Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 123

Meng Huan put the letter down.

He looked at Lin Bozhou’s floral royal attire, and he hadn’t seen him wearing it for a few months, his throat rolled slightly: “Husband, why did you change your clothes?”

“There is no need to observe filial piety, and there is no need to close the door and pray for blessings at home.” Lin Bozhou stepped forward and gently rubbed his hair, “I have to be busy during this time.”

Letting him rub his hair into a mess, Meng Huan asked casually and then looked at the letter paper. He didn’t see it very clearly and wanted to read it carefully again.

“What are you busy with?”

Lin Bozhou said: “Order troops, King Qin.”

Meng Huan squeezed the letter paper tightly with his fingers.

He chased Lin Bozhou with his eyes, and now Lin Bozhou was happy, holding the rosary in his hand and pushing it slowly, no longer the solemnity and tranquility of the previous Buddha worship.

He motioned to his servants: “Go and call Chen An and Shan Xing over.”

After a while, two figures appeared: “My lord.”

“Go to the guard battalion in the afternoon to count the number of soldiers, check the food and supplies, and make preparations for those who are not enough. Your Majesty King Qin’s imperial edict will arrive someday.”

When Shan Xing heard the news, he slowly let go of his clenched fist: “Did Zhenguan Hou invade Gyeonggi?”

Lin Bozhou nodded.

Yamako showed a complicated expression.

Chen An reported the situation once again: “Previously, through disaster relief for refugees, I bought a lot of grain from other states and counties and stored it in the warehouse, which can be used by the guards for half a year. The army has also been training early, and has never let up since returning from Liaodong. The horses are well fed…”

Lin Bozhou nodded: “This afternoon, the king will check it himself.”

Individuals speak in front of the ever-burning lamp, thinking about King Qin’s affairs.

Meng Huan lowered his head and read the letter again.

The letter stated that the Marquis of Zhenguan and the general soldiers of Jincheng invaded the capital, and their blades pointed directly at the capital.

As a subject, Lin Bozhou had the obligation to protect the emperor, and when the emperor was in danger, he was dispatched by the imperial decree to send troops to the capital. This is called King Qin.

“…”

Meng Huan scratched his hair vigorously, making it a little messy.

In the original book… there is a plot of King Qin?

No… Isn’t the plot line the end?

No matter how you look at it, Lin Bozhou seems to have been prepared for a long time, and everything seems wrong. It seems that he is the only one who is seriously having fun during this time.

He stared blankly at the stacks of letter papers on the table. This Lin Bo boat does not leave the Buddhist hall, chanting scriptures quietly, and does not care about delivering anything to the Buddhist hall, except for opening these sent letters…

Meng Huan remembered that Lin Bozhou would take a calm breath after dismantling the boat, close his eyes, and continue to chant the Buddha under the dim lamp, with his snow-white robe hanging down like a Buddha’s son.

…Sometimes, Meng Huan felt that Lin Bozhou was waiting for something.

this letter-

Is it what Lin Bozhou has been waiting for?

Inside the Golden Luan Hall, all the ministers gathered in the hall, discussing nervously.

“Your Majesty, Dazong’s frontier defense is more important than the mainland. After the Marquis of Zhenguan invaded Shanhaiguan, he went all the way unimpeded. The rebels are approaching the capital. Dazong is now in great danger!”

“The Marquis of Zhenguan is like a jackal, a tiger and a leopard. If he breaks through the capital and disturbs His Majesty, it will be a disaster!”

“What should we do? After the elites of the Beijing army were sent to the battalion to resist Zhu Lizhen, they suffered heavy casualties. Now the rest of the Beijing army are old, weak, sick and disabled. They have been calling for conscription and training for a long time. Why is the Beijing army so old and weak?!”

“If the capital suffers from war, what face will I have to meet Emperor Taizong?”

Full of chatter and debate.

All the ministers were shocked, they didn’t expect that the calamity started from Liaodong in half a year, and now the capital is under the enemy’s back and forth, and the fortune of the country has plummeted.

Emperor Xuanhe sat on the dragon chair, his face ashen ashes, he rolled his eyes and looked at the others: “How could this be…”

how so?

Emperor Xuanhe couldn’t figure it out.

He is governing the country like Lin Bozhou, maybe he is not as diligent as him, maybe he is really lazy, but…

But why is the dynasty still superficially prosperous and powerful in Lin Bozhou’s hands, but when I received it, I found that it was full of broken pieces, and it was extremely difficult to even take a step down?

Half a year, is it really enough to make everything so broken?

There was panic in Emperor Xuanhe’s eyes: “Is it really my fault?”

In the imperial court, Luo Feng, the admiral of the Beijing Army, stepped forward and said: “Your Majesty, this is the serious illness of Da Zong that can no longer be whitewashed. Zhu Lizhen invaded Liaodong, which exposed the dilapidation of Da Zong’s guard and the weakening of his military strength; In the dynasty, loyal people dared not speak; there was also a cumbersome clan, officials greedy for ink, natural disasters, and the construction of palaces, which even exhausted the treasury. All this is not the fault of His Majesty, but that the Dazong has long been on the verge of collapse and can barely accommodate people. -It has been severely injured since Zhu Lizhen’s invasion, and of course it will accelerate its collapse.”

Why can’t the people of insight in the imperial court understand that the Marquis of Zhenguan was able to attack the capital because of the bravery of the Marquis of Zhenguan? But Dazong has long been at the end of his rope.

But on the other hand, it is indeed the responsibility of Emperor Xuanhe.

When the wind and rain are precarious, the emperor who sits in the court is just a bluffing, lazy and lazy paper tiger. Everyone can be bullied, and there will be more and more people who vainly strive for the pinnacle of power.

— This is just the beginning of troubled times.

Emperor Xuanhe gripped the dragon chair tightly, his small face was tense, and he pulled his hair to bleed blood: “What’s the best plan for you lovers? If the Lin family’s world is destroyed, how can I have the face to meet my ancestors?”

There was a dead silence in the court, and the others might have no choice but to dare not speak.

After a while.

The official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, who has a reputation for being outspoken and dare to advise, walked forward slowly at this time: “Your Majesty, I heard that Yin Minfu, a native of Guzhou where King Zhong was in charge, and the court was also cleared up during King Zhong’s regency. It is enough to prove that he has the ability to suppress tigers and wolves. King Zhong still has tens of thousands of brave guards stationed at the border, why not call King Zhong to King Qin Qin to solve the imminent disaster?”

Emperor Xuanhe recited slowly: “Middle King, Brother Huang?”

“Yes, the Regent of the Kingdom of Gang.” In this precarious court, everyone will feel safe when they hear Lin Bozhou’s reputation.

“Can Zhenguanhou’s tiger and wolf power be stronger than Zhu Lizhen? But the King of Zhong can even suppress Zhu Lizhen, how can the mere Zhenguanhou Zhongwang not be able to suppress him?”

Everyone nodded: “Indeed.”

“Zhong Wang does have such an ability.”

Emperor Xuanhe’s eyes also lighted up slightly, “Yes, if Brother Huang was here, the imperial court would not be in its current decline.”

“But…” An expression of hatred and pain flashed in his slightly childish eyes.

However, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and when Lin Bozhou returns to Beijing, what will happen to his face as an emperor?

Emperor Xuanhe rubbed his brows vigorously, making a scratching sound from his mouth.

At this time, some of the courtiers shouted: “Your Majesty, you must not! Recently, there have been rumors in the imperial city that the king is the real dragon. When he left the capital, the evil spirits in the capital could not be suppressed, which caused the capital to fall into disaster! Your Majesty! , This is clearly a formation arranged by the King of China, to confuse the people with evil words and disturb the hearts of the people! Your Majesty must not lure wolves into the house!”

Emperor Xuanhe looked at the courtier who spoke: “There are such rumors?!”

“Yes! The common people believed it to be true. Now that the rebel army is suppressing the border, the common people are enshrining King Zhong at home. Where is His Majesty’s face?”

Emperor Xuanhe’s face was livid.

He clenched his teeth, the teeth creaked, and the smell of blood flooded his lips.

Looking over with sinister eyes: “What courage!”

But the speaker just now was not to be outdone, he pointed at the courtier who spoke, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: “If I remember correctly, you seem to be the henchman of the Marquis of Zhenguan, right? When he passed his birthday, you even gave him a gift.”

He turned to Emperor Xuanhe with a sincere look in his eyes: “Your Majesty, I think that the Marquis of Zhenguan knows that the prince can restrain him, and deliberately spread rumors in the capital to drive a wedge between your majesty and the prince, so that your majesty will fear the prince and dare not invite him. He is in Beijing.”

He knelt down: “Your Majesty can’t fall into this treacherous minister’s tricks! If you don’t invite King Qin, the capital will fall and your Majesty will be disturbed, who can bear this responsibility!”

He seems to be right.

The evil in Emperor Xuanhe’s eyes no longer existed, and turned into chaos and confusion again.

He has a headache. Since he came to power, there have always been people who have said the exact opposite, but at the same time they are so reasonable that he can’t figure it out.

Who can distinguish the truth from the false among these people who are full of lies and survive? Only Brother Huang. Brother Huang, Brother Huang.

Emperor Xuanhe couldn’t help thinking about his brother.

What followed was his leisurely and comfortable life when the emperor’s brother was around.

When the emperor’s brother was around, he organized the court in an orderly manner.

…

The official’s usual words are not very good, but today’s sentence is to the point: “Your Majesty, if the King of China really has wolf ambitions, why didn’t he make trouble while His Majesty was young? When I think of Your Majesty, it was the King of China who was by my side, helping His Majesty to stabilize the dragon with his own hands. Chair…Your Majesty has a nightmare at night, and it is also the King of Zhong who is guarding beside the imperial couch… How can you forget the warmth of the past?”

Emperor Xuanhe was defeated by the softness in his memory, his face was pale, his eyes were wet, and his hands were wearily hidden in the cuffs of his dragon robe.

The courtiers of the Manchu Dynasty saw Emperor Xuanhe showing a weak expression.

“…”

One by one pulled their lips, frowning or anxious, or disgusted, or worried, or disappointed, or hesitated to speak.

How can a majestic emperor change his orders day and night, be naive and self-willed, always do things according to his mood?

Dazong’s imperial court is exhausted, and a wicked seed has been born.

In the history books, this is a clear proof of capriciousness, weakness and ruthlessness!

“His Majesty!”

Just now the courtier who scolded Lin Bozhou angrily fell to his knees and cried bitterly: “Your Majesty! Don’t believe his lies! People’s hearts will change! No wonder I didn’t want to rebel before, but now I don’t want to—”

His weeping and mourning expression was very real.

Emperor Xuanhe hesitated for a moment.

But another idea has taken hold.

He straightened his waist slowly, and said: “How dare you provoke the bond between me and the emperor…Come here, Zhangji!”

The courtier’s face was ashen, and he looked at him with fish-like eyes, as if he couldn’t believe it.

He was dragged away, and the stick fell down like a storm. After a while, the blood wet the patch of the official robe, and flowed all over the brick surface, which was shocking.

Inside the Golden Luan Hall, there seemed to be courtiers who wanted to speak up.

But they were startled for a moment and closed their eyes in fear.

…Even if His Majesty refuses to listen to advice, he cannot kill the courtiers at the court. What a vicious king this is!

Emperor Xuanhe issued an imperial edict: “Draft an imperial edict, ordering my brother to enter Beijing and serve as king.”

He walked up to the courtier who had just been executed with a stick, staring at the **** corpse.

“Why do you want to kill you? Your head, should it be used as a proof that I and the emperor’s brother have repaired?”

Emperor Xuanhe was fifteen years old, and his childish and tired eyes seemed to be falling into madness.

“…”

The officials who strongly recommended Lin Bozhou did not dare to speak out.

Finally, when he retired from the court, he wrote a letter and sent it to Guzhou urgently.

Then, the letter was pinched by a pair of pale hands of young people in the Buddhist hall.

Lin Bozhou opened the letter, reviewed it, then silently lit the letter and threw it into the censer, watching it turn into ashes in the smoke.

Under the ever-burning lamp, the Buddha’s name bursts out.

Lin Bozhou recited softly: “Amitabha.”

It is the end of spring in Guzhou.

When the chariots and horses returned to Guzhou, it was raining and snowing.

When the chariots and horses left Guzhou, the sun was shining brightly, and singing and swallows were dancing in the shade of the green trees.

Meng Huan jumped onto the carriage with a small bundle on his back. The board shook a bit and he couldn’t stand still. He said “Hey!”, and his buttocks were immediately supported by his hands.

“Slow down.” Lin Bozhou put his hand on his waist.

Meng Huan felt heat behind his ears and turned his head.

Lin Bozhou changed into the military officer’s valiant flying fish suit, with his cuffs tightly tied, a jet-black bow and arrow slung on his back, and a long knife across his waist. His tall figure was slightly sideways, showing a tense attacking posture .

He was about to lead the army, with a murderous look between his long black eyebrows.

“What are you fierce about?”

Meng Huan thought Lin Bozhou was impatient with him, so he was taken aback.

Lin Bozhou originally looked away, turned his head, and lightly passed his eyes: “It’s not fierce. Sit down, be good.”

“…”

The familiar tone returned.

But his voice was very low, and not far from him stood the General Soldier of Guzhou.

Meng Huan pursed his lips and sat back in the carriage.

Lin Bozhou pressed the handle of the long knife with one hand, his eyes blurred from his eyelashes, and after hearing a few words from the general soldier of Guzhou, he strode to the forefront of the team with long legs.

Lin Bozhou talked with the general, the commander and other generals, half of his face was turned away, and the lines of his profile were calm and steady.

Meng Huan sat back in the carriage, his eyes rolled, and he was still a little dazed.

He couldn’t understand this plot line.

He seems to be a person on vacation who is suddenly called to work overtime.

Meng Huan blinked, and when he opened the window and looked out, he saw many people from Guzhou standing in the road, many of them were refugees who had just settled down, holding their children, dragging their families with them, and looking towards the army, some people were holding Rice wine, and some people wiping their tears with flower garlands.

Meng Huan’s heart was inexplicably touched: “Are they…?”

You Jin said with emotion: “The hearts of the common people really grow from flesh.”

With the pillow on the back of his head, Meng Huan turned his gaze to him.

“The prince helped the refugees before and bought their family business for them, and they were very grateful. Now it is an act of loyalty to serve the king. These are all here to see the prince off.”

Lin Bozhou’s reputation has improved a lot. He used to be a treacherous official who was scolded by the civil servants. They scolded Lin Bozhou for holding the little emperor to monopolize the power, scolded him for being cruel in the court, and scolded him for reforming regulations that violated the law of the ancestors…

But it is different now, Lin Bozhou’s reputation is like the sun and the moon hanging high, shining brightly.

Meng Huan’s dark eyes rolled: “These should belong to your husband.”

“It’s never too late to come sooner or later. They had misunderstood the prince before, thinking that the prince is a wolf and ambitious, absolutely not,” You Jin said with a face full of relief, “The prince’s loyalty to Da Zong is not the slightest deviation. The old slave watched the prince grow up, what kind of heart is the prince, The old slave still doesn’t understand?”

“…”

Meng Huan raised his eyes to meet the sworn face of the upper reaches of Jin.

It stands to reason that Meng Huan should agree, but by some strange circumstances, he didn’t nod for a while.

In the Buddhist hall, Lin Bozhou was leaning against the threshold, the crimson and colorful royal clothes in the dusty light flashed in his mind, and the corner of his lips smiled.

Meng Huan’s throat rolled, and he pursed his lips.

He looked out the window.

This mighty 100,000 army rolled up smoke and dust on the ground, stretched for dozens of miles, and galloped towards the capital with the momentum of impatient, hungry and thirsty tigers and wolves.

It stands to reason that when going to war, the atmosphere should be suppressed.

But this army, like a beast that has been imprisoned for a long time, was released from the cage, showing its fangs and claws, running restlessly and excitedly, marching towards the bloodthirsty battlefield with high spirits…

Meng Huan’s eyelids twitched.