Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 74.3
On the other side, inside the middle army’s tent.
The meal was presented to the table. Lin Bozhou looked at the military book by candlelight, put it down, and picked up the chopsticks. It was replaced with Chen An reading in his ear.
He used to read many books on state governance but now had to read books on military governance to learn more about it.
While listening to him read, his chopsticks moved a few times when he remembered. “Where is Huan Huan? Is it he accustomed to living there?”
“The princess seems unaccustomed to it but is adapting and has not complained.” Chen An smiled and said, “Princess has a resilient character.”
Lin Bozhou picked at his chopsticks, his tongue unconsciously pursed the grooves of his teeth, and his gaze was gloomy and uncertain.
Hearing these words, he felt no comfort, only that Meng Huan had suffered.
Then he asked again, “Have they arrived at the barracks?”
“Arrived,” Chen An said. “I asked the princess to get on the carriage, but he insisted on walking alone. He walked more slowly but arrived not long ago, and now he probably has finished his dinner and is preparing to rest.”
When he said this, Lin Bozhou’s eyelashes dropped slightly, vainly gathering some light. He seemed to have met Meng Huan, who was walking slower. But he was in a hurry, and the three armies would not stop for one person, so he continued with his horse.
His mind recalled the scene of Meng Huan anxiously looking at himself. Lin Bozhou exhaled heavily, his heart still in turmoil. “Are we done with the military affairs? This prince will go to see him.”
Chen An said, “Finished dealing with it.”
“Bring a bottle of medicinal wine.” Thinking of something, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and instructed.
He changed out of his flying fish suit but didn’t wear the prince’s clothes, just an ordinary traveling outfit, and came inside the regent’s tent.
Lin Bozhou did not enter the tent. Meanwhile, Chen An asked, “Where is my nephew?”
Zhu Dong lifted his messy head from the quilt. “Brother Chen went down to the river to bathe and wash his clothes, saying his body stinks. What’s wrong?”
Chen An smiled, “Nothing.”
Lin Bozhou paused, turned around, and walked towards the camp gate.
The night was getting a little late, with the river reflecting the last of the sunset and the afterglow sprinkling on it. Occasionally, a few figures bathing in the river could be seen, but these followers were more conscious. They knew the weather was hot, but the soldiers weren’t allowed to bathe, so they secretly hid to take a bath.
Lin Bozhou’s gaze turned slightly, and a slender figure walking far away entered his sight, looking around to confirm that he would not be discovered.
“Does Your Highness want to go into the water?” The guard asked.
Lin Bozhou raised his hand. “Mm, no need to follow.”
The guards stopped in their tracks.
Lin Bozhou slowly stepped forward, his eyes chasing after the figure.
The young man probably suffered from foot pain, walking with a limp. He stepped and jumped over the shallow end of the river, walked to the opposite bank, and then twisted and turned around to a rock with a tall banyan tree. Looking back as if to confirm, the figure then disappeared.
Meng Huan loved to be clean but also had a strong sense of shame and didn’t like others to touch his body. He lost his temper after sleeping with him on the first night. Thus, he would sneak away from the crowd to take a bath, which Lin Bozhou expected.
Lin Bozhou walked through the shallows, lightening his footsteps. As he approached the stone piles, several washed clothes were hanging on the branches with the wind.
It was very dark, and the water behind the rocks wavered with ripples.
“La la la…… la la la……”
A young man’s childish voice rang out, seemingly humming a song.
It seemed to be quite a pleasant day.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.
The corners of his lips inexplicably lifted into a little smile.
One more step forward.
Meng Huan did not expect the water in the river to be so cold after the sun went down.
He tried to get into the water, but his bones shivered, and he hastily climbed up. He washed his clothes clean and hung them on a branch to dry before rethinking about getting into the water.
Putting his hands in the water. Good, it was cool.
Stretching his feet in the water. Good, also cool.
But before the water reached his waist, Meng Huan made a “fuck” sound and hurriedly jumped up from the water.
…… Freezing balls, QaQ.
This was repeated several times. Meng Huan’s white shoulders slightly gathered, standing in the shallow water bank, as he fumbled to wring a clean cloth and wipe his body.
After his body adapted to the low temperature, the water was much easier to accept. Meng Huan re-entered the water, sitting happily in the water, and could not help but softly hum a song.
As he hummed, Meng Huan heard soft footsteps behind him. He could not turn his head to see because the rocks were in the way, but he could clearly feel that someone was coming.
Meng Huan suddenly felt so embarrassed, holding his breath, and hoped the other person would not realize someone was here. Or, the other person realized someone was here but politely left.
Meng Huan also did not dare to scoop the water, sitting rigidly with ears pricking up and hearing the sound of footsteps stopping.
…… What did it mean?
He quietly waited for a while.
The footsteps started moving again, much softer, like taking off their shoes.
Meng Huan sat bewildered in the water. Before he could think clearly about what was happening, he heard the clatter of the water.
How dare they come straight down?
Brother, do you know first come, first served? This is my territory……
Meng Huan could barely find a place to enjoy peace and quiet, but he didn’t expect this person to be so rude as to take off their clothes and come down directly without asking the people inside if they were welcome.
Meng Huan was furious. Although there was no need to bother too much between men, he was married in any case, and it was impolite to share a bath with a strange man in a pool.
He did not like to argue, thinking, ‘Since you want to wash, I won’t wash anymore.’ Glancing at the figure behind the stone wall, Meng Huan went to the other end. “Who is it?”
There was no answer.
Meng Huan said, “Are you washing? Then I won’t wash.”
He took a cloth to cover his lower back and turned around to leave.
But he walked too quickly and didn’t stand firmly, the soles of his feet stepping on the smooth pebbles. After walking all day today, his feet were sore and aching, and the sudden pain hit him, causing his knees to wobble and lunge forward.
Meng Huan’s cloth covering his buttocks floated on the water’s surface. Subject to buoyancy, his body uncontrollably lunged down. The next second, his wrist was clutched by force.
The bones that held him were distinct, strong, powerful, and scorching. Meng Huan hurriedly shook him off and held the slippery stone wall to stand up, but another hand hooked his waist, almost attached to his sleek, white buttocks. He was pulled forward and pressed hard into the moist, hot chest.
The sky was dim, and Meng Huan’s heart was beating wildly. Nothing could be seen, and the shadows before him fell overhead. The man’s hot breath fell, and he bit his lips.
It was roughly rubbed.
–That moment, Meng Huan was extremely frightened.
He had long heard that there were no women in the barracks, so these men would sometimes catch a male to vent. Was it because he was white, handsome, and good-looking so he was fucking targeted by this beast?
Meng Huan grabbed his shoulders and pushed out with a hard pinch, but he was hugged tighter.
He heard a very low laugh.
A familiar hoarse voice.
The taut strings in his head suddenly loosened.
MengHuan’s hand dropped.
Then the next second, his two white legs were held up, and his back was pressed against the damp stone. Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows in the shadows, his voice lazy.
“What are you running for?”
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