The Young Master has always been kind and innocent

Meng Huan looked up abruptly to see Xiao Xie behind him.

His face clearly expressed: "When did you, Young Master Meng, become this kind of person?"

Meng Huan paid no attention to it.

The original character was exceptionally clever, but Meng Huan did not possess that ability. Since Lin Bhouzo was somewhat attracted to his beauty, he could only... reluctantly use his appearance to serve others...

Meng Huan consoled himself.

Just a superficial service, just a superficial service.

If he found an opportunity, he had to escape. Prince was a treacherous minister, and if he were to be executed, Meng Huan, as his concubine, would become a small traitor as well. In order to avoid blood splattering on himself during the execution, he had to quickly draw a clear boundary.

While Meng Huan was contemplating seriously, a deep voice sounded in his ears: "I heard you wanted to crash into a pillar and commit suicide this afternoon?"

Meng Huan forced a smile, "That was an accidental collision."

Xiao Xie, who witnessed the original character's madness of reciting poetry and drinking before committing suicide, had a complicated expression. His lips trembled as if he had experienced something strange and extraordinary.

"... "

Meng Huan nervously grabbed his hair and heard a sneer in his ear. Lin Bhouzo's pitch-black eyes stared at him, "So, are you willing to follow this prince?"

Meng Huan replied, "I am willing."

After speaking, he felt that his answer was too quick and not sincere enough, so Meng Huan coughed, "After all, Your Highness..."

He tried to come up with some fancy adjectives to praise the regent prince in order to justify his reasons for following him. For example, his handsome appearance, noble character, and great humanity. But his mind went blank, and he was completely at a loss...

Meng Huan: "..."

Why did the benevolent young master end up in a political intrigue story?

He could only repeat dryly, "I... am willing."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, his handsome and fresh face revealing a hint of teenage shyness in love, which was somewhat perplexing but also had some unclear persuasiveness.

"You are so infatuated with this prince?"

The tone trailed off.

Just as Meng Huan was about to raise his eyes, Lin Bhouzo's fingers hooked under his chin. The regent prince had long and distinct finger joints and held him like a plaything, his gaze sweeping over Meng Huan's eyebrows and eyes.

"..."

Meng Huan's cheek was pinched, forming a small flesh bun. He didn't even dare to breathe.

But when he finally couldn't help but take a breath, he smelled a bloody scent.

Meng Huan's back trembled slightly, and Lin Bhouzo's lips curved slightly. There was a glimmer of interest in his eyes towards Meng Huan's reaction.

"The prince has just returned from the North Town Garrison and hasn't freshened up yet, so there may be the smell of blood on him. The little princess doesn't need to be surprised or afraid," Luo explained.

Not afraid?

Meng Huan's face turned pale.

The North Town Garrison, which was the prison institution of the Imperial Guards, was specifically used by the regent prince for interrogating court ministers. While the Ministry of Justice and the Supreme Court followed procedures and revoked their official positions, at the North Town Garrison, they were treated as butchered meat on the chopping board, completely at the mercy of Lin Bhouzo.

Meng Huan's voice trembled, "No, I'm not afraid."

Lin Bhouzo's smile deepened, "Good. Since you're not afraid, come over and attend to this prince's bath."

Though he was smiling, it was the smile of a carnivore before devouring its prey, making Meng Huan's scalp tingle.

...If Meng Huan didn't know that he was in a historical political intrigue story, he would have felt like he was about to be sent to the devil's lair and torn apart.

"Okay..."

Meng Huan stumbled and followed him into the room.

Servants entered one after another, bringing hot water, while Lin Bhouzo stood behind the screen, holding the string of white jade beads in his hand.

He reached out his hand.

Meng Huan reluctantly, but realizing the situation, smartly took the thing from his hand.

There were blood stains on the white jade bead.

"..."

Help me.

What kind of situation is this?

"Take off your clothes," Lin Bhouzo said.

Meng Huan's legs went weak. He placed the jade bead with a "clatter" on the wooden tray held by the servant and quickly walked to Lin Bhouzo's side, reaching out to remove his clothes.

Lin Bhouzo was half a head taller than him. At this moment, he lowered his gaze and stared at Meng Huan, his warm breath falling on Meng Huan's ear.

"..."

Meng Huan didn't dare to lift his eyelids. He untied the outer robe of Lin Bhouzo's royal attire and then reached for his inner garment. The clothing of ancient people was different from modern attire, and Meng Huan wasn't sure where the fastening was. He circled around him, feeling a bit lost.

Then, he heard a very soft laughter.

"..."

Meng Huan thought, please stop laughing, it scares me.

After some effort, Meng Huan found the button and gently pulled the end of the cord. The smooth silk garment slowly opened, revealing the male figure underneath.

Just a glance made Meng Huan's face turn red.

It was obvious that "Beauty on the Pillow of a Vast Land" was a novel about political intrigue, so why did Meng Huan, a person who only cared about romantic storylines, read it? There was only one reason: the writing was good.

In the book, the Regent... was particularly vigorous in bed.

So, his physique was excellent.

Meng Huan tried to avoid looking directly but noticed the robust male figure in his peripheral vision. The clavicles were slender, the shoulder lines broad and sharp, and under the fair skin lay strong muscles with distinct contours. One could almost imagine the movement of those shoulders and waist...

When reading the novel, Meng Huan was amazed by the energy contained within that perfect and robust body.

Meng Huan felt both frightened and dizzy as he tried to change the subject, "You can go into the water now."

"Can I?" Lin Bhouzo ambiguously asked in response.

Meng Huan: "Huh?"

A slight tug at the corner of Lin Bhouzo's lips, "The lower half hasn't been removed yet."

Meng Huan: "..."

No, on TV, people don't take off their pants while bathing!

A surge of hot blood rushed to Meng Huan's head, making his face turn completely red. Confirming that Lin Bhouzo wasn't joking, he obediently reached for his waist.

:)

"You're so noble and impressive, yet you want me to take off your pants."

The smooth fabric fell to the ground.

Despite reminding himself to avert his gaze, Meng Huan couldn't do it in time. The items and scenes repeatedly described in the book as "magnificent," "formidable weapon," "dagger," "expansion and conquest," "plundering," "pile-driving machine," and so on were now within arm's reach. Meng Huan quickly closed his eyes, chanting inwardly, "Amitabha, forgive me for my sins," turning his face as if stung by a needle.

—The image he had just seen flashed through his mind.

Indeed... there was no exaggeration at all.

Meng Huan, like a panicked kitten, hurriedly scooped up a handful of water, saying, "My lord, let me check if the water is hot..."

The water splashed as Meng Huan's fingers trembled.

"Hmm? Is it hot or not?" Lin Bhouzo lowered his gaze to Meng Huan's face, his voice tinged with amusement.

He seemed to have taken a step forward, pressing his body tightly against Meng Huan's back. Meng Huan could almost feel the warm breath on his ear, tickling and moistening it, making it incredibly seductive.

Meng Huan's face was now not only blushing intensely, but his fingers were also burning red. He could hardly distinguish whether it was the water or himself that was hot.

How could this happen? It shouldn't be like this, right? Could this intense feeling be the problem described in the book? After all, in the original text, it often describes the high compatibility between the dominant and submissive roles, and they instantly ignite like dry firewood... Meng Huan confirmed it, so he triggered this strange switch himself, feeling extremely excited towards Lin Bhouzo.

That's right. He has no interest in the treacherous ministers!

Meng Huan tapped his forehead and forced himself to calm down. "It's not hot, the water temperature is just right. My lord can get in the water now."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Bhouzo's lips, still a carnivorous animal with a slightly cruel smile. "Thank you, beloved consort."

With a splash, Lin Bhouzo entered the pool.

He supported his chin with one hand, like a merman lying on the shore, and his slender fingertips tapped against his ear from time to time, while his gaze remained fixed on Meng Huan.

Under his gaze, Meng Huan had to constantly remind himself that he could breathe when he was with him to alleviate the tension in his back.

Meng Huan dutifully walked to the edge of the pool and picked up a fish scale (Hairpin) to hold his hair. But he noticed that amidst his pitch-black hair, there were some faint pink hues.

"..."

Meng Huan finally understood where the smell of blood on him came from.

His hair. His hair was stained with blood.

Meng Huan's heart skipped a beat, his face turned pale, his fingers suddenly stiffened, and the tension in his back, which had just eased, tightened again. His eyes darted around.

Lin Bhouzo's lips curled up slightly, seemingly amused by his startled appearance, and he said with a smile, "The Bureau of Northern Affairs recently caught some dishonest Confucian scholars. I just finished interrogating their accomplices, so I used some rough methods. It has nothing to do with you, no need to be afraid."

No. need. to. be. afraid.

As a modern person, had Meng Huan ever witnessed such bloody scenes?

Meng Huan nodded stiffly and continued to wash his hair. The layer of crimson blood gradually flowed down, spreading and dyeing the surrounding water a light red.

Meanwhile, Lin Bhouzo calmly sat in the water. His damp black hair clung to his skin, making him look like a handsome and demonic ghost.

...The more beautiful, the more hideous.

While muttering to himself, Meng Huan suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed. Lin Bhouzo turned his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes cast shadows by the candlelight. "Beloved consort, do you want to bathe with this prince?"

Meng Huan: "To be honest, not really."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Bhouzo's slender fingertips pause, no longer tapping on the edge of the pool. Instead, they hesitated with an indescribable meaning.

The atmosphere became silent and tranquil.

Meng Huan numbly undressed and without a word said, "This concubine will get in now."

Lin Bhouzo's slender fingers resumed their tapping.

With a smile, he said, "Such an obedient child."

"..."

Meng Huan almost finished undressing, leaving only his last piece of underwear, and stepped into the water while keeping a distance of a few feet from Lin Bhouzo as if avoiding a plague. He scooped water and rinsed himself, pretending to be busy with bathing.

His fair and smooth skin was as white and glossy as porcelain, almost reflective. However, perhaps due to the heat or shyness, his cheeks, ears, the back of his hands, and his joints were all tinged with a blush, which was quite enticing.

As he washed his body, Meng Huan secretly stole a glance at Lin Bhouzo, who made no effort to conceal himself. His ears reddened even more, and he slowly lowered his head.

Lin Bhouzo's tapping fingers paused as he saw Meng Huan's head lowering and then sinking into the water, producing a few bubbles, swimming like a small fish.

—It's as if he would rather drown than face him.

"..."

Lin Bhouzo's lips curved into a slight arc.

He extended his arm, gently swaying it in the ripples of the water. Then, as if catching something, he slowly lifted Meng Huan's chin, raising his entire face.

The Young man's eyelashes were wet with water, damp and helpless. His lips were moist and crimson, exquisitely beautiful, but his gaze seemed a bit vacant as he looked at Lin Bhouzo.

A wave of indescribable emotions surged in Lin Bhouzo's eyes. He tightly clasped his jaw with his fingertips, and the touch gradually radiated a scorching heat.

—Meng Huan.

The son of Meng Xue Ming, the court counselor who had accused him in court five days ago.

Meng Xue Ming was exiled to Fengxiang as a military officer, but his son Meng Huan was stopped by Lin Bhouzo and remained in the capital. It was said that Meng Huan had cursed him for several days and nights in the courtyard, considering him an enemy of the world. However, he was unexpectedly soft and adorable.

Lin Bhouzo's long fingers slowly moved downward, gently touching Meng Huan's delicate and fragile throat, as if he could easily crush his windpipe with a slight squeeze.

But he didn't want to do that.

Lin Bhouzo turned his head, his gaze fixed on Meng Huan, who was playing the role of a little fish in the pool.

So lovely.

What kind of tricks are you hiding?