The whole time, Lin Bozhou was half sitting and watching him with interest.
“Is Huan Huan angry?” Lin Bozhou’s tone didn’t sound guilty or repentant.
Meng Huan felt that Lin Bozhou rubbing him while talking was very self-effacing.
Meng Huan vigorously said, “Mmm!”
Lin Bozhou smiled. “Sorry, Huan Huan. This husband married late and got Huan Huan as his wife with difficulty. After the first time experiencing something sexual, sometimes I can’t control myself.”
“Humph.”
Meng Huan said in his heart.
After being stubborn for a while, he climbed up again.
His pants were damp, and Lin Bozhou’s was undoubtedly the same.
While looking for a place to put his clothes, Meng Huan found a basin of hot water and two brand-new underpants behind the screen.
Meng Huan: “……”
It meant that no matter what he had done with Lin Bozhou, the subordinates in this hall knew it by heart.
“……”
Meng Huan’s face went red again.
Was this the life of a court marquis in the palace under everyone’s eyes?
He took the pants and water back to the bed. Lin Bozhou, with both legs dangling on the ground and his feet on the carpet, waited for him lazily.
“This husband has no strength. Huan Huan, come over and help this husband change pants, okay?” Lin Bozhou said.
“……”
Didn’t you have quite a bit of strength just now?
Meng Huan just wanted to retort but tried to think back again. It seemed that…… only the lower half of his body was moving, and his whole person did not move much.
Meng Huan had no choice but to wring out a handkerchief, walk to him, put his hand around Lin Bozhou’s side, and remove his wet underpants.
Meng Huan lowered his head and tried not to look at the aroused place just now. He pretended to be blind and recited “Bodhisattva” in his heart, feeling at peace with himself until the underpants were removed to near his knees.
“……”
Meng Huan’s hand suddenly paused.
The skin of the knees before his eyes were broken, and a whole chunk of it was rotten with blood scabs crusting over and some edema at the joints.
Lin Bozhou couldn’t get out of bed, not because of the cold, but because his knee was damaged, and he couldn’t stand up temporarily.
Meng Huan raised his head and looked at Lin Bozhou. “Your Highness……”
He wanted to ask what was going on.
Lin Bozhou looked down at him, smiling calmly. “His Majesty had a nightmare last night. This husband stood by the bedside, kneeling all night, and only returned this morning.”
Meng Huan was stunned and then looked at his knees.
He knew Lin Bozhou kept brainwashing and manipulating to gain the emperor’s trust, playing the role of a loving and loyal brother, but was it really necessary to take it to this point?
“Since you’re accompanying him, why don’t you find a stool to sit on?” Meng Huan really couldn’t understand.
Lin Bozhou paused, and the smile under his eyes deepened.
He hooked his finger toward Meng Huan. “Telling Huan Huan a secret.”
“What?”
“His Majesty is weak-minded, too dependent on adults, and often reckless. If this husband doesn’t kneel by the bed for one night until his knees are worn out, and he can’t get up, His Majesty will not feel guilty in his heart and will make unreasonable requests repeatedly.”
Meng Huan stopped moving his hands and looked at him with clear eyes.
“Therefore,” Lin Bozhou said, “By occasionally using a bitter meat strategy*, His Majesty will work a little harder, reflecting on whether he is adding to the trouble by relying too much on others.”
*Bitter meat strategy is a special method of alienation. One deliberately hurt themselves and used blood and tears in exchange for the trust of their enemy, then subverted the enemy.
“Oh.” Meng Huan opened his mouth and trailed off.
It’s a bitter meat strategy, ah ……
He then looked at Lin Bozhou’s damaged knees.
Really don’t want his life anymore.
—Did the original shou ever think of encouraging Lin Bozhou in his diligence and then waiting for him to die suddenly as a form of assassination?
Meng Huan stopped talking and wrung a handkerchief from the hot water, wiping Lin Bozhou’s leg.
The stickiness should be from something that had just come out.
Meng Huan flushed a little and couldn’t control his gaze, looking at that place again.
—Magnificent.
“……”
Awesome.
Meng Huan suddenly thought of this word to describe himself.
He was distracted, preoccupied, and confused as he wiped Lin Bozhou’s body. It was probably because he was half-squatting by his side, so there was a height gap. He suddenly felt the back of his head being gently clasped by a pair of hands.
When the back of his head was held, out of the self-consciousness of reading so many years of porn text, Meng Huan suddenly had a sense of crisis, and his spine suddenly stiffened like death.
Lin Bozhou laughed softly and spoke with a breathy tone. “When this husband saw the spring paintings, he seemed to see a page with a posture similar to this.”
“……”
Not sure what it was called in ancient times.
It’s called blowjobs now.
Meng Huan stiffened and looked at him, afraid he would press himself up when he exerted strength.
Lin Bozhou’s hand loosened slowly, seemingly smiling but not smiling. “Let’s try it later, okay, Huan Huan?”
Meng Huan really did not know what to say.
It just felt that this man…… seemed to really treat him as the other half of the bed.
Besides…… it was so big. It shouldn’t be easy to take, right?
“………………”
This thought of how to take it in was already bizarre!
Meng Huan continued to mutter in his head as he finally put on new pants, washed his hands, and returned to bed.
He just wanted to say, “I’ll go back first!”
Outside the door, Eunuch You Jin came up with medicine and porridge. He placed the items on the side table and said, “Your Highness, it’s time to drink the medicine.”
Lin Bozhou paused, and his eyes slightly darkened.
A wan mood instantly surged up between his eyebrows, seemingly very unhappy.
Meng Huan stood in place and froze for a moment before remembering with hindsight that Lin Bozhou had taken too much medicine for his eye disease so far, causing him to think that doctors were useless. He was very rebellious about drinking medicine.
So now……
He should be being rebellious again.
