Two or three days passed like this, Zhao Hongrun went out of the palace every day to visit Miss Su at a waterside pavilion, for no other reason than to try every means to get her to drink.
Because of Miss Su, who was not good at drinking, not only did the way she drank made Zhao Hongrun happy, her eyes were as soft as water and her cheeks were as red as rouge when she was drunk, which made Zhao Hongrun secretly exclaim that she was unparalleled in beauty.
Miss Su also felt at a loss about this, because no matter what method she came up with, it seemed that she could not defeat this young master who was only fourteen years old. His intelligence surprised her.
It is worth mentioning that these days, Zhao Hongrun secretly took away the calligraphy treasures of his Sixth Emperor brother Zhao Hongzhao, sold them at a low price in a rare shop on the street, and gave all the money he got to Miss Su. He originally hoped that she would use it.
This money redeemed himself.
Unexpectedly, when he mentioned this matter, this girl Su returned the money that Zhao Hongrun had given her a few days ago intact.
"More than two thousand taels is not a small amount. Mr. Jiang secretly gave it to the slave family. If the master's family finds out, what will they do?... The slave family has some savings, so it shouldn't be a problem to deal with the management in the building. So, please master, please
Take it back."
"Why don't you save up to redeem yourself?" Zhao Hongrun asked puzzledly.
Miss Su glanced at him faintly, shook her head and said: "Young master wants to help the slave family, and the slave family accepts this intention, but... even if he redeems himself, the slave family has no relatives in this capital, and is alone.
Where can a waterside pavilion go?"
Zhao Hongrun remained silent. He couldn't help Miss Su on this point.
Give her a home?
Easier said than done!
Although he had made up his mind to fight to the end in the future, he also understood that as a prince, he did not have the right to make free choices in marriage.
All his married brothers ended up marrying the daughters of important officials in the court, whether they wanted to or not. And the princesses who had already left the cabinet were also victims of marriage, either marrying the children of generals who held military power, or marrying to other people.
country.
Children in the imperial family never had the possibility of free marriage.
"Then keep it for self-defense. I will never get back what I sent out." Zhao Hongrun had already found the invisible big benefactor Zhao Hongzhao, the Sixth Emperor's brother, and Zhao Hongrun no longer cared about the money.
Miss Su returned it several times, but when Zhao Hongrun refused to accept it, she had no choice but to accept it again.
She thought to herself that although the direction of her obsession was quite strange, it was undeniable that Mr. Jiang was quite obsessed with him. She might come to see him every day in the future, so she would keep the money to prepare some delicious food for him.
The dishes are ready.
Having said that, Miss Su became more and more curious about Mr. Jiang.
To say that he is quite obsessed with her, he leaves on time every evening, unlike some men with ulterior motives who want to stay here all night; but to say that he is not obsessed with her, he leaves every day these days
He came to him and asked her to drink with him, saying that he liked to see how she looked when she was drunk.
"Could it be that he's a kid from a rich family with a very strict upbringing? He ran away secretly?"
Looking at Zhao Hongrun, Shen Yu and other three Zongwei's ordinary people's clothes that had hardly changed, and thinking of the "rule" that he must leave before dusk every day, Miss Su secretly guessed in her heart.
If the age gap is ignored, Miss Su is still very satisfied with Mr. Jiang. After all, he is far more talented and knowledgeable than him, and his family background should be good, so he should be able to redeem her life.
It's a pity that there is a big age difference between them. He is fourteen and she is twenty, which is a full six years difference.
The huge age gap made her think of Zhao Hongrun as a close brother without any thought, although this little brother always tried to tease her in different ways, luring her to drink until she was drunk.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
Outside the room, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" the little girl Lu'er shouted.
Later, a greeting from a turtle slave came from outside the door: "Sorry to bother Miss Su. There is a young man named Luo who wants to see Miss Su."
Miss Su was slightly startled. Because she had been accompanying Zhao Hongrun these past few days, she did not set the topic as before. Unexpectedly, there were still people coming here.
After thinking for a while, she politely declined: "There are distinguished guests here, so it's inconvenient. I hope Mr. Luo will take care of himself."
"Yes, I will reply to that young master right away." Turtle slave thumped and ran downstairs.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun asked curiously: "Is it okay to refuse?"
Miss Su smiled and explained: "This waterside pavilion treats the women of the slave family quite well. As long as you pay some money and goods every day, they don't care whether you treat guests or not..."
"That's not bad." Zhao Hongrun nodded, thinking that if he gave her some money from time to time, he wouldn't have to worry about her having to receive guests that she was unwilling to receive because of her tight financial situation.
But at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs outside the private room, and then, Cui Xiaoxuan's door was pushed open.
"Distinguished guest? I would like to meet you, who is this distinguished guest?"
Along with a sneer, a man in bright clothes broke into the room and glanced around the room with an unkind expression.
I saw that this man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his appearance was quite upright, but he always had an arrogant look on his face, as if everyone in the world had to listen to him.
Behind him, several house slaves and guards arrogantly stopped a turtle slave with a look of embarrassment on his face. It seemed that the turtle slave wanted to stop Mr. Luo, but failed.
"..." Zhao Hongrun frowned unconsciously and asked Miss Su in a low voice: "Do you know her?"
Miss Su shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not recognize this person.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun had no scruples anymore, and was about to signal Shen Yu and the others to drive them away, when he saw the little girl Lu'er jumping out first, pointing at Mr. Luo and angrily saying: "What's wrong with you? This is our fault.
Why are you barging in so rashly to the young lady’s boudoir? Do you know the etiquette?”
Unexpectedly, Mr. Luo ignored her at all and pushed her aside. Lu'er angrily wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Mr. Luo's slave guards.
At this time, Mr. Luo had already noticed Miss Su who was drinking with Zhao Hongrun. Her drunk and beautiful appearance immediately made Mr. Luo's eyes brighten.
"This must be Miss Su, she is indeed... beautiful and fragrant, tsk tsk."
"..."
Noticing the other party's eyes, Miss Su's eyes flashed with disgust. After all, Mr. Luo's eyes were completely different from those of Zhao Hongrun, full of lust.
Just when she couldn't help but want to ask Mr. Luo to leave, Zhao Hongrun suddenly raised his hand to stop her, got in front of her, and said lightly: "Hey, Mr. Luo, everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis, right?... Miss Su is not free these days, please find someone else."
Miss Su was stunned for a moment, but then she suddenly realized that Mr. Jiang must have been worried that her opening her mouth would arouse the enemy's hostility towards her, so he spoke before her.
This carefulness made Miss Su feel a little warm.
"Dear guest? Is that you?" Mr. Luo glanced up and down at Zhao Hongrun. When he saw that he was a teenager dressed as an ordinary person, he burst out laughing: "Young boy, you can also drink flower wine like others. Looking for a woman to accompany you?...Boy, for the sake of this girl, I will not argue with you and leave as soon as possible."
As he said that, he saw Zhao Hongrun sitting with no intention of getting up. He frowned and walked towards Zhao Hongrun as if he wanted to pick him up and throw him outside the house.
But before he could take a few steps, an arm was placed on his shoulder.
"You are the one who should leave!" With a cold snort, Shen Yu pinched Mr. Luo's shoulder and squeezed it with a little force, causing him to scream in pain.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Seeing that their young master had suffered a loss, Mr. Luo's slave guards rushed forward with ferocious looks on their faces, and without saying a word, they waved their fists at Shen Yu.
It's a pity that their opponents are Shen Yu, Mu Qing, and Lu Mu. They are Zongwei who have been carefully taught martial arts by the Zongfu. If they can't even deal with them, how can they take on the important task of protecting the prince?
Not surprisingly, this group of people were easily knocked down by Shen Yu, Mu Qing, and Lu Mu, and they were all knocked down with three punches and two kicks.
"You...you dare to openly commit murder?!"
Seeing that the servant guards accompanying him were knocked to the ground by three men dressed as ordinary people, Mr. Luo became a little panicked and shouted anxiously: "I am Luo Rong, and my father is Luo Wenzhong, the left minister of the imperial court." , you dare to hit me?"
"Ah...here comes the classic line "My father is so-and-so"..."
Zhao Hongrun shook his head speechlessly.
But the face of Miss Su he was facing changed slightly.
It's no wonder, after all, the title of "Left Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs" is quite intimidating to ordinary people.
But for Zhao Hongrun, he knew who it was?
Do you want to compete with your father and outdo him?
It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Zhao Hongrun reveals his identity, not to mention Mr. Luo, even his father, who is the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, will have to kneel down in panic and beg for mercy. After all, Zhao Hongrun's father is the emperor of the Wei Dynasty.
But the problem is that if you tell your true identity in a place like this, once it reaches the ears of the clan, you will be imprisoned, and even Zhao Hongrun will not be spared.
Just think about it, if a dignified prince is jealous of others in Fireworks Willow Lane and has lost the face of the royal family, how can the people of the clan let him off easily?
"How can we tell this guy to get out of here without revealing his identity?"
Zhao Hongrun thought.
Shen Yu, Mu Qing, and Lu Mu were waiting for Zhao Hongrun's attitude. As long as His Highness said he would beat him up, they would not care whose son this boy was.