is collarbone, which also had his own red bite marks.


Meng Huan closed his eyes and mentally screamed, “Bodhisattva.”

Bodhisattva, I really made a mistake.

“Very cute,” Lin Bozhou tied a bow on the side of his waist and said with a smile.
“It’s very late, but there’s no need to rush.
There is no need to hurry back to the house tonight.
We’ll stay here and spend the night.”

Meng Huan grunted.
Lin Bozhou’s approaching arm firmly held his waist.
“Is it inconvenient for Huan Huan to walk? Do you want this husband to carry you?”


In this way, wouldn’t everyone know that he and Lin Bozhou had just fucked in the spring pool?

That would be too shameful.

Meng Huan hurriedly shook his head.
“I can walk.”

Lin Bozhou seemed to give another laugh.
“Then it will be hard for Huan Huan.”

The words were spoken with a shallow, airy tone.


The back of Meng Huan’s ear was hot again.

So strange.

I always feel that Lin Bozhou’s voice is so erotic ah qwq.

Many people were waiting outside the garden.
This group of people was waiting for Lin Bozhou to take a bath.
However, no one knew what was going on with this prince either, and he took a bath all afternoon.

In fact, they knew what was going on inside from the time the maids and eunuchs exited, but they acted as if nothing was wrong on the surface.

Even if they saw the princess walking slowly, with a transparent face, shy and timid, they still acted as if they were blind and pretended not to know anything.

“Your Highness, are we still going to the horse farm?” Luo Juan asked.

“No,” Lin Bozhou said.
“Go and eat first.
At night, call people to come to the meeting hall.
There is something to discuss.”

Luo Juan cupped his fist.

He was the son of the capital’s military governor in charge of the capital’s 300,000 troops, protecting the lifeblood of imperial power.
His father’s relationship with Lin Bozhou was very delicate.
A little closeness could cause panic among the civil and military officials, who thought Lin Bozhou would seek power and usurp the throne.

Therefore, although Lin Bozhou and Luo Juan’s father had an uncle and nephew’s friendship, they hardly interacted in court, relying on Luo Juan to pass on the word, which was usually delivered in this hunting ground.

Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan.
“Huan Huan, if there is anything you want to eat, let the servants make it for you.”

Meng Huan was immersed in his thoughts of making a mistake and shook his head.
“No need.”

He was still quite embarrassed.
“Your Highness can discuss official business.
I’ll go back to eat by myself and sleep afterward.”

The people who would soon be feasting with Lin Bozhou were his advisors, friends, and even officials in high positions.
This group of sophisticated and shrewd treacherous minions gathering together frightened Meng Huan when he saw it, and he preferred to stay alone.

Lin Bozhou let out an “Mm,” seemingly intending to leave.

But as soon as his footsteps left, he returned.

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