SEVENTY ONE
Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks.
In front of him, Lin Bozhou sat down on the stool in front, half supporting his forehead, looking down at him with narrow eyes, a faint smell of alcohol floating on his breath.
He just sat there and watched Meng Huan eat, his eyes so affectionate that they seemed to drown people.
“…” With a sluggish look in his eyes, Meng Huan felt embarrassed for letting him look at him. He picked up his chopsticks and asked slowly, “Why did you come here?”
Lin Bozhou said calmly, “I didn’t see you at the banquet, and I guessed you were alone in the yard. I was afraid you would be lonely, so I came here.”
There was toasting and feasting in the front mansion. Thinking that Meng Huan would have to stay alone in the back mansion, Lin Bozhou didn’t know why, but it was even more unbearable than when he was aroused by him at night. He said hello to Chen An and came over.
Meng Huan lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes to watch him eat, and asked after a while: “Have you packed your luggage for the army?”
“It’s all packed.”
Lin Bozhou got up and went to the room where Meng Huan slept, and opened the bundle Meng Huan had tied up to check. Inside was Meng Huan’s painting supplies and paper, a few clothes, and a thicker cotton jacket that Chen An had asked to put in and send to the luggage cart later, and he would carry the bundle.
The furnishings in the house were also simple and crude.
Lin Bozhou stood and watched for a while, then took Meng Huan’s wrist with his big hand, supported his narrow waist and hugged him into his arms: “Huanhuan, are you tired these days?”
“I’m not tired. I’m not the kind of rich girl.” Meng Huan was afraid that he would worry. “I’m used to living in Uncle Chen’s yard.”
Lin Bozhou frowned, and his eyes moved slightly under his eyelashes. Meng Huan was used to living here. He was an ordinary person in modern times, and in this book, he was also from a small official family. Unlike Lin Bozhou, who was born as a son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix, and was used to seeing gold, jade, silk and satin, he thought Meng Huan couldn’t adapt either.
Meng Huan raised her hand and touched his face: “Are you feeling drunk, my husband?”
Lin Bozhou: “No.”
Meng Huan still insisted: “But didn’t you see me? Go back and rest. You don’t have to stay here.”
He felt that Lin Bozhou was not used to it and could go back…
But I heard a slight laugh.
“Are you willing to let me go back?” Lin Bozhou bowed his head, looking into his eyes with his dark eyes. “We will be marching tomorrow. It will be even harder for Huanhuan and me to meet at the march. Tonight is our last good day. Are you going to let me go just like that?”
His voice was intoxicated, extremely gentle, and seemed to have some hidden meaning.
“oh.”
Meng Huan seemed to realize something.
He asked tentatively: “Will Uncle Chen come back tonight?”
“My husband told him not to come back.”
Meng Huan understood and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
After saying that, he ran to the yard, ran to the well and put the bucket in.
Lin Bozhou stood there for a while, then smiled inexplicably, walked over, and helped to screw up the bucket. The room had a stone floor, so you could take a shower in the room. After Meng Huan closed the door, he took out a clean towel and said, “It’s hot, and I’m sweating. I’ll wipe it off first.”
Lin Bozhou sat on the edge of the bed and saw Meng Huan taking off his cotton coat, revealing the fair skin at the neck, thin and beautiful shoulder blades, and the concave waistline under the chest. His fair skin looked glowing white in this dark courtyard, and he was beautiful in a way that was out of place.
Meng Huan simply washed his body, and when he was about to take off his underwear, he somehow turned around and looked at Lin Bozhou.
Lin Bozhou’s eyes lingered on his waist, heavy, like a passing tongue of fire, and he propped up his head to look at him: “What’s wrong?”
Meng Huan whispered: “…We haven’t slept together for a few days, so I feel a little shy.”
Lin Bozhou couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips.
This is so cute.
He got down from the bed, walked closer, and lowered his gaze: “Are you too embarrassed to take a bath?”
Meng Huan couldn’t explain this feeling. He was too close to Lin Bozhou, and he would feel embarrassed to face him in broad daylight. Now he hadn’t seen Lin Bozhou for a few days, and hadn’t had much contact with him. It took a little courage to suddenly be honest with him.
Meng Huan frowned, not understanding his own strange mentality.
Lin Bozhou smiled and put his hand on his waist: “It’s okay, sleep well tonight and we’ll get to know each other better.”
As he spoke, his long fingers swam over and pinched the flesh of his cheek.
Meng Huan let out a groan, just like when he first slept with him. She bit her lip in shame, buried her head in his arms, and hid her face. The boy curled up into a ball, revealing his two clean white ears.
Lin Bozhou wiped the sweat off his body.
Then, he carried Meng Huan to the bed covered with a mat.
In the wing room, the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. The slanting rays of the evening sun fell into the room, making everything dim.
There was a dim lamp at the head of the bed, and the light was suspended.
Meng Huan was so breathless from his kiss that she blushed and looked at him in surprise: “Husband.”
“Hmm?” Lin Bozhou said in a low voice.
Meng Huan: “Were we this close before?”
Lin Bozhou was amused and kissed him: “Well, Huanhuan forgot all this?”
Meng Huan’s ears were incredibly red, the lines of his shoulders and neck were tense, his waist almost formed a beautiful bow, and his whole body was almost rubbed into Lin Bozhou’s arms. He just hugged her like this, hiding his face.
He liked Lin Bozhou kissing him and also liked Lin Bozhou caressing him gently. This was something only the most intimate lovers would do, and it made him feel deeply loved by Lin Bozhou.
The night is getting darker.
Lin Bozhou lowered his head and kissed his lips again.
These days, Meng Huan recalled the feeling of Lin Bozhou kissing him. In his memory, it was very hot and comfortable. But now that he really kissed him, Meng Huan found that his memory was still not quite accurate.
Meng Huan gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: “Why do you feel better than before?”
Lin Bozhou leaned against his forehead, his hoarse breath filled with smiles, and kissed his face: “No, it’s just that Huanhuan misses her husband too much.”
A short absence is better than a new marriage.
The dim light in the room was on for a short while before Meng Huan turned it off, hoping to save some oil.
In the darkness, starlight fell through the window and the chirping of cicadas in the summer night could be heard outside the window.
In the past, when they were in Lin Bozhou’s bedroom, the servants would not say anything when they heard the noises during sex. They just watched and listened, and acted like slaves. But it was different in Chen An’s courtyard. Everyone was a neighbor, and they would see each other every day. There were many people who gossiped.
Meng Huan bit the button, trying not to make any sound.
The night seemed longer than any before.
…
…
…
Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou to pick him up and washed him with warm water.
It was very late at night, and Lin Bozhou sat in the yard with his arms around him. Both of them seemed unwilling to sleep or leave.
“You can go back now.” Meng Huan said.
Lin Bozhou rubbed his hair: “No hurry.”
“Why are you so clingy?” Meng Huan’s voice was also clingy and coquettish. “If we go back now, we can still sleep for a few hours. Aren’t we going out of the city to the martial arts arena?”
“Do you think I’m clingy?” Lin Bozhou kissed his eyelids. “Tomorrow I will tell Chen An to sit in the carriage and not walk with them. I’m afraid it will be inconvenient for you to walk.”
“Yeah.” The boy said obediently.
After that, Meng Huan hugged him and said in a greasy tone: “Husband.”
Lin Bozhou pinched his face and said in a low voice: “Hmm?”
Meng Huan kissed his face, not even realizing her voice was so soft: “My husband is so great.”
“…”
There was a brief silence, as if no one had reacted yet.
His jaw was pinched, and Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: “Awesome? Is that what I meant?”
Meng Huan couldn’t help laughing, showing her white teeth, which was particularly cute: “Well, it just means that it’s so comfortable to sleep with my husband.”
“…”
In the dark, Lin Bozhou gnawed his teeth silently, with a half-smile on his face.
Meng Huan was about to say these words in the bed, but he refused to say them and started muttering to himself.
Lin Bozhou was helpless. He really felt his heart falling apart piece by piece. He was tightly grasped in his hand: “Huanhuan, you must be obedient after joining the army, do you know? Military orders are like mountains. Your husband can’t take care of you. When you go, try to listen to Chen An. You won’t make any mistakes, and he won’t let you be bullied.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Be good, be good, do you understand?”
Repeat these words over and over again.
Meng Huan felt that he was just like an old father who was worried about his children going to college.
Nodding: “Got it.”
“I am very worried about you, but I will be busy with military affairs by then-“
Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows were gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but Meng Huan interrupted him: “Okay, okay, okay, go back quickly, I will definitely be obedient and I will definitely not let you take time to worry about me.”
There is a rare, indelible, sticky smell in the air.
Lin Bozhou stood for a while, frowning: “My husband is gone.”
“Go, go, go, go!”
Meng Huan looked at him for a long time, and Lin Bozhou finally went out. The eunuch was waiting not far away. He extinguished the lantern and led him to the bedroom of the front mansion.
There was a cool breeze in the air. Meng Huan looked at the disappearing light for a while, then lowered his head and yawned, his eyes blurred with tears.
Then, Meng Huan returned to the room, pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.
Set out for the military camp in the afternoon.
Carriages and horses were parked in front of the palace gate in an endless stream. When people heard that the Regent was going to send troops to fight, the palace was surrounded by common people, and some even came to see him off. The atmosphere was very warm.
Meng Huan was holding his bag, not knowing how to go, when Chen An came over and said, “Nephew, you and I will ride in a carriage later.”
It was obviously Lin Bozhou’s arrangement.
Meng Huan went up.
As soon as he sat down, a voice rang in his ear: “Why can you ride in a carriage? I can only walk.”
“…” Meng Huan turned his head and saw Zhu Dong.
I had to find an excuse: “I didn’t sleep well the past two days and I caught a cold.”
“Oh,” Zhu Dong walked beside his carriage, “We have a long way to go to the military camp. It will probably be evening when we get there, which is a good time to go to bed and rest. How about we sleep next to each other?”
Meng Huan: “Ah?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zhu Dong said, “The army has large bunk beds, and many people sleep in one tent. Do you want to sleep with someone you don’t know? I don’t want to. We can take care of each other if we are together.”
Meng Huan nodded: “Okay.”
Zhu Dong looked at him curiously: “What can you do?”
Meng Huan said: “I can draw.”
“I know the art of war,” Zhu Dong said, “and when the time comes, I will definitely be the most capable counselor to the prince.”
Meng Huan thought what he said was quite interesting, so he followed along and listened. Zhu Dong was right next to his ear, talking the whole time. On the way out of the city, he would occasionally lift up the carriage curtain and come over to chat with him.
Meng Huan was feeling a little nervous at first, but after chatting with him, he felt much better.
The weather was getting hotter, and when they arrived at the post station outside the city, the carriage stopped and the prince went to the pavilion to rest.
Their group of staff could only find a cooler place to meet up with Shu Hou’s group. The two of them sat and drank tea, with servants fanning them behind them.
Zhu Dong squatted next to Meng Huan and said, “Do you know that man? The Marquis of Zhenguan, who has different political views from the prince, but you see they are as close as brothers now.”
Meng Huan burst out laughing.
For him, it is really pleasant to chat with people who speak their mind.
“Many of the people on the prince’s expedition this time are not from the palace, and they will definitely cause trouble in secret,” Zhu Dong said, “Marquis Zhenguan is one of them.”
Meng Huan nodded in agreement.
The rest time is not long, we must continue to move forward.
“Your Majesty, please.”
“please.”
After saying a few words, Lin Bozhou walked out of the pavilion. The servant helped him get into the carriage. His eyes glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally for a moment.
Everyone was standing or sitting, talking and eating, scattered around, with relatively upright postures.
There were only two teenagers, hiding under the tree, chatting happily about something. Meng Huan couldn’t help laughing, and his teeth were exposed.
——It seems like we are getting along quite well.
“…”
Lin Bozhou withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace.
His eyes were cold, as if something was pressing on him.
“Your Majesty.”
Shan Xing, who was talking beside him, was caught off guard and was given a sidelong glance by him.
“…” Meng Huan picked up the chopsticks.
In front of him, Lin Bozhou sat down on the stool in front, half supporting his forehead, looking down at him with narrow eyes, a faint smell of alcohol floating on his breath.
He just sat there and watched Meng Huan eat, his eyes so affectionate that they seemed to drown people.
“…” With a sluggish look in his eyes, Meng Huan felt embarrassed for letting him look at him. He picked up his chopsticks and asked slowly, “Why did you come here?”
Lin Bozhou said calmly, “I didn’t see you at the banquet, and I guessed you were alone in the yard. I was afraid you would be lonely, so I came here.”
There was toasting and feasting in the front mansion. Thinking that Meng Huan would have to stay alone in the back mansion, Lin Bozhou didn’t know why, but it was even more unbearable than when he was aroused by him at night. He said hello to Chen An and came over.
Meng Huan lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes to watch him eat, and asked after a while: “Have you packed your luggage for the army?”
“It’s all packed.”
Lin Bozhou got up and went to the room where Meng Huan slept, and opened the bundle Meng Huan had tied up to check. Inside was Meng Huan’s painting supplies and paper, a few clothes, and a thicker cotton jacket that Chen An had asked to put in and send to the luggage cart later, and he would carry the bundle.
The furnishings in the house were also simple and crude.
Lin Bozhou stood and watched for a while, then took Meng Huan’s wrist with his big hand, supported his narrow waist and hugged him into his arms: “Huanhuan, are you tired these days?”
“I’m not tired. I’m not the kind of rich girl.” Meng Huan was afraid that he would worry. “I’m used to living in Uncle Chen’s yard.”
Lin Bozhou frowned, and his eyes moved slightly under his eyelashes. Meng Huan was used to living here. He was an ordinary person in modern times, and in this book, he was also from a small official family. Unlike Lin Bozhou, who was born as a son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix, and was used to seeing gold, jade, silk and satin, he thought Meng Huan couldn’t adapt either.
Meng Huan raised her hand and touched his face: “Are you feeling drunk, my husband?”
Lin Bozhou: “No.”
Meng Huan still insisted: “But didn’t you see me? Go back and rest. You don’t have to stay here.”
He felt that Lin Bozhou was not used to it and could go back…
But I heard a slight laugh.
“Are you willing to let me go back?” Lin Bozhou bowed his head, looking into his eyes with his dark eyes. “We will be marching tomorrow. It will be even harder for Huanhuan and me to meet at the march. Tonight is our last good day. Are you going to let me go just like that?”
His voice was intoxicated, extremely gentle, and seemed to have some hidden meaning.
“oh.”
Meng Huan seemed to realize something.
He asked tentatively: “Will Uncle Chen come back tonight?”
“My husband told him not to come back.”
Meng Huan understood and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
After saying that, he ran to the yard, ran to the well and put the bucket in.
Lin Bozhou stood there for a while, then smiled inexplicably, walked over, and helped to screw up the bucket. The room had a stone floor, so you could take a shower in the room. After Meng Huan closed the door, he took out a clean towel and said, “It’s hot, and I’m sweating. I’ll wipe it off first.”
Lin Bozhou sat on the edge of the bed and saw Meng Huan taking off his cotton coat, revealing the fair skin at the neck, thin and beautiful shoulder blades, and the concave waistline under the chest. His fair skin looked glowing white in this dark courtyard, and he was beautiful in a way that was out of place.
Meng Huan simply washed his body, and when he was about to take off his underwear, he somehow turned around and looked at Lin Bozhou.
Lin Bozhou’s eyes lingered on his waist, heavy, like a passing tongue of fire, and he propped up his head to look at him: “What’s wrong?”
Meng Huan whispered: “…We haven’t slept together for a few days, so I feel a little shy.”
Lin Bozhou couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips.
This is so cute.
He got down from the bed, walked closer, and lowered his gaze: “Are you too embarrassed to take a bath?”
Meng Huan couldn’t explain this feeling. He was too close to Lin Bozhou, and he would feel embarrassed to face him in broad daylight. Now he hadn’t seen Lin Bozhou for a few days, and hadn’t had much contact with him. It took a little courage to suddenly be honest with him.
Meng Huan frowned, not understanding his own strange mentality.
Lin Bozhou smiled and put his hand on his waist: “It’s okay, sleep well tonight and we’ll get to know each other better.”
As he spoke, his long fingers swam over and pinched the flesh of his cheek.
Meng Huan let out a groan, just like when he first slept with him. She bit her lip in shame, buried her head in his arms, and hid her face. The boy curled up into a ball, revealing his two clean white ears.
Lin Bozhou wiped the sweat off his body.
Then, he carried Meng Huan to the bed covered with a mat.
In the wing room, the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. The slanting rays of the evening sun fell into the room, making everything dim.
There was a dim lamp at the head of the bed, and the light was suspended.
Meng Huan was so breathless from his kiss that she blushed and looked at him in surprise: “Husband.”
“Hmm?” Lin Bozhou said in a low voice.
Meng Huan: “Were we this close before?”
Lin Bozhou was amused and kissed him: “Well, Huanhuan forgot all this?”
Meng Huan’s ears were incredibly red, the lines of his shoulders and neck were tense, his waist almost formed a beautiful bow, and his whole body was almost rubbed into Lin Bozhou’s arms. He just hugged her like this, hiding his face.
He liked Lin Bozhou kissing him and also liked Lin Bozhou caressing him gently. This was something only the most intimate lovers would do, and it made him feel deeply loved by Lin Bozhou.
The night is getting darker.
Lin Bozhou lowered his head and kissed his lips again.
These days, Meng Huan recalled the feeling of Lin Bozhou kissing him. In his memory, it was very hot and comfortable. But now that he really kissed him, Meng Huan found that his memory was still not quite accurate.
Meng Huan gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: “Why do you feel better than before?”
Lin Bozhou leaned against his forehead, his hoarse breath filled with smiles, and kissed his face: “No, it’s just that Huanhuan misses her husband too much.”
A short absence is better than a new marriage.
The dim light in the room was on for a short while before Meng Huan turned it off, hoping to save some oil.
In the darkness, starlight fell through the window and the chirping of cicadas in the summer night could be heard outside the window.
In the past, when they were in Lin Bozhou’s bedroom, the servants would not say anything when they heard the noises during sex. They just watched and listened, and acted like slaves. But it was different in Chen An’s courtyard. Everyone was a neighbor, and they would see each other every day. There were many people who gossiped.
Meng Huan bit the button, trying not to make any sound.
The night seemed longer than any before.
…
…
…
Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou to pick him up and washed him with warm water.
It was very late at night, and Lin Bozhou sat in the yard with his arms around him. Both of them seemed unwilling to sleep or leave.
“You can go back now.” Meng Huan said.
Lin Bozhou rubbed his hair: “No hurry.”
“Why are you so clingy?” Meng Huan’s voice was also clingy and coquettish. “If we go back now, we can still sleep for a few hours. Aren’t we going out of the city to the martial arts arena?”
“Do you think I’m clingy?” Lin Bozhou kissed his eyelids. “Tomorrow I will tell Chen An to sit in the carriage and not walk with them. I’m afraid it will be inconvenient for you to walk.”
“Yeah.” The boy said obediently.
After that, Meng Huan hugged him and said in a greasy tone: “Husband.”
Lin Bozhou pinched his face and said in a low voice: “Hmm?”
Meng Huan kissed his face, not even realizing her voice was so soft: “My husband is so great.”
“…”
There was a brief silence, as if no one had reacted yet.
His jaw was pinched, and Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: “Awesome? Is that what I meant?”
Meng Huan couldn’t help laughing, showing her white teeth, which was particularly cute: “Well, it just means that it’s so comfortable to sleep with my husband.”
“…”
In the dark, Lin Bozhou gnawed his teeth silently, with a half-smile on his face.
Meng Huan was about to say these words in the bed, but he refused to say them and started muttering to himself.
Lin Bozhou was helpless. He really felt his heart falling apart piece by piece. He was tightly grasped in his hand: “Huanhuan, you must be obedient after joining the army, do you know? Military orders are like mountains. Your husband can’t take care of you. When you go, try to listen to Chen An. You won’t make any mistakes, and he won’t let you be bullied.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Be good, be good, do you understand?”
Repeat these words over and over again.
Meng Huan felt that he was just like an old father who was worried about his children going to college.
Nodding: “Got it.”
“I am very worried about you, but I will be busy with military affairs by then-“
Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows were gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but Meng Huan interrupted him: “Okay, okay, okay, go back quickly, I will definitely be obedient and I will definitely not let you take time to worry about me.”
There is a rare, indelible, sticky smell in the air.
Lin Bozhou stood for a while, frowning: “My husband is gone.”
“Go, go, go, go!”
Meng Huan looked at him for a long time, and Lin Bozhou finally went out. The eunuch was waiting not far away. He extinguished the lantern and led him to the bedroom of the front mansion.
There was a cool breeze in the air. Meng Huan looked at the disappearing light for a while, then lowered his head and yawned, his eyes blurred with tears.
Then, Meng Huan returned to the room, pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.
Set out for the military camp in the afternoon.
Carriages and horses were parked in front of the palace gate in an endless stream. When people heard that the Regent was going to send troops to fight, the palace was surrounded by common people, and some even came to see him off. The atmosphere was very warm.
Meng Huan was holding his bag, not knowing how to go, when Chen An came over and said, “Nephew, you and I will ride in a carriage later.”
It was obviously Lin Bozhou’s arrangement.
Meng Huan went up.
As soon as he sat down, a voice rang in his ear: “Why can you ride in a carriage? I can only walk.”
“…” Meng Huan turned his head and saw Zhu Dong.
I had to find an excuse: “I didn’t sleep well the past two days and I caught a cold.”
“Oh,” Zhu Dong walked beside his carriage, “We have a long way to go to the military camp. It will probably be evening when we get there, which is a good time to go to bed and rest. How about we sleep next to each other?”
Meng Huan: “Ah?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Zhu Dong said, “The army has large bunk beds, and many people sleep in one tent. Do you want to sleep with someone you don’t know? I don’t want to. We can take care of each other if we are together.”
Meng Huan nodded: “Okay.”
Zhu Dong looked at him curiously: “What can you do?”
Meng Huan said: “I can draw.”
“I know the art of war,” Zhu Dong said, “and when the time comes, I will definitely be the most capable counselor to the prince.”
Meng Huan thought what he said was quite interesting, so he followed along and listened. Zhu Dong was right next to his ear, talking the whole time. On the way out of the city, he would occasionally lift up the carriage curtain and come over to chat with him.
Meng Huan was feeling a little nervous at first, but after chatting with him, he felt much better.
The weather was getting hotter, and when they arrived at the post station outside the city, the carriage stopped and the prince went to the pavilion to rest.
Their group of staff could only find a cooler place to meet up with Shu Hou’s group. The two of them sat and drank tea, with servants fanning them behind them.
Zhu Dong squatted next to Meng Huan and said, “Do you know that man? The Marquis of Zhenguan, who has different political views from the prince, but you see they are as close as brothers now.”
Meng Huan burst out laughing.
For him, it is really pleasant to chat with people who speak their mind.
“Many of the people on the prince’s expedition this time are not from the palace, and they will definitely cause trouble in secret,” Zhu Dong said, “Marquis Zhenguan is one of them.”
Meng Huan nodded in agreement.
The rest time is not long, we must continue to move forward.
“Your Majesty, please.”
“please.”
After saying a few words, Lin Bozhou walked out of the pavilion. The servant helped him get into the carriage. His eyes glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally for a moment.
Everyone was standing or sitting, talking and eating, scattered around, with relatively upright postures.
There were only two teenagers, hiding under the tree, chatting happily about something. Meng Huan couldn’t help laughing, and his teeth were exposed.
——It seems like we are getting along quite well.
“…”
Lin Bozhou withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace.
His eyes were cold, as if something was pressing on him.
“Your Majesty.”
Shan Xing, who was talking beside him, was caught off guard and was given a sidelong glance by him.
“…”
SEVENTY TWO
It was already evening when we arrived at the Beijing Army’s garrison.
The military camp was different from the luxurious, spacious and comfortable royal palace. When Meng Huan got off the carriage, he saw the tall and long city camp, piles of tents, soldiers walking back and forth in uniform uniforms, and a solemn atmosphere.
It was just time for dinner. In the camp, people were cooking, smoke was rising, and people were busy going back and forth.
Meng Huan got off the carriage, and his first reaction was to look at the prince’s carriage at the front of the team.
Lin Bozhou was greeted by the commander of the Beijing Army, Luo Juan’s father, Ping An Hou Luo Feng. Luo Feng was a little old, with a haggard face and tired eyes. He didn’t smile when he saw Lin Bozhou. He saluted and led him into the camp.
“…”
He didn’t even look back at himself.
Meng Huan was worried.
A voice sounded in my ears: “Please follow me, everyone in the palace.”
These soldiers accompanying the Regent’s Palace also have their own tents to live in.
As Meng Huan walked, he noticed that the busy soldiers around him stopped one after another and looked at the newcomers as if they were watching a show.
Someone asked, “Is this someone from the Prince Regent’s Palace?”
“That should be it. They said they were going to support Liaodong. Now the three major camps of the Beijing Army are under the supervision of the prince. Select a team from them to go to the battle and set off immediately.”
“Hey, him? It’s good that he didn’t come here to get military pay or benefits.”
Meng Huan couldn’t help but look over.
After they finished chatting and laughing, they shook their heads and left.
Just when he was puzzled, Zhu Dong beside him sighed: “Our prince’s reputation is still so bad.”
“…”
Indeed, in this book, except for the people in the palace who think that Lin Bozhou is good, everyone else thinks that Lin Bozhou has too much power, is ambitious, and holds the national treasury in his hands, and is determined to drain the country out of its wealth.
Meng Huan frowned fiercely.
Damn it, that’s exactly what he’s going to do now.
He wanted to see with his own eyes that Lin Bozhou’s reputation spread widely and clear himself of all the grievances.
Meng Huan was full of ambition, but encountered the first obstacle when he entered the tent.
The tent was spacious, with mats on the floor and bedding spread on the mats, tightly connected to each other, making it convenient for more people to sleep in, and also convenient for just rolling up the bedding and leaving when breaking camp early in the morning.
So the current situation is that Meng Huan has to live with a group of big rough men. After entering, everyone was a little shy at first, and then they started to take off their clothes and pants. The weather was still hot, and there was a strong smell of sweat.
Meng Huan put down his bag, put his hands behind his back, walked out of the tent with a serious expression, and paced back and forth.
——Joining the army was much harder than he had imagined.
Zhu Dong also went out to pace: “I really can’t stand it.” He asked, “When do we have dinner?”
As he was speaking, a soldier came over with a big pot of vegetable porridge in it and said, “Did you bring the pot? You will cook for yourselves tomorrow morning. We are only responsible for hosting you for one night.”
The pot was opened, and the porridge inside was mixed with vegetables and meat, and the air was filled with smoke. This was what we ate at night, and there were no other dishes.
Meng Huan picked up the bowl and took only one sip of the sticky stuff with a worried look on his face. He went from drinking on his own initiative to forcing himself to drink.
Zhu Dong was obviously a young master. He spit it out after taking a sip: “Bah, what the hell is this? Why is it so unpalatable?”
The soldier looked at him coldly and said, “The military camp is not like the palace. It’s good to have delicious food. Sometimes there is nothing to eat.”
Zhu Dong quickly apologized: “Hahahaha that’s not what I meant.”
“…”
This is the life of ordinary people and military camps, without the halo of the protagonist, nothing. Meng Huan is not very picky, he is easy to feed, he can eat thirty dishes and drink vegetable porridge, squatting at the intersection with the bowl in hand.
Halfway through the drink, Chen An walked out from behind the tent.
“The admiral is hosting a banquet in the central tent to entertain the prince. We are in need of a servant to serve wine and food. Who is willing to go?” he asked with a smile.
This kind of service should obviously be done by the younger ones, not to mention that they can make themselves familiar to Lin Bozhou, so that they can be promoted in the future and become a close attendant. Zhu Dong raised his hand quickly: “I’ll go!”
Chen An glanced at him and smiled slightly.
Then, he called Meng Huan, who was squatting at the intersection, and said, “Nephew, are you going?”
“…”
Meng Huan held the bowl and said “Huh?”
It’s a bit like a cat that is eating dried fish and is suddenly hit on the head.
Chen An smiled and asked, “Are you going?”
Seeing his ambiguous smile, Meng Huan slowly stood up and understood that this must be the excuse Lin Bozhou made up.
Meng Huan coughed twice: “Well, you can go.”
Zhu Dong was full of dissatisfaction: “Why don’t you let me go? Chen Changshi, I can also serve food and pour wine.”
Chen Changshi said, “Such hard and rough work is not worth the trouble, Master Zhu. Let my nephew do it.”
“…”
Although he was serving food and pouring wine, Meng Huan guessed that there was a high probability that Lin Bozhou wanted to cook something special for him.
He tried his best not to show any emotion on his face, looking sad. He went into the house to wash his face and tidy up, then followed him through the trenches, through the continuous tents, and finally to the central military tent where Lin Bozhou was.
Fully armed soldiers stood at the door, with long swords on their waists, wearing armor and flying saucer helmets, looking terrifying. There was a faint noise inside, and someone lifted the curtain. Meng Huan took a look inside.
The atmosphere in the army was completely different from that in the palace. Lin Bozhou supported his knees with one hand, lifted up his skirt, and held the wine glass to his lips. All the people sitting down were generals and marquises who were good at martial arts. They were all strong and sturdy, with scars all over their rough muscles. They were all sitting down, drinking and eating large chunks of meat.
——Reminds Meng Huan of some violent people.
But the young Lin Bozhou was just as imposing as this group of people, and he even had a sense of oppression as if he had the whole world in his hands.
Meng Huan approached cautiously from a side path, walked to Lin Bozhou’s side, knelt down, and picked up the wine jug beside him.
Lin Bozhou glanced at him and said nothing.
He treated her with the same coldness and aloofness as an ordinary servant.
【husband?】
【Husband, husband, husband～】
Meng Huan had several inexplicable thoughts in his mind.
If he really called out, what would happen to Lin Bozhou’s dignified, restrained and calm expression? His disguise would definitely be broken, and his misty eyes would look at him suppressedly and uncontrollably.
Meng Huan thought so in his heart, but did not dare to say it. He blinked and felt a different kind of excitement coming again.
He calmly played the role of a wine waiter, staying beside Lin Bozhou. He could feel Lin Bozhou’s body temperature and the warmth of the back of his fingers from his sleeves at a close distance.
The camp was originally full of people drinking and having fun. Down below, the commander of the Beijing Army suddenly said, “Your Highness, the names and numbers that were counted a few days ago have been checked. The number of people missing from each camp is also written in the book. Do you want to check it now?”
Meng Huan raised his face in confusion.
The people who were drinking and eating meat below all froze up their hands and feet at the same time.
This shouldn’t be the case. Normally, the new leader should have a night of drinking and fun on his first night, so that they can give gifts and bribes. How could the commander of the Beijing Army be so ignorant that he asked the prince to handle government affairs as soon as he arrived? If there is a problem, and he hasn’t given the gift yet, wouldn’t he be screwed?
Lin Bozhou put down his wine glass and said, “Bring it up.”
Everyone quickly sat up straight, sweating profusely and starting to get nervous.
Chen An took the list and held it in front of Lin Bozhou. He flipped it open and his brows gradually furrowed. It was as if a dark cloud suddenly covered him, swaying in the wind and rain.
He suddenly threw the roster to the ground.
“The 72 guards of the Beijing Army are supposed to have 350,000 people, but after counting, there are only 150,000. There are actually 200,000 people who are just drawing salaries without any work!?”
Lin Bozhou’s voice was as angry as thunder.
Meng Huan shrank his ears. He had never heard Lin Bozhou speak in this tone before. He just lowered his head.
Actually, Lin Bozhou had found out about this matter a few days ago, but he was only getting angry now, obviously wanting to establish his authority in person.
Below, Luo Feng looked exhausted: “Your Majesty, yes.”
He was the commander-in-chief of the Beijing Army, but the commander-in-chief was essentially useless. Each of the three camps had a eunuch as commander, and under the commander there was a camp officer, and under the camp officer there was a commander, so there were too many links for embezzlement and operation. After Lin Bozhou became regent, the order of the Beijing Army improved a lot, but there was no war, and the internal problems had not been taken seriously.
——Of course, no one dared to take it seriously. Most of the small leaders in the Beijing Army were children of nobles, and they could not afford to offend such a low-ranking official.
Moreover, they were very calculating. Of course, they left the iron-fisted and offending tasks to Lin Bozhou. They did not dare to offend the noble class.
Lin Bozhou’s gloomy eyes swept across the central army tent, and his eyelashes drooped. His voice was like a death spell: “The Weizi Hand Camp and the Young Officials Camp have the most missing. Where is the commander of the Five Army Camps?”
A high-ranking eunuch in red who was drinking was suddenly pointed at by him. His wine glass dropped to the ground with a clang. He crawled to the center of the venue trembling with fear, looking terrified: “My lord, my lord——”
“Fifty strokes of the cane!”
“Your Highness!” Before the sharp cry for mercy could be heard, the clothes beneath him had been beaten to a bloody mess.
The sticks fell one after another, as if hitting everyone’s heart. Lin Bozhou’s anger had not subsided: “Where are the camp commander and the captain? Bring them up!”
The commander of the Fifth Army Battalion was beaten. The people under the stick did not say anything, but when they heard that the battalion commander and the captain were being looked for, their faces changed.
“this……”
“Isn’t this inappropriate? Your Majesty, please think twice—”
The Young Officials’ Camp is full of children of noble families, including descendants of dukes, marquises, and earls. Lin Bozhou wants to offend the entire noble class in order to establish his authority. How extreme!
But they didn’t dare say more.
——Lin Bozhou looked like he was serious about the attack. If they got angry, he would beat them all together.
Lin Bozhou was the only one in the entire central military tent who was angry. The others lowered their heads and dared not speak. The solemn atmosphere seemed as if the air was stagnant. Meng Huan secretly raised his head and glanced at Lin Bozhou.
…The husband who began to become a stranger again, his long dark eyebrows were pressed down very low, his eyes were gloomy, and the murderous aura shrouded his body made the people in the central military tent who had faced thousands of troops dare not say a word.
He wanted to kill people, establish his authority, and punish all the old scoundrels in the camp. He knew how to restore order to this camp with old scars. Only barbarism could revive the dying civilization*.
Severe punishments must be used against this lifeless military camp.
Several descendants of nobles were brought up. They were all fat and strong, fair and plump. They knelt down hurriedly and said, “Greetings, Your Majesty!”
The gifts they prepared were not delivered to the prince yet, but they were brought up first. They were all very panicked, but they managed to stay calm. After all, their fathers were all dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts and barons, so Lin Bozhou would not really touch them.
But when they were comforting themselves in this way, they saw Lin Bozhou, the chief seat, lowered his brows, a gloomy and cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled out a token from the bucket with two fingers.
This is a military order.
——A military order to kill.
Military orders are as heavy as mountains and cannot be shaken.
Several people were suddenly awakened as if they had fallen into an ice cellar: “Your Majesty, please spare us! Your Majesty, please spare us! Your Majesty…”
“Crash!”
With a crisp sound, the token was pushed to the ground.
It represents a death sentence.
Lin Bozhou’s voice was deep and heavy.
“Drag him out and chop him off, and show his head to the three armies!”
There was a sudden commotion below.
Luo Feng stood up with a pale face, as if to stop him: “Your Majesty, the young official’s camp officer is the grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo. If you issue a military order to him, I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to explain—”
The young nobleman was so panicked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He had never expected that Lin Bozhou would establish his authority by taking his own head. “Your Highness, Your Highness!” He said palely, “I really don’t know what I have done wrong. There are vacancies in the camp, and other people are drawing empty salaries. It has nothing to do with me—”
“What a nice one that has nothing to do with you?” Lin Bozhou raised his lips, his dark eyebrows pressed down on his eyelashes, looking extremely gloomy. “The people under your name have been collecting military pay for nothing and stealing from the national treasury, but you have no idea and let it go, and now you are full of excuses? You keep saying that you are the grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo, he is a founding hero and has the merit of following the dragon, but you have ruined the foundation left by your ancestors!” The pressure in Lin’s tone was unbearable. “Today, I will clean up the mess for the Duke of Zhenguo. Come on, drag him out and chop him off!"
The soldiers outside the door came in quickly and took the kneeling noble hostage.
He really didn’t expect that Lin Bozhou would kill someone to establish his authority as soon as he arrived, and the knife even fell on his own head. This nobleman was immediately furious.
“Lin Bozhou!”
The voice was shrill, and every word was filled with hatred. “You were originally a foreign vassal, but you entered the court with evil ambitions! You held your majesty hostage to fight for power. You are the one who stole the country. How dare you come and kill me!——”
Lin Bozhou’s drooping eyelashes were calm, and his voice was heavy and stern: “Drag him away!”
“You are the one who stole the country!” The voice being dragged away cursed and cried, mixed with shrill screams, “Go call my grandfather for help! Call my grandfather!”
The sound stopped abruptly.
There was a dead silence in the central army tent. The grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo was convicted and killed by Lin Bozhou in just a few words… The people holding the wine glasses forgot to put them down and were trembling all over. They didn’t dare to speak or look at Lin Bozhou. They lowered their heads, and only Lin Bozhou’s sinister eyes swept around them.
He looked calm, observing who was dissatisfied with his act of killing, and rubbing his slender fingertips together slightly, like a god who dominated everything weighing the sins of mortals.
After a moment.
“Report!”
The executioner entered the tent and said, “Your Majesty, the head has been chopped off.”
“Cut it off?” The murderous demon said this lightly with his sharp throat rolling slightly.
Lin Bozhou stood up, wearing layers of elegant royal robes, and walked slowly to the door of the tent. His boots stopped, and he lowered his eyes indifferently, examining the bloody head at his leisure.
The smell of blood filled the air, creating an unpleasant stench. After confirming the face of the noble son who had been chopped off, a slight smile appeared on his thin lips: “Good, good kill, and the knife is sharp.”
The generals felt a chill on their backs, as if a poisonous snake with a wet tongue was clinging to their spines. These words, like a spring breeze, did not reduce any of the fear, but made them even colder.
“Snapped!”
In the silence, someone’s wine glass fell and suddenly shattered.
——In the entire three-army camp, no commander was clean. They knew that Lin Bozhou knew everything, but now he only killed the most incompetent person with the highest honor. This was to establish his authority, to tell these soldiers clearly that he, Lin Bozhou, was the new boss of the army, and he could kill anyone he wanted. If anyone dared to disqualify, embezzle military pay, or enrich himself, he could take off that person’s head at any time.
“Don’t be nervous, everyone.” Lin Bozhou bent down, picked up the cup with his long, bony fingers, and personally handed it back to the general. He smiled, and changed from a murderous demon to a gentle and warm person. “The termites in the three armies have been eliminated. Next, we should work together and unite as one when we march to Liaodong. Everyone, you have made great contributions to the clan, and the rewards will not be less than now. Look forward.”
After saying that, he sat back on the table as if nothing had happened, smiling happily: “Keep drinking.”
A very simple and gentle sentence.
However, Meng Huan could hear the oppressive feeling of “Are you fucking giving me no face? If you don’t drink, I’ll kill you.”
He blinked and poured new wine into Lin Bozhou’s glass.
It’s true that her husband never treats anyone nicely except him.
The tent was still cold and everyone seemed to be in a dream. The blood at the door of the tent reminded them that the massacre was real. Their backs were stiff and their legs were shaking. After a long while, they finally picked up the bowls and chopsticks and served the food and wine with trembling hands.
The crowd did not dare to look at Lin Bozhou. In their eyes, this young regent who was only in his twenties was much more powerful than a group of rough but useless, shrewd but aging generals. At the same time, they also understood that if they did not listen to him, they would only die.
The storm is over.
Lin Bozhou tilted his head, a dark light flickered in his dark brown eyes. Holding the wine glass, he tapped Meng Huan’s fair palm with the back of his fingers with blue veins.
Everyone in the tent had his own ulterior motives, and he also had his own ulterior motives. As if he was comforting his wife beside him, Lin Bozhou was still Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou, who was like a Shura in the eyes of everyone, was still the man who treated Meng Huan well in front of him.
Meng Huan filled his glass.
Lin Bozhou said: “Try the meat in the military camp.”
He said this in a gentle tone, and in everyone’s eyes it was like a general distributing wine and meat to his subordinates. As for why it was Meng Huan who served the wine, it was probably just because he was close.
The throbbing of Meng Huan’s heart slowly subsided. As he took a bite of the smoked meat on the tip of his chopsticks under his perturbative gaze, the rich aroma of spices rolled into his tongue, and the pungent wild flavor stimulated his saliva.
No one knew how the meat was smoked. The texture was as rough as dry wood. It took Meng Huan a long time to chew it and his eyes turned red as he swallowed it. He looked at Lin Bozhou pitifully with watery eyes.
Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: “Why, it tastes bad?”
When he asked Meng Huan about the taste of the smoked meat, he was like a Shura who killed people without blinking an eye just now, but now he had a smile on his lips and a gentle and affectionate look in his eyes. He gently stroked Meng Huan’s white and slender fingers under the table, and where no one could see, he bit his wife’s soft fingertips tightly.
His fingertips were very hot, it was the boiling bad blood from having just killed someone.
Meng Huan could feel that his desire to kill had not stopped, but he was forcibly suppressing it at this moment. He looked at him with infinite gentleness, and tried to make his eyes cold and distant, appearing——
——Just like a good prince who dotes on his close ministers.
SEVENTY THREE
The soldiers who sat down ate on their own.
The piece of meat on the tip of the knife was cut neatly and passed to Meng Huan’s lips. Meng Huan couldn’t refuse in front of everyone, but he still shook his head.
Unpalatable.
I hope Lin Bozhou can understand.
The heroic style of the military did not suit his appetite.
Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and said “Hmm?” softly, as if he was a little surprised that he wanted to add more food to Meng Huan but was rejected. He put the fork back on the bacon and nodded: “Don’t you like this?”
Meng Huan hummed slightly.
“Try the roast goose,” he said again.
When the soldiers below occasionally looked up, they saw Lin Bozhou supporting his knee with one hand, lifting up the sleeves of his robe, and looking vaguely at the wine waiter beside him. His eyes seemed distant, but occasionally gave people the illusion that he was not so distant.
Although I think I’m overthinking… everyone has the same idea in mind: Lin Bozhou married a male concubine, is he… really a homosexual?
It was almost midnight when the banquet ended and it was time for the military curfew.
After everyone had a good meal and a good drink, they went to sleep. Meng Huan prepared to go back to his own tent in the dark. As he stood up, Lin Bozhou’s drunken voice came from behind him: “Is everyone settled?”
Chen An reported back: “Everything has been settled in the tent.”
Lin Bozhou hummed: “Let’s go and take a look.”
Meng Huan tilted his head and looked at him quietly.
Lin Bozhou couldn’t be said to be unsympathetic to his servants, but because of his noble status, there was really no need for him to go and check on the places where the servants were housed. As expected, this move was to openly check Meng Huan’s residence.
Meng Huan gritted his teeth and thought that Lin Bozhou was really worrying.
There were dim lights in the tents, some were reading, some were playing chess. They still had to wait for Lin Bozhou to organize the army in the next few days, so they might not necessarily go out to fight. After Lin Bozhou came over, those who were already sleeping in their quilts got up one after another.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
Lin Bozhou asked a few questions, his eyes resting on Meng Huan’s quilt.
The quilt was laid out neatly and in a good position, so it looked like he could sleep well without any problems. But not far away, another head popped out, and Zhu Dongzheng looked at him respectfully.
“…”
Lin Bozhou pursed his lower lip and lowered his eyes.
Meng Huan didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, it was almost the same as living in a dormitory.
Lin Bozhou said in a gloomy tone: “I brought some fresh vegetables and meat in the baggage. If you are not used to the food in the army, you can eat the meat and vegetables first. It’s getting late, everyone should have a good rest.”
After finishing the inspection, he was drunk and left the tent.
Meng Huan followed him out of the tent and lit a torch on a high place. He saw Lin Bozhou leading a group of people and walking away, returning to his main commander’s tent.
The cool breeze blew, and Meng Huan just stood there. A voice sounded behind him: “You went to serve wine today. Did he promote you?”
“…” Meng Huan startled him and walked to the side, “What?”
Zhu Dong showed an incredible expression: “To be honest, Brother Chen, you are indeed handsome. I have been thinking recently that the prince has a special liking for you. Could it be that he has some intentions towards you?”
“…”
The more Meng Huan listened, the more outrageous it became. He turned around and walked into the shadow of the torch: “I don’t understand what you are saying.”
“Hey. I’m reminding you kindly that the prince is homosexual and you are beautiful. Life in the military camp is cold and lonely. I’m afraid that sooner or later he won’t be able to help but summon you to sleep with him. You’d better think it through. He has a wife and you can only be a concubine.” Zhu Dong looked serious.
Is there a possibility that I am his wife?
Meng Huan frowned even more tightly: “You——”
Suddenly, a loud shout rang in my ears.
“Stop making noise! The military camp has already struck the night watch. Can’t we talk about it in the morning? Everyone is asleep here!”
The tone was so fierce that Meng Huan was stunned for a moment. He turned around and found that it was someone from another tent. He was not dressed like a soldier, so he was probably an accompanying soldier in a general’s mansion.
After hearing his roar, Meng Huan remembered Chen An’s advice not to cause trouble in the army, so he shut up and walked into the tent.
Unexpectedly, the other party saw him walking towards the regent’s tent and said quickly: “Brother, I’m sorry, it’s my fault that I didn’t see clearly that you are from the palace. I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
Meng Huan was puzzled by the other party’s rapid change of expression. Zhu Dong said with a smile, “Your Majesty has killed nobles in the camp tonight to establish his authority. These people dare not act arrogantly anymore.”
Speaking of this, Meng Huan nodded: “Indeed, the prince is quite fierce.”
“It’s fierce, but it will offend people.” Zhu Dong said, “Just wait, even if no one in the military camp makes trouble, someone in the court will make trouble.”
Hearing this, Meng Huan’s mind moved.
He was stunned when he recalled how Lin Bozhou was outside the pass to meet the enemy, but was stabbed in the back, constantly impeached and schemed against him.
“Why? Besides the deceased’s family, are there other people making trouble?”
“Of course.” Zhu Dong sat back on the bed and asked in a low voice, “Do you know who bankrupted Dazong?”
Meng Huan: “Your Majesty?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Zhu Dong said. “The great clans were driven into poverty by the royal family, nobles, and bureaucrats. They own a large amount of land, half of the land, but the common people have no land to farm. These people were born with everything, and once it’s taken away, they’ll cause trouble.”
Meng Huan vaguely understood something: “So…”
“The nobles think that it’s okay to eat empty salaries, but the prince comes to meddle in their affairs. Isn’t this cutting off their source of income? What’s more, they kill people. This group of people is not clean. If the prince touches any of them, they will be in trouble. For their own safety, this group of people will desperately criticize the prince, even if they find some fictitious excuses.”
Meng Huan understood.
That’s why so many people hate him.
“Can the prince not kill people? No. These old sly guys are the best at judging people. Since the prince doesn’t dare to kill people, they think the prince doesn’t dare to touch them, and they become even more unscrupulous.” Zhu Dong said, “Damn it, the great clan has been around for more than 200 years, and the passion and loyalty of these noble ancestors have long been worn away, leaving only fat, meat and sex on their minds.”
What he said makes a lot of sense.
Meng Huan looked at him with admiration: “You still have something. You know all this. Unlike me, I know nothing.”
“Brother, what you said is too much,” Zhu Dong was very modest, “Everyone who has read books in the world knows it.” He looked outside the tent, with a faint spark in his eyes, “But the only one who dared to speak out and make changes is the prince. This is also the reason why I want to follow the prince.”
Although his words were a little immature, they were also very sincere.
Meng Huan felt a little touched. This was one of the few good people in the book.
Meng Huan was just about to praise him.
Zhu Dong clicked his tongue again: “I just didn’t expect that the prince is such a lecher. I am a little disappointed.”
“…………”
Erotic?
Meng Huan finally understood why Lin Bozhou was unwilling to bring him to the tent. In this political conspiracy article, most people have no sense of love and regard beauty as a dangerous knife and honey poison. Lin Bozhou cannot resist beauty, so he will become a person with an unstable mind and weaknesses in the eyes of others, and his leadership charm will be greatly reduced.
…But there is really no problem with Lin Bozhou’s abilities.
However, he really couldn’t resist Meng Huan’s beauty.
As long as Meng Huan makes a fuss, Lin Bozhou will frown and will really risk his life for you.
Thinking of this, Meng Huan’s ears turned red.
He slowly pulled the quilt over his face.
…What can he do? Lin Bozhou just loves him very much.
You can’t stop Lin Bozhou from loving him.
Snort.
A group of ancient people who don’t understand love, Meng Huan muttered to himself.
He muttered to himself and slept until dawn.
The next morning, Meng Huan heard the horn and got up. He washed his face, then stood outside the tent rubbing his eyes sleepily. When the sunlight shone into his eyes, he yawned.
A voice rang out beside him: “Wake up, nephew.”
Meng Huan turned his head and saw Shan Xing.
“…”
He lived in a tent nearby, together with Chen An and other core confidants of Lin Bozhou. At this time, he was dressed neatly, with his lapels buttoned tightly, and his face was full of smiles. A group of neatly dressed people stood behind him.
Meng Huan was confused: “You’re here so early?”
“The prince has to go to the military camp to organize the troops today. It will be very busy. We have to go there first.” He asked, “Are you used to living here?”
He asked this, obviously he was going to report to Lin Bozhou later.
Meng Huan pulled his lips: “Not bad.”
Behind him, Zhu Dong jumped out: “Cousin, where are you going? I want to go too!”
“Don’t go,” Shan Xing said, “You can cook, so cook a few meals for your uncles and brothers today. Don’t make trouble, just stay by yourself.”
“…” Zhu Dong sighed, “A hero has no place to use his skills.”
Without listening to his nonsense, Shan Xing, Chen An and his party hurriedly walked along the high fence towards the central military camp.
Meng Huan was left where he was, and looked at Zhu Dong with a little surprise: “Why does it feel like there is nothing for us to do?”
“Of course!” Zhu Dong shouted, “Do you think it’s easy to show your face in front of the prince?!”
“…………”
Sure enough, people who don’t have the halo of the protagonist are miserable.
Meng Huan was content to play the role of a minion. Zhu Dong, with a face full of dissatisfaction, returned to the tent, took out some vegetables and bacon they had brought from the palace, and started cooking.
Meng Huan stood aside to help.
Directly in front of them was the camp tent of the Prince Zhenguan’s mansion. From time to time, a few people came in and out, looking in their direction.
Marquis of Zhenguan.
Xu Ruolin’s father.
This person is close to the Qingliu Party. Will he create trouble for Lin Bozhou?
Meng Huan couldn’t help but start thinking.
But he pondered for a long time, and apart from finishing two bowls of rice, he could not think of any plan.
“…”
Meng Huan ate another bowl of rice feeling very aggrieved.
In the blink of an eye, it was evening. They were not allowed to run around in the military camp, so all day long, Meng Huan followed them to the treasury to count the weapons, help with the accounting, and help with other things.
It was probably evening when he left the treasury. Chen An and Shan Xing’s group finally came back, dusty and sweaty, with dry lips. They must have not had a good drink of water. “The prince inspected 15 camps today, selecting strong soldiers to form new regiments. He sent 50,000 out of 100,000 soldiers and took 100,000 from the squad army to form a new regiment. He was so busy that he didn’t even have time to breathe all day.”
Lin Bozhou is a workaholic, so they have to work hard together.
Meng Huan poured a glass of water for Chen An, and he took it with both hands: “Thank you.”
They were so tired, they must have ridden all day. Chen An’s knees were rubbed with blisters, and his posture on the bench was very strange. He was a civil official and was not used to riding horses. Hiking in the mountains was better, but it also caused back pain.
The war was urgent, and Lin Bozhou killed people all night last night. Today he patrolled the camp to train new troops and asked them to pack up their luggage and follow the food and supplies to the next destination tomorrow.
There was a sense of anxiety in the tent before the war.
Meng Huan watched them resting from the side, wondering if Lin Bozhou was tired, but was too embarrassed to ask, so he just stood there anxiously with his eyes wide open, his lips opening and closing several times.
Chen An twisted the handkerchief to wipe his face, and saw Meng Huan’s dark eyes blinking, and he exclaimed “Ah”.
Then, he picked up a letter and handed it to him, saying lovingly, “Nephew, please give it to the prince for your uncle.”
There was obviously nothing in the letter, it was just a pretext for a meeting.
Meng Huan’s heart was pounding, his fingers tightly grasped the letter, and he inexplicably had the feeling of meeting his first love, and walked towards the central military tent.
The guard did not stop him after announcing “Chen An’s letter”. Meng Huan went in and saw through the screen a half-dressed shoulder. His skin was red from a day of scorching sun. Lin Bozhou half turned his head, his black hair falling on his shoulders and neck. He did not look at him: “What letter?”
The tone was neither cold nor indifferent.
Meng Huan approached and said softly, “Husband…”
Lin Bozhou glanced back and then paused.
The conditions in the army were poor, and when he wanted to take a shower he had to fetch a bucket of cold water.
As he got closer, Meng Huan realized that he must have been tanned that day. The backs of his hands, which were holding the reins tightly, were sunburned and peeled, and his skin color had become darker. He was originally a civil official who wrote in the court, but now he was full of energy and gradually developed the sharp aura of a military commander.
Subconsciously looking outside the tent, Meng Huan touched the back of his hand and said in a depressed tone: “Does it hurt?”
Lin Bozhou held his waist and hugged him behind the screen, putting his hands on his butt: “It doesn’t hurt.” Then he kissed his ear and neck.
There was a hot breath, which filled the tip of his nose. The two of them only had a few moments like this to talk all day. Meng Huan twisted the handkerchief to wipe his body, and looked down. Sure enough, after riding a horse all day, the skin on the inside of his thighs was rubbed off.
“I heard you rode a horse all day and must be so tired.” Meng Huandu muttered for him.
He wrung out the handkerchief again and wiped his shoulders, neck, chest, and the strong abdominal muscles at his waist. There was only the sound of dripping water. When he was wiping Lin Bozhou’s body, Lin Bozhou seemed to be in a hurry and counting the seconds. He quickly smoothed out the thing in him that had become restless as soon as he saw Meng Huan.
Meng Huan didn’t care either, as he was used to it, and concentrated on wiping his sweat.
However, when he lowered his head, the handkerchief fell into the water, making a slight sound.
Along with the sound of water, warm liquid splashed onto the lips.
“Husband…” Meng Huan really didn’t expect him to face her. Her eyes could not hide her surprise. She raised her head, her slightly red lips parted, her white teeth clenched, her eyes were full of hesitation and confusion, “You facing my face——”
The military is a place full of men with abundant male hormones, which can easily stimulate the brutality, dominance, lust, rudeness and impoliteness in men’s blood, turning them into primitive beasts that only focus on physical fitness.
Lin Bozhou killed someone last night and was restless all day tonight. He had no time to read and his sense of propriety, righteousness, integrity and honor seemed to have faded a lot.
Meng Huan frowned in confusion. Lin Bozhou pinched his lips with his fingertips. His eyes were as deep as a pool of water. He raised his head slightly and said, “Lick it.”
The sound is also low.
“…”
Save.
What to lick…
It’s very embarrassing.
Meng Huan clenched the handkerchief tightly, her ears reddened with shame, she glared at him with her moist eyes, and then reluctantly licked her plump lips with the tip of her tongue. Her lips immediately shone with sparkling water, and her breath immediately swept into her mouth, filling her mouth.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
He really becomes like a beast.
Lin Bozhou’s brows relaxed and his expression suddenly became extremely happy.
“…”
Meng Huan’s ears turned red, and the good mood that came to pity him disappeared completely. He threw the handkerchief at him and said, “I just want to tell you that I live well over there. Don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself. Goodbye.”
He spoke in a crisp tone and ran out of the tent.
He didn’t care that Lin Bozhou picked up the handkerchief behind him. He saw that the curtain dropped down after he lifted it. He lowered his eyes and smiled inexplicably at the corner of his lips.
The night was dark, hiding Meng Huan’s complicated expression.
The environment has a huge impact on people… He couldn’t help but think that if Lin Bozhou stayed here for a while longer, he might develop the habits of a soldier or a bandit, and become completely wild.
Meng Huan returned to the tent and rubbed his lower lip to make sure there was nothing.
Everyone was packing up, and Zhu Dong said, “Are you back? Put away your clothes, because we’ll be on the march early tomorrow morning.”
“So fast?”
Meng Huan went back to the floor and folded his clothes and put them into his bag. No one was talking in the entire tent, only the rustling sound of clothes being put away.
Through the opened curtain, one could see that in the tent of Zhenguan Hou opposite, people were busy coming in and out, packing up their things.
The company camp was very quiet, yet the atmosphere was inexplicably restless.
——This is time to prepare for the march.
SEVENTY FOUR
The ground in the early morning was filled with a damp, fishy smell. Outside the camp, there was the sound of horses and carriages. The crowd seemed to be carrying things out, creating a scene of busyness.
“Get up, eat, and then get out of here. Walk a little further while the weather is cool.” Someone said.
Meng Huan got up and rubbed his eyes. After getting dressed, he went out of the camp to drink porridge. He felt sleepy while holding the bowl. Zhu Dong reminded him: “Drink more, otherwise you will have no energy to walk for a whole morning. It will be troublesome if you can’t walk and fall behind.”
Meng Huan had no choice but to nod his head with difficulty and spun two bowls in a row.
Putting the bowl back into the basin, Meng Huan walked to the camp gate with his bag on his back. He found that the army had not yet moved out of the camp. His eyes flickered slightly: “Aren’t the prince and his men leaving?”
“Have you never heard that food and fodder must be sent before troops move? We are following the baggage train, which moves slowly,” Zhu Dong said. “The prince is leading the army, riding horses, so he must be moving faster than us, so he can catch up.”
“…”
Do you mean you want to go your separate ways with Lin Bozhou?
Meng Huan couldn’t help but look back at the central military tent.
Zhu Dong saw his reluctant expression and frowned: “Brother, who are you looking at?”
Meng Huan: “Ah?”
“You’re not looking at the prince, are you?”
“…”
“He already has a princess. Some of your thoughts are very dangerous.”
Meng Huan chose not to talk to him. He picked up his painting supplies, turned around and followed the palace’s entourage.
Although Zhu Dong talks a lot of nonsense, some of what he says is true.
Horses were a scarce resource for warfare in ancient times, and not everyone had them, so most people could only rely on their feet when traveling. Meng Huan wore a pair of cloth shoes, and walked on the rugged road. Soon, the soles of his shoes seemed to be worn through, and the soles of his feet ached. Every step he took was accompanied by a piercing pain that crawled along the soles of his feet to his heart.
He was not the worst. Some people were reluctant to wear out their cloth shoes and wore straw and hemp shoes when walking, which caused them to get scratched and bleed from time to time.
Meng Huan’s feet hurt a lot. He stood there and looked back.
——The long team stretched across the entire hillside. They were the people who were about to go outside Shanhaiguan to defend their country.
Meng Huan was in pain and tired, so he didn’t know what to say for a moment. He pursed his lips and walked forward, enduring the pain.
Marching is a long process. Except for eating on the way, the boring walk takes a whole day.
Someone came to Meng Huan halfway and asked, “Young Master, would you like to take a ride in the carriage that’s carrying the luggage?”
The space there was narrow, leaving only one or two spaces for people to fit in. Meng Huan thought about it and shook his head: “I can still walk.”
If he compromised on the first day of the march, wouldn’t he become a burden?
Meng Huan didn’t want to be defeated as soon as he arrived.
At noon, Meng Huan stopped at a plain to cook. He found a haystack to sit on, half-closed his eyes to look at everything around him, and took out his easel.
Zhu Dong came up and asked: “What are you drawing?”
Meng Huan: “Draw what you see on the road.”
“That’s great,” Zhu Dong said, “unlike me, who can only write poetry.”
Just like taking photos and posting them on social media during a trip, they write poems and draw pictures to preserve their experiences and memories along the way. Meng Huan squinted and smiled. After traveling from modern civilized society to ancient society, he finally became familiar with and accustomed to everything here.
Zhu Dong watched from the side: “You are awesome.”
“so so.”
When Meng Huan quickly sketched out the shape of the carriage, Zhu Dong was even more surprised: “You draw really well.”
It’s hard to say what’s good about it, it just feels more three-dimensional, more realistic, and as if you can touch it.
Meng Huan said: “This is called light and shadow. People nowadays don’t pay much attention to this when painting.”
Zhu Dong: “Did you invent this?”
“No.” Meng Huan held the easel, “I’m just a learner.”
As Meng Huan sketched the landscape, Zhu Dong became more and more upset: “It seems like you have a place to use your skills in the army.”
He looked sad: “But everyone has read books and can read. I can’t do anything. It’s really hard.”
“…”
Meng Huan blinked and began to comfort this career-oriented person.
It was quite pleasant to play and fight along the way. The easel on Meng Huan’s shoulder was not heavy, but the most strenuous part was walking. The roads in ancient times were not flat, but dirt roads. Going up and down pressed the skin on the soles of the feet, and it gradually hurt as if the toes were hit hard.
The weather is still hot.
He was walking on the road sweating profusely, feeling dizzy from the sun. Not far away, he saw someone kneeling on the ground due to heat stroke. Voices were heard from all around: “Uncle Li, Uncle Li? Did he get heat stroke?”
The crowd gathered, as if trying to wake him up and give him water. The military doctor who was traveling with him also came forward, took out the medicine powder and put it in his mouth.
The sky was filled with white light, Meng Huan’s lips were pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He saw that this group of people seemed to want to save this person, but they had not completed the distance they had traveled, so they left in a hurry. Only close friends stayed by his side.
Zhu Dong said: “Let’s see if he can wake up. If he can’t, he will probably die.”
Meng Huan pursed his lips and said nothing.
The feelings I have had during the past two days in the military camp have been constantly refreshed and reshaped.
His face was pale, and his forehead was red from the sun. His wet black hair was stuck to his forehead, his face was covered with sweat, and his lips were shiny red and slightly parted.
Meng Huan was sweating all over and wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.
“Never mind,” Zhu Dong said, “let’s get on with our journey.”
Meng Huan stood where he was, but his feet seemed to be rooted and he couldn’t move.
He always thought that he was a very ordinary person and could not write words that showed sympathy for the people, but looking at everyone at this moment, he felt really bitter.
The summer heat is not painful, the foot pain is not painful, but the life being treated as worthless is painful.
Meng Huan walked over to the relatives and friends of the people suffering from heat stroke and handed over the kettle: “You can use it.”
The boy was fair and clean, with white and slender fingertips, and he looked down at them.
Everyone knows what a pot of water on a hot day means, and they are grateful: “Thank you.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Meng Huan turned around and prepared to continue on his way.
But there was a vibration behind him, which gradually became heavier, as if there was thunder underground, and it even turned into a faint roar, as if the heaven and earth were about to be shaken and collapsed.
Meng Huan looked confused: “What is this?”
Zhu Dong stood on tiptoe: “This is the sound of horse hooves. The prince’s army is catching up.”
The prince’s army?
Hearing Lin Bozhou’s name, Meng Huan turned around.
A few fluttering flags appeared in the dust. The leader held the banner in one hand and held the reins of the horse with the other, galloping in the dust.
And behind him, like a mast that was just beginning to show its head, more and more soldiers and horses were revealed, like a gradually gathering colony of ants, trampling the dirt road into billowing dust, and the sky was filled with dust, like a storm rushing towards the crowd.
“Stand back and be careful not to get trampled by the horses.”
Zhu Dong reminded.
Meng Huan retreated to the side of the road.
The standard-bearer carried a large banner with a flying dragon pattern representing the commander-in-chief, and rode past them at a rapid speed, his horse galloping away.
And behind him, there were thousands of soldiers and horses.
…Such a magnificent scene.
Meng Huan’s heart couldn’t stop beating wildly, the military horses were reflected in his eyes, and an exclamation rolled out of his throat: “Wow——”
He moved his eyes slightly and looked towards the center of the crowd.
Lin Bozhou, the commander-in-chief escorted by several rows of cavalry, had long since stopped wearing royal robes and had changed into a red-gold military officer’s flying fish robe. On his shoulder and neck was a ferocious and colorful python dragon, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He held the reins tightly in the smoke and dust, his dark and handsome eyebrows lowered extremely low.
He had such a condescending attitude, not even looking at the common people on the road, as if he were a god crushing everyone. Ordinary people could only quickly glance at his departing back.
Looking up at him from afar, Meng Huan suddenly felt how insignificant he was. When the tall and vigorous horse passed by quickly, as if sensing something, Lin Bozhou tilted his head and glanced in his direction, his eyes dark.
——But it was only for a short, short moment.
The horses galloped away under the escort of the riders.
The figure became as distant as a dot, and the fierce sound of horse hooves was still echoing in Meng Huan’s ears.
He stood there, his little face looking up, white and clean, his lips slightly parted, his eyes dark and lustrous.
Zhu Dong also recovered from his shock: “So, who wouldn’t want to fight for the country? Look, the prince is really dazzling.”
Meng Huan came back to his senses and hummed, “Yes.”
So dazzling.
So charming.
It even made Meng Huan feel dizzy.
And……
——Or his husband.
This is the softest and sweetest thought in Meng Huan’s heart.
Zhu Dong waved his hands and said excitedly: “I want to fight, I want to ride a horse, I want to make contributions! I want to be like the prince!”
Meng Huan smiled, looked up at the dazzling sun and said, “Let’s go.”
After the commander passed by, the strong soldiers came up. The soldiers had no horses to ride, but instead marched quickly with weapons in hand, stretching along the entire road for several miles.
Meng Huan walked beside the team. It was an early autumn evening and the sky was filled with sunset glow. The sky was filled with thick haze. The fields were covered with crops that had just been harvested. The emerald green was interspersed with golden yellow, and the smell of ripe fruits and vegetables came from it, which was fresh and pleasant.
The gate of the camp stood in front of him, and Zhu Dong burst into tears: “Finally, I’m here, my dear mother.”
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…” Meng Huan’s defense was broken immediately. He knelt on the ground and crawled forward twice with difficulty. He stood up, walked into the camp gate, and found the tent in the palace.
Everyone was having dinner, and they looked at them with a smile: “You are young, your feet are weak, you can’t walk fast, right?”
Meng Huan didn’t feel embarrassed anymore. He drank the water quickly, and then went to scoop up some rice.
Family members, rice!
Have you ever eaten rice, bro? Have you ever eaten rice, bro?
White, plump, hot rice! And vegetables! I have never seen rice so intimate in my life. Meng Huan ate three bowls with tears in his eyes.
After eating until his stomach was full, Meng Huan finally felt his strength coming back and could smell the stench of sweat on his body. His cotton clothes were particularly wicking, and the smell could only be described as pungent.
Meng Huan was a bit of a germaphobe and asked, “Can we take a shower?”
“Sure, aren’t we stationed along the river? Just go out and wash.” Zhu Dong was too lazy, “I don’t want to wash. I don’t even want to move a finger now.”
He didn’t want to move, so Meng Huan took his clothes and went out.
It was different from what he had imagined. He thought that many soldiers would take a bath in the river, but in fact, their military law was strict and no one dared to go into the water unless allowed to do so. Violators would be punished according to military law.
The water upstream is for drinking by people and horses.
Meng Huan went downstream with a roll of clothes in his arms, and met some people bathing. They were all soldiers from various camps, not regular soldiers. It was dark, and the group found a secluded corner to take off their clothes, rubbing their backs and clothes.
Meng Huan also wanted to find a corner where he would not be seen by others.
He walked for a distance and walked along the shallows to the other side of the river, where there were branches blocking the view. After making sure the place was hidden, Meng Huan tentatively reached his hand into the cold river water.
Inside the central military tent at the other end.
The food was served on the table. Lin Bozhou was reading the military book in the candlelight. He put the book down, picked up the chopsticks, and let Chen An take them and read them in his ear.
He had read many books on state governance in the past, but now he needed to read books on military administration so that he could be more knowledgeable and have a stronger memory.
While listening to him, I moved my chopsticks a few times and thought, “Where’s Huanhuan? Is she used to living here?”
“The princess seems uncomfortable with this, but she is adapting and has never complained.” Chen An said with a smile, “The princess has a very strong character.”
Lin Bozhou picked with chopsticks, his tongue unconsciously licking his teeth, his eyes uncertain.
Hearing these words, he felt no comfort, only that Meng Huan was suffering.
Then he asked, “Have you arrived at the military camp?”
“He’s here,” Chen An said, “He invited the princess to get on the carriage, but he insisted on walking on his own, so he walked slower, but he still arrived not long ago. He has probably finished dinner now and is preparing to rest.”
When he said this, Lin Bozhou’s eyelashes drooped slightly, and some light was faintly hidden. He seemed to have met Meng Huan who was walking slower halfway, but he took a quick glance and knew that the three armies would not stop for one person, so he continued to ride away.
In his mind, the scene of Meng Huan looking at him eagerly emerged. Lin Bozhou breathed heavily, and his heart was still confused: “Have you dealt with the military affairs? I will go to see him.”
Chen An said: “It’s done.”
“Bring a bottle of medicinal wine.” Thinking of something, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and warned.
He changed out of his Feiyu suit and did not wear royal clothes, but just ordinary clothes, and came to the tent of the Regent’s Palace.
Lin Bozhou did not enter the tent, but Chen An asked, “Where is my nephew?”
Zhu Dong raised his messy head from the quilt: “Brother Chen went to the river to take a bath and wash clothes. He said he smelled. What’s wrong?”
Chen An smiled and said, “Nothing.”
Lin Bozhou paused, turned around and walked out of the camp gate.
The night was getting darker, and the river reflected the last rays of the setting sun. Occasionally, people could be seen bathing in the river, but these soldiers were more conscious and knew that the weather was hot and the soldiers were not allowed to bathe, so they also hid and bathed secretly.
Lin Bozhou’s eyes turned slightly, and a slender figure walking far away came into his sight. He looked around, as if to make sure that he would not be discovered wherever he went.
“Your Highness, do you want to go into the water?” asked the guard.
Lin Bozhou raised his hand: “Well, no need to follow me.”
The guards stopped.
Lin Bozhou walked slowly forward, following the figure with his eyes.
The boy’s feet must have hurt a lot, so he walked with a limp. He jumped across the shallows of the river and walked to the other side. Then he walked around and around until he came to a rock with a tall banyan tree growing on it. He looked back as if to confirm, and his figure disappeared.
Meng Huan likes to be clean and has a strong sense of shame. He doesn’t like others touching his body. He got angry after sleeping on the first night. Therefore, Lin Bozhou expected that he would secretly take a shower away from everyone.
Lin Bozhou walked across the shallows, walking lightly. When he approached the pile of rocks, he saw several washed clothes hanging on the branches, fluttering in the wind.
It was very dark, and ripples were rippling on the water behind the rocks.
“La la la… la la la…”
The young boy’s childish voice could also be heard, as if humming a song.
It seems like a pleasant day.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.
For some reason, the corners of his lips lifted up in a slight smile.
One step further –
Meng Huan didn’t expect the water in the river to be so cold after the sun went down.
When he tried to go into the water, he felt so cold that his bones trembled. He quickly climbed out, washed his clothes first, and hung them on the branches to dry. Then he began to think again about whether to go into the water.
Put your hands in the water, it feels nice and cool.
When I put my feet in, it felt nice and cold.
But when the water reached his waist, Meng Huan screamed “Fuck” and quickly jumped out of the water.
…My eggs are frozen, qaq.
After repeating this several times, Meng Huan stood in the shallow water of the water bank with his fair shoulders slightly hunched, groping for a piece of clean cloth and wiping it on his body.
After the body adapted to the low temperature, it was much easier to accept the water. Meng Huan went back into the water, sat in the water happily, and couldn’t help humming a song.
As he was humming, Meng Huan heard a very light sound of footsteps, right behind him. He turned his head and couldn’t see clearly because of the stone blocking his view, but he could clearly feel someone coming.
“…”
Meng Huan suddenly felt very embarrassed and held his breath, hoping that the other party would not notice that there were people here, or hoping that the other party would notice that there were people here but leave politely.
Meng Huanshui didn’t dare to scoop water anymore. He sat there stiffly with his ears pricked up. He heard the footsteps stop.
……What’s the meaning?
I waited quietly for a long time.
The footsteps started moving again, but they were much lighter, as if someone had taken off their shoes.
Meng Huan sat in the water in a daze. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a “splash” of water entering the water.
“!!!”
He actually came down directly?
Brother, do you know first come first served? This is my territory…
Meng Huan finally found a place to enjoy a moment of peace, but he didn’t expect this person to be so rude. He actually took off his clothes and came down directly without asking whether the people inside welcomed him or not.
Meng Huan was extremely angry. Although men shouldn’t be too picky about things between each other, she was married after all, and it was not polite to bathe in the same pool with a strange man.
He didn’t like to argue, thinking that since you want to wash, then I won’t wash. When he caught a glimpse of the figure behind the stone wall, Meng Huan walked to the other side: “Who is it?”
There was no answer.
Meng Huan said, “Are you going to wash it? Then I won’t wash it.”
He covered his lower back with a handkerchief and turned away.
However, I walked too fast and lost my balance, and my feet stepped on smooth cobblestones. My feet were already sore from walking all day, and the sudden pain caused my knees to shake and I fell forward suddenly.
“Pah—”
Water splashes.
The handkerchief that Meng Huan used to cover his butt floated on the water. Due to the buoyancy, his body fell uncontrollably. The next second, his wrist was grabbed by a strong force.
The hand holding him had distinct joints, was strong and powerful, and the temperature was scorching. Meng Huan quickly shook him off and tried to stand up by holding onto the slippery stone wall, but his waist was hooked by another hand, almost touching his white and smooth buttocks, and then he was hooked forward and slammed heavily into his wet and hot chest.
The sky was dark, Meng Huan’s heart was pounding, he couldn’t see anything clearly, the shadow in front of him was overwhelming and falling, the breath was hot, biting his lips.
Rubbing roughly.
——At that moment, Meng Huan was terrified to the extreme.
He had heard that there were no women in the military camp, and that these men would sometimes catch any man they could to vent their sexual desires. Was it because he was fair-skinned and handsome that he was targeted by this beast?
Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him away, but he was held even tighter instead.
He heard a low laugh.
A familiar mute voice.
“…”
The tense string in my mind suddenly loosened.
Meng Huan dropped his hands.
The next second, his two white legs were held up and lifted up, with his back against the damp stone wall. In the shadow, Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and spoke lazily.
“Why are you running?”
SEVENTY FIVE
The heart in my chest was beating wildly, as if it had been hit by something. I was still in shock, my heart was beating so fast that even the breath I exhaled was hot.
Meng Huan’s face turned pale with fear, and his eyes moved slowly. His body was covered with water droplets, and his skin glowed white in the moonlight. His eyelids were moist, his eyelashes were wet, and his eyes fell on Lin Bozhou in embarrassment.
He finally recovered from his shock.
In just a second, Meng Huan raised his hands to hug his neck tightly and bit his shoulder:
“You scared me……”
Feeling aggrieved, angry, and biting.
Lin Bozhou didn’t care and let him bite him, holding him steady with one hand. The boy was rather thin, and his fair skin had been soaked in cold water, so the temperature was low and it was even colder when he was fished out. When the wind blew, his back arched nervously.
Lin Bozhou put his hands under his armpits and pressed his back into his arms, turning his back to block the wind for him: “How was your day?”
Meng Huan whispered, “All good.”
Recalling something, Meng Huan added, “I saw you on the road.”
Lin Bozhou smiled: “I have also seen Huanhuan.”
“…” Meng Huan felt embarrassed, his face flushed and his heart beat fast. “Hello…” He took a breath and said, “Yaoyan.”
He also wants to ride a horse and gallop across the battlefield like this, how cool!
Meng Huan got excited at the thought, and fluttered in his arms. Lin Bozhou’s eyes paused slightly, and stayed on his white feet hanging in the air. There was a sound of water, and Lin Bozhou carried him to the dry stone bank, sat down, and gently held his white feet with one hand.
After walking for a whole day, the boy’s little toe was red and swollen, and his heels were blistered. When he pinched them with his fingers, Meng Huan groaned in pain and shrank into his arms.
The boy buried his clean white neck in his shoulder and rubbed against his arms: “What are you doing?”
“Do your feet hurt after walking all day?” Lin Bozhou held his feet tightly.
Meng Huan nodded: “It hurts.”
When he thought about having to walk like this for another ten days or half a month, Meng Huan couldn’t help but sigh, thinking that he really wanted to give up.
It’s even harder than the military training when I was in college.
As he thought about it, Meng Huan curled up in his arms, feeling aggrieved.
He was mumbling something to himself, looking very dissatisfied.
Lin Bozhou laughed again, took out the medicine bottle beside him, and poured the medicinal wine into his palm: “Didn’t Chen An say that Huanhuan is very tough?”
He clenched Meng Huan’s palm, smeared medicinal wine on it, and gently rubbed the acupuncture points with his finger bones. The tight and numb feeling, the hard finger bones, and the touch when pressing and rubbing the sore parts came in waves, and the sore and itchy feeling suddenly drilled into the heart.
Lin Bozhou rubbed it very attentively, his eyes dropped, and he talked to him in a casual manner.
When the soles of his feet were rubbed and hurt again, Meng Huan retracted his feet and blushed: “I will definitely be tough in front of them, but there is no need to be tough in front of you…”
He was actually very embarrassed to have his feet grabbed by him. He pursed his lips silently and clenched his white toes in shame.
The toes were pink and curled up, and Lin Bozhou immediately pinched and rubbed them: “Yeah, Huanhuan is right.”
The good thing about Lin Bozhou is that he is very tolerant of Meng Huan’s temper. Even if Meng Huan occasionally says some childish words, he never scolds him according to his own standards, but instead goes along with what Meng Huan says.
Lin Bozhou rubbed the soles of Meng Huan’s feet until they softened, and asked, “Are you still going to walk by yourself tomorrow?”
Meng Huan nodded: “Yes. When I can’t walk anymore, I’ll go on horseback.”
Lin Bozhou hummed and washed his hands: “Don’t be so stubborn.”
There was a cool breeze blowing along the river bank. As the night deepened, the shadows of the tree branches were reflected in the moonlight.
The night was a little chilly, and we couldn’t help but want to touch each other, but after we touched each other, our whole bodies became hot.
Lin Bozhou had something in his eyes, but he restrained himself: “Your husband won’t touch you. We have to travel tomorrow. If you don’t do it well tonight, you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”
Meng Huan thought something was really going to happen between him and Lin Bozhou, and was thinking about how to persuade him to quit masturbating, but he was relieved when he heard this.
After they had bathed and dressed, they stood on a rock and looked at the brightly lit camp on the other side of the river. Under the pitch-black sky, torches were lit high up in the camp, and the flickering flames cast a blurry shadow of the tent.
Meng Huan was curious: “We are stationed here, won’t the enemy attack us?”
Lin Bozhou laughed: “This is inside the pass. Unless Shanhaiguan is lost or there is a melee in the clan, no one will attack us in the middle of the night.”
Thoughts flashed through Meng Huan’s mind one after another: “So what are you having for dinner tonight?”
“Tonight we were by the river, eating steamed fish, bacon, and drinking wine.”
Meng Huan nodded: “I also ate.”
He asked again: “How long will it take us to get outside the pass?”
“We can walk sixty miles a day, and it will take about ten days to walk.”
Meng Huan looked up at him pitifully: “I can’t walk anymore.”
Lin Bozhou stroked his hair and said, “Huanhuan, be good.”
If Meng Huan hadn’t been worried about him fighting outside, why would he have followed him to suffer like this? He knew it in his heart, so he felt soft and distressed when he heard such words.
Meng Huan turned around and looked at the other side of the river. After being with Lin Bozhou, he tended to act like a spoiled child, and he couldn’t help it. But he didn’t need to be embarrassed, since no one else saw him.
Torches flashed in the tent opposite, as if they were checking the number of people in the camp.
“It’s time to go back,” Meng Huan turned to look at him, “Do you want to go first or should I?”
Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: “Huanhuan goes first.”
Meng Huan nodded and prepared to run away, but Lin Bozhou said, “Your husband is watching you from behind.”
“…” Meng Huan couldn’t help it, ran back, approached him, kissed him and waved, “Let’s go!”
Lin Bozhou’s lips were wet, and he lowered his eyes to see Meng Huan running and jumping across the mudflat, seeming to be very happy.
Lin Bozhou’s lips curled slightly and he smiled unconsciously. After seeing the young man running away, he slowly walked to the other side.
At the entrance of the camp, a horse was chewing grass, and the postman was panting. It was an urgent letter from Mao Chengchang.
Lin Bozhou took it and hurried back to the central army tent. The Marquis of Zhenguan came over and clasped his fists to him, “Your Majesty.”
Lin Bozhou glanced at him and asked calmly, “What’s wrong?”
“Mao Chengchang allowed Zhu Lizhen to grow stronger and Liaodong fell. What do you think should be done, Your Majesty?”
“What do you think, sir?” Lin Bozhou asked calmly.
The Marquis of Zhenguan said: “It is not enough to stabilize the morale of the army if Mao Chengchang is not dealt with, but we cannot deal with him now. He still has troops in Liaodong. If he opens the city gate out of fear and surrenders to Zhu Lizhen, and betrays the whole clan, I am afraid that it will be a disaster. We must first calm his emotions, and then discuss it after we take over the city gate in Liaodong.”
Lin Bozhou nodded and smiled: “What the Marquis said is also what I think in my heart, let’s do it this way.”
People around him could clearly sense that the Regent seemed to be in a good mood after his trip.
Lin Bozhou walked slowly forward, passing the tent of the Prince Regent’s Mansion. When he opened the curtain and went in, Meng Huan was already sleeping in the quilt. The weather was hot, and his white feet were exposed from the quilt. His pink toes were slightly curled up. He was facing the inner wall of the tent, with his eyes closed and sleeping soundly.
“king……”
Someone seemed to be about to sing.
Lin Bozhou put his finger to his lips and said gently: “Shh.”
Meng Huan insisted on walking, but on the fifth day he completely lost his ability and his legs were on the verge of being scrapped.
He rode a mule and headed towards Shanhaiguan. When he had nothing to do, he would paint on the mule’s back, painting the scenes of the troops going to war.
Zhu Dong led the mule for him, and Meng Huan promised to let him ride for a while when he was tired. Zhu Dong then loyally served as his lackey.
He held the reins and looked up at him: “What are you drawing?”
Meng Huan responded absentmindedly.
There were words written on the paper, with confusing arrows and annotations. Only Meng Huan could understand it. At first glance, it looked like some kind of logically rigorous mind map.
Meng Huan was thinking: “What was the reason for Lin Bozhou’s defeat in the original book?”
The reason was written on the paper: [Soldier]
[The soldiers are not good enough]
[Backstabbed]
…
But after Meng Huan finished listing them, he found that none of them could be solved by himself.
“…”
I am scratching my head and wondering, what use am I?
The defense was broken.
Zhu Dong urged: “Good brother, it’s my turn to ride the mule.”
“oh.”
Meng Huan closed the paper scroll, dismounted, and let Zhu Dong lead the horse instead.
This was the eighth day of the march, and he and Zhu Dong maintained the habit of helping each other.
After a while, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and there was a faint sound of rolling dark clouds, and dull thunder rolled in the clouds.
Meng Huan looked up, vaguely worried: “Are we going to travel in the rain?”
Just as I finished speaking, I felt my cheeks get wet and my eyelashes were stained with raindrops, which felt damp and cool.
“…”
The rain gradually increased.
“Really?”
Meng Huan quickly put the paper roll into a waterproof cowhide bag, stretched out his hand to catch the rain, and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. He felt very mysterious, not embarrassed, but rather quite interesting.
——Never been so close to nature.
The travelers complained a few words, then trudged forward in the fishy yellow mud, facing the current with difficulty.
On rainy days, the ground is slippery and very tiring. Zhu Dong got off and said calmly: “We are getting wet in the rain now so that we won’t get wet in the rain again in the future.”
Meng Huan just made him laugh.
Meng Huan was not a person who could not endure hardship. He stood in the rain, breathing in the damp mist. Thinking that he and Lin Bozhou were feeling the same temperature, he felt calm.
We walked from morning to afternoon, but before we reached the planned distance, a scout came and said, “The road ahead has been washed away by heavy rain, and the horses and carriages can’t pass. Should we stay where we are, or repair the road immediately?”
“Inform the prince?” Everyone discussed it at once.
He went to inform Lin Bozhou, and soon, several fast horses came over. The leader, wearing a dark raincoat, reined in the horses and looked at the broken road. He said, “Don’t delay the journey, repair the road immediately.”
“yes!”
The soldiers took out their tools, dug holes, dug stones, and chopped wood. They buried their feet in deep mud, their bodies covered with dust, and used hoes to dig up the rocks and pave the road.
The rain was pouring down, the wind and rain were relentless, the bottom of the pit was filled with water, but when they were about to scoop it out, the soldiers’ arms and shoulders were covered in blood, the loess almost reached their waists and abdomens, and their facial features were blurred by the mud.
Lin Bozhou looked gloomy, and after a moment, he got off the horse.
The attendant was surprised: “Your Majesty——”
Not only him, but there was also a subtle vibration in the crowd.
What they realized: “Your Highness is a noble and noble man. Let your subordinates do this kind of thing. Please, Your Highness—”
The whip in Lin Bozhou’s hand was thrown away lightly. He walked to the mud pit, picked up a shovel and dug the mud on the road aside. His clothes were wet by the heavy rain.
This is the prince.
This is the royal family.
What a distinguished status this is.
He was actually digging a mud pit with the soldiers!
The attendant choked up as he stepped forward to pick up the equipment. His feet sank into the mud and he dug away the soil that blocked his way. His figure became a blur in the rain.
The rain fell on his face, making him feel numb with cold. Meng Huan could not see the people clearly in his sight and thought it was rain. After a while, he realized that it was slightly hot.
As if he was hit by something, a feeling of sadness filled his chest, making his nose feel sour.
Meng Huan couldn’t explain what this was. This was the saddest moment he had felt since his long march.
Not long after, the repair of the road was completed. Lin Bozhou stood by the road and watched the horses passing by one after another. His clothes were covered with mud, and his thin face was also stained with mud. His eyebrows and eyes were dark. After confirming that the road was correct, he turned around and walked towards his horse.
His body was covered in mud, his hair was a little messy, and his long eyes, which had been elegant before, were narrowed, and inexplicably took on a wild look.
After a moment, when he passed by Meng Huan, his footsteps seemed to pause.
“Let’s go.”
At the order, the army continued to move forward.
He mounted his horse and returned to the army with his followers, his figure getting farther and farther away. Meng Huan was still a little dazed looking at his back.
Beside him, Zhu Dong said in an admiring voice: “Our prince really understands people’s hearts. With this trick, our military camp has a soul.”
Meng Huan hesitated: “Ah?”
“Many of our temporary army are not the prince’s soldiers, and they may not be sincere to the prince. Now that they know that the prince truly loves and cares for them, the soldiers will be more loyal to him,” Zhu Dong is a rational person, “our prince is a man who can do great things. It’s good that it rained, let it wash away all the chronic diseases of the clan.”
Meng Huan opened her lips and looked at him with clear eyes, as if she had a lot of complicated things to say. But he couldn’t say it, he just looked at the continuous rain, and the scene kept replaying in front of his eyes.
His lips were slightly bitten, and his eyes were bright.
I saw other people moving forward one after another.
He spoke in a brisk tone, full of the freshness of a young man: “Let’s go too!”
People were cooking in the camp, cowhide was used to block the wind and rain, it was a cool and humid environment, the soldiers gathered together to talk, the atmosphere seemed much more relaxed.
When they saw the people in the palace, they didn’t feel as strange as before, and even nodded in greeting.
“This is the human heart.” Zhu Dong said with a firm tone.
“…”
Meng Huan couldn’t help but laugh. He felt that they had demonized Lin Bozhou too much, as if he had no humanity and that he was doing everything based on his IQ and rationality.
But Meng Huan was in a good mood and didn’t want to argue with him. After returning to the tent, he secretly wiped himself clean, changed into clean clothes, and went to warm himself by the campfire.
Zhu Dong held a bowl of hot pork and said, “This is the pig that the prince bought from a nearby villager. He said we worked hard on the journey in the rain, so he gave us this as a reward. It was distributed to each tent right after it was killed.” Zhu Dong had a satisfied smile on his face, “It smells so good!”
Meng Huan happily ran to get the pork soup, but because he came too late, the meat in the pot had been cooked away, leaving only some oily soup.
Meng Huan curled his lips and poured a bowl of soup in frustration.
As he was drinking his soup with a unhappy heart, a line of soldiers passed by in front of him.
The hand that was drinking the soup paused.
Meng Huan remembered that they were almost reaching Shanhaiguan, and the troops transferred from Shandong also accelerated to arrive and meet Lin Bozhou here.
The man in the lead had a scar on his face, deep furrows between his brows, and a very irritable expression. He was also soaked by the wind and rain.
He walked quickly forward, followed by a line of soldiers. Some soldiers were carrying treasure chests and gifts, and a few soldiers were wrapping a few beautiful women in tattered clothes.
“…”
Meng Huan’s expression changed and he looked away.
Those beauties were dressed in plain clothes, but they were obviously treated well in the army. Their faces were fair and rosy, like clean girls from farm families. Their clothes were not wet in the rain, and they were probably sitting in a carriage. When they walked through the camp with their heads down, many soldiers looked up at them.
——It’s really beautiful.
——But the direction they were heading was indeed Lin Bozhou’s tent.
Hold.
“Crack.”
Meng Huan heard the sound of his nails scraping on the porcelain bowl.
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RomanceTitle: 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...
