Zhao Hongrun stood quietly behind Princess Yulong, looking at her silently from the side and back about a foot away.
Yulong is the title of Princess Yulong in front of Zhao Hongrun, and even Zhao Hongrun doesn't know her real maiden name.
But it is undeniable that Princess Yulong has a special status in Zhao Hongrun's heart, well, a very bad special status.
The courtyard is very quiet.
The beauty is very quiet.
Zhao Hongrun's heart gradually calmed down.
There seemed to be a sense of tranquility and peace spreading throughout his whole body, making him feel very uncomfortable.
After standing for a long time, Zhao Hongrun couldn't bear to break the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, but if he was asked to turn around and leave quietly at this time, he would be unwilling to do so.
After struggling for a long time, Zhao Hongrun coughed lightly.
"cough."
"..." Princess Yulong, who seemed to be in a state of trance, turned her head when she heard the sound, looking at Zhao Hongrun quietly with a bit of puzzlement on her delicate and beautiful face.
Looking at that delicate face that had appeared in dreams many times, Zhao Hongrun felt guilty for no reason, and his heartbeat inevitably accelerated a little.
"Hi." He, who also lives in the deep palace, greeted her for the first time.
"..." Princess Yulong's face became more confused.
It is hard to imagine that Zhao Hongrun, who had no sense of restraint in front of Miss Su and was very popular, felt an inexplicable embarrassment at this moment, and his face felt uncontrollably hot.
"I...my name is Hongrun..." he introduced himself stammeringly.
Perhaps noticing the restraint on Zhao Hongrun's face, Princess Yulong smiled slightly, parted her red lips, and said softly: "I know... you are the most naughty prince Hongrun in the palace..."
"Uh..." Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Looking at Princess Yulong's sweet smile, he felt like he didn't know what to say for the first time.
"What do you want from me?" Princess Yulong asked softly.
Zhao Hongrun scratched his forehead in embarrassment and said humbly: "I just happened to pass by here and saw the imperial sister sitting here, so I came over to say hello."
"Oh." Princess Yulong showed a relieved expression.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but take a few steps closer to her and asked curiously: "Why is the emperor sitting here alone?"
After hearing this, Princess Yulong did not answer immediately. She curled up her legs, gently hugged her knees with her hands, rested her chin on them, and said quietly: "Wherever...aren't they all the same to me?"
Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that Xiao Shu'ai, the imperial sister's mother-in-law, had passed away more than ten years ago. Since then, she had lived alone in the empty Yuqiong Pavilion, with almost no one around.
Ask.
Yes, the status of the princesses in the Wei court was far inferior to that of the princes, especially princesses like Princess Yulong who had lost their mothers and concubines to rely on. They were just like duckweeds in the palace.
"Sister Huang, you seem very lonely?" Zhao Hongrun sat a little closer against the oval stone.
"..." Princess Yulong opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, as if she couldn't understand why this emperor's younger brother, who had never known each other before, was so close to him.
Zhao Hongrun noticed Princess Yulong's surprised expression, and immediately regretted that he couldn't help but want to get close to her just now, and quickly asked: "Uh, Sister Huang, you don't mind if I sit here too, right?"
Princess Yulong smiled slightly, moved her position slightly to the other side, and then tilted her head to look at Zhao Hongrun, as if making some room for him.
Zhao Hongrun calmly imitated the imperial sister and sat on the stone, but his heart was pounding.
He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, because he had only seen her from a distance a few times in the palace academy in the past, but he had never appreciated her beauty so close.
Looking at the unguarded look of intimacy in her eyes, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt.
Yes, Princess Yulong trusted him because he was her half-brother and allowed him to get close to her, but in his heart, his desire to get close to her was not pure.
Because in a real sense, the imperial sister in front of him is Zhao Hongrun's first love.
It's a bad, pretty bad feeling, but I can't control it.
"When did it start?"
With his hands on the stone, Zhao Hongrun looked up at the starry night sky, and the scene when he first noticed the imperial sister in front of him came to mind.
"The most evil thing about puberty..."
Zhao Hongrun laughed silently and bitterly.
Probably last year when he was thirteen years old, his uncontrollable physical development gradually matured, and he became increasingly intolerable to the environment where besides the tall and handsome Zong Wei and the handsome little eunuch around him, during those bad days,
he badly
He noticed the imperial sister in front of him. What's worse is that he also has a strong memory that is almost indelible, so that even if Zhao Hongrun never deliberately remembers her smiles, joys and sorrows in the palace school,
It was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Then, something worse happened.
One day, Zhao Hongrun dreamed of this imperial sister in his dream. When he got up in the morning, he found that the ruins were in a mess.
And this is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that through his unparalleled powerful memory, Zhao Hongrun can still clearly remember the things in his dreams, including what he imagined, the imperial sister's face is flushed.
The alluring look of shyness...
From then on, Zhao Hongrun stopped classes and did not dare to go to the palace to study anymore, because whenever he saw her, he would inevitably think of what happened in his dreams, and then have a physical reaction.
This is simply... simply the most painful torture!
Perhaps from then on, Zhao Hongrun gradually developed a bad feeling for this imperial sister.
It is undeniable that this Princess Yulong fits Zhao Hongrun's criteria for choosing a mate very well. She has a quiet and gentle temperament and black hair. Unfortunately, she is her half-sister.
"Why--"
He couldn't help but sigh again.
"..." Next to her, Princess Yulong looked at her brother who was behaving strangely in confusion.
To her, it seemed that this younger brother was here to chat with her, but who knew that he sat on the stone for a while and just sighed to himself, as if he had more worries in his heart than she did.
"The eighth prince seems to be very troubled?" Princess Yulong's name for Zhao Hongrun once again reflects that the status of the princess in the palace is far inferior to that of the prince.
"Sister Huang, please call me Hongrun... Everyone has troubles."
Princess Yulong hesitated for a moment, then tried to call Zhao Hongrun by his name: "Hongrun...is there something bothering you too? A talented prince like you..."
"Talented?" Zhao Hongrun said with a wry smile: "I have always been the most naughty prince."
"The most naughty prince... can he easily counter the accusations from the Crown Prince of the East Palace?" Princess Yulong blinked her eyes and said with a bit of mischief: "The Crown Prince has done a lot of harm to you this time... and so have you.
He was so ruthless that he directly dismantled Donggong’s team.”
"Who asked him to take a book written by his ancestors and lie about it as a book compiled by himself?" Zhao Hongrun lied without blushing.
"Really?...But why do I feel that you memorized that book all your life and then wrote it down silently to harm the Prince of the East Palace?" Princess Yulong said with a wink.
"How can I have such ability?" Zhao Hongrun denied.
Seeing that Zhao Hongrun refused to admit it, Princess Yulong didn't care. She just looked at him and sighed quietly, with a hint of envy and sadness on her face.
"What's wrong with the imperial sister?" Zhao Hongrun clearly captured Princess Yulong's moment of loss.
Princess Yulong shook her head.
It can be seen that even though there is a sibling relationship, she does not trust Zhao Hongrun unreservedly.
This feeling is just like how Zhao Hongrun once treated the other princes except his younger brother Hongxuan.
This kind of distant alienation made Zhao Hongrun feel a little uncomfortable.
After thinking about it, Zhao Hongrun said sincerely: "If Sister Huang has anything that's bothering you, you might as well tell me. Maybe it will make you feel better."
Princess Yulong looked at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, and said with a smile: "There is nothing so-called annoying, it's just... I just feel a little bored..."
"Boring? Just lonely, right?"
Princess Yulong ignored Zhao Hongrun's interruption, looked at the dark pool and said quietly: "Your deeds have spread throughout the palace... Sometimes I envy you and your wantonness in the palace, no matter how your father handles it,
Whether it is the Chui Gong Palace of government affairs or the harem, there is nothing you dare not break into or go to... My father is extraordinarily tolerant of you..."
"Tolerance? No?" Zhao Hongrun would never admit this.
"No?" Princess Yulong turned to look at Zhao Hongrun and said with a bitter smile: "You are not a daughter, and you have not lived in the pavilion for many years. You are not allowed to leave the pavilion unless there are special circumstances. How can you feel that your father cares about you?
What about your tolerance?...You are a prince, and even among princes, you are quite special..."
"..."
"You are only fourteen years old, and you can already go in and out of the palace freely and take a look at the scenery outside the palace... What are the people outside the palace like?... When you are fifteen, you will officially leave the palace and be crowned king.
Set up a mansion..." At this point, Princess Yulong's face was full of envy.
"Isn't the imperial sister only one year away from leaving the cabinet?" Zhao Hongrun remembered that the Princess Yulong in front of him was only one year older than him.
"..." Princess Yulong took a deep look at Zhao Hongrun, her beautiful eyes were unwavering, and she said calmly: "Do you really understand what it means when the princess leaves the palace?"
Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth and then closed it knowingly.
Yes, the prince leaving the cabinet means that he can enjoy freedom from now on, while the princess leaving the cabinet means that they will become political sacrifices, either marrying to another country or marrying the heir of an important official in the court, a pure marriage sacrifice.
"I...can still stay here for one year, and it's only one year..." She said quietly, and Princess Yulong slowly got off the oval stone, as if she was about to return to Yuqiong Pavilion where she lived.
At this moment, Zhao Hongrun, who was still sitting on the stone, reached out and grabbed the imperial sister's jade wrist.
"Do you want to go to the palace? ...Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the excitement in the city is far from what it is on ordinary days."
"..." Princess Yulong's red lips were slightly opened, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Zhao Hongrun in disbelief.
"As long as you want, I will take you out of the palace!"
Looking at that delicate face of shock, Zhao Hongrun promised in a low voice.