How very bold of you
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After Meng Huan pecked him on the lips, the youth immediately stepped back nervously, as if he had done nothing, and waited for the silence to settle in the air.
Lin Bozhou’s earlier agitation and irrationality that had overtaken him had subsided. He relaxed his grip on the armrests, his brow eased, and his lips opened slightly, but no sound came out.
Interrupted by that jiu, the conflict between them seemed to have disappeared completely.
There was a moment of silence.
Meng Huan muttered, “Why were you so fierce? Didn’t I only come back late?”
Lin Bozhou’s expression looked grave.
Then a smile replaced it.
It was like the storm clouds accumulating above suddenly blown away by the breeze, revealing an endless crystal-blue sky.
Lin Bozhou smiled. “Yes, I was fierce toward you. I was wrong.”
Hmph.
Meng Huan caressed the man’s face with his fingers, saying, “I don’t blame you.”
He knew what Lin Bozhou was worried about.
But after his gesture, his fingers abruptly froze in mid-air.
Surprised by this sudden affectionate gesture.
Did he just touch Lin Bozhou’s face like he was teasing a child?
No, way…
Meng Huan was surprised, but Lin Bozhou did not think too much about it. His dark hair came loose by his ears as he turned his head in search of Meng Huan’s fingers that had moved aside. His handsome face was stained with twilight, a little sickly, but with a faint smile at the corners of his lips.
…It appeared that the sweet gesture successfully made the man happy.
Meng Huan could not stop himself from recalling the scene when he first saw Lin Bozhou. The man’s clothes were spotless, but his whole body was covered in the scent of blood, and he would kill people with a blink of an eye. At that time, when he met eyes with Lin Bozhou, he was so scared that his hair stood up, and a chill ran down his back…
From then to now, they seem to have been together for a long time, so long that many things have changed unknowingly.
Meng Huan came back to his senses. “Isn’t it time for Your Royal Highness to rest?”
Lin Bozhou questioned, “Did you not just come back?”
“I want to bathe and clean myself up.”
“I will wait for you.” Lin Bozhou said.
Hearing this, Meng Huan blushed behind his ears and nodded.
Through the folding screen, as Meng Huan was removing his clothes for the bath, he came across the letter inside his sleeve that had been warmed due to his body heat.
When he took it out, he checked on Lin Bozhou, who was sitting next to the bed and seemed to be going to sleep soon.
After removing the sealing wax and looking over the letter using the dim light, Meng Huan originally thought that if it was Lu Nanxing’s chicken scratch, he wasn’t even going to read it. But he also wanted to try to see if he could read after his two months of improvement, so he spread the paper out.
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—Fcfzqfmafvis, ktja ugffafv tlw kjr cba We Eebilc’r rfwl-megrlnf rmglqa.
Instead, it was an exquisite, neat, and handsome regular script in the pavilion style. This style was originally the calligraphic style of a scholar in the Hanlin Imperial Academy who was especially well-liked by an emperor. Later, other scholars followed this trend, and the style gradually became the special writing style used exclusively for the imperial examination.
Ktf qjnlilbc-rasif gfueijg rmglqa kjr wjcs alwfr fjrlfg ab gfjv atjc atf rfwl-megrlnf rmglqa. Zfcu Lejc mbeiv cbk gbeutis gfjv la, fnfc lo la kjr kglaafc lc agjvlalbcji mtjgjmafgr.
Ktf ifaafg kjr rlucfv boo klat olnf kbgvr.
—From your loving father.
—Ktlr kjr j ifaafg kglaafc ab tlw ys Zfcu Wefwlcu.
The letter said that he had arrived at Fengxiang County, using money to help him along the way, so the officers and soldiers that escorted him did not treat him badly. Now he was part of the army at Fengxiang and was usually on guard duty, training, and fixing military supplies. And during his spare time, he would work the land and tend chickens. Away from the court disputes, he lived a quiet, idle life. Then he asked about Meng Huan.
Meng Xueming’s wife passed away early, so there were originally only the father and son at home, supporting each other. As Meng Huan read the letter, although he had never met Meng Xueming, he subconsciously felt some affection for this father.
There was another letter tucked behind this one, which was indeed Lu Nanxing’s chicken scratch. It seemed that this letter was delivered to Lu Nanxing first before being forwarded to Meng Huan.
Lu Nanxing’s letter was much more difficult for Meng Huan to decipher, and he eventually chose to give up reading it.
He fiddled around for a moment before hearing Lin Bozhou call out, “Huan Huan?”
Meng Huan answered, “Yes?”
Lin Bozhou asked, “What’s wrong?”
When he said this, Meng Huan was instantly nervous, realizing that he had forgotten to splash around the water as he was reading. To Lin Bozhou’s ears, the sounds of water had suddenly stopped, but the person had not returned yet.
Meng Huan hurriedly found an excuse. “Ah, I think I was too tired walking around today and fell asleep in the bath.”
He walked to the bed, and Lin Bozhou sat up once more. He had been waiting for Meng Huan all afternoon, but now he looked relaxed and leisurely with his hair draping over his white sleepwear, just waiting to be sticky with Meng Huan.
As soon as Meng Huan sat down, the man reached out and took Meng Huan’s hands.
The sudden approach of that handsome face that was like heaven's son, untainted by even a speck of dust, caused Meng Huan’s heart to skip a beat.
Lin Bozhou said in an unhurried tone, “Huan Huan, kiss me.”
“…”
Meng Huan paused and leaned close to the other person’s lips.
After a short kiss, Lin Bozhou looked as if his breathing was unsteady. He lay back in the quilt, his head propped up by slender fingers resting by his ear, and his eyes dyed by the color of spring, looking like he was quietly waiting for Meng Huan to play with him.
“Huan Huan, come.” Lin Bozhou said, “Just like last night.”
“…”
Meng Huan: TvT
—He had never seen such a perverted gong in his life.
But last night at least he was drunk, which was how he was able to take the initiative to touch the man. Now, nervously pursing his lips, he wasn’t mentally prepared for this.
Although he knew that Lin Bozhou was deliberately teasing him, Meng Huan was really da mie.
“No?” When Lin Bozhou said this, he gently pulled his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the tight muscle there as well as the lines of his waist and stomach.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Meng Huan felt that drunken dizziness rising once more in his mind. By the time he came to his senses, he was already lying in Lin Bozhou’s arms, with his clothes being pulled open.
His lips were also being pressed against Lin Bozhou’s lips very intensely. Then came Lin Bozhou’s deep voice. “How did you kiss me just now?”
“What?” Meng Huan’s head felt heavy as the back of his ears turned red.
Then, as if testing the waters, Lin Bozhou directed a few feathery pecks to Meng Huan’s lips, using the same amount of force that Meng Huan had used just now. With soft amusement in his throat, he inquired, “Was it like this?”
Meng Huan clenched his teeth and noticed the movement of the other person’s fingers.
Lin Bozhou said meaningfully, “How very bold of you.”
“…”
His tongue drove in, turning this shallow kiss into a wet and breathless one. At the same time, his fingers also reached into the youth’s underpants.
Similar to the scene they saw in the spring palace picture book at that time, when he kissed Meng Huan, his fingers became sticky.
The night was, inexplicably, long.
Unable to resist the urge, Meng Huan looked quietly at Lin Bozhou.
Gauze curtains covered the bed, creating a small space that had always created a stronger sense of belonging.
Meng Huan studied Lin Bozhou’s profile carefully.
Within this intimate distance, the man kissed him repeatedly.
After a particularly hard thrust, Meng Huan could not hold back his moan.
He said in a very small voice, “Husband.”
There was a pause before Lin Bozhou kissed him. “Yes, this husband is here.”
–
Meng Huan often had this nightmare.
He could not explain why it was always the same scene. On a cold, stormy day, between tall buildings, bubbles seeped from ceramic tiles, and thousands of ripples rose to cover the whole world.
And next to the storm was a pile of discarded garbage, vulnerable to the elements, among which was a tiny swaddling blanket.
A pale baby’s fingers stuck out from the swaddling blanket. The baby was battered in the storm, crying ceaselessly.
In the past, Meng Huan always woke up from this nightmare and suspected that he was the baby in that swaddling blanket and that this was the scene of when he had been abandoned.
Tonight, Meng Huan dreamed of this again.
However, this time, he saw a young man appear and use an umbrella to shield him from the wind and rain. Although he could not see the man’s face clearly, the scent coming from the pale neck revealed by his collar smelled the same as what was now lingering in his nose.
He woke up in the middle of the night and saw Lin Bozhou sleeping soundly beside him.
He was so stunned that he could not resist leaning in to bite his jaw.
Lin Bozhou was still dreaming and seemed to feel a slight pain from the bite. He furrowed his brows lightly and retaliated by pressing Meng Huan deeper into his arms.
Meng Huan was sure that maybe this was not a dream.
Because the man who sheltered him from the storm had appeared.
–
In the morning, Meng Huan woke up feeling groggy.
Lin Bozhou had long since gotten up. Maybe You Jin served him when he did, since he was dressed neatly and sitting in the study, listening to Chen An report on recent political affairs.
He leaned back lazily in his pearwood chair, eyes covered with the same white gauze, lips pursed, and occasionally made an acknowledging sound.
Lin Bozhou was born with a hard-working life and just could not seem to catch a break. Even if he was blind, he still had to get up early, bathe, burn incense, exercise, meditate, and wait for his staff and officials to enter his study and report on the situation.
Meng Huan also made himself presentable, walked over, and happened to hear what Chen An was saying.
“According to a source from the palace, yesterday, His Majesty summoned Senior Cui’s legitimate grandson.”
Lin Bozhou picked up his teacup. “Mmm?”
“It was not the little Young Master Cui Han, but the elder Young Master Cui Ying. This Young Master is said to be sickly in health. He has been recuperating in the family’s manor outside the city at Xiangshan, reading books, playing Weiqi, and making friends with other young masters. He has an outstanding reputation among the wealthy.”
Lin Bozhou was quiet, not commenting.
“Some time ago, this Young Master won a game of Weiqi against the Kongjie Master. His achievement was sung across the capital. And is His Majesty not obsessed over Weiqi? Well, when His Majesty heard of this, the young master was immediately summoned into the palace for a match.”
Lin Bozhou set his teacup down.
Clink—
It was neither a light nor a heavy sound.
He showed a faint smile. “Interesting. He’s seizing this Regent’s refusal to play Weiqi with His Majesty, spotting an opening and desperately worming his way in to exploit it during this Regent’s blindness.”
He smiled, looking very much like an evil demon with a handsome face once more, but spoke with a very chilling tone, mocking, “Very smart, knowing to use Weiqi. It seems that they have figured out how to replace this Regent in front of His Majesty.”
Just hearing these two light statements sent chills down Chen An’s back.
Since ancient times, if ministers wanted to gain power, they must please the emperor. For example, a famous treacherous minister wrote beautiful green poems and gained favor from a certain Taoist emperor. This minister achieved meteoric success in his career, overturning the imperial court for many years.
Powerful court eunuchs also needed to rely on pleasing the emperor. Imperial power could only fall into their hands if the emperor was indecisive and indolent about political affairs.
When Lin Bozhou was transferred to the capital from Guzhou, he was originally supposed to be the puppet Prince Regent in a fight between two imperial powers. His target was the Xuanhe Emperor. The first step to gaining trust was to pique his interest, so he used Weiqi to conquer his childish heart.
But after he gained trust, he stopped playing Weiqi with the Emperor and instead instructed him to study hard and learn the principles of governing the country. The Emperor, more than anyone else, should not possess seven emotions and six desires and should not have any passions or hobbies other than national affairs; otherwise, if it’s too deep and heavy, the consequences would absolutely not be good for the country.
Now, people are following his example from before and trying to rush onto the stage while his eye illness is acting up.
“Some people can barely hide their intentions to kill this Regent anymore.”
After that, his teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Meng Huan was stunned as he raised his head to look at him.
…Was Lin Bozhou very angry?
“Husband…”
He stepped forward. Just as he wanted to say a few words of comfort…
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The two letters he received last night came to his attention.
They were on display on the table, picked up early in the morning by You Jin when he was tidying the room. The white paper with dark ink was very conspicuous—
The author has something to say:
I remember, however, that many chapters ago, someone dropped an insignificant comment saying that Lin Bozhou would be the emperor in the future. Readers can take a guess =v=.
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The famous treacherous minister refers to Yang Song, the court eunuch being Wei Zhongxian and Lin Jiu, and the Taoist Emperor was Jiajing Emperor, who made the people poor.
Is this an uh-oh moment? What did Lu Nanxing write? I think the one written by his father should be okay for the most part 😟
im not gonna lie. i dont want lin bozhou to be emperor. ever.i want him to retire away back to his vassal state with meng huan and live out their lives just like how they planned on doing it a few chapters ago. :(((
Same, but that baby emperor isn’t smart at all. I fear for the kingdom in his hands :/
Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
Thanks very much for the chapter Teo
thank you for the chapter 🫶
No please…I don’t wanna read this anymore QAQ
Thanks for the chapter 😨
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH CLIFF HANGER
But I suspect Lin Bozhou is only angry at the letter writer. He’s already well aware of his wifey’s reading abilities.
Lin Bozhou has already proven he can still win against a top scholar while blind -folded. Just saying 😊. I hope he believes Meng Huan when he explains that he’s sick of getting letters he doesn’t want and can’t read!