Dressed as the Regent's Runaway Wife

Meng Huan: "Uh."

Invisible embarrassment pervades it.

But Meng Huan had already said that he would help him, so he said bravely, "Okay, I'll go get the chamber pot."

Lin Bozhou stood where he was, his shoulders seemed to be covered with moonlight, and his emotions were cold.

Meng Huan brought it and familiarized himself with it first, then looked at Lin Bozhou: "Then I'll use it for you?"

Lin Bozhou didn't speak.When he agreed, Meng Huan went to untie his belt.But the wrist he reached out was tightly clenched, and the slender finger bones were so strong that they rubbed against the fair skin, leaving a few red marks abruptly.

"hiss……"

Meng Huan let out a cry of pain, and raised his head, Lin Bozhou's long and narrow eyes were closed under the tulle, his breath was hot, and there was something painfully oppressive and humiliating.

He seemed extremely ashamed, but he was patient again.

Meng Huan was taken aback.

Chamber pots are generally used by older men in northern winter.I am old and anxious at night. In winter, if I don't want to get out of the kang, I use a chamber pot and stuff things into it to relieve my hands.Lin Bozhou was still young, so he didn't need it at first, but because of these eyes...

Meng Huan looked at the chamber pot in his hand, and said comfortingly, "My lord, use it, you can go to sleep after using it up."

He raised his tail slightly, softly, as if coaxing him.

Lin Bozhou's grip on his wrist relaxed a bit, and Meng Huan knew that he would no longer resist, so he unbuttoned his pants.

Clearly prepared mentally, Meng Huan was still a little nervous when he saw the following. Meng Huan licked his lips, reached out, and grabbed his things.

"..."

Lin Bozhou's breathing became dull.

This heavy thing is completely inconsistent with the cleanliness and elegance of Lin Bozhou's usual clothes, and only Meng Huan has seen and touched it.He lowered his head, and felt a stiff numbness in his arm, and his white palm was so hot that he finally reached the mouth of the night pot slowly.

In this way, Lin Bozhou can easily Xiao Gong.

silence.

For a long while, there was no sound.

The waiting time was too long, Meng Huan's wrist was sore, he tried his best to act as if nothing had happened: "My lord, go pee, don't be embarrassed."

"..."

He is also doing psychological construction for himself.Husband and wife, after ten years of cultivation, they can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, they can sleep together. They are a married couple with three media and six hires, and even a couple who twisted time and space and passed through books by themselves. Don't care, don't care...

Meng Huan was thinking wildly, the shadow in front of him fell, a little heavy, and he took a few steps back under the pressure, and then barely supported Lin Bozhou's shoulders.

Lin Bozhou leaned on his ear and neck, his breath was very hot, his big hands covered the back of his head, the white gauze around his eyes rubbed against his earlobe, and there was a burst of heat, accompanied by the slight pain from the man biting behind his ear.

"...?"

Ok?

Didn't I tell you to pee?

What are you biting for? ! !

Just as Meng Huan wanted to turn his head away, a force grabbed the back of his head, pressed him into his arms, and let out an unexpected "uh..."

The force of the man's palm pressing was so heavy that it was irresistible, like pinching a hard-won prey, almost crushing his bones. At the same time, the biting sensation on the back of his neck was also intensifying... When Meng Huan was dizzy and breathless, he heard the chamber pot. voice.

The timbre gradually changed, replaced by Lin Bozhou's heavy panting, suppressed by his ears.

End.

Meng Huan put down the things in his hand and looked up at him.

Lin Bozhou's eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of sweat, as if he had just fought against some kind of psychological burden,

... For him, there must be a psychological burden.

Meng Huan thought to himself, but luckily he has solved it, so she can forgive him for hugging her so hard just now.

After cleaning up, Meng Huan led him to lie down on the bed: "My lord, I'm asleep. If you need anything else, you can call me."

Afraid that Lin Bozhou's mouth would be stiff, he stretched out his hand and tapped the back of his red hand lightly: "Otherwise it won't be good if you knock over the candlestick and burn your hand."

"..."

The soft fingertips gently touched the back of his hot red hand.

The touch is very light, as if he accidentally pressed his hand when he sat down just now.

Lin Bozhou stared blankly, lowered his eyes, but still didn't say anything.

The hall was silent, Meng Huan turned his back and climbed to the other side of the quilt, leaving a space for Lin Bozhou, and lay down: "Sleep, sleep!"

Lin Bozhou lay on the bed, moved his hand slightly, and touched Meng Huan's hanging hand, which was slender and neat, much smaller than his...

The scene of holding him just now was back in front of my eyes, because I couldn't see it, the delicate touch became more clear.

Lin Bozhou's fingers trembled slightly.

He didn't speak all the time, Meng Huan thought that his mood was still gloomy, and he might continue to turn his back to her, so he planned to maintain the situation just now and sleep independently of each other.

Unexpectedly, the figure bent down slightly, as if looking for something.

"...My lord?"

As soon as Meng Huan finished speaking, he was hugged tightly by his arms.

Lin Bozhou covered his body with his whole body, his face leaned forward, his slightly cool lips stuck to the back of the neck he had bitten just now, leaning closer, like a wild beast licking a wound, sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick the red mark of being bitten .

Wet, hot, and licking.

Meng Huan was taken aback for a moment, he licked him a little itchy and painful, and tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

Lin Bozhou didn't speak, and changed to kissing after licking.

The night was a little lonely, accompanied by slight movements.

Lin Bozhou kissed slowly and long.

"..."

Meng Huan loosened his clenched fingers.

He seemed to sense—

Lin Bozhou was saying sorry.

Finally feel the atmosphere has improved.

Lin Bozhou rested on the pillow, breathed silently, and was immersed in the gloom after blindness, but his body indicated that he was no longer so aggressive.

Without saying a word, the surrounding was too quiet, Meng Huan patted the quilt, and asked as if looking for a topic: "My lord, are you unable to return to the court during this time?"

Last time, Lin Bozhou's eye disease was only photophobia, blurred, and he was not blind, so he could only live in the mansion, unable to do anything, this time it seems to be more serious.

Lin Bozhou hummed angrily.

Meng Huan showed a relaxed expression: "That's good."

Brief silence.

Lin Bozhou repeated in a gruff voice: "Okay?"

The last time Lin Bozhou lived in the mansion, all the pavilions and temples of the imperial court were waiting for Lin Bozhou's instructions and approval. Even though the bureaucratic system was very mature, it still caused some stagnation and troubles.

Lin Bozhou laughed dumbfounded, what's so good about it?

Fortunately, become a useless cripple?

In the ear, Meng Huan's voice was clean and clear: "This way you can have a good rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, Meng Huan seemed to realize that the last sentence was inappropriate, and quickly turned his eyes: "...I didn't mean that it's a good thing that you can't see!"

He turned his face quickly, rubbed his fragrant hair to the tip of his nose, and breathed out a light breath.

"..."

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and was silent for a short while, he couldn't tell what it was that he felt like drowning in the deep sea and was repeatedly oppressed and anxious.

He understood Huanhuan's kindness, but he couldn't stop the anxiety in his heart.

The Beijing inspection is coming soon, this is a good time for party struggle, although the time is February and March tomorrow, but this summer will start to criticize each other, Meng Xueming and Zhou Fulang's impeachment of him can be regarded as the prelude, and now the court is eyeing, people Everyone wants him to die.

In the midst of this fierce party struggle, there is another group that is in decline.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, the treasury is empty, the emperor is young and weak, rotting corpses are in power, the temples are full of people, there are few pleading for the people, there are many beggars running around, climbing up and down, chasing the rich and the rich, and the minds of officials are all about party struggle, profit and fortune, and they are all about making others Pull down the horse so as to embezzle more benefits.

The scourge of cronies, from the day when Lin Luan was deposed as the crown prince, to the present, has intensified and become out of control.

Lin Bozhou only hopes that he can have more time and energy to bring Da Zong back on track.

But his eye disease seems to be constantly reminding him that he wants to conquer the sky, but the sky always oppresses his son-in-law.

Lin Bozhou's irritability disappeared inexplicably when Meng Huan's gentle fingertips touched him.

Meng Huan's breath was also very close: "My lord, I'm really sleepy. If you still want to do something in the middle of the night, call me and I'll wake up right away."

He touched his hand: "don't get up by yourself, so as not to get burned again, okay?"

The softness of his voice collided with the sharp confrontation in Lin Bozhou's thoughts, there was no violent rebound, only lingering tolerance, which filled his dry and thirsty place.

"..."

Lin Bozhou slowly let go of his fingers.

Meng Huan said: "If you want to pee again, call me. Didn't the pee go smoothly just now? It proved to be quite easy to adapt to."

"..."

It's not the same as saying... Treat him like a waste who can't take care of himself.

Lin Bozhou pursed his lips lightly.

But in his mind, he began to recall the image of Meng Huan holding him with his little hands. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.

Meng Huan was so soft and gentle that he tolerated all his hostility, but Meng Huan was so clean, there was no danger to him at all, only the clarity that made people yearn for.

Lin Bozhou will really... the irritability subsides, he just wants to listen to him, be obedient, and get used to the touch of his palm.

Just want to be with him.

This time, the people in the hall slept very peacefully, but the people outside the hall did not sleep peacefully.

Without Lin Bozhou's intention, they dared not enter the bedroom, but they were afraid that something would happen to Lin Bozhou, so they squatted at the base of the wall and listened desperately inside.

When they heard the sound of "Boom!" the lamp fell to the ground, the eunuchs went crazy. They said that it started, the prince started to lose his temper, the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed, and he wanted to find something to vent!

And in this palace, apart from items, the only living person who can bear his anger is the princess, that is, Meng Huan.

All night, the eunuch did not dare to close his eyes, and chanted Amitabha Buddha for the princess.

Lin Bozhou doesn't shoot down people, he usually kills people directly.

I don't know if the prince will beat his wife...

When it was dawn, they crawled in from the door with blue eyes, first scanned the room for signs of broken objects and blood splattered on the spot, and then bumped and raised their heads: "My lord——"

The voice paused.

Lin Bozhou stood tall and straight by the bed, his eyes were covered by white gauze, his back was facing the entrance of the hall, his clothes were loose, completely covering the young man in front of him.

Meng Huan seemed to have stuffed something under his clothes, and said anxiously, "My lord, why haven't you come out yet?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was calm: "Morning, man, symptoms."

Meng Huan became anxious: "But... my hands are sore qwq."

Lin Bozhou reached out and gently wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Okay, now."

"........."