If you say you like it, the theater troupe will stay, and the original owner's friends who are in it will take the opportunity to take you away?

What if you say you don't like it?

After a while, Meng Huan stammered: "It's average."

After Xu Ruolin's incident, Meng Huan had a sense of mistrust towards the original owner's friend's attributes. If he left the mansion, he would be dragged to sell, work illegally, or even be sold to a kiln. This is a big problem.

Lin Bozhou didn't seem to expect that he would say he didn't like it, so he paused briefly and nodded: "Okay, let's go and see when Huanhuan is interested."

Meng Huan made an "um" sound, quickly picked up the bowl and continued to take care of Lin Bozhou to eat.

A little porridge rubbed against his lips, Meng Huan stretched out his hand, and rubbed it naturally.

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids to look at him, and smiled again inexplicably.

After dinner, Lin Bozhou held Meng Huan's hand and talked, and Chang Shi Chen An came in with a stack of letters to be handled by Lin Bozhou.

"Huanhuan, let's go eat, Huanhuan doesn't have to be busy here." Lin Bozhou said.

"Um."

After Meng Huan finished his response, he went to the table to prepare his 30 big dishes.

Lin Bozhou was supported by You Jin, put a coat on his shoulders, and sat at the desk outside the screen to listen to Chen An reading the letter.

Chen An said: "At the beginning of next year, there will be an investigation in Beijing. The impeachment of the Qingliu Party has brought the party struggle to the fore. This year and next year, the court will have troubles again."

Lin Bozhou hummed softly with breath, even Chen An's brows were furrowed anxiously, but there was no emotion on his face.

"Now the imperial court is already tight, and they still have to fight back and forth, and the fight is a mess, alas—" Chen An sighed heavily.

As soon as Lin Bozhou starts to deal with political affairs, he will regain his sense of familiarity: "This can be regarded as the madness before death, or let them fight, whoever jumps higher will die sooner, and save the king. Make an excuse to take them."

"..."

Meng Huan stuffed a piece of pickled meat with preserved vegetables into his mouth.

Lin Bozhou was exactly as he imagined.

Gentle on the outside, aggressive on the inside, others will moan and sigh when encountering difficulties, but he is keen on solving problems, and will only be more excited when encountering difficulties.

Listening to what they said, Meng Huan remembered the most serious psychological shadow that Lin Bozhou had brought to him.

—killed 30,000 people.

Probably the Jingcha and crony disputes they mentioned now?

The original book says:

Clique means forming cliques. In the officialdom, officials form factions because of their origin, ambition, ideals, etc., refer to each other, and share benefits, forming a joint force that is much stronger than fighting alone, and at the same time excludes others. outside their own interest group.

At this time, the struggle with other interest groups is called party struggle, such as the current Qingliu and Dirty Liu.

The former Lin Party and the Eunuch Party.

Only when Lin Bozhou overthrew the **** party could he take back the power held by the **** party and hold it in his own hands.

Meng Huan could barely remember a little bit, and he silently stuffed a chopstick of meat into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge.

Where can meat-eaters seek it out?

The sky through the window was dim, as if it was evening.

A gust of drafts blew across the main hall, bringing with it the damp coolness after the rain.

The whole afternoon, Meng Huan was in Lin Bozhou's dormitory. Lin Bozhou read and wrote letters, while he drew pictures and little people.

Later in the day, You Jin bowed his waist and approached, and a bowl of medicine was put on the chopping board: "My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

In the morning, Lin Bozhou was willing to listen to him, and Meng Huan became more active. He put down his pen and ran to him to take the medicine bowl, and went to Lin Bozhou's seat: "Drink the medicine, drink the medicine~"

"Huanhuan wait a moment—"

Before Lin Bozhou finished speaking, Meng Huan had already swept away the paper in front of him.

"..." You Jin was also stunned.

Lin Bozhou usually doesn't let anyone disturb him when he handles official documents, which can easily spoil his train of thought, but at this time Lin Bozhou smiled, didn't say anything, and put down the brush in his hand.

"Well, drink the medicine."

Meng Huan took the spoon and fed him mouthful.

Lin Bozhou in front of him drooped his brows and eyes, and the arc at the end of his eyes was a bit cold, like the cold lake water in early spring, unfathomably deep.

But now, he just listened to Meng Huan's actions, swallowed one bite at a time, restrained all his determination and danger, and obediently drank the medicinal soup he sent.

Inexplicably, Meng Huan felt... so obedient.

Halfway through drinking the medicinal soup, Meng Huan realized that Lin Bozhou was sitting in a chair in a healthy state to deal with official documents, and he was not as weak as in the morning. It seemed a bit unnecessary to feed the medicine by himself.

He asked: "My lord, you can actually drink the medicine yourself, right?"

"Yes," Lin Bozhou didn't think he was bothering him, "but Huanhuan has already been fed, so let's continue feeding."

"..."

Meng Huan looked into his eyes with bright eyes: "Isn't it bitter?"

Lin Bozhou admitted: "Bitter."

"..."

It turned out to be really bitter.

Just to allow yourself to feed him, have you been enduring it? Meng Huan blinked, lowered his head and stirred the medicinal soup.

After stirring the spoon in the medicine soup, Meng Huan thought for a while and said, "My lord, why don't you drink the medicine in one gulp now, and I'll pour a bowl of boiling water and feed you one mouthful at a time?"

"..."

The air became a little still.

Lin Bozhou looked at him with dark eyes, as if surprised by this sentence.

Being watched by him, Meng Huan also realized that this proposal was very strange. He didn't know what he was talking about. He pointed at the porcelain bowl with his thin white fingers and explained: "Bitter."

Looking at Lin Bozhou again: "That's right, drinking bitter ones will make you uncomfortable, I don't want you to drink... bitter ones."

The atmosphere became even quieter than before.

After all, Lin Bozhou said in the morning that he wanted to listen to him, so he changed his mind, and Meng Huan also wanted to think about him.

Who would want to drink bitter?

There was a calm emotion in Lin Bozhou's eyes, but there were ripples. He took the bowl and sighed: "I made trouble for my husband unreasonably."

He raised his head, slipped his Adam's apple, and finished the medicinal soup.

Seeing that the bowl was empty, Meng Huan thought he had reached an agreement with him, so he took the bowl: "I'll go get some sugar water."

Lin Bozhou: "Huh?"

His tone was full of restraint, and Meng Huan was a little confused: "No...it's agreed that you drink the medicine, should I feed you something else?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou's eyebrows were pressed down fiercely, and he realized later that there was really a wall in the brain circuit between him and Meng Huan. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the teeth, and seemed a little helpless.

For a moment, I couldn't help laughing, and let out a soft breath: "Okay, Huanhuan, come here."

Meng Huan was holding the bowl, but still blindfolded: "Don't you drink?"

"come over."

Lin Bozhou seemed to have something else in his gentleness.

Meng Huan didn't quite understand, put down the bowl and approached, he led his wrist to his lap, just remembered his knee injury, and when he wanted to look down, his chin was pinched by his hand and turned towards Lin Bozhou's face.

The kiss with the bitter taste of medicine fell down, slightly hot, the lips rubbed against his lower lip, and the tip of the tongue bumped in.

"..."

If you disagree with each other, you will be loved ones.

The movement of Meng Huan falling on him was a bit unbearable, mainly because the kiss was so sudden that he was not mentally prepared.

But his waist soon softened, and he hugged him in his arms, pinched his chin, and spoke recklessly and agitatedly.

Meng Huan tasted the bitter smell of the medicine, he frowned, and gently grabbed Lin Bozhou's clothes, but his back was pressed against the table, and he couldn't move at all, so he had to let Lin Bozhou grab his lips and tongue.

"No more water."

With a smile in his voice, Lin Bozhou took the time to say something.

Meng Huan immediately understood what he meant and blushed when he heard the next sentence: "It's the same with drinking Huanhuan."

Emperor Xuanhe's heart ached because of Lin Bozhou's leg injury, and he was forced to return to his residence to rest for a day. This was destined to be a sleepless night.

After dinner, Lin Bozhou listened to the book for an hour as usual, and then turned away from the screen.

When he heard him say "Let's all go down", Meng Huan felt a chill down his back.

Lin Bozhou unbuttoned his clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were shaded, and his tone was extremely bewitching: "Huanhuan, should I go to bed?"

This sleep is not that sleep.

"..."

Meng Huan huddled under the quilt at the corner of the bed, watching Lin Bozhou approaching, he was really confused, he felt that he couldn't stand the man who had just started.

I don't know why, but the relationship between him and Lin Bozhou has become like this. Now that he starts to recite Amitabha, no one can save him.

Lin Bozhou is now in estrus, exactly as described in the book, he has degenerated from a glorious Buddha to a demon who seeks pleasure every night.

Deep in the quilt, Meng Huan heard the movement of the watch outside the palace, and gritted his teeth: "My lord... oh, isn't your lord going to court tomorrow...?"

The fog in front of his eyes was wet and heavy, so dense that it could hardly be lingered, Lin Bozhou's voice was mixed with heat: "En."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Lin Bozhou pressed against his forehead and seemed to laugh out loud.

"...with Huanhuan, I am willing to die suddenly as my husband."

Only a few breaths responded to him.

The dense fog still enveloped him, rolling over every inch of Meng Huan's skin until it penetrated deep into the marrow of his bones, causing ripples to echo in his limbs and bones.

Bit by bit, it finally changed from a squall to a drizzle, and then to a wet and muddy morning...

…

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a slight movement in the hall.

Lin Bozhou stood up, his thick eyelashes drooping slightly, You Jin approached on tiptoe, took his clothes for him, and then put on his shoes.

"My lord—"

Lin Bozhou raised a finger to signal him to be quiet.

Turning his head, he looked at Meng Huan, who was lying on the futon and sleeping sweetly. He huddled up a little, Lin Bozhou's lips curled up, and he walked outside the screen with his shoes on.

You Jin's voice was very low: "My lord, are your legs better?"

"It's okay, I don't need to use my legs to sit most of the time in the cabinet." Lin Bozhou put his hands into the crimson and colorful court clothes, turned his hands sideways, and gently brushed his hair back.

You Jin whispered: "The prince should take care of his health."

Lin Bozhou hummed, and after washing up, he went out of the main hall and sat on the chair.

In the dark night, a group of people, holding lanterns, hurried to the gate of the Prince Regent's Mansion. Lin Bozhou tidied up at this time, his hair was tied with a jade crown, and his eyes were unhiddenly handsome, but his lips were pursed. indifference.

He should have thought about today's court affairs.

...But before I knew it, my thoughts turned back to the little shadow on the bed.

After a while, Lin Bozhou opened his eyes and asked, "Why doesn't the princess like the troupe?"

You Jin said: "Perhaps the princess is thinking that if the prince finds an opera troupe, he will have to indulge in political affairs every day and ignore the princess!"

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips raised unconsciously: "Really?"

"It must be," You Jin said with a smile, "It must be that the princess was afraid that the prince would neglect him, so she deliberately said that she didn't like the troupe and asked the prince to accompany him more."

Lin Bozhou smiled, and his stern eyebrows became gentler.

He knew that You Jin was saying good things to make him happy, but he really began to be happy with this kind of imagination.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "I hope so."