catch him! Catch him!”

The guard was a little confused, but he still followed him.

The man seemed a little surprised. He glanced at Meng Huan with an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes, and then he dodged into the alley behind him.

Meng Huan ran into the alley and saw water dripping down the wall, leaving only footprints. The man stood on the high wall, staring at him. When lightning struck, his facial features suddenly appeared in the white light.

A heavy object was thrown down and stuck to the ground with a “bang”.

Meng Huan looked down and found that it was the head of the innkeeper. His lips were pale and his teeth were knocked out.

After Meng Huan returned home, the servants brought him hot water. He was soaked by the rain. His skin felt a little numb when he immersed himself in the hot water. After a moment, he felt the heat seeping into his bones.

You Jin was bending over through the door, saying, “My Lord, I don’t know. When my master saw the body on the ground, he suddenly ran into the alley. As a result, he actually saw the dead man’s head. This is bad. My master must have been haunted by an evil spirit.”

Lin Bozhou was covered in white gauze, holding the teacup and putting it back: “Evil ghost?”

“He’s haunted by a ghost! That’s right! Your Majesty, please ask Master Li to exorcise the evil spirit for the master, otherwise he will get sick!”

Lin Bozhou closed the tea lid and understood: “You can go down.”

The sound was quite far away. Meng Huan soaked in the water and scooped up a handful of hot water to wash his face vigorously. Staring at the vortex of backflow, his thoughts were still a little stiff, lingering on the face of the man under the thunder and lightning.

The face of the murderer.

This was the first time he had seen a dead person so directly since he came here. Meng Huan rubbed his face hard again, trying to wash away the discomfort caused by the rain.

Beside him, Lin Bozhou seemed to be coming over here. Meng Huan also came out of the water, and before he could dry himself off, he said, “You can’t see—”

Lin Bozhou stretched out a hand: “Hold it.”

Meng Huan clenched his hands. Lin Bozhou asked, “What’s going on?”

Meng Huan let out a breath.

“Are you scared?”

His voice was very soft, and his warm breath followed.

Meng Huan licked his lips, not knowing what to say, when his shoulders were hugged. Lin Bozhou sighed and patted his back gently: “You are really scared, our Huanhuan, the murderer really deserves death.”

The tolerance and understanding in his tone made Meng Huan relax instantly.

Somehow, I still feel a little aggrieved.

Meng Huan could feel the warm fragrance on his chest. Lin Bozhou gently pinched his pointed chin with one hand, leaned in close, and the breath of his nose brushed over him: “Okay, okay, it’s okay. Be careful when you go out next time, don’t go to crowded places, and ask a few guards to follow you.”

In the past, Meng Huan would be so scared that he would cover his ears whenever he saw him speak a little louder, let alone if he encountered someone killing someone.

Meng Huan forgot to nod, his mind was full of thoughts.

He rubbed his face hard in Lin Bozhou’s arms, making humming sounds, trying to wake himself up.

At that time, he saw that the man was wearing clothes similar to An Chui’s, and they were obviously foreigners. Meng Huan subconsciously rushed up to him, but he didn’t expect that the man was actually the murderer.

Although Meng Huan had almost forgotten the original book, some key plots seemed to be of great use as long as he could remember a little bit.

Especially… the original owner and An Chui fled to Jianzhou Guard to recruit soldiers.

At that time, the original owner finally escaped and went to the north, living in a humble status.

But Anchui was a hostage of a foreign race and was originally the little prince of the tribe. That was why they were able to start an uprising, recruit soldiers and accumulate strength. Later, they denounced Lin Bozhou and led Anchui’s Zhulizhen tribe to attack Dazong from the northeast to the south.

That’s war!

It’s a true political conspiracy article!

——In the book, there are thousands of lives.

If you die, you die.

Readers just want to watch the fun.

But after entering this book, these are all living lives. Do we really have to watch the war break out and foreign races invade Dazong?

Moreover, at that time, Lin Bozhou, as the commander-in-chief, would personally conquer the invading nomadic peoples. The battlefield was changing rapidly and full of dangers. Lin Bozhou put himself in danger many times and was seriously injured. He was knocked off his horse by swords and spears, and was shot in the arm by a bow and arrow.

“hateful……”

Meng Huan rubbed his head again, trying to recall.

When Lin Bozhou personally led the army to fight the invaders, the Qingliu faction in the court hid in the peaceful capital. They were obviously the party that was protected and guarded by him, but they took advantage of Lin Bozhou’s absence from the court to launch a fierce attack on him, cutting off his food and military pay, and not sending troops after receiving requests for help, deliberately trying to cause Lin Bozhou to suffer a disastrous defeat.

People are evil.

…Meng Huan used to read books just for fun.

Now, feeling the real body temperature and warm breath of Lin Bozhou in front of him, Meng Huan suddenly felt a chill on his back and was extremely scared.

No.

Meng Huanxin said: I have to protect him qwq.

FIFTY THREE
Just now, she was in a hurry to get out of the water to pick up Lin Bozhou. She didn’t wipe her body clean and only wore a thin undergarment. At this time, the water droplets almost penetrated the clothes, and the thin silk stuck tightly to her shoulders.

Lin Bozhou felt the moisture on his fingertips and frowned: “Are you done washing? Dry yourself, or you’ll catch a cold.”

He placed his hands on Meng Huan’s waist and back and hugged him gently. Meng Huan, who was thinking seriously, was suddenly pulled into his arms.

Leaning close to his arms, Lin Bozhou reached out and grabbed a clean handkerchief, undressed Meng Huan, and wiped him methodically.

Meng Huan’s fingers tightly grasped his shoulders: “Husband, I have something very important to tell you.”

“Hmm?” Lin Bo lifted the stern of the boat slightly, brushing his waist.

…Although she felt that he was serious, Meng Huan felt that he was not serious enough, and couldn’t help but mutter: “Listen to me.”

Lin Bozhou put his hand on his waist and hugged him into his arms again: “I’ll listen.”

Meng Huan licked his lips and spoke solemnly, trying not to look like a charlatan: “Do you know that many people want to kill you?”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Lin Bozhou smiled and said, “I know.”

Meng Huan felt a little depressed. After all, he had no idea how to help Lin Bozhou avoid disaster. He only had some memories from the original book, which he didn’t know if they would be useful.

“Then you have to be careful, really be careful.” He decided to avoid this topic and talk about the current focus, “There is a hostage in the Cui Mansion named An Chui, who may escape back to the tribe and lead troops to attack. I mean, why don’t we put him in prison now?”

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he looked at Lin Bozhou with sincerity on his face.

The expression says “I’m not lying to you!”

But Lin Bozhou paused for a moment, lowered his voice, and asked, “Proton?”

Meng Huan nodded: “Proton!”

Lin Bozhou had a smile on his lips, but the smile stopped.

After the great clan system was reformed, the system of vassalage was changed. Prefectures, states and counties were set up in ethnic minority areas, and the chiefs were appointed by officials from the imperial court. There was no need for the regions to send hostages to ensure their loyalty anymore, and the hostage system had long since declined.

——So, Bulk doesn’t have any protons.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, stroked Meng Huan’s face with his fingertips, and said without refutation: “Okay, I know, thank you Huanhuan for telling me.”

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, his expression delighted: “Okay! Then I have helped you!”

Lin Bozhou smiled and said yes, then wiped his hair with a towel: “Huanhuan was frightened today, be good, take a bath and go to bed.”

Meng Huan was very happy about the role he played.

——He had no idea that he, who never discussed political affairs, suddenly said such unfounded words. In addition, he was horrified by the death scene he had just seen in the afternoon and suspected that he was possessed by evil spirits. The situation was a little delicate.

Lin Bozhou gently fastened the buttons on his chest and asked, “Huanhuan, are you ready?”

“Well, let’s go back to sleep.” Meng Huan led him back to the bedroom. The lights in the huge palace were dim, and there was an indescribable chill in the shadows.

Meng Huan went to bed early, and Lin Bozhou still wanted to listen to books and letters. In the past, Meng Huan would sleep alone, and it was rare for him to grab Lin Bozhou’s wrist. His hand was small, and Lin Bozhou’s bones were wider and harder, so he was being pulled by his fingers, “Can you sleep with me? I’m scared.”

This is a rare opportunity. Lin Bozhou adjusted his schedule by himself. He said, “Okay, even if Huanhuan doesn’t say anything, your husband will accompany you.”

Meng Huan nodded, finally relieved.

He closed his eyes, and the cracks on the corpse in the heavy rain appeared before his eyes again.

An indescribable feeling of fear came over him, and Meng Huan felt cold all over. He turned his head and gently rubbed against Lin Bozhou’s arms.

Lin Bozhou had been hugging him very tightly, but the boy curled up in his arms with his legs together, and he really looked scared. A piece of white and thin wrist stuck out from the loose sleeves, tightly grasping the clothes on Lin Bozhou’s chest.

But Meng Huan’s mind was clear, and after a long pause she said, “Husband…”

Lin Bozhou: “Hmm?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Lin Bozhou gently pinched his chin and said, “When I came back from court, I wanted to go to bed right after I finished my work. It seems that Huanhuan is not tired enough.”

As he said this, Meng Huan realized something and looked up.

The shadow fell, blocking his lips.

Lin Bozhou said: “Then sleep when you are tired.”

Those who understand the meaning of the words will understand. Meng Huan blushed and felt his hand reaching out.

…

The kiss made him breathless, and the tip of his tongue felt numb. Meng Huan lay in the quilt with a flushed face, sweating a little, and feeling sleepy. He said, “I can sleep now…”

“Well, go to sleep.” Lin Bozhou said with a smile in his voice.

Meng Huan patted the quilt and fell asleep.

There was a restless heat floating in the gauze curtain. A strand of Lin Bozhou’s wet black hair stuck to his face. He lifted it up with his slender fingers, his expression calm but gloomy.

At this time, a soft voice came from outside the door: “My Lord.”

Lin Bozhou let You Jin support him and sat down outside the lattice door. You Jin spoke in a low voice.

“Your Highness, I have asked someone to invite Li Zhenren from the Great Gaoxuan Palace. When will he come to exorcise the evil spirit for the master?”

Lin Bozhou drooped his eyelashes and felt a little headache.

The word “proton” that Meng Huan said appeared in his mind again.

The Dazong dynasty lasted for more than 200 years, and the hostage palace had disappeared for decades. It was overgrown with weeds and had long been sold to officials to be used as a government office. Even the story of hostages was no longer mentioned in the storybooks. So why did Meng Huan mention a hostage?

You Jin’s face was full of worry: “The master is kind-hearted and can’t bear to see these people being beaten and killed. He was really scared at the time. His little face was pale. Even the old slave was scared to the point of losing strength in his legs. But I don’t know what happened to the master, he suddenly ran into the alley.”

Lin Bozhou motioned for him to continue.

“Oh, who would have thought that we would actually find a human head! The master is shouting that he has seen the face of the murderer, and he has to go to the government office to testify tomorrow!”

You Jin looked at Lin Bozhou cautiously: “Your Majesty, I heard a story before.”

Lin Bozhou: “Speak.”

“Some people, who have no place to seek justice after an unjust death, will possess the body of a living person, and use the living person to find the murderer and determine the cause of death,” You Jin said with a sad face. “I think our master is probably possessed by the ghost of an unjust death!”

“…”

Although Lin Bozhou couldn’t see it, he could feel the gaze turning to You Jin’s head.

Destiny and ghosts and gods are two topics that cannot be avoided.

Lin Bozhou paused, and suddenly remembered: “Who is An Chui?”

You Jin said hurriedly, “We went to the Lu Mansion to look for someone this afternoon. It was hot on the way, so we stopped by the temple to have some tea. Unexpectedly, we ran into Young Master Sun from Cui Ge Lao’s mansion and a playmate beside him.”

“Cui Han?”

You Jin shook his head. “No, it was the eldest grandson, Cui Lang. He also said that he wanted to play chess with the prince again and asked the master to introduce him.”

A moment of silence.

Lin Bozhou said softly: “Oh, it turned out to be him.”

The Go genius summoned into the palace by Emperor Xuanhe was the second person in the past ten years to beat Master Kongjie. Lin Bozhou didn’t hear any gossip that day, he just thought that this young man was good at Go. He didn’t expect that he was the eldest grandson of the Cui family.

You Jin continued, “An Chui was the name of that playmate. He was very wild and didn’t take our master seriously. We almost had a fight. I wondered if our master was frightened by him at that time, and then was frightened again when he saw the corpse, which is why the ghost of the dead was haunting him.”

Lin Bozhou tilted his head and looked in his direction.

He closed the lid of the teacup and said, “Go check who this An Chui is.”

You Jin sighed, and then said: “The Master Li from the Great Gaoxuan Palace——”

Lin Bozhou raised his hand: “Don’t look for it anymore.”

“……yes.”

After the voice beside him faded away, Lin Bozhou walked back to the bed in the dark, sat down on the bed by instinct, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Meng Huan fumbled for a while. As if he was looking for him subconsciously in his sleep, he held Meng Huan’s hand tightly. The boy was quiet and leaned his head on his arms obediently.

Jingzhao Prefecture Yamen.

The Tongpan of Jingzhao Prefecture was a plump, fair-faced man who was sitting in the yamen feeling sleepy. He had received a report yesterday that an innkeeper had been beheaded by a drunk guest. The scene was bloody, but it was too late yesterday, so the yamen runners asked him to come back tomorrow to appeal, and the case was delayed until this morning.

The judge yawned and was not in high spirits.

There are always many cases like this every year where drunk customers kill store owners, because drunk people become impulsive, and when they are impulsive they are more likely to commit crimes, so it is not uncommon to see such cases.

The judge asked the clerk, “Since the murder last night, has anyone come to say hello?”

Saying hello means that the dignitaries in the capital are coming to wink. This is Jingzhao Prefecture, the capital! There are officials everywhere! The most fearful thing when handling a case is that there are people behind it. If you don’t handle it properly and offend someone, someone will make trouble for your career in the future. Therefore, they handle cases smoothly, and usually have to see if there is any instruction from the dignitaries first.

The clerk said: "I can't tell from his background, and no one came to greet him. He’s just an innkeeper.”

The judge was relieved: “Well, then send them on a mission to summon the relatives of the deceased plaintiff and the witnesses.”

The judge walked slowly towards the hall, still yawning. The lives of ordinary people were not worth mentioning in the prosperous capital. He was willing to try the case immediately today, which could be called diligent. But before he got close, the bailiff suddenly ran over and knelt down in front of him: “Sir!”

The judge frowned: “Why are you so flustered and impatient? It’s not proper.”

The yamen runner’s face was filled with fear: “There’s a carriage parked outside the yamen. It seems to be… it’s… the carriage of the Prince Regent’s Palace!”

Regent?

The judge’s knees weakened, his yawns stopped, and his eyes widened.

In the lobby of Jingzhao Prefecture, Meng Huan stood with his eyelids drooping, a little silent.

The family members of the deceased knelt on the ground, their eyes were red and swollen, and tears were streaming down their cheeks.

Next to them, the body of the deceased was carried in and covered with a white cloth. After a hot night, the stinking odor of the corpse could be faintly smelled.

“Your Highness!” A voice came from the back hall. The judge in blue official uniform ran forward hurriedly, holding up the hem of his uniform with one hand, and almost fell down.

But just as his voice reached the front hall, a servant shook his head to stop him, with his finger raised to his lips: “Shh.”

The judge’s forehead was sweating. He was about to kneel down in front of the tall man in crimson royal robes in the crowd, but was helped up by the servants: “No, sir, you are the boss in the county government, you don’t need to kneel.”

Lin Bozhou nodded in his direction, covered with white gauze, and obviously invisible. Someone brought a chair over, and he sat down on it, saying, “Your Excellency can do whatever you want to do with the trial, don’t worry about me.”


The judge’s heart was pounding in his chest. He nodded quickly, took the complaint and read it word by word, re-read the reason for the murder, and then looked at the recorded witnesses.

“The complaint states that a witness saw the features of the murderer who cut off the head. Where is the witness?”

Meng Huan took a step forward: “Me.”

The judge managed to remain calm: “Please tell the truth.”

Meng Huan said: “When I passed by the crime scene yesterday, I saw a strange man next to him, holding a package with blood dripping from it. I heard that the group of outsiders dragged the boss outside the inn, cut off his head while talking and laughing, and then carried the head away while joking and laughing.”

The cruelty of their methods makes one’s back numb. It feels like there is no humanity in these outsiders.

“I saw the bloody package and chased after him. When the man escaped over the wall, I saw his face and retrieved his head.”

The relatives of the deceased cried out: “Please help me, sir!”

The judge fell into deep thought. After all, this was a brutal drunken murder case, without any twists and turns of injustice. Now, all they had to do was to catch the murderers.

The judge signaled to the painter beside him: “Record the prisoner’s appearance. Witnesses, please make your statement.”

Meng Huan recalled the scene last night in his mind.

In the rainstorm, the picture of the middle-aged man with his facial features illuminated for a moment against the lightning, his ferocious facial features, cold eyes, and indifference as if he was accustomed to killing people, made people think of a soldier rather than an ordinary person.

The painters at the side prepared their brushes and ink. In ancient times, the portraits of wanted criminals were all drawn by this group of people. They may not have seen their real faces, but their drawings were pretty close, except that they used thick lines and ink, which was rough.


Meng Huan stumbled over his descriptions, and what he drew was different from what he remembered. At this moment, Meng Huan realized that he was lacking in adjectives, and couldn’t help but ask, “Why don’t you let me draw?”

“Your Excellency can also paint?” the judge asked in surprise.

The fresh and handsome young man in front of me has fair skin and a lively and clear face, which reminds people of a stream under a clear summer sky. People can’t help but want to protect his cleanliness and dare not have any extravagant thoughts about him.

The judge glanced secretly at the silent regent again. This great god was obviously there to accompany him as a witness and was simply sitting beside him to give him courage.

As expected, the young man in front of him was the male concubine who caused a stir in the capital not long ago and was promoted to the principal wife by the Regent.

After this incident spread, all kinds of things were said.

“The Prince Regent has never married. So he has this special hobby?”

“What kind of stunningly beautiful man, intelligent and talented person would that be?”

“Alas, there is one more way to get rich, but it’s a pity that I’m not good-looking…”

Amidst the discussions, everyone from the officials to the common people were curious about the male concubine who conquered the regent. The judge couldn’t help but look at her again and again until he heard Qingling’s voice: “Can you give me the pen?”

The judge quickly came back to his senses and said, “Give the pen to the witness.”

Meng Huan changed to a brush with a thinner brushstroke and began to trace the paper. His posture when he started to paint was different from that of ordinary painters, and the way he started to paint seemed strange, but the painter looked at him with an expression that was almost surprised.

“What a fine painting style!”

Different from the popular landscape paintings, the human figures in the painting are standard, with dynamic postures, and look quite close to real people.

“Awesome, awesome!” the painter exclaimed in amazement.

With a painting like this, the murderer is obvious at a glance.

The more Meng Huan painted, the more the painter apparently recognized something and his expression became slightly solemn.

As he drew more and more, a tense atmosphere began to spread. The hall was quiet, with only the sound of Meng Huan’s brush.

Finally the painting was finished, the painter took the drawing paper and presented it to the judge. The two looked at each other in surprise and turned their gazes to Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou sat aside drinking tea and didn’t say anything.

The two of them were whispering. Meng Huan tilted his head in confusion and asked, “Did you see anything?”

The judge hesitated and said, “This man’s clothes are a bit strange. He wears a hat in such a hot day. He must have developed the habit of wearing a hat because he lives in a high and cold area. He wears both cloth and leather because he lives a nomadic life by hunting. Silk cloth is too expensive and difficult to obtain. The belt around his waist is used to tie up the knife and quiver, and the split pants are for riding convenience. This man is not a Han Chinese, but a northern nomad. But his clothes are more like Zhuli Zhenren from the northeast.”

——Zhu Li Zhenren.

There were ripples in Meng Huan’s mind.

That’s right, the man’s clothing and temperament were somewhat similar to An Chui, so Meng Huan chased after him.

Meng Huan nodded quickly: “That’s them!”

Meng Huan couldn’t help but shout in his heart.

Go catch it!

If he is related to An Chui, for example, if you happen to be here to take him back to the tribe, you must act quickly and capture An Chui so that everyone will be happy, so that they won’t raise an army to attack Dazong later!

Prevention is better than cure!

Go quickly!!!

But the judge’s expression was not that nervous. The relationship between the major ethnic groups was well-connected, and it was not uncommon for Zhu Li Zhenren to appear in the capital. He could not be exaggerated and accused of colluding with foreign races. Therefore, although it was sensitive, it was not to the point of paying special attention.

Therefore, the judge looked at Lin Bozhou, saw his expression, and said, “Now it’s easy to find the murderer. It’s just a drunken murder case, but the murderers are foreigners. We only need to check the people entering the city, post portraits in the inner city, and search everywhere to find the criminal.”

Lin Bozhou still did not nod or shake his head regarding this conclusion of the case.

There were distinct shadows on his eyebrows and eyes, and he sat upright in a slightly crude chair. His temperament was so elegant and noble that people dared not look at him for too long. High-ranking officials did not show their emotions, and it was harder than climbing to heaven to find a little admiration on his face.

The judge lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Alas, I don’t know whether the prince will approve of the case he handled.

Difficult.

The judge turned to comfort the relatives of the deceased: “Please accept my condolences. I will handle this case for you and will definitely catch the real culprit.”

After saying that, he slammed the gavel.

The case has come to this point, and the next step is the work of the government. Relatives and witnesses can go back.

But Meng Huan stood there, opened his lips, and seemed to want to say something.

So… should we hint to them that An Chui is in Lord Cui’s mansion?

This way, it would be easier to catch people, right?

But he turned to look at Lin Bozhou and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat. After returning to the carriage, Meng Huan asked, “Should I tell them about An Chui?”

He was really nervous.

This is a major matter concerning the safety of the border.

Extremely urgent.

He really didn’t want any problems to arise if they were not resolved.

But Lin Bozhou raised his hand and held his excited hand tightly, his palm was slightly cool, and the meaning of comfort was stronger: “Okay, your husband will go to check An Chui first, and if he finds out that he has any connection with this group of people, then we can investigate further, okay?”

“…”

Meng Huan curled his lips.

He could actually feel that Lin Bozhou was trying his best to cooperate with him so as to prevent Meng Huan from appearing too unreasonable.

After all, it is not reasonable to suddenly attack someone without any basis. When You Jin woke up this morning, he was still muttering that he was possessed by evil spirits and should drink some magic water to exorcise the evil spirits.

Meng Huan was a little depressed.

Fake book travel: The Emperor of Prophecy.

The true story of traveling through a book: being possessed by evil spirits.

“…”

If there is no evidence, and there is no way to be sure whether the story line will unfold as before, taking the initiative at this time will not only alert the enemy, but also may frame him. After all, the story in the book is always changing.

However, Meng Huan felt that he had achieved his goal as long as he could attract Lin Bozhou’s attention.

Meng Huan nodded: “Yeah, yeah.”

He turned his head and looked out of the carriage window.

I don’t know why he cares so much about An Chui’s affairs.

On the one hand, if An Chui escaped without taking him with him, he would probably never be able to escape from Lin Bozhou’s control in this life.

But on the other hand, if An Chui took me away, then I would probably live a life of love and hate with Lin Bozhou in this life, and it would be impossible for us to speak to each other in a friendly manner again.

Now, it seems that Meng Huan has reached a crossroads in his life. No matter which one he chooses, there is no turning back and he can no longer regret. He has to bear both the good and bad consequences himself.

The more Meng Huan thought about it, the faster his heart beat. His face even felt hot. He turned his head and looked at Lin Bozhou’s face.

The man was handsome, with a clear line from his nose to his jaw revealed under the white veil, and thin lips. He was extremely good-looking, but besides being good-looking, he also had a temperament that made people feel distant and cold.

…Lin Bozhou has poor eyesight. What if he becomes blind every now and then in the future?

Minus one point.

…Lin Bozhou was still busy, so he could only accompany him at night.

Minus one point.

…There is a huge gap between Lin Bozhou and him and they have no common language.

Minus one point.

Considering many aspects, if he were born in modern times, Meng Huan would not choose such a person to spend his life with. He hopes to find someone, do something that he is also interested in, and live a happy and ordinary life.

Meng Huan put his fingers on his clothes and said, “Hey.”

Lin Bozhou looked down at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Meng Huan asked: “Will your eyes always be like this?”

Lin Bozhou’s lips curved: “I don’t know.”

Meng Huan said “oh” and said nothing.

He was a little hesitant.

…Or should we just deduct ten points directly?

Meng Huan tried to deduct points calmly and rationally, but he had to give Lin Bozhou extra points, otherwise the score would be too low, and he would definitely be eliminated.

Meng Huan tried to think of his good points and imagine the things he would regret after leaving the palace.

——Nothing to do with Lin Bozhou anymore.

Meng Huan was stunned. As these words appeared, a subtle pain arose in his chest.

The mountains and rivers between me and Lin Bozhou were so far apart that I would never see him again and become his enemy.

Not liked by him, but hated by him.

“…”

Meng Huan supported his chin and fell into thought.

After a while, he solemnly added a line to his score sheet:

…I can’t bear to leave Lin Bozhou.

Add one hundred points.

FIFTY FOUR
After adding up and counting the scores, Lin Bozhou always got more points than he lost.

Meng Huan had never been in a relationship before, but a friend taught him that he could do addition and subtraction when considering whether to be with someone. If the scores were always high, then they might be a good match.

Meng Huan thought that Lin Bozhou’s score was just passing, and he reviewed the results in shock, not understanding why Lin Bozhou’s points could never be deducted.

It seems like every time I think of a reason to deduct points, I can immediately think of a huge reason to add points.

For example, being nice to him, being patient with him, letting him go to bed early, letting Shan Shushao assign him homework, and the most important thing is that Lin Bozhou treats him differently from others, really… he is very partial to him.

For example, I came to the yamen today specifically to listen to his testimony.

Normally, Lin Bozhou has poor eyesight and has little interest in going out of the house. However, when he heard that Meng Huan was nervous about going to the government office this morning, he said, “I will go with Huan Huan and listen by her side. Then Huan Huan will not be afraid.”

Indeed, Meng Huan was socially phobic and very afraid of officials. But with Lin Bozhou by his side, he had a clear mind no matter what he did.

Meng Huan lowered his head in pain.

Lin Bozhou was really nice to him.

That’s why he hoped that An Chui would hurry up and leave, and not stay in the capital, to avoid any more trouble. What if the world’s self-consciousness began to correct itself, and he was abducted to Jianzhou, that would be the end of him!

While Meng Huan was thinking about this, Lin Bozhou’s voice was hoarse beside his ear: “Huan Huan, do you mind my eyes?”

Meng Huan was stunned: “Ah?”

I finished with my mouth open, thinking that the two questions I asked might be ambiguous. Lin Bozhou’s eyesight is not good and he is very sensitive. I asked him when he would get better, and he might really be able to hear something unpleasant.

Meng Huan quickly said, “No.”

But I did deduct a few points from him because of his eye disease.

“…”

Meng Huan was a little nervous. After a while, he said, “Everyone is afraid of trouble, but——”

Lin Bozhou in front of him had pale lips, which he pursed lightly, and looked in the direction of Meng Huan. Perhaps the conversation just now made him a little distracted, and his slender fingers tapped the edge of the chair, as if thinking about something.

Meng Huan’s throat was blocked, and it was a bit difficult for him to say this, “I am willing to bear your trouble.”

After saying that, I felt much more relaxed.

Lin Bozhou is powerful and influential. Even if he is blind, he has a lot of eunuchs and servants around him, and any one of them can take good care of him. No matter what he does, he will not be a burden to Meng Huan.

But Meng Huan was also willing to hold his hand when he walked, willing to dress him, willing to put food in his bowl, willing to help him go to the toilet in the middle of the night, and take care of him. Meng Huan couldn’t say that he found it very interesting, but… he was willing.


Even if it wasn’t in the palace, Meng Huan thought, but in an ordinary small family, he would go out to the fields during the day and weave hemp at night, come back to eat a bowl of rice with Lin Bozhou, and then take him to the fields to check the harvest, and get into bed together at night, he would definitely have to serve him, well, he was very good at this.

Besides, they won’t have children, and life won’t be stressful. Lin Bozhou is good-looking, good at work, and obedient to him. It’s like raising an idle man who occasionally goes blind…

A scene appeared in front of him, and Meng Huan’s ears felt inexplicably hot.

——Although Lin Bozhou provides all my food, clothing and other expenses, I feel pretty good when I occasionally fantasize about supporting him myself.

He thought about it for a long time, and Lin Bozhou seemed to smile and gently held his hand.

He sighed, “Huanhuan is the best to me.”

“…”

Meng Huan turned to look at him.

When I heard these words, I don’t know why, but a warm feeling surged in my heart.

Are you so happy just by saying that you are willing to bear his trouble?

Meng Huan couldn’t help himself, and moved closer uncontrollably, kissing him on the corner of his lips.

Silently chanting in my heart:

I’ll treat you better –

When he returned to the palace, the imperial physician was already waiting in the hall, waiting to treat Lin Bozhou’s eyes.

The treatment method is nothing more than acupuncture and taking medicine every day.

Doctor Zhou looked solemn, quietly waiting for Lin Bozhou to cooperate with the treatment. According to Lin Bozhou’s usual temperament, he was not very attentive, lazy, and even had some rare rebelliousness.

But today, when Lin Bozhou came, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and half of his head popped out from behind him. It was his little wife.

Perhaps it was because Meng Huan kissed Lin Bozhou in the carriage, and he was in a good mood. After sitting down, You Jin took off his white veil.

Meng Huan watched from the side, staring at the fine needles eagerly, and asked every time one was inserted: “Does it hurt?”

“Does it hurt?”

“Does it hurt?”

“oops……”

Meng Huanxizi held her heart in her hands, feeling deeply saddened.

Doctor Zhou could hardly hold the needles steady. He wanted to ask if the strangers could leave while he was treating patients. He controlled his strength and resisted the urge to drive away the others. He finally used up all the needles.

Each treatment lasted about half an hour. After the treatment, Doctor Zhou was about to leave. Before leaving, he asked, “Can the prince see a shadow in front of his eyes?”

Lin Bozhou: “I can’t see it.”

Doctor Zhou stroked his beard and said, “I understand. Your Highness, please use the medicine as usual.” After saying that, he left.

Seeing that he hadn’t come up with a clear answer, Meng Huan asked, “How many more days will it take?”

Lin Bozhou washed his hands, water dripping from his fingertips, and said calmly: “Occasionally one or two days, three to five days, sometimes more than ten days, I’m not sure.”

Meng Huan sighed: “Ah.”

I always feel that it will be a waste of time if I continue like this.

“There’s no rush,” Lin Bozhou said with a smile on his face, “Huanhuan, do you want to practice calligraphy in the afternoon? Your husband will accompany you.”

Meng Huan’s mood suddenly became much more cheerful. When Lin Bozhou accompanied him to the calligraphy class, it really felt like there was someone behind him. Shan Shu didn’t dare to be mean to him, nor did he dare to hit him with a ruler. Shan Shu was old and sometimes dozed off, but he was very polite and dignified in front of Lin Bozhou, so he didn’t dare to sleep.

In the past, when Lin Bozhou’s old illness recurred, the atmosphere in the palace was dead silent, for fear that one mistake would upset Lin Bozhou, make him feel annoyed or reprimand him. But now, Lin Bozhou said, “Let all the idle people come out and take a look around.”

It means to let everyone in the mansion take a rest. This sentence can only be heard during festivals.

Beside the lotus pond, the breeze was blowing gently. Meng Huan lowered his head and dipped the brush into ink. He finished writing the words he had to memorize today, and Shan Shu also put away his brush and ink.

A passionate voice rang in my ears: “Greetings, Prince and Princess.”

Meng Huan looked up. The man was handsome, with a pair of charming eyes and affectionate eyes. He smiled and looked down at the words he wrote: “What did the princess learn today?”

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, then recognized that this was Shen Qingyu, the son of the Minister of Revenue whom he had met before.

He seemed quite familiar with the man. Before Meng Huan agreed, he said, “Thousand Character Classic? You haven’t finished learning it yet, hahaha. Your Highness was very smart back then. I remember that he could recite it by heart when he was only three or four years old. Hahaha, why does Your Highness want to learn it now? That’s great. I have to say that Your Highness should also experience the difficulties faced by ordinary people. It’s just that our princess has worked hard.”

Meng Huan: “…”

In the original book, this person has a very good relationship with Lin Bozhou. He has a humorous personality, is very friendly, and has no sense of distance from others. Therefore, he is very popular.

Meng Huan covered the paper with his hands and turned to look at Lin Bozhou: “He said I’m stupid?”

Lin Bozhou paused and said with a smile, “Shen Er couldn’t solve the teacher’s questions at Qinglu Academy, and he drew pictures of beauties on paper, which also went viral. So don’t make fun of my wife.”

Neizi means wife at home.

Meng Huan glanced at him and his ears turned red.

Shen Qingyu had a pitiful face: “The prince attacked me. I was scolded by my wife at home and scolded by the prince when I went out. I was neither a human being nor a human being.”

Lin Bozhou ignored him and asked, “Did your father ask you to come?”

“Yes,” Shen Qingyun glanced around and spoke in a sloppy manner, “Your Highness is really straightforward. It’s really boring without any foreplay. I don’t know if the princess has scolded you for being boring—”

Chen An coughed, his old face slightly embarrassed.

Meng Huan understood and opened his eyes slightly wide with a very complicated expression.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and said, “You can say less dirty words.”

“…” Shen Qingyu smiled and nodded, “My father asked me to ask about the money division.”

Lin Bozhou was still sitting, but his back was leaning against the chair, and he had obviously sat up straight. “What do you mean?”

“My father is pushing for it,” Shen Qingyu took a sip of tea, “the salt tax collected during the inspection went into the treasury, and we heard there was a surplus, so the various cabinets came up and asked for money. One moment, there was a drought in Yu Prefecture and they needed money, the next moment there was a flood in Anhui Prefecture and they needed money, the mausoleum that His Majesty was building needed money, the military pay needed money, the navy needed money, the royal family also came to ask for money, and the overdue salaries of the civil and military officials also needed money. My father meant to spend the money quickly, spend it at the critical moment, so as to avoid being asked questions all the time.”

Meng Huan originally wanted to leave, but Lin Bozhou did not mean to avoid him. Seeing these people chatting animatedly, he could not help but prick up his ears and try to understand.

Lin Bozhou said calmly, “What did Elder Cui and Chen Cifu say?”

“Lord Cui meant to pay the most important things first, such as the mausoleum of His Majesty, military pay, and money for the navy. Border disasters are rising from time to time, and the Japanese invasion has just subsided, so we have to be prepared. Chen Ci Fu meant to reassure the people first and pay the money to the disaster-stricken areas. The people in Henan and Anhui can’t afford to eat, and if they are pushed to the limit, they will cause chaos.”

Meng Huan looked to the left, then to the right, not quite understanding what he was saying.

“What does your majesty say?”

“Your Majesty wants to build a mausoleum and a chess palace to enshrine the Go masters from the previous dynasty to the present. He said that he would move to the chess palace to eat and sleep in the future.” Shen Qingyu’s expression was serious.

Lin Bozhou frowned, his expression becoming more serious. He did not express his opinion, but asked again, “What does your father think?”

Shen Qingyu said, “My father thinks that we should allocate some to each department to save some money. The people must be appeased, and no one can bear the consequences if something happens. All officials should pay the long-awaited ones first, and the others can wait. As for military pay, Liaodong is the most urgent, so it must be allocated. There is also your mausoleum… Your mausoleum is still young, so there is no need to rush…”

Lin Bozhou finally nodded: “Your father is a loyal and patriotic man.”

Shen Qingyu chuckled, “But my father’s words don’t count. Although he manages the money, the approval and draft bills are all in the hands of the Cabinet and the Imperial Household Department. They are all in the hands of Elder Cui, Chen Ci Fu, and the prince.”

Meng Huan looked around again, trying to understand better.

Lin Bozhou spoke up: “Your father doesn’t want to give the money to His Majesty, so you want me to be the villain again?”

Shen Qingyu laughed: “If the prince doesn’t do this evil thing, no one else will dare to do it. We also know that His Majesty will listen to no one else except the prince.”

Lin Bozhou was quiet for a rare moment.

Emperor Xuanhe was a little child, and he liked whoever gave him what he wanted.

For example, now that he wants the mausoleum and the chess palace, the two cabinet ministers know that the finances are tight and the people are in distress, but they still remember to leave some spare money for Emperor Xuanhe, just to win the emperor’s favor.

But if he said that he would not give money to Emperor Xuanhe, Emperor Xuanhe would definitely be angry. If he lost the emperor’s favor, his life and death would depend on a single thought.

Lin Bozhou hummed: “Tomorrow I will go to the palace and ask His Majesty’s opinion.”

“That’s great.” Shen Qingyu stated his father’s words in detail. He picked up the tea bowl and took another sip. He saw Meng Huan frowning and thinking beside him.

He smiled: “How do you think the money should be divided, Princess?”

“…”

Meng Huan didn’t expect that this topic would come up with him.

“Ah? You’re asking me?”

Meng Huan subconsciously glanced at Lin Bozhou, as if he was suddenly called upon in class. He was a little confused and had no time to think about it. He tentatively asked, “The bulk of the money should be given to the people?”

“yes.”

Shen Qingyu smiled approvingly, but there seemed to be some pain in her smile.

“See, the princess knows this is the truth, but there are people in the court who don’t do it this way.”

There was a gentle breeze beside the lotus pond, and the human voices became extremely quiet without anyone noticing.

Then your court…is pretty bad.

Meng Huan repeated this sentence in his mind but did not say it out loud.

He knew it was Lin Bozhou’s turn to speak, so he turned his head away again.

Lin Bozhou looked a little serious, and said, “General Mao Chengchang has been asking for military pay in Liaodong every year. He didn’t say anything when we didn’t give it to him before. Why is he asking for it so urgently this year?”

Shen Qingyun’s eyes widened, and he was puzzled for a while: “This is what Lord Cui meant. He thinks that it has been owed for many years. If it is not paid, Liaodong’s military will be weakened. Previously, some of the scattered Zhu Lizhen tribes who did not return to the country would invade the south from time to time, which was very annoying. If the military is really weakened, once the northeastern border is provoked, I am afraid that the shame of the capital being conquered by the Jin people will repeat itself.”

Zhu Lizhen, military preparation, border conflict.

Hearing this, although it was very difficult for Meng Huan, he finally understood from a few key words that they were discussing the Zhulizhen tribe.

——That is the tribe of Andui.

Lin Bozhou looked very cold and sneered, “Every year, Mao Chengchang sent memorials to the capital, stating that the border defense is stable and the military equipment is sufficient, so Your Majesty should not worry. ‘The Hu people dare not go south to herd horses, and the soldiers dare not bend their bows to complain’, why did he suddenly start to cry poor this year?”

Shen Qingyu scratched her hair, looking puzzled: “I don’t know.”

Lin Bozhou put down the tea bowl in his hand.

He only said one word: “Hide.”

After Shen Qingyu left, the pavilion became too hot and stuffy to stay in, so Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou, “Are you going home?”

Lin Bozhou held his hand and stood up, “I was just about to write a letter.”

Meng Huan looked at him and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to be busy again?”

Lin Bozhou gently held his hand and said, “Be good.”

Meng Huan shook his head: “You are busy, and I can’t control you.”

Hearing this, Lin Bozhou’s lips curled up slightly, not knowing whether to laugh or not, “What does Huanhuan mean by this?”

Meng Huan blinked: “It means that my suggestions are useless.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou in confusion. The man suddenly moved closer, his breath fell in front of him, their noses touching, and he said in a low voice: “Huan Huan is angry?”

When asked this, Meng Huan quickly shook his head: “I’m not angry.”

He really never thought that he could control Lin Bozhou.

If one really wants to control him, at least one cannot eat and drink all his food and drinks. It would be better to imagine that there is something strange with him, and farm together. Lin Bozhou eats his food, and Meng Huan will have the mind to control him.

Meng Huan said seriously: “Take care of yourself.”

The breath in front of me paused briefly.

After a moment, Lin Bozhou nodded, “Okay, thank you Huanhuan, your husband will pay attention to it.”

Back in the study, Lin Bozhou found Chen An and asked him to write a letter for him. Meng Huan took a clean peach and sat in a chair beside him, chewing it while reading, chewing it like a rabbit.

Lin Bozhou was blind, so he wrote the letters by reciting them in his mind and reading them out loud, while Chen An helped him write.

After writing the two letters, Chen An took out a box from the locked cabinet, opened it with a small lock, and took out a jade seal with Lin Bozhou’s name engraved on it.

As long as the letter bears this seal, it proves that it is authorized by Lin Bozhou. No matter who sees it, they must follow the instructions in the letter.

Meng Huan quickly spun the peach, and just as he was about to throw away the core, something suddenly occurred to him.

It seemed as if some memory was about to come out, but in the end nothing happened.

…What have you forgotten again?

Meng Huan shook his head, but still couldn’t remember.

After Chen An stamped the letter, he put the seal back into the box, locked it, and placed it in the most conspicuous place on the antique shelf. Lin Bozhou and the servants came to the study every day, so it was easy to see whether the seal was lost.

The seal gave Meng Huan an increasingly familiar feeling.

His memory is not very good, and sometimes he can only remember what the plot line is after it is right in front of him.

Meng Huan’s headache was still of no use, so he went to hold Lin Bozhou’s hand and said, “Let’s take a break!”

The tone is lively and particularly happy.

Lin Bozhou then stood up, with a smile on his lips, and stared quietly in the direction of Meng Huan.

The medicine arrived. Meng Huan took the bowl, scooped a spoonful and blew it cool, then put it to Lin Bozhou’s lips, “It’s time to take medicine tonight~”

You Jin and his attendant, who were standing beside them, looked at this and also went out with a smile on their faces.

After all, this is their two masters’ private time, and it is very likely that they will start to get intimate while drinking the medicine, so everyone should avoid it.

Lin Bozhou sat in a chair, half-raising his chin. Perhaps he had taken too many medicines in the past few days. A medicinal scent wafted through his clothes, his lips were pale, and there was a sickly look between his eyebrows.

He opened his lips and took the spoon that Meng Huan handed over.

“…”

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of resemblance rushed into his mind. Meng Huan couldn’t bear to see him holding it in his mouth, so he quickly took out the spoon and scooped another spoonful of medicine soup.

The medicine smells particularly fishy and bitter.

Meng Huan took a look and said, “It seems that Doctor Zhou added another medicine today. Has the taste changed?”

Lin Bozhou was sick and listless, “It’s painful whether I change or not.”

“How hard is it?”

Meng Huan was a curious baby. He couldn’t help but scoop a spoonful of the medicine soup, leaned in and took a sip. The bitter taste began to spread on the tip of his tongue. Meng Huan groaned, “It’s really bitter! I must never get sick again!!!”

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Then, with a half-smile, “Huanhuan’s mouth is already bitter?”

Meng Huan didn’t quite understand the meaning of this sentence. He nodded, and his shoulders were gently pressed down by him. His hand touched his ears and neck, and the bitter and fishy smell of medicine came up with a cool breath.

Meng Huan put down the bowl and said hurriedly: “No, no, no, no!”

Lin Bozhou’s fingers clung up like a cold snake, and his lips moved closer. With a laugh, he kissed her wetly, laughing as he kissed her, “Your mouth is already bitter, what are you afraid of?”

The rich flavor of Chinese medicine melted on the tip of the tongue. Meng Huan clenched Lin Bozhou’s collar with his fingers and held it tightly, trying to push him away, but his hand also reached up, and his thumb pressed against the back of Meng Huan’s head, like fixing a kitten so that it could not move, and he kneaded it to his heart’s content and kissed him deeply.

“Woo woo…”

Meng Huan uttered two pitiful noises, but soon the kiss made his mind a mess and he felt a comfortable tingling sensation.

Lin Bozhou is really good at kissing.

He is a beast in human clothing who appears to be well-dressed. He is mature in mind and good at controlling everything. Even when they kiss, Meng Huan has to be controlled by him and can only be forced to endure his kiss.

However, Lin Bozhou has a good habit. He has a strong sense of empathy and knows whether Meng Huan is willing or not, and whether he is comfortable or not, so he will not really force him.

The sound between lips and teeth was a little sticky, the smell of medicine became very light, and the atmosphere was incredibly hot.

Meng Huan had his jaw pinched by his hands, and a bubbling feeling of weakness surged through his limbs, as if all his strength had been drained away. He also felt as if a tree had grown in his spine, supporting his waist and bending it slightly.

The tip of Meng Huan’s nose was red, the corners of his eyes were wet, and his lips were bitten red.

I heard Lin Bozhou sigh with joy.

Meng Huan was moved and couldn’t help but let out an unbearable small “Ah~”

The breath at the corners of his lips became even more moist, and Lin Bozhou’s voice was filled with a smile.

The tone was like that of a demon tempting one to fall.

“Huanhuan is awesome…”

“…”

Meng Huan was confused, and Lin Bozhou’s intermittent voice was in his ears, “If it weren’t for going to court, I would like to stay in bed every day and do that kind of thing.”

He sighed again: “…It’s really crazy.”

Meng Huan opened his eyes slightly. He also felt that it was incredible that Lin Bozhou, who was always a roll king, would say such a thing.

When the king does not hold court early in the morning, who would still care about holding court when there are people around him?

Lin Bozhou bit Meng Huan’s belt with his teeth and gently pulled it open: “Huanhuan, can you turn off the lights earlier today?”

Meng Huan knew what he was going to do. With the remaining rationality, he pointed to the medicine bowl beside him and said, “Medicine, the medicine is not finished yet——”

He just bent down and took a step, stretching out his finger to hook the medicine bowl, when he was grabbed by the waist and dragged back, and forcefully held on Lin Bozhou’s legs, with big hands on his waist, holding him firmly.

Lin Bozhou reached out for the medicine bowl, put it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

Meng Huan’s clothes were torn open by him, revealing her fair shoulders. She couldn’t help but cover her eyes: “… Doctor Zhou said that we shouldn’t have sex too frequently recently.”

Although he and Lin Bozhou did not do it from morning to night as in the novel, they had to integrate with each other every night.

Meng Huan has a well-behaved personality and always listens to his teachers or doctors.

He sincerely suggested, begging for mercy: “Your Majesty, let’s forget it. It will hurt your body…”

Lin Bozhou’s lips curled up slightly.

His tone was calm, yet he could hardly suppress his out-of-control attitude: “It’s okay, let’s take the tonic together tomorrow.”

FIFTY FIVE
It’s late at night and everyone is asleep.

The caressing of the smooth skin spread out a few wisps of light heat.

Meng Huan wiped her hair with a handkerchief and pushed it back behind her ears, revealing her fair face and earlobes. She rested her head on Lin Bozhou’s neck, curled up her legs like a kitten, and nodded sleepily.

This dose of medicine was almost fatal, but Lin Bozhou was full of energy while Meng Huan was in great pain.

When Meng Huan was half asleep and half awake, he saw the naked shoulders and neck of the man in front of him, frowned, raised his hand and hooked his shirt to Lin Bozhou’s collar: “You must observe male ethics.”

“…”

So as to avoid being seduced by him again.

Meng Huan flipped his fingers over and clapped them again, “Sleep!”

In the darkness, Lin Bozhou raised his lips silently.

He leaned close to Meng Huan’s ear and whispered, “Tomorrow your husband will go to court. Do you agree?”

Meng Huan was stunned: “Are you really going…”

“I have something to discuss with His Majesty. I will be back soon.”

Meng Huan was obviously too sleepy to say anything, but he curled his lips and said, “Okay then.”

Lin Bozhou touched his face with his fingertips, felt the wrinkles on his brows, and couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips slightly.

She was grumbling and was really dissatisfied with him.

Lin Bozhou has been educated in Confucianism and etiquette since he was a child. If he hadn’t had an eye injury, he might have become a very upright person. But after the eye injury, Lin Bozhou’s heart was filled with more and more shadows, but he couldn’t release them in front of his father and mother.

Later, he became fond of hunting. He liked the blood and screams of prey when their throats were pierced by arrows. He also liked releasing his murderous urge in his mind during power struggles. At that time, he could feel that his rationality had returned a little.

He had many dark sides that were unknown to others, such as the twisted desires after he took off his clothes and the endless ugliness after he became blind… Meng Huan, who was lying beside him, knew all of this.

It feels so good to be accepted by everyone.

Lin Bozhou cruised in the current darkness for a moment and couldn’t help laughing out loud –

Early in the morning, the seat next to me was empty.

Meng Huan felt a little confused when she woke up and groped around. Sitting on the bed, she felt like a widow.

You Jin said, “The prince has gone to court.”

“…”

Meng Huan pinched his brows, thinking of what Lin Bozhou whispered in his ear last night, and couldn’t help but pursed his lips.

The palace seemed to have become more spacious and quiet again, and I felt particularly lost. The boring time was not long, and someone from the government sent a letter: “The murderer of the alien race has been caught, and the government has sent the yamen runners, and specially invites the princess to go and identify him.”

Meng Huan was originally holding his head up in a daze, but after hearing these words, he became interested: “Let’s go and take a look.”

The yamen runner was very respectful. “When the young master and the prince arrived that day, the magistrate immediately issued an order for us to search the entire city without delay. We caught the man in the inn of Piaoxiang Restaurant in the east of the city last night. This morning, we specially presented it to the young master.”

Meng Huan asked: “How many did you catch?”

“According to the initial eyewitness, there was more than one person, but the others have not been caught yet. Once this person is tortured and forced to confess, he will definitely reveal his accomplices.”

Meng Huan arrived at the yamen.

The man that day changed into prison clothes and knelt on the ground. Beside him stood other people who came to identify the murderer. He looked like he had been severely tortured. Blood was oozing from his back, his hair was disheveled, and his pair of hawk-like eyes were staring at the hall half-dead.

The yamen runners nearby looked angry and one of them kicked him.

“brute!”

“I really want to kill him.”

The judge also looked solemn: “Yesterday, our bailiffs went to arrest him, but he killed two of them.”

Hearing this, Meng Huan’s chest shook, and he was extremely surprised. He turned to the judge and asked, “Someone in the government office died on duty?”

“Yes. These foreigners have no etiquette or culture, but they are all brave and strong, with the habits of wild beasts. This man…” The judge walked around and hooked his chained hands with his boots. “His palms are covered with calluses. He has been holding knives and riding horses for many years. He is also ruthless when killing people. He is not like an ordinary foreigner who comes to the capital to do business. Instead, he is more like a soldier in the foreign army.”

Soldiers in the army?

That has a greater connection with An Chui, who will eventually rebel.

Meng Huan’s mood was unusually turbulent. After leaving the government office, he signaled You Jin, “We have to tell Lin Bozhou about this.”

You Jin was no longer surprised by him calling him the prince by his name, “Then shall we go back home first?”

Meng Huan, “I won’t go back home. I’ll go outside the palace and wait for him to finish his court.”

Just after Meng Huan left, another person came to the yamen. He was wearing the clothes of ordinary people, but his brows and eyes were gentle, and he walked slowly. It was obvious that he wanted to conceal his identity and not be discovered.

He walked to the yamen and asked the yamen runner on duty: “Is Judge Lu of your yamen here? Please ask him to see me.”

Lu Pan was the judge in charge of hearing this case of beheading of a foreigner.

The yamen runner was furious: “The magistrate is busy, not everyone can see him! Get lost!”

The man looked calm, not angry at his temper. Instead, he took out a letter from his sleeve and said in a muffled voice, “This is something our master asked us to deliver.”

The bailiff glanced down.

There were words written on the letter and a seal on it.

When he saw those words, his face turned pale and cold sweat dripped down his face. He almost wanted to slap himself and ran inside quickly.

“I will report it right away.”

On a hot summer day, the scorching sun shines on the buildings and walls of the capital, casting a vast expanse of white light and shadow.

The weather is hot, but there are still many people traveling. You can tell that this is the capital city, with its hustle and bustle, and an indescribable prosperity and elegance.

Meng Huan sat in a private room in the teahouse, drinking herbal tea while You Jin fanned him, causing powder to fall off his face.

Meng Huan said, “Stop fanning me. Sit down and take a rest.”

You Jin sighed, then took a sip of the herbal tea beside him.

“The prince is blind, how will he handle official documents in the cabinet today?” As soon as Meng Huan calmed down, he couldn’t help but think about Lin Bozhou, his eyes looking at the imperial city not far away.

You Jin smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Master. Someone will read it to him.”

“What’s the big deal? You have to go back to the court before your eye disease is healed?”

You Jin smiled and said, “Of all the things in the world, the most important thing is the money distribution. It is only natural for Your Highness to worry about this.”

Meng Huan took another sip of herbal tea listlessly and said, “Okay.”

The boy propped up his head, like a cat that has been waiting for its owner to open the door for a long time, scratching with his little paws, his patience completely gone, “When will he – leave – the court – ah –“

The word “ah” is dragged out particularly long.

“I don’t know about this, old servant.” You Jin patiently poured tea into his cup.

The weather was hot, and Meng Huan drank a lot. After a while, he stood up and said, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

You Jin hurriedly said, “This old servant will serve you, sir.”

He didn’t really serve Meng Huan. He usually just waited for him outside the wall. After all, they were really worried about him.

Meng Huan did not deny it and just hummed.

This is a small but relatively quiet restaurant. On the side facing away from the sun, the grass and trees are lush and green. The toilet is just behind a bamboo door in front.

Meng Huan went in. It was dark inside and very wide and deep, probably for the convenience of guests.

When Meng Huan tied the rope, he heard a rustling noise.

He was stunned for a second and felt something approaching from behind.

People usually have this kind of intuition, that is, they suddenly feel that someone is looking at them somewhere in the room. Although most of the time it is an illusion, it still makes people feel creepy and chilling.

Meng Huan was a little confused and wanted to turn around, but there was a “click” sound behind him.

The word “Fuck!” was strangled in his throat. A handkerchief covered his nose and mouth. The strong smell of medicine entered his nose. Meng Huan’s shoulders suddenly went limp as if he had been punched, and he felt dizzy.

His eyelids drooped and he was dragged out of the bamboo raft door. He could still see with his eyes and was conscious, but it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body and he could not exert any strength.


In front of him was a face with high eyes and deep nose, with clear contours, not much like the appearance of a Central Plains person. When Meng Huan walked outside the bamboo raft door, he found You Jin lying on the ground, and the two guards also fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were knocked unconscious or killed.

When he saw this scene, an indescribable feeling of anger filled Meng Huan’s chest.

The man dragged him to the wall and with such great strength he lifted him up easily. Just then, a pair of hands stretched out from the outside of the wall and caught him.

“Bang——” Meng Huan fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

Then, a black veil was put on her and she lost her vision.

He was obviously thrown into the carriage at random, with his hands tied behind his back. As the wheels of the carriage rolled, his shoulders hit the wooden boards with a thumping sound. Meng Huan’s jaw, which was covered by his hair, was pale and in great pain, but he had no strength in his body to support himself to get up.

He remained conscious the entire time.

He didn’t expect that there was a kidnapping plot in the book.

Who kidnapped him? Lin Bozhou’s political enemies?

Why did they kidnap him? To threaten Lin Bozhou?

…And will anything happen to me?

In the carriage, someone could be vaguely heard speaking in a language he couldn’t understand.

The carriage kept moving. It was unknown how long it had been moving. As the effect of the medicine wore off, the stickiness in Meng Huan’s fingers gradually faded, and he could feel the force and flex and extend his fingers. However, the pain from his wrists being tied with ropes became even stronger.

A feeling of exhaustion surged in Meng Huan’s heart. He still couldn’t believe it – the protagonist would also be kidnapped???

“boom—”

Being thrown to the ground mercilessly like a steamed bun was the brutality and violence that Meng Huan hated the most. He tried his best to force himself to calm down and face what would happen next positively, but he inevitably thought of Lin Bozhou in his mind.

I was angry and speechless all the way, but when I read these three words, I felt a surge of grievance in my heart.

——Lin Bozhou never tied him up!!!

Above my head, a voice sounded: “The person who painted Anur’s portrait has been found?”

“Found him. Anur was captured by the Han court. He said that he would rather die than expose our whereabouts and purpose. He is a great hero, but he should not have died.” The voice was rough.

Meng Huan felt that he was knocked over by something, revealing his face.

“Whoever makes Anur bleed should shed an equal amount of blood. Whoever causes Anur to be beheaded should have his head cut off.”

The sunlight flickered, and Meng Huan’s eyes were filled with a white snow. A figure approached and put a scimitar to his throat. His skin suddenly felt a sharp and stinging tremor.

“Ah?” A somewhat surprised boy’s voice.

Meng Huan finally saw more clearly.

An Chui’s whip fell from his neck, his eyes lowered, the scimitar in his hand, pressing the back of the knife against Meng Huan’s thinnest blood vessels, and the fair skin was dyed red.

An Chui smiled and said, “Is it you?”