Like a wild beast roving its territory, Lin Bozhou has his sights and hands leisurely, and the hidden danger can easily tear any prey to pieces.

And Meng Huan was his prey.

The air was quiet, Meng Huan's whole body was tense, frightened out of his wits by the sudden appearance of Lin Bozhou. Before he recovered, the sound of kneeling and kowtowing sounded in his ears.

"Meet the prince."

"Meet the prince."

Lu Nanxing and Xu Ruolin, who just insulted Lin Bozhou very vigorously, lifted their sleeves and kowtowed to Lin Bozhou.

"..."

Seeing the fluent and skillful movements, Meng Huan's heart choked up slightly, and his lips moved slightly.

—Didn’t they agree to fight against Lin Bozhou together?

Lin Bozhou seemed to have just noticed these insignificant people, lowered his eyes, and looked at them indifferently: "Which family are they all children?"

Xu Ruolin broke out in a cold sweat: "The junior is the eldest son of Zhenguan Hou Xu Shu, Xu Ruolin."

Lu Nanxing's voice was also tense: "The student is the son of Lu Shi, Minister of Rites."

I don't know whether Lin Bozhou listened or not, he lowered his eyes and hummed, as if a glance was a reward, his tone was flat: "Since you are Madam's friend, get up."

The two kowtowed again before getting up.

In the narrow and narrow restaurant, Lin Bozhou's crimson court attire was out of place here, only he stood upright, and the others were sweating down their necks. Especially when Xu Ruolin put on makeup, he was almost wet now, and his face was brilliantly muddled.

When Meng Huan tried to calm down the fear of seeing Lin Bozhou suddenly, his hands were tightly clenched in the palms of a pair of cold hands, and he tilted his head. With a smile on the corners of Lin Bozhou's lips, he led him to sit: "This king was originally handling government affairs in the cabinet. I heard that my wife met some friends when she went out to play in the mansion, and even got into a dispute with her entourage, so I came here to have a look."

Deliberately said two words, neither light nor heavy.

Obviously, Shan Xing told him about Xu Ruolin sending him away.

Meng Huan felt like a canary with its throat choked, sat down under his lead, stumbled and said, "Just now, I was just drunk..."

Xu Ruolin knelt down again: "Returning to the lord, the junior just got drunk and quarreled with the lady's escort, disturbing the lord, the junior deserves to die."

There was a brief silence.

Lin Bozhou acted as if he didn't hear him, he just looked at Meng Huan: "Drunk?"

The curvature of his lips was pressed down, and his voice was very low, so low that people dare not breathe out.

Regardless of whether other people knew it or not, Meng Huan knew in his heart why he saw Lu Nanxing, for ventilation, to escape from the palace, to pass on information, and how they insulted and hated Lin Bozhou just now.

The back of Meng Huan's hands was cold, and his voice became lower and lower: "Please forgive me, my lord."

The young boy in front of him had a snow-white face, like a frightened little rabbit, with his ears turned back, silent like a cicada, staring at the wine glass without daring to say a word.

Lin Bozhou touched his lower teeth with the tip of his tongue unobtrusively.

Just like this, it was not the culprit at first glance, Lin Bozhou didn't bother to be aggressive, and turned his head to look at Lu Nanxing intentionally or unintentionally.

——It was also the person who sent letters to Meng Huan, implying Meng Huan's assassination, and the person who passed on information, sex, and seduction.

Just this little thing in front of you, eighteen or nine years old, with no hair yet?

Lin Bozhou picked up a blank wine glass, with a half-smile, "Lu Nanxing, I heard that you are Huanhuan's childhood sweetheart who grew up together? Huanhuan has taken care of you for more than ten years, and I would like to offer you a glass."

He paused, and said, "Next, Huanhuan can safely hand it over to the king."

Lu Nanxing held the wine glass stiffly, swallowed his saliva and dared not speak. He stared at Lin Bozhou's glass of wine, not ordinary fear, cold sweat was about to break down.

Lin Bozhou didn't know, but this was the cup that Xu Ruolin drugged just now!

There is a strong love potion in the wine, and it is intended to be used for the whole mountain trip, if Lin Bozhou is accidentally drunk, and he just plays with a big ticket, the consequences will be disastrous!

Xu Ruolin also noticed it, and a trembling sound of "Ah..." came out of his throat.

"Huh?" Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

"My lord." Meng Huan stood up.

"What's wrong?" Lin Bozhou paused briefly.

Meng Huan snatched his wine glass, poured the wine on the flowers and plants beside him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "The glass is not clean, I used it just now, my lord, please pour another glass."

He rinsed the glass several times and poured a new glass of wine in front of Lin Bozhou: "Your Highness, drink this."

"..."

Lin Bozhou's eyes dimmed, he smiled lightly, and drank the new wine in his glass.

"This dish is not bad, ma'am, try it." Lin Bozhou put a piece of meat into Meng Huan's bowl.

Meng Huan stiffly picks up the vegetables.

Xu Ruolin and Lu Nanxing looked astonished.

The regent personally stayed in this restaurant for Meng Huan, which shows that Meng Huan's position in his heart is far from what they thought.

After all, Lu Nanxing was full of blood, and when he saw Lin Bozhou sipping "Ma'am", his tone was affectionate, and he even put vegetables in Meng Huan's bowl, his expression gradually showed dissatisfaction.

"king-"

When the chopsticks were placed on the bowl, there was a crisp sound, and Xu Ruolin grabbed his clothes tightly underneath.

In the clattering sound, Xu Ruolin stood up: "My lord, there are some cold dishes on the table, why don't you ask the store to bring some new hot dishes?"

Lin Bozhou glanced at him, and said with a smile on his face, "Okay."

"Nan Xing come with me, you are familiar with this shop."

Xu Ruolin dragged Lu Nanxing and hurriedly left the table.

Only Meng Huan and Lin Bozhou were left at the dinner table, but the atmosphere became even colder. Meng Huan ate with his head down. There was only rice. He didn't dare to pick up the vegetables, so he held the bowl and stuffed the rice into his mouth without venturing.

Everyone left, and he was the only one left. In order not to talk to Lin Bozhou, he seemed to eat white rice very well.

This evasive attitude made Lin Bozhou purse his lips, and fell silent for a while.

He rushed over after receiving a message from Shan Xing to Jin Yiwei. Originally, he didn't want to interfere with Meng Huan's trip, but there was Xu Ruolin in the crowd. He heard from Shanxing that this person was the son of Zhenguanhou, a young master, with a high status, and Shanxing couldn't hold him, so he sent a letter for Lin Bozhou to come.

Lin Bozhou didn't know why, his brain was twitched, and he really put down his official duties and took this trip.

Some people in the restaurant are planning something, Lin Bozhou is like a mirror in his heart, but regardless of his deeds, there are too many people who hate him, and he has no time to kill them one by one.

Only towards Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou was a little bit annoyed.

Maybe it was the way he put his ears away, but Lin Bozhou wouldn't think too much about it if Meng Huan acted naturally and calmly. But during this period of time, Lin Bozhou knew him well, obviously he did a lot of things that made him angry just now, and now his ears are so closed.

But seeing him scared himself to death, Lin Bozhou couldn't express his anger, so he asked, "Are you happy leaving the house?"

Meng Huan: "Happy."

Looking at his expression, he didn't seem that happy.

When replying to his words, Meng Huan stopped cooking the tasteless white rice, and sat with his head down, without moving his eyes, a little dazed.

Appears to be submissive to him.

Also very distant.

— This is how Meng Huan has always felt for Lin Bozhou.

Even if she smiled sweetly at him, the alienation in her eyes couldn't be concealed.

Lin Bozhou gritted his teeth lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry with me?"

Meng Huan raised his head, with surprise in his eyes: "...My lord—"

"You went out to have dinner with your friends, and this king came to see you and interrupted your chatting. Are you angry?"

Meng Huan shook his head, lowered his eyes, and returned to his dazed look: "Not angry."

So what if you're angry.

So what if you're not angry.

Lin Bozhou could pinch him to death with one finger, and it didn't matter whether he was angry or not. In front of him, Meng Huan had long since lost his emotions.

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

For some reason, Lin Bozhou felt a rush of anxiety in his blood, which made him feel a little bored rarely.

Behind him, Xu Ruolin held the food and drink: "My lord."

He smoothed Lu Nanxing's hair, and smiled obsequiously: "This is a good wine that the shop has stored for decades. It has just been dug out, and I invite the prince to enjoy it."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "Let it go."

Xu Ruolin took another cup to Meng Huan: "Madam, too?"

Meng Huan took it and drank it sullenly.

"Madam likes to drink?" Xu Ruolin seemed to have something in his eyes, and picked up another bottle of wine, "There's more here."

Apart from white rice, there was finally something else to pass the embarrassment. Meng Huan took it and poured it into the cup, sipping it in small sips, as if trying to use the wine to relieve his worries.

Originally, Meng Huan was a person with a low sense of security, but now he had to beware of being caught by Lin Bozhou even if he said a few words casually. He was precarious, and an indescribable sense of panic surged in his heart.

He was terrified, terrified of Lin Bozhou, really terrified.

Xu Ruolin changed the topic back to apologizing: "My lord, today is my junior who insulted the palace in disrespect after being drunk, please forgive my sin and forgive my junior. Another day, this junior will definitely come to my house to apologize."

Lin Bozhou responded lightly, but his attention was not on it, but turned to look at Meng Huan who was sipping a drink.

Meng Huan didn't know how to drink, but he was really depressed, so he gritted his teeth and poured the spicy wine into his belly one mouthful at a time. The strong smell made his eyes turn red when he swallowed.

After drinking a bottle of wine, the depression in Meng Huan's mind also disappeared without a trace, replaced by a relaxed blankness, and an indescribable drowsiness and drowsiness. The groggyness made his eyelids drop.

"ah…"

Meng Huan drooped his eyelids and yawned, the smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth.

He rubbed his eyes, rather liking it.

Lin Bozhou got up: "Go home."

Leaving behind Xu Ruolin and Lu Nanxing who were looking at each other in dismay, he led Meng Huan down the stairs step by step and left the restaurant.

Xu Ruolin picked up the wine bottle that Meng Huan had drunk from, shook it, the light in his eyes faded, and put the bottle back on the table.

Meng Huan was so dizzy that he couldn't find his way, so he squatted on the side of the street.

The chariot of the Regent was parked in front of him, luxurious and extravagant, with a satin canopy covering the body, and tassels made of gold silk hanging down, eight tall horses covered with mighty masks, the whole carriage was extremely luxurious, even the wheels were It is made of gold and jade.

"Wow…"

Meng Huan looked at the carriage with his hands on his hips, and exclaimed that he had never seen the world.

His face was flushed, he walked in a daze, and reached out to touch the expensive car body: "It's so beautiful."

"..."

The groom leaning on the stool looked at the regent in horror.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes: "Madam is drunk. Help him up."

"Yes." The servants quickly helped Meng Huan into the carriage.

Stepping on the pedals, Meng Huan slid his head into the carriage, a heavy feeling suddenly descended in his mind, and he threw himself forward heavily as if all his strength had been drained.

"Boom." The sound of flesh colliding.

"..." Lin Bozhou's jaw hurt from being hit, and he closed his eyes patiently. He smelled the aroma of Meng Huan's ear and neck and the strong smell of alcohol at the tip of his nose. He tried to take Meng Huan to the seat beside him with a blank expression, "Huanhuan, Sit down."

But when he hugged Meng Huan's waist, Meng Huan naturally separated his legs, followed his movements, and adjusted his posture to straddle his legs, facing each other while riding.

"..."

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes: "Huanhuan."

The voice contained coercion.

In Meng Huan's sober state, he would immediately understand that the prince doesn't like this posture and wants to change it.

But at this time, after Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Meng Huan did not move.

He wrapped his arms around Lin Bozhou's neck, his body was soft, his brows and eyes were intoxicated, and he looked up at him a little dullly, his eyes were moist and bright.

He seemed to be identifying who Lin Bozhou was.

After a while, Meng Huan vaguely said a word: "Husband."

Lin Bozhou paused: "Huh?"

Meng Huan regained a sliver of logic, looking at Lin Bozhou's familiar face, the person in front of him was the most profound person he could remember in his mind recently.

Meng Huan confirmed: "You are my husband."

These two words made his drunk voice sticky and soft. Although Lin Bozhou didn't understand it, he roughly guessed that it should be a very intimate title.

"Husband husband~"

Meng Huan insisted on barking and raised his head, as if he would not give up unless he responded.

Drunk and such a fool?

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and replied simply: "Well, my husband is here."

Meng Huan in his arms immediately became very happy, smiling with his eyes bent, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows' ] just like in the novel..." Meng Huan hugged his legs It was moving back and forth, uneasy, with some inexplicable restlessness.

"..."

Not knowing what he was talking about, Lin Bozhou raised his hand and stroked his face restrainingly: "Huanhuan, be good, don't make trouble, you can sleep first if you are sleepy, and you will return to the palace in a while."

With cold fingers, he touched Meng Huan's hot pink face.

"My husband is so comfortable..."

Meng Huan seemed to be enjoying his warmth, tilted his head, and gently rubbed his face against his slender fingers, obediently. However, he rubbed his hot red lips up.

Soft and plump, rich and gaudy, with vague words: "It's so hot."

Lin Bozhou's eyes were dim, and he was about to withdraw his hand when he saw Meng Huan slightly opened his lips, tilted his head, and "chirped" his long finger that was on his lips.

— Moist and warm in the mouth where the knuckles are inserted.

Meng Huan eagerly, jerky, and instinctively rubbed his soft tongue, licking his bony long fingers, licking very erotically, the fingers were stained wet with saliva, and shouted with a tired ending: "Husband..."

The atmosphere was extremely weird, Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and did not speak.

—until that obscene movement could no longer be ignored.