CH 52.2

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Meng Huan returned to the residence, and the servants brought hot water. He was soaked with rainwater, and his skin was numb when dipped into the hot water. For a moment, he felt the heat soak into his marrow.

At the doorway, You Jin bowed and said, “Your Highness, this old servant also didn’t know. After seeing the corpse on the ground, Master suddenly ran towards the alley, and as a result, he saw the head of the deceased. It’s bad. Master must have been haunted by the evil spirit.”

Lin Bozhou, covered with a white veil, held a cup of tea and put it back. “Evil spirits?”

“Haunted by the ghost! That’s right! Your Highness, please ask Zhenren* Li to come and exorcise the evil spirits. Otherwise, Master will get sick!”

*Zhenren: Daoist spiritual master.

Lin Bozhou closed the tea lid and figured it out. “You can go down.”

The voice was quite far away. Meng Huan soaked in the water, scooping a handful of hot water and rinsing his face hard. Staring at the swirling flow of water, his train of thought was still a little stiff, stuck in the face of the man under the lightning.

The murderer’s face.

For the first time since he transmigrated, it was the first time he saw a dead person so visually. Meng Huan rubbed his face hard again, trying to wash away the discomfort given to him by the rain.

Beside him, Lin Bozhou seemed to be coming this way. Meng Huan got out of the water and didn’t have time to dry himself. “You can’t see–”

Lin Bozhou extended a hand. “Hold me.”

Meng Huan clenched his hand, and Lin Bozhou asked, “What’s going on?”

Meng Huan let out a breath.

“Scared?”

His voice was soft, and his hot breath transmitted over.

Meng Huan licked his lips, not knowing what to say when his shoulders were wrapped into his arms. Lin Bozhou sighed, and his hand gently patted his back. “Truly scared our Huan Huan. The killer really deserves to die.”

The tolerance and understanding in his tone made Meng Huan instantly relaxed.

Somehow, there was a little aggravation.

Meng Huan could feel the warm fragrance of his chest. Lin Bozhou single-handedly and gently pinched his pointed jaw, approached him, and his breath brushed over the tip of his nose. “All right, all right, it’s okay. Be careful when you go out in the future. Don’t go to lively places; ask a few guards to follow you.”

Previously when Meng Huan saw him speak a little louder, he would be scared that his ears perked up, let alone encounter a murder.

Meng Huan forgot to nod his head, his mind full of thoughts.

He rubbed his face hard in Lin Bozhou’s arms, rubbing while groaning out, trying to keep himself sober.

At that time, he saw the man wearing clothes similar to An Chui, obviously a foreigner. Meng Huan subconsciously rushed up and did not expect that the man was really the murderer.

Although Meng Huan had nearly forgotten about the original book, it was very useful as long as he could remember a little key point.

Especially…… the matter of the original shou and An Chui escaping to Jianzhouwei to recruit soldiers.

At that time, the original shou finally escaped and went north with a humble identity.

But An Chui was a zhizi and originally the tribe’s young prince, so they were able to rise to power, raising an army to build up their strength. Later, they denounced Lin Bozhou and led An Chui’s Jurchen tribe to attack the Great Zong from the northeast to the south.

That was war!

It was true power and conspiracy text!

–Thousands of lives in the book.

It didn’t matter if they died.

Readers only enjoyed watching the action.

But after transmigrated into this book, these were living human lives. Did he really have to watch the war break out and the foreigners invade the Great Zong?

And at that time, Lin Bozhou, as the commander-in-chief, would personally conquer the invading nomads. The battlefield was rapidly changing and dangerous, and Lin Bozhou repeatedly took risks with his body. He was seriously injured, fell from horseback with swords and spears, and was shot in the arms by arrows.

“Damn it……”

Meng Huan tried rubbing his head again, trying to remember.

When Lin Bozhou personally conquered the invaders, the Qingliu party of the imperial court was hiding in the peaceful capital. The party that was clearly protected and guarded by him, however, took advantage of Lin Bozhou’s absence from the imperial court and attacked him, making petty moves to cut off his army provisions and military pay and not sending troops when they received a request for help, deliberately trying to make Lin Bozhou lose badly.

The human heart was sinister.

…… Previously, Meng Huan read the book for fun.

Now, feeling the real body temperature in front of him and Lin Bozhou’s warm breath, Meng Huan suddenly felt a chill in his back, scared to death.

It won’t do.

Meng Huan’s heart said: I have to protect him qwq.