MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 112

There were tears in the corners of the young man's eyes, his voice trembled slightly, his body was chilled by the cold wind just blowing, his arms were wrapped around his neck, and there was a burst of aggrieved complaints muffled by his ears.

The voice made him speak so delicately, the ending was sticky, and the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips curled up unconsciously.

He raised his long finger and lightly stroked Meng Huan's thin jaw with his fingertips.

His enthusiasm was heating up, and his voice was very soft and low.

"Isn't this back?"

"But I'm just afraid, shouldn't you be afraid?"

Meng Huan also asked him to express his emotions, and said intermittently, "You don't even know how I feel when I wait for you to come back alone. I can't eat lunch, and I can't drink a sip of water. I look forward to the stars and the moon. Waiting for you My heart hurts—”

Teenage depression needs an outlet.

Lin Bozhou looked down for a while, and said with a smile, "Well, I have committed a great crime for my husband, so please make up for Huanhuan."

"..."

As soon as he succumbed, Meng Huan couldn't get angry anymore, and was stunned in place.

"Is your heart still hurting?"

Lin Bozhou thoughtfully, lowered his eyebrows and slowly approached him, leaning against his ear: "Rubbing for your husband?"

"..."

The curtain of the carriage was lowered, Lin Bozhou supported Meng Huan's waist with one hand, and his hand was just near his heart, pressing with different strengths. You can feel his fingertips stroking through the clothes, which is very indecent.

Meng Huan was touched all over by him, blushing and grabbed his hand: "Don't touch it."

After staying for a while, he said again: "I think you are really fine now."

Lin Bozhou laughed: "Why do you say that?"

"In broad daylight, you have the leisure to do such a thing." Meng Huan thought for a while, "It must be fine, if something happens, you don't do this."

If the situation was still critical, Lin Bozhou wouldn't have the word astringent in his mind at all, he would definitely be sitting upright, his brows and eyes lost in thought.

Meng Huan didn't expect him to go out to solve such a big matter. They are now riding in this carriage, and they must be going back to the palace.

Even the palace can be returned in a fair manner. You must know that in the past two days, whenever there was Lin Bozhou's whereabouts, a huge reward was offered, and a seal was pasted on the gate of the palace.

Meng Huan inexplicably had the feeling that her husband had earned tens of millions and returned home.

Meng Huan changed the position of sitting on his lap, and grabbed his hand: "Husband, tell me about it."

"Go back and talk."

Lin Bozhou pinched his chin, sticking out the tip of his tongue, licking from the upper lip to the lower lip, squeezed a gap and quickly slipped into the jaw.

His lips were wet, Meng Huan's mind buzzed, and his spine softened.

During the four months of the march, he had **** with Lin Bozhou very few times. The two of them first became relatives before they fell in love, and even fell asleep before they fell in love. The passionate love period that breeds affection happened to be on the marching road, surrounded by human eyes, and no matter what they were doing, they were stared at.

"Husband..."

Meng Huan couldn't stand being kissed.

Lin Bozhou clasped the back of his head with his palm, turned sideways, and the tip of his tongue swam deeper, crushing his lips.

In the tingling sensation, a tingling pain of being bitten emerged.

"No..." Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out, suppressing his hot panting, his eyes were dark and moist, facing Lin Bozhou who seemed to have peaceful brows and eyes, but unconsciously licked his lips in a beastly manner.

Lin Bozhou's lips were so moist that he wanted to kiss them.

Meng Huan put a finger on his lips: "No, no, no, husband, I can't kiss anymore. It's still on the street. It would be bad if there was a big scene."

Press back, and return to the sitting posture. Lin Bozhou seemed to find it funny, looking towards Meng Huan with his dark and handsome eyes, his lips slightly lifted, but he didn't make any further moves.

"That's good."

Meng Huan withdrew his hand in satisfaction, got up from him, patted his buttocks, and said softly, "A man can be a beast, but if his wife says no, she can't."

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips and smiled.

Opening the curtain, Meng Huan leaned against the window, looking at the streets of the capital city after four months of absence.

The houses on both sides of the street are row upon row, the beams of the houses are covered with fallen snow, and the avenue paved with stones is also covered with icicles, making it smooth. The horses walk very slowly, for fear that their hooves will slip when they step on the road.

But the world is not gloomy gray and snowy white, there are lanterns hanging in front of every house, bright red colors, candied haws, sugar paintings, New Year pictures, couplets, red paper, and other bright colors are also walking on the street. .

Meng Huan turned around: "Husband, it's Chinese New Year!"

"Well," Lin Bozhou responded, "The war has been fought from summer to winter."

Meng Huan fell on his shoulder contentedly: "I like Chinese New Year."

The sound is beautiful.

Lin Bozhou smiled: "Where do you like to celebrate the New Year?"

"Lively." Meng Huan thought for a while, "I like lively."

"Okay." Lin Bozhou agreed, "Write it down."

Meng Huan leaned on the window and looked out again.

After turning around for a long time, the carriage finally entered the street where the Prince Regent's Mansion is located. This street is full of dignitaries' mansions, bustling shops and restaurants. During the Chinese New Year, they are all hung with red lanterns, tied with red paper, and cleaned. Clean and tidy, it looks like a scene of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

But the carriage went further and arrived at the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The gate is deserted, there is nothing under the door plaque, the snow is thick, there are two servants cleaning the snow, and there is a group of people waiting there.

The most beautiful place in the past is now extremely poor. It can be seen that since Lin Bozhou was seized of power in Liaodong, the life of the people in the palace is not easy.

The carriage stopped.

Lin Bozhou lifted his robe and got out of the carriage.

The people who greeted them knelt down, and there was a burst of mourning.

"My lord is back."

"My lord!"

"My lord is finally back."

"..."

The emotional content of the crying is rich, there are escapes after disasters, and there are also sorrows of rabbits and foxes. Lin Bozhou stood in the snow for a while, a few flakes of snow fell from his shoulders, and said softly: "The sky won't fall, let's all get up."

He took Meng Huan's hand into the palace gate.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the mansion is still so calm. Hurry up and buy what you need, tidy up the mansion, and don't stand and cry. It's the last New Year in the capital, let's go after the hustle and bustle."

You Jin was still wiping away tears, but when he heard this sentence, he nodded quickly: "Yes!"

Enter the mansion with the front foot, and rewards come from the palace with the back foot.

Fortunately, Lin Bozhou came back early. If he came back a little later, the palace would be confiscated and all his property would be lost. He probably heard You Jin talk about the situation in the mansion, and he didn't suffer much loss, except that he was stared at and frightened a while ago.

Hot chicken soup, dishes and rice were placed on the table, and the palace was busy buying lanterns and flower pots. You Jin knelt by the table and cried: "My lord, the servant almost thought that my lord would never come back, my lord! Especially when everyone It is said that the prince died in Liaodong, and the slaves quarreled with them every day, no cursing, no cursing, but every night they hid under the quilt and cried, and they were getting old."

"..."

Meng Huan took the eggplant with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, without saying a word.

"My lord's eye disease hasn't healed yet? Is there any good doctor over there? Hurry up and ask the imperial doctor Zhou. My lord has had enough of suffering from these eyes."

"My lord, my lord has lost weight... Master has also lost weight..."

You Jin's handkerchief was very wet.

Crying and crying, his ears buzzing, Lin Bozhou looked tired: "Go down and rest."

You Jin: "The slave has to serve the prince."

"Go down." Lin Bozhou laughed angrily, "If I tell you to go down, do I have to kick you?"

Hearing this, You Jin turned his grief into peace and said, "The slave has gone down."

His figure reluctantly retreated outside the bedroom.

Everyone around retreated, and Meng Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He has always been cautious in front of people, so he can relax in front of Lin Bozhou when there is no one else.

Picked up a piece of eggplant, held it to Lin Bozhou's lips with a spoon: "Husband, this is delicious, open your mouth, ah—"

Ever since Lin Bozhou's eye disease relapsed, Meng Huan was used to feeding him something with food. Lin Bozhou's eyes may be because Meng Huan had adapted to the state of his blindness before, and they haven't healed yet. Apart from being anxious, he didn't find him troublesome.

Lin Bozhou obediently bit the diced eggplant he sent.

"How is it? The diced eggplant is fried with oil and then mixed with diced meat. It's delicious, but it's not broken."

"Ah, very good."

At this moment, Lin Bozhou took off his white gauze and sat quietly on the spot.

His eyes were drooping, the bridge of his nose was cast with a faint shadow, and his sitting posture was very upright. If it wasn't for the fact that his chopsticks would fluctuate when picking up dishes, he wouldn't even look like a blind person.

Meng Huan picked up chopsticks and spare ribs again: "Husband, try this."

Lin Bozhou would obediently eat the food he picked up, and then said it was good, but Lin Bozhou didn't like green onions and beans, and when he put it in his mouth, his slender eyebrows would frown slightly.

Meng Huan would also find it funny at that time.

Wiping the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips with a handkerchief, Meng Huan was also thinking wildly.

Why is Lin Bozhou's eyes still not healed?

It should be that there was a lot of wind blowing at that time, and I had no money to eat the best medicines. Later, when I was on the road, I also boiled medicines without a meal.

But Meng Huan didn't dare to worry in front of Lin Bozhou. He was afraid that Lin Bozhou would lose his sight, so he felt sad in his heart, and even more sad when he heard his own words.

…so.

So be it, instead of worrying that the future will not get better day by day, it is better to hope that the future will get better one day.

Meng Huan filled a bowl of soup with a spoon, and brought it to Lin Bozhou's lips: "Husband, let's drink the soup."

The ending sound is sweet, especially like coaxing a child.

Lin Bozhou raised his brows, and said in a warm voice, "Drink it for your husband."

"No," Meng Huan said coquettishly, "I want to feed you."

Lin Bozhou paused: "Okay."

He looked helpless, so he sat upright, looked at Meng Huan with slightly slack eyes, lowered his head slightly, and parted his reddish lips.

He was born handsome, especially when the whole person bowed down in order to match Meng Huan, there was no dignified, dignified or upright that was usually high above, only the feminine and evil feeling that belonged to Meng Huan alone.

The soup is delivered to the mouth.

The hot soup overflowed into the gap between his lips, he licked it lightly with the tip of his scarlet tongue, his **** Adam's apple rolled, as if he swallowed something, and made a very light swallowing sound, a bit like the movement when they kissed.

Meng Huan bit his lip, feeling that feeding Lin Bozhou... so bitter.

"Does the chicken soup taste good..." Meng Huan asked softly.

I have to say, I have a small private message in my heart, it is because he is so astringent that he likes to feed.

Lin Bozhou seemed to be unaware of his lustful wife, he smiled lightly, and said in a warm voice, "Happy hard work."

Meng Huan's ears turned red: "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

Inside: QAQ.

Meng Huan picked up the spoon and scooped it up again: "Husband, drink another bowl."

"..."