"Note: There is nothing to argue about. Not all the characters who appear are female protagonists, and they may just be characters who promote the development of the plot."
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"Leave... the palace?"
Looking at Zhao Hongrun's serious expression, Princess Yulong's heart skipped a beat.
Thinking about it, for the princes and princesses who have lived in the palace for a long time, it is extremely tempting to take a look outside the palace one day. What's more, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the bustle in the city is far from normal.
But thinking of the consequences if her deeds were revealed, Princess Yulong couldn't help but show some hesitation on her face.
After all, she was just a princess, and she seemed to have a noble status to outsiders, but in fact, the princess was nothing more than a high-end marriage object, and her status was far inferior to that of princes like Zhao Hongrun.
What's more, she is not a favored princess. What if her deeds are exposed?
"I...I'd better go back to Yuqiong Pavilion..."
When she thought of the consequences, Princess Yulong still flinched.
However, Zhao Hongrun's hand holding her jade wrist did not loosen at all: "Sister Huang, regret for something you have done, or regret for something you wanted to do but didn't do, which one do you think is more important?"
Pity?"
"..." Princess Yulong was slightly moved, but judging from her expression, she was still struggling.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun had no choice but to persuade her, because he felt that the imperial sister was obviously really bored after living in the palace for a long time, and she would definitely suffer from depression in the long run.
Under Zhao Hongrun's seduction, Princess Yulong finally couldn't restrain her yearning for the world outside the palace, and finally nodded lightly.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun took the imperial sister back to his Wenzhao Pavilion first. After all, the clothes Princess Yulong was wearing at the moment could not leave the palace.
In order to deceive others, Zhao Hongrun ordered the imperial guards to cover for him, and used various excuses to take away the guards on duty outside Wenzhao Pavilion, and also temporarily dismissed the young eunuchs inside the palace.
"Let's change into this."
Zhao Hongrun took Princess Yulong into Wenzhao Pavilion, took out his clothes from the wardrobe in the inner hall, and asked the latter to change into them.
Looking at the men's brocade suit in her hand, Princess Yulong's pretty face turned slightly red.
In her opinion, even though these clothes belonged to her half-brother, it was still a very shameful thing to wear them close to her body.
Fortunately, Zhao Hongrun noticed the shy expression of the imperial sister in time, resisted the indecent behavior of swallowing, and explained: "Sister Huang, don't worry, although these clothes belong to me, they have not been worn yet, so you don't have to worry about it."
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"I...I don't dislike it..."
"I understand, go and change it quickly."
"Yes." Princess Yulong blushed, holding Zhao Hongrun's new clothes, and ran behind the screen in the dormitory, enduring the shyness to change clothes in a dormitory that did not belong to her.
Listening to the slight rustling sound, Zhao Hongrun felt as uncomfortable as a cat's claws scratching his heart.
His eyes secretly glanced at the screen uncontrollably.
Unexpectedly, the lights behind the screen cast the shadow of Princess Yulong on the screen when she was changing her clothes.
Looking at the graceful figure taking off his clothes one by one, and then slowly raising his slender legs to put on his clothes, Zhao Hongrun found shamefully that he had a physiological reaction.
He quickly turned his head and muttered something.
"That's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister
, That’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister, that’s my sister
, that’s my biological sister…”
He didn't know how many times he read it before the inexplicable turmoil in his heart gradually calmed down.
At this time, Princess Yulong had already changed her clothes and walked out from behind the screen with a blushing face.
"Are you ready?"
"Um……"
Hearing the response, Zhao Hongrun looked back and his eyes lit up.
If the clothes Princess Yulong wore just now made her look particularly pure and elegant, then now that she has put on Zhao Hongrun's clothes, she looks like a handsome young master, but there is still a bit of feminine beauty between her eyebrows.
, her words and deeds also tend to be like that of a daughter.
"How is it?" Princess Yulong walked around in front of Zhao Hongrun and asked with a bit of excitement and a bit of shyness.
"Hmm, quite girly..."
"It's okay." Zhao Hongrun gave her a thumbs up, but also reminded her: "Sister Huang, look at me."
Princess Yulong looked at Zhao Hongrun in confusion, but she saw Zhao Hongrun put away the smile on his face, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, put his hands behind his back, and walked a few steps in front of her like a dragon or a tiger.
Immediately, Zhao Hongrun held some sleeves with his right hand and hung them in front of him, put his left hand behind his back, and made a few gestures of looking around.
Princess Yulong is also a smart person. She immediately realized that this imperial brother was teaching her the manners and momentum a man should have, and she also learned it once, but it was a pity that it was only similar in appearance but not in spirit. Anyone who was interested would still know at a glance.
It's a woman disguised as a man.
"No way?"
Seeing Zhao Hongrun frowning and shaking his head, Princess Yulong was a little disappointed. After all, she thought she was good at studying.
Zhao Hongrun taught her a few more times, but seeing that she still couldn't take off her daughter's posture, he simply stopped forcing her.
"When you leave the palace later, please try not to show off your flaws."
"Uh-huh."
After giving instructions, Zhao Hongrun summoned his clan guards, and saw that his ten clan guards had already changed into ordinary people's clothes.
Because of Luo Rong's lesson, this time Shen Yu and the other ten Zongwei did not dress up as ordinary people, but as followers of the rich young master. They were all wearing brocade clothes with silver threads and looked very powerful.
Because Princess Yulong needed to pretend to be one of Zhao Hongrun's clan guards when she left the palace, the ten clan guards decided who would stay in Wenzhao Pavilion through guessing.
This kind of person attracts people just as his name suggests, but unfortunately he fell into the trap, which made him secretly hate his name.
At this time, the guards outside Wenzhao Pavilion had been temporarily dismissed, so Zhao Hongrun didn't worry about anything. He pulled Princess Yulong out of the palace and headed straight for the palace gate.
At this time, the palace gate was already closed. Seeing Zhao Hongrun and his entourage approaching in a mighty manner, the commander of the imperial guards guarding the palace gate immediately led several imperial guards to greet them.
The commander of the imperial guard wanted to scold him, but when he saw it was the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun from a distance, he immediately swallowed his scolding words.
Who doesn't know that this eighth prince is not only a ruthless character who is not easy to mess with, but is also favored by the emperor.
"Jin Ju came to see His Highness the Eighth Prince."
The commander of the imperial guard clasped his hands in his fists, knelt on the ground with one knee, and performed a military officer's salute.
"Commander Jin, please rise." Zhao Hongrun raised his hand and said.
Jin Ju, the commander of the imperial guards, stood up and glanced at the faces of Zhao Hongrun and the familiar clan guards behind him without taking a closer look. He asked in a low voice: "Your Highness is leaving the palace?"
He knew that Zhao Hongrun had a token in his hand that allowed him to enter and leave the palace freely.
"Yes, Commander Jin, please help me open the palace door."
Hearing this, Jin Ju hesitated for a moment and said with a troubled face: "But the palace has been closed and locked at this time..."
"There are exceptions to everything." Zhao Hongrun took the initiative to hold Jin Ju's neck and whispered: "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. The city is so lively, why don't I join in the fun?... I believe that even my father will be there today.
I will turn a blind eye."
Jin Ju thought for a while and felt that Zhao Hongrun's words really made some sense: "But Your Highness, even so, I will still have to report this matter later... I apologize."
"This is Commander Jin's duty, how can I be surprised?... Lu Mu." Zhao Hongrun glanced at Zongwei Lu Mu.
Lu Mu understood, walked up to Jin Ju and got close to him. He quietly handed Jin Ju a few ingots of silver in private: "It's a small thing, I'll add a bottle of wine to the brothers after they switch defenses."
"Thank you very much." Jin Ju didn't dare to accept other people's money, but there was no problem with the prince's reward.
What's more, there are familiar faces like the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun and his Zongwei who often come in and out of the palace.
"Open the door." Jin Ju ordered the guards on the left and right.
"Rumble--"
The palace door opened slightly, enough for Zhao Hongrun and others to walk out of the palace one after another.
Seeing this, Jin Ju immediately ordered people to close the palace door again.
Seeing that his commander did not seem to intend to report the matter immediately, a guard couldn't help but asked: "Commander, don't you report the matter of His Highness's departure from the palace immediately?"
"What's the rush?" Jin Ju glared at the guard.
The so-called favor is reflected here. Even if Jin Juming knew that the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun left the palace at night and had to report it, he still had to delay it for a while. In this way, even if the emperor did not allow Zhao Hongrun to leave the palace and sent people to chase him back, Zhao Hongrun
At least I can play outside the palace for a while without being called back immediately in a disappointing way.
However, the facts proved that Jin Ju's concerns were unnecessary, because even if he reported the matter half an hour later, the emperor had no intention of chasing Zhao Hongrun back.
As Zhao Hongrun said, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and everything has exceptions. Even the emperor knows that his son will definitely not stay in the palace.
It's just a pain for the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao. It's a pity that he is still waiting eagerly in Yafeng Pavilion for Zhao Hongrun to attend his poetry meeting. Who knows that Zhao Hongrun secretly took his sister Princess Yulong out of the palace and let her have a good time?
Wan, I have long forgotten about this Sixth Emperor Brother.
One is the Sixth Emperor Brother who plays well, and the other is an existence that is like first love. There is simply no comparison between the two.
"Ah... I hope Brother Sixth Emperor won't come to ask questions tomorrow. After all, Brother Sixth Emperor can be quite shady sometimes..."
Standing at the bustling intersection of Chaoyang Street, Zhao Hongrun smiled silently and bitterly to himself.
Beside him, Princess Yulong, who was disguised as a man, was protected by Zhao Hongrun's nine clan guards. She looked at the various small toys on the street stalls with surprise, or smelled them intoxicatedly.
The fragrant smell coming from the pastry shop, or the simple novelty of feeling the freshness of being on a crowded street with people coming and going, a sweet smile from the heart on the face as delicate as jade.
"Let's go and have some fun..."
Zhao Hongrun stretched out his right hand towards Princess Yulong.
"Um."
A white and tender hand touched Zhao Hongrun's palm.
Looking at the smile on her face, Zhao Hongrun felt an inexplicable sense of fulfillment in his heart.
"That's all! Even if Brother Six Emperors comes to ask questions tomorrow... it's still worth it!"