CH 54.4

After Shen Qingyu left, it was too hot to stay in the pavilion, so Meng Huan asked Lin Bozhou, “Let’s go back, then?”

Lin Bozhou took him by the hand and stood up. “This husband is about to write a letter.”

Meng Huan looked at him and couldn’t help but say, “Are you going to start working again?”

Lin Bozhou gently held his hand. “ Be good.”

Meng Huan shook his head. “You have a lot to do. I can’t control you.”

Hearing these words, the corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips were slightly curved, neither smiling nor unsmiling. “What does Huan Huan mean by this?”

Meng Huan blinked. “It means that my advice is useless.”

After he finished, Lin Bozhou’s footsteps suddenly stopped.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou in confusion. The man suddenly came closer; his breath fell on him, the tips of their noses facing each other, and his voice was very low. “Is Huan Huan angry?”

When he asked, Meng Huan hurriedly shook his head. “Not angry.”

He really didn’t expect that he could control Lin Bozhou.

If he wanted to control him, at least he shouldn’t depend entirely on him. It would be better like his imagination, planting fields together, Lin Bozhou depending on him, then Meng Huan would be mindful of controlling him.

Meng Huan said earnestly, “You pay attention to your body.”

There was a brief pause in the breath before him.

A moment later, Lin Bozhou nodded. “Okay, thank you, Huan Huan. This husband will pay attention.”

In the study, Lin Bozhou summoned Chen An to write a letter for him. Meng Huan held a clean peach, sitting in a chair on the side while reading, nibbling like a rabbit.

Meanwhile, Lin Bozhou couldn’t see, so he made a mental outline of the letter and read it out while Chen An helped to do the actual writing.

After writing two letters, Chen An took a box from a locked cabinet, opened it with a small key, and took out a jade seal with Lin Bozhou’s name engraved.

As long as a letter carried this seal, it proved to be Lin Bozhou’s authorization, and whoever saw it must follow the instructions in the letter.

Meng Huan quickly finished devouring the peach and was about to throw the core when his brain suddenly flashed.

It seemed like some memory was arising, but in the end, it disappeared.

…… What did he forget again?

Meng Huan shook his head but couldn’t think of it.

Chen An stamped the letter, returned the seal back into the box, and locked it up, putting it in the most prominent place on the antique shelf. Lin Bozhou and the underlings in the study would come every day, and it would be obvious whether the seal was there or not.

The familiarity that the seal brought to Meng Huan became more apparent.

His memory was not very good. Sometimes, the plot line had already arrived in front of his eyes before he could remember what it was in hindsight.

Meng Huan thought until he had a headache, but it was still to no avail, so he went to hold Lin Bozhou’s hand. “Rest! Rest!”

His tone was lively and happy.

Lin Bozhou followed and stood up with a smile at the corner of his lips, quietly looking in Meng Huan’s direction.

When the medicine arrived, Meng Huan took the bowl, familiarly scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to Lin Bozhou’s lips. “It’s time to drink medicine again tonight~.”

You Jin and the attendant nearby watched and went out smilingly.

After all, it was private time for both masters, and it was likely that they would start getting intimate while drinking the medicine, which everyone had to avoid.

Lin Bozhou sat in a chair and half-lifted his jaw. Perhaps because he drank too much medicine in the past few days, his clothes released a medicinal fragrance. His lips were pale, and his eyebrows were depressed with a sickly color.

He opened his lips and accepted the spoon that Meng Huan handed over.

“……”

At this instant, an inexplicable sense of resemblance rushed into his brain. Meng Huan couldn’t see him keep the spoon in his mouth and hurriedly took it out before scooping up another spoonful of medicinal soup.

The medicine smelled particularly fishy and bitter.

Meng Huan looked at it and said, “It seems that Imperial Physician Zhou added another medicine today. Has the taste changed?”

Lin Bozhou was wilting, “It’s still bitter whether it changes or not.”

“How bitter is it?”

Meng Huan was a curious baby and could not resist scooping a spoonful of medicinal soup. He moved closer and gently drank a mouthful. The bitter taste spread on the tip of the tongue, and Meng Huan let out a crying sound. “It’s really bitter! I must not get sick in the future!”

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips lifted slightly.

Then, he said with a smile that wasn’t a smile, “Huan Huan’s mouth is already bitter?”

Meng Huan slightly did not understand the meaning of this sentence and nodded. His shoulder was then gently pressed downward, a hand caressed the ear and neck, and the bitter taste of medicine wrapped in a cool breath came up.

Meng Huan put down the bowl and resisted, “No, no, no, no, no!”

Lin Bozhou’s fingers were like cold snakes climbing up, and his lips were close, carrying a laughing sound, wetly kissing up, laughing while kissing. “Your mouth is already bitter. What are you afraid of?”

The rich taste of traditional Chinese medicine melted away at the tip of the tongue. Meng Huan’s fingers clutched Lin Bozhou’s collar, gripping hard, and tried to push it away. However, Lin Bozhou’s hands also reached up, thumbs against the back of Meng Huan’s head as if holding a small cat, kneading to his heart’s content, and kissing up deeply.

“Woo woo……”

Meng Huan made two pitiful sounds but was soon kissed to the point where his brain was a mess, and a comfortable tingling sensation rose.

Lin Bozhou was really good at kissing.

He was an immoral and despicable person dressed up as a noble and benevolent character, had a mature mind, and was good at controlling everything. Even when kissing, he controlled Meng Huan and forced him to bear his kiss.

But Lin Bozhou had a better habit. He was a powerful empath and knew whether Meng Huan was willing or not, comfortable or not, and would not really force him.

The sound between the lips and teeth was a little sticky, the smell of medicine became very light, and the atmosphere was boiling.

His fingers pinched Meng Huan’s jaw, and a wave of powerlessness sprang up in his body as if he had been drained of strength. He also felt as if a tree had grown in his spine, supporting his waist and slightly bending him.

The tip of Meng Huan’s nose was red, the tails of his eyes were moist, and his lips were bitten red.

A pleasant, soft sigh was heard from Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was spurred on and couldn’t help but let out an “ah~” that was hard to hold back.

The hot breath at the corner of his lips was moist, and Lin Bozhou’s voice contained a smile.

His tone was like a demon that tempted people to fall.

“Huan Huan is really good……”

“……”

Meng Huan’s mind was confused, and Lin Bozhou’s intermittent voice fell in his ears, “If it weren’t for the court, this husband would stay in bed every day and do that kind of thing.”

He sighed again to himself, “…… Really crazy.”

Meng Huan faintly opened his eyes. He also felt that it was unfathomable for Lin Bozhou, who had always worked hard as the monarch, to say these words.

The sovereign didn’t want to attend morning court. When there was someone by their side, who would still think of the morning court?

Lin Bozhou bit down on Meng Huan’s sash with his teeth and gently pulled it away. “Huan Huan, let’s turn out the lights earlier today?”

Meng Huan knew what he wanted to do, and with his remnants of sanity, he gestured to the medicine bowl next to him. “Medicine, you haven’t finished drinking the medicine—”

He just bent down and moved a step, stretching out his fingers to grab the medicine bowl, but he was dragged back by the waist and forced to sit on Lin Bozhou’s lap, a big hand pressing firmly on his waist.

Lin Bozhou reached out, touched the medicine bowl, put it to his lips, and drank it all.

Meng Huan’s clothes were torn open by him, his fair shoulders exposed, and he could not help but cover his eyes. “…… Imperial Physician Zhou said not to have sex too often.”

Although he and Lin Bozhou didn’t do it from morning to night like in the novel, they would be in harmony every night.

Meng Huan was well-behaved and always listened to his teacher or doctor.

He sincerely suggested, his voice begging for mercy, “Your Highness, we should stop. It will be harmful to your health…..”

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips gently curved.

His tone was subdued with restraint. “It’s okay. Let’s drink the medicine together tomorrow.”