MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 53

Just now I was in a hurry to get out of the water to meet Lin Bozhou, I didn't wipe my body clean, I only wore a thin obscene clothes, at this time the water drops almost penetrated the clothes, and the thin silk was tightly stuck to the shoulders.

Lin Bozhou felt the wetness of his fingertips, and he frowned: "Did you finish washing? Dry yourself, or you will get a cold."

He put his hand on Meng Huan's back and gently hugged her. Meng Huan was thinking seriously, but was suddenly grabbed into his arms.

Leaning close to his arms, Lin Bozhou reached for a clean handkerchief, untied Meng Huan's shirt, and wiped it for him in an orderly manner.

Meng Huan tightly held his shoulder with his fingers: "Husband, I have something very important to tell you."

"Huh?" Lin Bo raised his tail lightly and rubbed against his waist.

...Although he felt that he was serious, Meng Huan felt that he was not serious enough, so he couldn't help muttering: "Listen to me."

Lin Bo rested his arms on his waist, and put him in his arms again: "I'll listen."

Meng Huan licked his lips, with a solemn tone, trying not to look like a magician: "Do you know that many people want to kill you?"

"..."

After being quiet for a while, Lin Bozhou smiled, "I know."

Meng Huan felt a little bored. After all, he didn't know how to avoid Lin Bozhou's misfortune.

"Then you have to be careful, really be careful." He decided to bypass this topic and talk about the current focus, "There is a proton in Cui Ge's old mansion, named An Chui, who may flee back to the tribe and lead his troops to commit crimes in the future. I mean, why don't we put him in jail right now?"

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he looked at Lin Bozhou sincerely.

The expression is full of "I don't lie to you!"

But Lin Bo Zhou paused slightly, lowered his voice, and asked, "Proton?"

Meng Huan nodded: "Proton!"

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

After the large-scale land reform, the prison system was changed, prefectures and counties were set up in ethnic areas, and the chiefs were filled by Liu officials. It was no longer necessary to send protons from regions to ensure loyalty, and the proton system had long since declined.

— So bulk doesn't have any protons.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, stroked Meng Huan's face with his fingertips, and said without refuting, "Okay, my husband knows, thank you Huanhuan for telling me."

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, with a joyful expression on his face: "Okay! Then I've helped you!"

Lin Bozhou replied yes with a smile, and then wiped his hair with a handkerchief: "Huanhuan was scared today, good boy, go to bed after taking a shower."

Meng Huan was very pleased with the role he played.

——I didn't realize that I, who never talked about political affairs, suddenly said such unfounded words, and I just saw the death scene in the afternoon and was horrified, and I was suspected of being possessed by evil spirits. The situation is a bit delicate.

Lin Bozhou lightly buttoned his chest and asked, "Huanhuan, are you ready?"

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

Meng Huan went to bed early, and Lin Bozhou had to listen to books and letters. In the past, Meng Huan slept by himself, and it was rare for him to grab Lin Bozhou's wrist. His hands were small, and Lin Bozhou's bones were wider and harder, so he was pulled by his fingers, "Can you sleep with me? I'm afraid."

This is very rare, Lin Bozhou adjusted his work and rest, he said: "Okay, Huanhuan will accompany you even if he doesn't say he is a husband."

Meng Huan nodded, finally relieved.

He closed his eyes, and there was another gap in the corpse in the heavy rain.

An indescribable sense of fear struck, Meng Huan always felt chills all over his body, turned his head, and gently rubbed into Lin Bozhou's arms.

Lin Bozhou hugged him very tightly at first, but the young man curled up into his arms and his legs were close together. He looked really frightened. A white and thin wrist protruded from the loose cuffs, tightly clutching Lin Bozhou's chest. clothing.

But Meng Huan's mind was very clear, and he hesitated for a long time: "Husband..."

Lin Bozhou: "Huh?"

"Can't sleep."

Lin Bozhou gently squeezed his chin: "My husband came back from court before, and I wish I could go to bed immediately after work. It seems that Huanhuan is not tired enough."

When he said this, Meng Huan realized something and raised his head.

Shadows fell and his lips were blocked.

Lin Bozhou said: "Then sleep when you are tired."

Anyone who understands the meaning of the words understands it. Meng Huan blushed and felt his hand reach out.

…

The kiss was so breathless, and the tip of his tongue felt numb and numb. Meng Huan lay under the quilt with his face flushed, sweating a little, feeling drowsy, and said, "I can sleep now..."

"Well, go to sleep." Lin Bozhou laughed.

Meng Huan patted the quilt and fell asleep.

There was restless heat floating in the veil, Lin Bozhou's wet black hair stuck to his face, and he brushed it away with his slender fingers, his expression calm and gloomy.

At this time, there was a slight movement outside the door: "My lord."

Lin Bozhou was supported by You Jin, and sat down outside the gate, You Jin's voice was low.

"My lord, the servant Li Zhenren of the Great High Profound Palace has been invited. When will I exorcise the master?"

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes, feeling a little headache.

The phrase "proton" that Meng Huan said appeared in his mind again.

Dazong Guozuo has been around for more than 200 years, and the Proton Mansion has disappeared for decades. There are lush weeds in it, and it was sold to officials as a government office. There are no more proton stories in the scriptures. How come Meng Huan talked about a proton anyway? ?

You Jin's face was full of worry: "The master is kind-hearted, he can't see these beatings and murders, he was really frightened at that time, his little face was pale, even the old slave was so frightened that his legs lost strength, but the master didn't know what was going on, and suddenly went to Run in the alley."

Lin Bozhou signaled him to continue.

"Hey, who knew, I really picked up a head! The master yelled that he saw the face of the murderer, and he will go to the government office to testify tomorrow!"

You Jin looked at Lin Bozhou cautiously: "My lord, I have heard a story before."

Lin Bozhou: "Say."

"There are some people who have nowhere to redress their grievances after dying in vain, so they will attach themselves to the living, and use the living to find the murderer and identify the cause of death," You Jin said with a sad expression, "I think our master is probably a ghost who was wronged and died." Possessed!"

"..."

Although Lin Bozhou couldn't see it, he could feel that gaze turned to You Jin's head.

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

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

You Jin hurriedly said: "This afternoon we went to Lu's mansion to find someone. On the way, the weather was hot and we went to the temple to drink tea. Unexpectedly, we met Young Master Sun from Cui Ge's old mansion, and a playmate beside him. "

"Cui Han?"

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

A moment of silence.

Lin Bozhou said softly, "Oh, it turned out to be him."

The Go genius summoned by Emperor Xuanhe to the palace, the second player to win against Grandmaster Kongjie in ten years, Lin Bozhou didn't hear any gossip that day, he only thought that this son played chess well, but he didn't expect it to be the grandson of the Cui family.

You Jin continued: "An Chui, that's the name of that playmate. He has a crazy personality and didn't take our master seriously. At that time, he almost got into a fight. The old slave wondered if the master was frightened by him at that time. Later, when I saw the dead body, I was shocked again, which made the unjust dead ghost haunt me."

Lin Bozhou turned his head and looked in his direction.

He closed the lid of the teacup: "Go find out who this An Chui is."

You Jin sighed, and finished: "That Daoist Li from the Great High Profound Palace—"

Lin Bozhou raised his hand: "Don't look for it."

"…yes."

After the voices around him subsided, Lin Bozhou walked back to the bed in the dark, sat down on the bed by instinct, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Meng Huan groped for a while. As if subconsciously looking for him in his sleep, he held Meng Huan's hand tightly, and the young man fell silent, leaning his head obediently in his arms.

The Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion.

Jingzhaofu Tongpan is a fat, white-faced man who is sitting sleepy in the yamen. Yesterday he received a report that an innkeeper was beheaded by a drunk customer. When I came to appeal again, I dragged the case until this morning.

The judge yawned and was not in high spirits.

There are always so many cases of this kind of cases where guests get drunk and kill the owner of the shop every year, because they are impulsive when they are drunk, and they are prone to commit crimes when they are impulsive, which is rare and strange.

The judge asked the subordinate staff: "Since the murder case last night, has anyone come to say hello?"

Saying hello means that the dignitaries of the capital came to wink. This is Jingzhao Mansion, the capital city! Officials are everywhere! When handling a case, they are most afraid of having someone behind them. If they do not handle it properly and offend someone, someone will hinder their career in the future. Therefore, they handle the case smoothly, and generally have to see if there is any authority from the powerful.

The subordinate official said: "I didn't see any identity background, and no one came to say hello, just an innkeeper."

The sentencing was much easier: "Well, let's go on a errand, arrest the plaintiff's relatives and witnesses."

Tong San walked slowly to the lobby, still yawning non-stop. The lives of ordinary people are not worth mentioning in the bustling capital. Today, he is willing to try immediately and can be called diligent. But before he got close, the yamen servant suddenly ran to him and knelt down in front of him: "My lord, my lord!"

The judge frowned: "Why are you so flustered and impetuous? It's out of place."

The yamen servant was full of fear: "There is a carriage parked outside the yamen, it seems to be... it is... the carriage of the Prince Regent's Mansion!"

Regent?

Tong San's knees went limp, his yawning stopped immediately, and his eyes stared very straight.

In the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, Meng Huan stood with his eyes downcast, a little silent.

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

Next to it, the corpse of the deceased was brought up and covered with a white cloth. After a hot night, the stench of the corpse could be faintly smelled.

"My lord, my lord!" A voice came from the back hall, and Tong Juan, who was wearing a green official uniform, hurried forward, holding the hem of the official uniform with one hand, almost falling down.

But as soon as his voice reached the front hall, an attendant shook his head and put his finger on his lips: "Shh."

Tong Juan was sweating on his forehead. He was about to kneel down in front of the extremely tall man in the crimson royal robes in the crowd, but was helped up by his attendants: "Don't, my lord, you are in charge of the county government, you don't need to kneel."

Lin Bozhou nodded in his direction, covered in white gauze, obviously invisible. Someone came over with a chair, so he sat down on the chair and said, "Your Excellency, try as you please, don't worry about me."

Tong San's heart was beating wildly in his chest, he nodded quickly, took the pleadings to read word by word, re-read the reason for the murder, and then looked at the recorded witnesses.

"It is recorded in the pleadings that witnesses saw the facial features of the beheaded murderer. Where are the witnesses?"

Meng Huan took a step forward: "Me."

The judge can barely calm down: "Please tell the truth."

Meng Huan said: "When I passed by the crime scene yesterday, I saw a strange person next to him, holding a package in his hand, and the package was dripping with blood. I heard that group of outsiders dragged the boss out of the inn, talking and laughing." He cut off the boss's head, then lifted his head and joked, and left with it."

The cruelty of the technique made people feel their backs go numb, and they couldn't feel the humanity of these outsiders.

"When I saw the **** package, I chased after him. When the man fled over the wall, I saw his face, and I also picked up the dead man's head."

The relatives of the deceased wept bitterly: "I beg the Lord to make the decision!"

Tong San was lost in thought. In the final analysis, this was a brutal drunken murder case, without any twists and turns of grievances. Now, all we need to do is to catch those murderers back.

The judge signaled to the painter on the side: "Record the prisoner's appearance. Witnesses please state."

Meng Huan recalled the scene last night in his mind.

In the torrential rain, the image of the middle-aged man facing the thunder and lightning's facial features was instantly illuminated. The somewhat ferocious facial features, cold eyes, and habitual indifference of killing people reminded people of soldiers, not ordinary people.

The painter on the side prepared his pen and ink. The ancient portraits of wanted criminals were all drawn by this group of people. They may not have seen the real face, but the paintings are not bad, but the outlines are drawn with thick ink, which is rough.

Meng Huan bumped into the description, but what he drew was different from his impression. At this time, Meng Huan felt the lack of adjectives in himself, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't you let me draw?"

"Your Excellency can still draw?" Tong Juan was surprised.

The fresh and handsome young man in front of him has fair skin, and his face has a kind of vivid clarity, which makes people think of the stream under the clear summer sky. People can't help but want to protect his cleanliness, and dare not have any extravagant thoughts about him.

The judge then took a peek at the silent regent. This great **** was obviously accompanying him to testify, and simply sat aside to embolden him.

As expected, the young man in front of him is the male concubine who caused an uproar in the capital not long ago and was promoted by the regent king to be his wife.

After the news spread, there was nothing to say.

"The Prince Regent never gets married, so he has such a special hobby?"

"What kind of stunning handsome man is that, a smart talent?"

"Hey, there is another way to get rich, but it's a pity that I don't have a good life..."

Amidst the discussions, all the officials down to the common people were curious about this male concubine who conquered the regent. Tong San couldn't help but look again and again until he heard Qing Ling's voice: "Can you give me the pen?"

Tong Juan quickly came back to his senses, "Give the pen to the witness."

Meng Huan changed to a brush with finer strokes, and began to trace on the paper. His pen-down posture was different from that of ordinary painters, and the way he started the painting seemed strange, but the painter looked almost surprised when he cast his gaze.

"What a fine art style!"

Different from the popular landscape paintings, the paintings in front of me are of standard human body, with dynamic postures, which look quite close to real people.

"Amazing, amazing!" The painter was amazed.

With such a picture, the murderer is obvious at a glance.

When Meng Huanyue painted, the artist obviously recognized something, and his expression was a little dignified.

As he drew more and more, the tense atmosphere began to spread, and the lobby was quiet except for the sound of Meng Huan writing.

Finally finished the painting, the artist took the drawing paper and presented it to the judge. The two looked at each other with surprised expressions, and they all turned their eyes to Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou sat on the side drinking tea and didn't speak.

The two whispered to each other, Meng Huan turned his head puzzled, and asked, "Did you see anything?"

The judge hesitated and said, "This man's attire is a bit weird. He still wears a hat in hot weather, so he must be living in an alpine region and has developed the habit of wearing a hat. He wears both cloth and leather because he is a nomad and hunts for a living. Silk cloth is too expensive to obtain. The belt around the waist is used to bind the knife and quiver, and the trousers are split for the convenience of riding. This man is not a Han, but a nomad in the north. But Dressed up, it looks more like real Zhu Li from the Northeast."

—Zuri real person.

There was a ripple in Meng Huan's mind.

That's right, at that time, this man's clothes and demeanor were somewhat similar to An Chui's, that's why Meng Huan chased after him.

Meng Huan nodded quickly: "That's them!"

Meng Huan couldn't help shouting in his heart.

Go grab it!

If it is related to An Chui, for example, just happened to come to bring him back to the tribe, you should hurry up and catch An Chui together, and everyone will be happy, lest they attack Da Zong later!

Take precautions before they happen!

go! !

Ke Tongpan's expression is not that tense, Dazhu's ethnic relations are well understood, it is not uncommon for the real Zhu Li to appear in the capital, and it cannot be expanded and labeled as colluding with foreigners. Therefore, although it is sensitive, it is not to the point of special attention.

Therefore, Tong Juan looked at Lin Bozhou, looked at his face, and said qualitatively: "Now the murderer is easy to find. It is a case of murder after drinking, but the murderers are a few foreigners. We only need to interrogate and enter the city. population, and at the same time put up portraits in the inner city, search around, and you will be able to find the criminal.”

For this closed case, Lin Bozhou still didn't nod or shake his head.

With distinct shadows on his brows and eyes, he sat upright in a slightly crude chair, with an elegant and dignified demeanor that made one dare not look at him too much. People who are high-ranking officials are all moody and angry, and it is harder to find a little appreciation from his face than to reach the sky.

The judge lowered his head and wiped his cold sweat.

Alas, I don't know if the prince recognizes the case he handled.

Difficult.

The judge turned his head to comfort the relatives of the deceased: "My condolences to all of you, this case will be decided by the judge for you, and the real culprit will definitely be arrested."

After speaking, he patted the gavel.

After the trial of the case is here, the next step is the work of the yamen, and relatives and witnesses can go back.

It's just that Meng Huan stood where he was and opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

So... Do you want to hint to them that An Chui is in Cui Ge's old mansion?

In this way, it will be easier to catch people, right?

But he turned his head to look at Lin Bozhou, and swallowed the words that reached his throat. Back in the carriage, Meng Huan asked, "Should I tell them about An Chui?"

He was really nervous.

This is a major matter related to the safety of the vast frontier.

It's urgent.

He really didn't want to solve any problems.

It's just that Lin Bozhou raised his hand and clenched his excited hand tightly, his palm was slightly cool, and the meaning of comfort was stronger: "Okay, my husband will check An Chui first, and if he finds out that he is connected with this group of people, then we will check further, okay?" ?”

"..."

Meng Huan curled his lips.

He could actually feel that Lin Bozhou was cooperating with him as much as possible to prevent Meng Huan from appearing too unreasonable.

After all, it is unreasonable to suddenly start attacking a certain person without any proof. You Jin woke up early this morning and was still thinking that he was possessed by an evil spirit and that he should drink some talisman water to drive away the evil spirit.

Meng Huan was a little frustrated.

The False Book of Transmigration: The Prophet Emperor.

The real book-crossing: bewitched by evil spirits.

"..."

If there is no evidence, and it is uncertain whether the story line will unfold as before, taking the lead at this time will not only scare the snake, but may also frame it. After all, the stories in the book are always changing.

However, Meng Huan felt that he had achieved his goal if he could attract Lin Bozhou's attention.

Meng Huan nodded: "Yeah."

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

I don't know why he cares so much about An Chui.

On the one hand, if An Chui escaped without taking him with him, he might never be able to escape Lin Bozhou's palm again in his life.

But on the other hand, if An Chui took him away, then Lin Bozhou and Lin Bozhou would probably fall in love and kill each other in this life, and it would be impossible to say a word in a friendly manner again.

Now, it seems that Meng Huan's life is at a crossroads, no matter which one he chooses, he has no way out, no regrets anymore, and he has to bear the good and bad consequences by himself.

The more he thought about it, the more Meng Huan's heart beat violently, his face was a little hot, and he turned his gaze to look at Lin Bozhou's face.

The man was born handsome, with a clear line from the bridge of the nose exposed under the white gauze to the chin, his lips were thin, and he was very handsome, but besides being beautiful, he also had an aura of alienation and indifference.

... Lin Bozhou has bad eyesight, what if he loses his sight every now and then in the future.

Minus one point.

... Lin Bozhou is still busy, and he can only be with him at night every day.

Minus one point.

...Lin Bozhou and him are so far apart that they have no common language.

Minus one point.

From many perspectives, Meng Huan would not choose such a person to live his whole life in the modern age. He hoped to find someone to do something that he was also interested in, and live a happy and ordinary life.

Meng Huan put his finger on his shirt and said, "Hey."

Lin Bozhou looked down at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Huan asked, "Will your eyes always be like this?"

Lin Bozhou's lips curled up: "I don't know."

Meng Huan let out a groan, but didn't speak.

He hesitated a little.

...How about deducting ten points directly?

Meng Huan is trying to deduct the points calmly and rationally here, but if he thinks about it, he must give Lin Bozhou points, otherwise the score will be too low, so he must run away.

Meng Huan tried to think of his good points, imagining what he would regret if he left the palace.

—It has nothing to do with Lin Bozhou anymore.

Meng Huan was stunned, and at the same time as this line of words appeared, a subtle pain appeared in his chest.

He was far away from Lin Bo and Zhoushan, and Yu Yan never saw him again, and became enemies with him.

Not liked by him, but hated by him.

"..."

Meng Huan propped his jaw, lost in thought.

After a while, he solemnly added a line to his scoring form:

...Reluctant to Lin Bozhou.

Add a hundred points.