At midnight, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and soon the rain became heavier and heavier.
In the Shili Pavilion on the official road in the southern suburb of Daliang, Chendu, the loyal Shen Yu and other seven clan guards stood in a row upwind of the pavilion, with their backs to the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun and Princess Yulong who were sitting at the stone table in the pavilion. , using their bodies to shield them from the cold wind at night.
"Is it raining?"
Princess Yulong held her fragrant chin in her hand, looking at the rain curtain outside the pavilion with her drunken eyes, as if muttering to herself, or asking Zhao Hongrun: "When did it start raining?"
"Who knows." Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly.
Princess Yulong tilted her head and looked outside the pavilion for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is Zishi... arrived?"
"It's over." Zhao Hongrun whispered, and quietly pushed the wine jar on the stone table away with his right hand, causing Princess Yulong's hand to reach for the wine jar to grab an empty one.
"What are you doing, Hongrun?" she shouted angrily.
"That's enough." Zhao Hongrun whispered: "Sister Huang, you have drunk enough."
Although the tone was light, there was no room for refutation.
He initially prepared it in the carriage, which was fruit wine that could be consumed as a drink, but the Zongwei later went to the inn in the field to buy it. It was warm rice wine. Although the alcohol content was not high, the taste was relatively sweet. But the stamina is very strong, and you often don’t feel anything when you drink it, but after a period of time, it will definitely make you drowsy for a long time, and even if it induces vomiting, it cannot relieve the hangover.
While waiting for He Xinxian, Zhao Hongrun and Princess Yulong not only drank the fruit wine he had prepared in advance, but also bought the rice wine for themselves to drink with the Zongwei. They also drank two jars of it, leaving the Zongwei helpless. You can drink wine, it's not embarrassing.
"What?" Princess Yulong looked at Zhao Hongrun with sleepy eyes. She was not as dignified as usual. She pointed at Zhao Hongrun and giggled: "He is obviously my younger brother, and he is even older than me. Xiao, but this tone... uh... it's like teaching a sister... Hey, Hongrun, I am... but your imperial sister, you have to listen... listen to me, give me the jar in your hand I."
Looking at her drunken appearance, Zhao Hongrun frowned and remained unmoved.
"Give it to me." Seeing that Zhao Hongrun was motionless, Princess Yulong stood up angrily, supporting the stone table with her left hand and reaching out to grab the wine jar in his hand.
Seeing his appearance, Zhao Hongrun felt angry, picked up the wine jar in his hand and threw it to the ground.
"bang"
The wine jar was smashed to the ground, and the rice wine flowed everywhere.
It was the first time for Princess Yulong to see the always amiable imperial brother angry. She couldn't help but show a bit of fear on her face, looking at Zhao Hongrun in disbelief.
Zhao Hongrun also realized his gaffe. Seeing that she was shaky when standing, he subconsciously reached out to help her.
Unexpectedly, Princess Yulong raised her hand and knocked off Zhao Hongrun's hand, and stumbled out of the pavilion into the rain curtain.
"Where are you going?"
Zhao Hongrun was shocked and quickly grabbed her sleeves and pulled her back from the rain.
Princess Yulong was obviously drunk and could not stand firmly. When Zhao Hongrun pulled her, she leaned forward and fell into the latter's arms.
"Let go, I'm going to ask him why he lied to me... He obviously promised, but then he broke the promise... Huh, hehe... It sounded so nice back then... It's funny that I still expected something from him. ...Looking back now, is he really willing to abandon his home and take me away?..."
"Sister Huang, you are drunk." Zhao Hongrun helped Princess Yulong upright.
"I'm not drunk, on the contrary I'm very sober... I really hate it. I hate being born in the palace. I hate being a princess... I hate that I have a mother who abandoned her husband and daughter, and I also hate that I have a child who has never been born.
A father who treats me like a daughter... What else do I have besides a worthless title of princess?... I have nothing, but even so, I must accept the fate of being a princess as a sacrifice for marriage...
"
Looking at her self-pity, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and couldn't help but persuade: "Don't you still have a younger brother like me, sister Huang?"
Princess Yulong was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and said with a complicated expression: "I hate you too, Hongrun."
"What? Hate me?" Zhao Hongrun asked in disbelief.
Princess Yulong laughed miserably and murmured: "Shouldn't I hate you?... During the Dragon Boat Festival, I was sitting alone by the pool. At that time, I had clearly been appointed and accepted this
It was unfair that God imposed on me, but you showed up and secretly took me away from the palace to experience the excitement outside the palace... It was you who opened the prison shackles of the palace and released me. I had obviously appointed you.
…”
"..." Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth, speechless.
"Why did you take me to the Yafeng Poetry Club? Why did you deliver a message for him?...Why did you give me the illusion that I could still stay in Daliang, or at least stay in the capital city where I was born and raised?
Won’t you be married off to a neighboring country thousands of miles away?”
"..."
Zhao Hongrun remained silent.
He remembered that when he took Princess Yulong to the Yafeng Poetry Recital organized by his brother Hongzhao, the Sixth Emperor, he never thought that He Xinxian would express his admiration for Princess Yulong at that poetry recital, and neither did Princess Yulong.
I am disgusted with He Xinxian, a handsome young scholar with outstanding literary talent.
Why did Zhao Hongrun think about it for so long when He Xinxian asked him to deliver a letter to Princess Yulong?
Because he knows that Princess Yulong has been locked up in a deep palace since she was a child, with almost no chance to contact the outside world. Whether it is He Xinxian, Li Xinxian or Zhang Xinxian, anyone who maintains correspondence with Princess Yulong for a certain period of time will be criticized by Princess Yulong.
He gradually fell in love with her. After all, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl who was not familiar with the world. She was in her youthful and ignorant age. As long as she devoted time and energy, anyone could fall in love with her.
But Zhao Hongrun couldn't because Princess Yulong was his half-sister.
As a result, Zhao Hongrun finally chose He Xinxian. He originally thought that this young scholar who valued love and righteousness could become Princess Yulong's ideal husband, but it turned out that his choice was wrong.
Perhaps in this era, no one except him, Zhao Hongrun, would take feelings so seriously.
Relying on others is definitely not a good idea...
Zhao Hongrun sighed secretly, feeling sincerely that his idea was still too idealistic after all.
"I'm sorry." Zhao Hongrun apologized in a low voice to Princess Yulong in front of him.
"No..." As soon as she said a word, Princess Yulong's face showed a look of pain: "Hongrun, my head hurts so much, it's getting more and more painful... I feel dizzy..."
As soon as Zhao Hongrun heard this, he knew it was the stamina of the wine. Looking at her uncomfortable look, he reproached with some distress: "I just told you to drink less... take a rest in the carriage?"
"Don't move, don't move... I'm dizzy..." Princess Yulong shook her head, feeling the world spinning in front of her eyes, and a strong sense of vomiting welling up in her stomach, and she finally suppressed it.
She put her hands on Zhao Hongrun's shoulders and shook her body left and right, as if she would fall down at any time.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun did not dare to move.
I don’t know how long it took, but Princess Yulong seemed to be feeling better. She looked at Zhao Hongrun in a daze and continued what she wanted to say: "Hongrun doesn’t need to apologize to me. It’s my fault... I’ve always been here.
It's only right to complain...I understand, Hongrun, how good you are to the emperor's sister..."
As she said that, she got a little closer to Zhao Hongrun, gently caressed Zhao Hongrun's face with her right hand, and whispered breathlessly: "Hongrun has been by my side from the beginning to the end... Sometimes I wonder, if you...
Or maybe I have someone who was not born in the palace... That would be great... But in this case, I'm afraid you won't come to enlighten me, right? Ha..."
As she said that, she didn't know what to think and kissed Zhao Hongrun gently on the lips.
…
Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a touch of warmth and softness on his lips.
He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and was a little lost for a moment.
But at this moment, the tenderness on her lips disappeared, and Princess Yulong was seen putting her hands on his shoulders, lowering her head, making a vomiting sound, and vomited all over him.
…
Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but subconsciously patted her back with his hand.
"Hongrun, I feel dizzy...I feel so uncomfortable..."
"Help... help the imperial sister to rest on the carriage." Zhao Hongrun ordered the clan guards with a dull expression.
The sect guards quickly stopped the carriage, helped Princess Yulong into the carriage with all their hands, let her lie down, and covered her with a quilt.
During this period, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but touch his lips lightly with his fingers. Immediately, he lowered his head and looked at the filth all over his body, shook his head and sighed.
"I told you to drink less. You ruined all my clothes..."
At this time, Zongwei Shen Yu got off the carriage and said to Zhao Hongrun, "Your Highness, the princess is fast asleep... Do you want someone to prepare some sobering tea? Otherwise, the princess will have a splitting headache when she wakes up from a hangover tomorrow.
…”
Next to them, the other clan guards nodded again and again. After all, they were drunkards who often suffered hangovers. They usually had no choice but to endure the drunkenness in the palace, but as long as they had the opportunity, they would probably get drunk. How could they care about the second one?
I wake up with a headache and no pain.
Therefore, these people are very experienced in hangovers.
"Let's wait until the rain stops...come here and have a drink with me first. You didn't have a chance to drink just now?"
The sect guards smiled and immediately came over and gathered around the stone table. After all, they knew that their highness was a drinker.
"Your Highness, He Xinxian's appointment has not yet arrived... What should I do with Princess Yulong?"
"What else can we do?" Zhao Hongrun drank a glass of wine and said seriously: "The only way for now is to have an honest meeting with the father... Anyway, I will not let the emperor marry far away from the Chu country."
"What if His Majesty grounds His Highness?" Shen Yu asked hesitantly.
"So, we need to hide the imperial sister first... If the emperor can't find her, there is no need to ground me... The problem lies with the Chu State's envoy team. I have to think of a way to make them retreat on their own...
"
Zhao Hongrun muttered to himself, thinking about it in his heart.
In fact, he did not need to think about the Chu envoy team, because in two days, Chendu Daliang would receive the news.
The Chu envoy team and the escorting Wei soldiers from Fenxing Fortress were all intercepted and killed near Yongqiu.
Nearly two hundred people, no one alive
ps: "Tsumabono Shogun" is back? This is simply... baffling. Is there anything illegal about my book? No, is it? I wonder if those who write romance will die in a big movie.