Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

It is my current wish to be idle, my lord. Chen An, don't try to persuade me anymore. "

Chen An was dumbfounded, and was stunned for a moment.

He didn't speak any more, and turned his head to look at the wind and snow that was blowing harder and harder.

The carriage returned to silence, and the fire seemed to be brighter.

The wheels went all the way into the darkness, until the coldness of the night invaded deeper and deeper, and even the fire in the stove could hardly withstand the cold.

From time to time, I heard the sound of wind and snow blowing across the plain.

"Crack!"

A sudden noise woke Meng Huan up from his deep sleep. He showed the nervousness he felt when fleeing, and opened his almond eyes, looking at his surroundings blankly.

what happened?

Why did the carriage suddenly sink in?

Meng Huan grabbed Lin Bozhou's hand tightly, cold sweat broke out in his palm: "What's wrong?"

Lin Bozhou raised his hand and gently protected him behind his back.

There is still some distance from the camp where the palace guards are stationed.

Outside the carriage, Chen An's unexpected voice sounded: "Who is it?"

There was a faint flame ahead, as if a team of horses was approaching, holding a banner, and the ground began to shake.

Even Chen An doesn't know? Meng Huan became even more nervous, could it be Zhenguanhou's soldiers?

He grasped Lin Bozhou's hand tightly, his palm trembling, and subconsciously said: "How about we jump out of the car first? The surrounding woods are dark, they can't find us, so hide first."

Meng Huan was very timid, but during this period of escape, every cell in him became extremely sensitive, and he was able to come up with a way to save his life at any time.

Lin Bozhou clenched his hand tightly, and the young man was panting tremblingly in his ears. He was obviously terrified, but he held him tightly, as if he was even more afraid of something happening to Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou's eyes were closed by the breathing that was so close.

The conversation with Chen An just now was almost all lies and temptations.

He felt that a certain idea seemed to be more deeply rooted in his heart, and the branches and leaves were flourishing. Not only did they bloom, but they even wanted to bear fruit.

After he let go, he squeezed Meng Huan tightly again, and said softly, "Okay, don't be afraid, just bear with it."

In other words, Jean buried himself in the darkness oppressively.

He began to look forward to a time when no one could scare Meng Huan.