MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 17

Night gradually fell. The guards of the palace stood solemnly on both sides of the road, wearing uniforms and holding swords.

Aunt Xu Fang and Nanny Xu knelt on the spot, and the servants and maids who had helped before all knelt on the ground, crying out deafeningly. The other servants were also called and stood aside.

Lin Bozhou turned a deaf ear to the voices present, and scanned the audience with his eyes as still as still water: "Today, the king is in charge of you. Apart from embezzlement of Madam's food, the group of people in the Xu family have done anything wrong in this mansion. You can say .”

The servants looked around, and seemed to be hesitant, but one person came forward and kowtowed slowly: "Mr. Xu stole things from the treasury without authorization, and was caught by a villain."

One after another, people knelt down.

"The servant girl, A Liu, jumped into the well precisely because she offended Aunt Xu Fang and was abused in every possible way. The floating corpse that was picked up was full of wounds, but this matter was also suppressed by Madam Xu."

"The villain's mother offended Nanny Xu, her leg was broken, and she is still lying on the sick bed..."

"Mr. Xu lends the equipment in the mansion to make a profit..."

"..."

The atmosphere was eerily silent, and any evil thing was worthy of being furious, but Lin Bozhou couldn't show his anger, and he said "yes" when he heard something, and raised his hand slightly when he heard something.

"The subordinate is here!" The commander clanged and knelt down.

"Take it down and cut it off. The head will patrol the courtyard and let all the servants have a look."

The head patrols the palace, just like the traitor's head patrols the three armies in wartime, it is for deterrence and warning.

From a short distance, Meng Huan saw that Lin Bozhou's handsome face was facing the general, and he gave orders ruthlessly without any disturbance.

"The subordinates take orders."

The guard commander gestured to the guards next to him. The other party took out a big knife, the edge of the knife was pitch black and moist, and it was shiny after drinking enough human blood, and he lifted the knife up.

"Wait a minute." Lin Bozhou thought of something.

"My lord, what else do you want?"

Lin Bozhou turned his head and met Meng Huan's gaze.

For a moment, Meng Huan's eyes were empty, as if seeing the true face of a god, his eyes were burned by lightning and flames, and he buried his head down.

Lin Bozhou's voice was thoughtful: "Have you ever seen a murder?"

"No." Meng Huan said.

Lin Bozhou hummed, and motioned to the commander: "Take it away, don't use the knife in front of Madam, Madam can't see this."

"..." Meng Huan clenched his fingers even tighter, his back was tense, and he felt a little pain.

The crying and screaming people were dragged away, but like an object, they were dragged mercilessly by the collar of the Iron Armored Army, leaving traces of the soles of their feet kicking in the mud on the ground, accompanied by heart-piercing screams.

The cry made Meng Huan feel numb, and looked at Lin Bozhou in a daze: "Did the lord kill them for me?"

Lin Bozhou: "Not entirely."

Meng Huan couldn't tell whether it was easy or heavy: "Is this so..."

The reason for Lin Bozhou's murder is more likely to be due to people in the government cheating, rampant killing, stealing public property, etc... After thinking about it this way, his guilt for these lives has eased a lot.

But Meng Huan was still at a loss.

The people gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people. Lin Bozhou turned around: "It's time to eat."

He took Meng Huan's hand, but felt the small hand trembling in his palm.

"What's wrong?" Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows.

Meng Huan shook his head, and followed him obediently until his forehead lightly hit his back. Meng Huan stopped and looked at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou: "Afraid?"

Meng Huan didn't speak.

"Um?"

Realizing Lin Bozhou's sincerity, Meng Huan said, "I'm very afraid of what you look like now."

Lin Bozhou stared at him with dark eyes, and the light showed a faint orange light. He was very interested in his reaction: "How to say?"

Meng Huan tried hard to describe his feelings: "It means that a person can kill whoever he wants, and he can get what he wants. Life and death are all in his hands. Maybe some people will choose to cling to him and use his ability to satisfy their selfish desires. ; but there are still some people who feel intimidated and feel farther and farther away from this kind of person."

Lin Bozhou looked at him with dark eyes: "What kind of person is Madam?"

Meng Huan Yanyu picked the palm of his hand, but did not speak.

He seemed to have made a choice in silence.

The way he lowered his head made the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips bend inexplicably, and a strange feeling came to his chest.

Surrounded by a pack of wolves, he slept in the open air, snatching food at the knife's edge, blood and bones covered every inch of the land, and suddenly, a lost and harmless lamb walked in here.

The lamb is snow-white and well-behaved, with wide-open eyes. Seeing the cruelty of the predator, the four hooves are at a loss for what to do.

Lin Bozhou gently patted his head: "People don't have long memories, they are self-interested. If the king doesn't kill people, the people in this house will see that they both have a good death, and they will be lucky in the future if they get a seat. Move, greedy ink, I don’t take you seriously. In order to get it done once and for all, Liwei needs to gain a foothold and be enough.”

Meng Huan stared at him blankly.

"So," Lin Bozhou said in a low voice, "Madam, don't blame me."

Meng Huan: "..."

Lin Bozhou smiled, narrowed his eyes, restrained the light.

He said, "OK?"

Just now after Lin Bozhou got angry, the items on the table were changed to the size of 30 dishes. The servants lined up like butterflies and put the dishes on Meng Huan's not-so-spacious table, which was packed full.

Lin Bozhou sat in the chair, lazily tilted. He had just killed a few servants, and he was a little bit depressed, without any psychological pressure.

Meng Huan quietly picked up the bowls and chopsticks, sat next to Lin Bozhou, and shouldered the responsibility of accompanying the concubine: "My lord, is it time to eat?"

Speak obediently.

The dishes on Lin Bozhou are not the same, but the number of people will be lower. For example, if the prince moved three chopsticks for a certain dish, he will cook it again next time, while the prince only glanced at a certain dish, and will remove it next time. Therefore, it is the mission of life to determine his hobbies.

Probably because he hadn't eaten so well for several days, Meng Huan was so absorbed in cooking that he didn't notice that Lin Bozhou stopped his chopsticks and looked at him quietly.

Lin Bozhou didn't know what came to his mind, and asked, "Two days ago, I had an argument with someone and was bullied, why didn't you take the initiative to tell this king?"

"..."

Meng Huan's chopsticks stopped suddenly.

Meng Huan licked his lower lip, licked the grease from the food, and gently wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, not knowing what to say for a moment.

In his mind, Lin Bozhou regards him as his concubine no matter how much he is his wife, but in Meng Huan's eyes, he will always be a treacherous official who bullies all officials and kills without blinking an eye.

When he was wronged, he went to him and borrowed his power. Meng Huan felt that he had benefited too much and was about to become a traitor.

After all, having received modern anti-feudal education, Meng Huan has always been incapable of accepting him psychologically.

With his head down, Meng Huan murmured for a long time, "My lord is busy with work, I don't want to disturb my lord for such a trivial matter."

Lin Bozhou didn't quite believe it: "Really?"

Meng Huan nodded: "My lord goes to court every day to deal with government affairs, and only returns home after dark. It's extremely hard work. I even bother you with some housework disputes, and I will be embarrassed."

"Tch." Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and laughed inexplicably.

"..."

He didn't continue to ask.

Seeing that this topic was bypassed, Meng Huan quickly lowered his head and turned around, lest he bring it up again.

After a while, Lin Bozhou said again, "Madam, why do you think of reading and writing these days?"

Meng Huan's back tensed again, thinking of those two letters, the chopsticks stopped again.

He was so turbulent, full of fear, all emotions were shown on his face, Lin Bozhou's lips raised slightly, and he said softly, "Could it be that you want to write something or read something?"

"..." this guess.

Meng Huan became even more nervous, put down his chopsticks, and picked up a handkerchief to rub the corners of his lips.

His scalp was numb, and after a long while, he stumbled and choked out a sentence: "Life in the mansion is boring, I want to read and write, read some idle books, and write something, so as to pass the loneliness when the prince is away. After all, the prince was not around at that time." Come to see me, I thought I had fallen out of favor."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows: "What happened?"

"Hmmmm."

Meng Huan's eyes are more real than pearls.

Lin Bozhou's body leaned forward slightly, his dark brown eyes looked down at him, his breath fell to the tip of his nose, hot, and he spoke with a bit of a tone: "I don't come to see you, do you always think about me?"

Meng Huan blushed uncontrollably, lowered his head, and spoke a bit intermittently: "Yes."

Lin Bozhou tapped on the table lightly, and smiled: "It is true that the king has neglected you these few days. I will reflect on myself, and I will come to see you every night in the future, okay?"

"..." Meng Huan opened his mouth.

Lin Bozhou stood up and said in a calm voice, "Then, tonight, the king will stay overnight with his wife first."