Waiting for the seventh day of July, in order to fulfill his promise to his brother Hongzhao, the Sixth Emperor, Zhao Hongrun went to Yafeng Pavilion again to attend the poetry meeting. The scholars in the poetry meeting saw that today only he, Zhao Hongrun, came to the meeting alone, and there was no Yu.
Everyone who accompanied Princess Long felt a little disappointed.
And He Xinxian, who was sitting next to Zhao Hongrun, couldn't help but ask.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun simply explained that someone in the palace knew about Princess Yulong's return to the poetry festival, so it was not convenient for her to show up again.
"Does this mean that it will be difficult to come here again in the future?" He Xinxian asked with regret on his face.
"That's about it." Zhao Hongrun also sighed slightly. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, raised his head and glanced at He Xinxian, and teased: "Why, brother Xinxian seems to be very disappointed?"
"No..." He Xinxian suddenly panicked, waved his hands and said, "I just..."
"Just what?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a smirk.
He Xinxian smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.
At the Yafeng Poetry Club that day, I don't know if it was because Princess Yulong didn't attend the meeting. In short, the members of the poetry club were not very interested, and the atmosphere always seemed a bit dull.
It's not difficult for Zhao Hongrun to understand this. Thinking about it, after drinking with Miss Su, didn't he have no interest in drinking with Shen Yu and his gang of clan guards?
Same reason.
However, what surprised Zhao Hongrun was that when he and the Zongwei were preparing to return to Wenzhao Pavilion at dusk, He Xinxian also hurried out.
"Your Highness the Eighth." He Xinxian blushed and called Zhao Hongrun aside, and whispered: "Your Highness, can you do me a favor?"
Looking away at the awkward expression on He Xinxian's face, Zhao Hongrun looked down at the piece of paper in his hand, his expression a little weird: "What's the matter? Tell me."
I saw He Xinxian wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, wiping it again and again, squeezing it for a while, and then handed the piece of paper in front of Zhao Hongrun with a forced smile on his face.
Said: "Your Highness, can you help me forward this letter... forward..."
Seeing him struggling with the word "referral" and stammering for a while without getting any further words, Zhao Hongrun became a little impatient and said, "Report it to my imperial sister?"
"Yes." He Xinxian nodded subconsciously, but when he saw Zhao Hongrun's strange expression, he quickly waved his hand and explained: "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. I just heard that Princess Yulong was unable to attend the poetry meeting due to palace rules. I felt that
She may feel sorry, so
I will write down the poems that we wrote at today’s poetry meeting on the paper, hoping that this can make her feel a little relieved.” As he said that, he quickly spread out the square pieces of paper again.
Open it and hold it up in front of Zhao Hongrun, as if to verify his statement.
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the pieces of paper and found that it was exactly what Xinxian said.
No wonder this guy kept his head down and didn't know what he was writing. It turned out to be this...
Zhao Hongrun shook his head slightly and suddenly asked: "Brother Xinxian...has fallen in love with my imperial sister?"
He Xinxian was shocked when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands to explain, but at this moment, Zhao Hongrun said lightly: "Brother Xinxian, think about it carefully before you answer."
He Xinxian was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed Zhao Hongrun's expression.
Gritting his teeth, he replied cryptically: "I...don't dare to expect to reach higher..."
I don’t dare to hope for higher things... Do you mean you have this intention?
Zhao Hongrun felt a little funny in his heart.
Although it's funny, to be honest, his mood is also a bit complicated.
After all, he also has a special affection for Princess Yulong. Although this affection has gradually weakened due to their status, and is currently far inferior to that of Miss Su, who has had a physical relationship with him, but even so, Princess Yulong's status in Zhao Hongrun's heart is still quite special.
He Xinxian...the grandson of He Xiangxu in Zhongshu Ling, and the son of He Yu, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites...
Zhao Hongrun thought quietly.
If the person who sent the book was He Song and his ilk, he might have rejected it long ago, but the person who sent the book was He Xinxian, which made him think deeply.
It is undeniable that He Xinxian's family background is from a famous family in Daliang, Chendu. Four generations of his ancestors have been important ministers in the court. However, in He Xiangxu's generation, he was even more valued by the Emperor of Wei and was promoted to Zhongshu Ling, a dignified minister in the palace. .
Therefore, the background of the He family is enough to qualify the princess to marry.
As for He Xinxian himself, he was also a great scholar whose talent and learning were comparable to that of the Sixth Prince Zhao Hongzhao. At a young age, he ranked third in the New Science Examination High School. What was commendable was that this son was not willing to settle for third place, so he worked as an intermediary in the Imperial Academy. Shu Ling Shi endured it, while studying poetry and books to prepare for the exam three years later. He can be regarded as a young man with a tough mind.
Furthermore, He Xinxian was gentle, humble and kind. He was excellent in terms of moral character, literary talent and enterprising spirit. It must be said that he was a model of a noble son who received strict family education since childhood.
At least Zhao Hongrun found him more pleasing to the eye.
After considering half a stick of incense, Zhao Hongrun said with a bit of melancholy: "Give it to me, and I will forward it to Sister Yu on your behalf."
He Xinxian was very happy when he heard this and quickly bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
After taking the pieces of paper from He Xinxian and hiding them in his arms, Zhao Hongrun went to Yuqiong Pavilion on his own.
Since Zhao Hongrun told Princess Yulong about the advice given by the eunuch Tong Xian last month, the princess was so frightened that she did not even dare to step out of the Yuqiong Pavilion. She spent the whole day doing nothing but dazing in her bedroom. , just waiting hard for Zhao Hongrun to come to her bedroom to talk to her.
Listening to Zhao Hongrun talk about some new and interesting things is Princess Yulong's only pleasure.
No, as soon as Zhao Hongrun sat down at Yuqiong Pavilion today, Princess Yulong couldn't wait to ask about today's Yafeng Poetry Club. She wanted to know what those young scholars of her age were doing at the Yafeng Poetry Club today. What kind of things can you talk about, or what kind of beautiful poems can you write?
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun took out the paper that He Xinxian recorded the poetry meeting from his arms and handed it to Princess Yulong: "Sister Huang, please read it yourself."
"Huh?" Princess Yulong was stunned and looked at the words on the paper with great interest.
For a long time, she stared blankly at the name on the signature, and asked in surprise: "He Xinxian...could he be the gentleman who sat on the seat to your left last time, Hongrun?" Note: Last time at the Yafeng Poetry Club, From the perspective of the main seat, Zhao Hongrun's seat is on the left, and He Xinxian's seat is below him. From the perspective of Zhao Hongrun and Yulong, it is on the left.
"right."
"It's rare that he has such a heart..." Princess Yulong murmured to herself, seeming a little moved: "Hongrun, do you think I should write a reply to thank him?"
"Sister Huang, you can decide this matter yourself." Zhao Hongrun replied casually while drinking tea.
Under Zhao Hongrun's secret glance, Princess Yulong hesitated for a long time, and finally bit her lip and said: "Then... I'd better write a reply. Hongrun, can you help me forward it to him?"
It seems that the imperial sister has a good impression of He Xinxian...
Zhao Hongrun was slightly disappointed, breathed out slowly, nodded and said, "As long as you ask, I will help you."
"Then Hongrun, please wait for me for a moment."
Princess Yulong immediately asked Cui'er in the palace to get pen and ink, put the pen on the table and started writing a reply.
Zhao Hongrun resisted taking a peek, because with his gift of photographic memory, he could clearly memorize the entire content of the reply written by Princess Yulong with just a casual glance.
But this was immoral, so Zhao Hongrun simply stood up and walked around the front hall, looking around.
It didn't take long for Princess Yulong to write the reply, handed it to Zhao Hongrun and said, "Hongrun, do you think this is appropriate to write?"
Zhao Hongrun smiled, neither looking nor commenting, just folding the paper.
After all, there are some things that he already knows in his mind.
On the same day, Zhao Hongrun called Zongwei Gao Kuo out of the palace and sent Princess Yulong's reply to He Xinxian, the young master of He Mansion.
As he expected, He Xinxian wrote another letter and asked Gao Kuo to take it to the palace and deliver it to Princess Yulong.
Gao Kuo didn't dare to make his own decision, so he took him to Zhao Hongrun first.
"Go and send it off." Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and dismissed Gao Kuo. After all, he had already seen that He Xinxian had an admiration for Princess Yulong. He was not surprised that He Xinxian wrote another letter like this.
As the days passed, Zhao Hongrun seemed to begin to act as a messenger between Princess Yulong and He Xinxian, delivering letters to each other for them.
He didn't care about this, anyway, as long as Princess Yulong was happy, he felt it was worth it.
As the letters between the two became more and more frequent, Zhao Hongrun gradually became aware that Princess Yulong had obviously gradually shown a favorable impression of He Xinxian, or even more than a favorable impression.
Although he had already expected it, seeing Princess Yulong looking forward to He Xinxian's letters every day, he still felt a little awkward.
At this time, he would go out of the palace to have a private meeting with Miss Su, have a drink and chat a few words. Compared with Miss Su, she was the only woman with whom he had physical intimacy.
During this period, the eunuch Tong Xian did not know why, but he concealed the matter for Zhao Hongrun.
Until one day the Emperor of Wei asked.
"I heard from Concubine Shen Shu that Hongrun, that scoundrel, seems to be in a hurry when he goes to Ningxiang Palace recently. If I ask him, he won't tell me. Tong Xian, what has Hongrun been busy with recently?"
The great eunuch Tong Xian bowed and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince recently went out to have a private meeting with Miss Su at the Waterside Pavilion, and has nothing else to do."
"Hmph! That scoundrel knows about women." The Emperor of Wei snorted without comment and asked casually: "What about other times? You won't hang out in a waterside pavilion all day, right?"
"Other times...it's nothing."
"Nothing? Are you saying that the scoundrel has become more peaceful?" The Emperor of Wei turned back to look at Tong Xian in a funny way. Seeing his eyes twinkling, he suddenly became suspicious: "Tong Xian, are you hiding something from me?"
Tong Xian was shocked when he heard this, and he quickly knelt down and said, "Old slave, you must never dare!"
"..." The emperor took a deep look at Tong Xian, and suddenly called the young eunuch who was accompanying Tong Xian and asked: "What has the eighth prince Hongrun done recently? Has he caused any trouble?"
The young eunuch, who was also the eunuch of the chamberlain, knelt on the ground and reported: "Reporting to Your Majesty, just as Tong Jianzheng said, His Highness the Eighth Prince has been relatively peaceful recently. In addition to participating in the Sixth Prince's elegant poetry meeting, he also went to Jade Palace.
Qiong Ge was more diligent and did not cause any trouble."
"..." Tong Xian knelt on the ground and listened with cold sweat on his head.
"The bad boy didn't get into trouble? Haha, get up, Tong Xian, I'm just being suspicious." The emperor laughed a few times after hearing this.
Tong Xian knelt on the ground motionless, because he understood that the emperor would eventually react.
Sure enough, the Emperor of Wei picked up his pen and was about to write a few strokes in the chapter when he suddenly frowned: "Yuqiong Pavilion? Which of my sons lives in Yuqiong Pavilion?"
"Your Majesty, Yuqiong Pavilion is the sleeping pavilion of Princess Yulong." The young eunuch glanced at Tong Xian who was kneeling on the ground and could not get up, and replied softly.
"Yulon?"
The emperor murmured the name, his slightly confused eyes gradually turning a bit sullen.
"Bang--!"
The emperor's hand slapped the dragon case hard, causing Tong Xian to kneel on the ground and tremble all over.
"Tong Xian, you are so brave!"
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