"Today...... Didn't that one come? ”

On the seventh day of the seventh month of July, in order to fulfill his promise to the Sixth Emperor Brother Hongzhao, Zhao Hongrun went to Yafeng Pavilion to go to the poetry meeting again, and the scholars in the poetry club felt a little disappointed when they saw that he was the only one Zhao Hongrun who came to the meeting alone, and was not accompanied by Princess Yulong.

And He Xinxian, who was sitting on Zhao Hongrun's side, couldn't help but ask.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun simply explained, roughly because Princess Yulong came back to the poetry meeting, and someone in the palace knew about it, so it was inconvenient to show up again.

"In other words, it will be difficult to come back in the future?" He Xinxian asked with regret on his face.

"That's pretty much it." Zhao Hongrun also sighed slightly. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, looked up at He Xinxian, and teased: "What, Brother Xinxian seems to be disappointed?" ”

"No ......" He Xinxian suddenly panicked, waved his hand again and again and said, "I'm just ......"

"Just what?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a wicked smile.

He Xinxian smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and stopped talking, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the Yafeng Poetry Club that day, I don't know if Princess Yulong didn't go to the meeting, in short, the members of the poetry club were not very interested, and the atmosphere always seemed a little dull.

Zhao Hongrun is not difficult to understand this, think about it, after he drank with Miss Su, didn't he have any interest in drinking with Shen Yu's group of guards?

It's the same thing.

However, to Zhao Hongrun's surprise, when he and the guards were about to return to Wenzhao Pavilion at dusk, He Xinxian also hurriedly followed.

"Your Highness." He Xinxian invited Zhao Hongrun aside with a red face, and whispered, "Can Your Highness do me a favor?" ”

Glancing at the embarrassed expression on He Xinxian's face, Zhao Hongrun looked down at the piece of paper in his hand again, and his expression couldn't help but be a little weird: "What's the matter?" Let's hear it. ”

I saw He Xinxian wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, wiping and wiping, twisting and pinching for a while, and then handed the piece of paper in his hand to Zhao Hongrun, with a reluctant smile on his face, and said, "Can Your Highness help me forward this letter...... Forwarded ......"

Seeing that he was entangled in the word "forward", and stammered for a while without seeing the following, Zhao Hongrun was a little impatient, and said, "Transfer it to my imperial sister?" ”

"Yes, yes." He Xinxian nodded subconsciously, but when he saw Zhao Hongrun's strange expression, he hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "Your Highness, don't misunderstand, I just heard that Princess Yulong couldn't come to the poetry meeting due to the rules of the palace, and I think she may feel regretful, so I wrote down the things and poems we exchanged at today's poetry meeting on paper, hoping that this can make her relieve her regrets." As he spoke, he hurriedly spread out the squarely folded pieces of paper again and held them in front of Zhao Hongrun, as if to verify his statement.

Zhao Hongrun glanced at the pieces of paper twice, and found that it was really what Xin Xian said.

"No wonder this guy keeps his head down and doesn't know what he's writing, it turns out that he's writing this......

Zhao Hongrun shook his head slightly, and suddenly asked, "Brother Xinxian...... Fall in love with my imperial sister? ”

He Xinxian was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain, but at this moment, Zhao Hongrun said lightly: "Brother Xinxian will answer after thinking clearly." ”

He Xinxian was stunned, and then he noticed Zhao Hongrun's expression.

Gritting his teeth, he replied cryptically, "I...... Don't dare to expect to climb high......"

"Don't dare to hope high...... Do you mean you have this in mind?'

Zhao Hongrun was a little funny in his heart.

In addition to being funny, to be honest, his mood is also a little complicated.

After all, he also has a special affection for Princess Yulong, although because of the relationship between the two identities, this relationship has gradually become weaker, and for now, it is far inferior to Miss Su, who has had a skin-to-skin relationship with him, but even so, Princess Yulong's status in Zhao Hongrun's heart is still quite special.

"Ho Xinxian...... The grandson of He Xiangxu of the Zhongshu Order, and the son of He Yu, the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites......

Zhao Hongrun thought quietly.

If it was He Song and the like who sent the book, I'm afraid he would have refused a long time ago, but the person who sent the book was He Xinxian, which made him ponder.

It is undeniable that He Xinxian's family background is the famous family of Chen Du Daliang, and the four generations of his ancestors are all important ministers in the court, and when it comes to He Xiangxu's generation, he is even more valued by Wei Tianzi, and he was promoted to the Zhongshu Order, and the minister of the court in the hall is hung down.

Therefore, the background of the He family is enough to make the princess marry.

And He Xinxian himself, that is also Liang Junjie, who is comparable to the sixth prince Zhao Hongzhao, was young and took the third place in the high school examination of the new science club, and it is commendable that this son is not willing to only win the third place, so while being a scholar in Hanlin Mansion, he is studying poetry and preparing for the exam after three years, and he can be regarded as a young man with a tough mind.

Moreover, He Xinxian is gentle, humble and kind, whether it is morality, literary brilliance or enterprising, he is excellent, and he has to be said to be a model of a noble son who has been strictly educated since he was a child.

At least Zhao Hongrun is still more pleasing to the eye.

After thinking about the work of half a pillar of incense, Zhao Hongrun said with a little melancholy: "Give it to me, I will forward it to the imperial sister for you." ”

He Xinxian was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

After taking the pieces of paper from He Xinxian's hand and hiding them in his arms, Zhao Hongrun went to Yuqiong Pavilion by himself.

Because Zhao Hongrun told Princess Yulong about the advice of the great eunuch Tong Xian last month, this imperial sister was so scared that she didn't even dare to step out of Yuqiong Pavilion these days, and in addition to being in a daze in the dormitory all day, she was waiting for Zhao Hongrun to come to her bedroom to talk to her.

Listening to Zhao Hongrun say some new and interesting things, this is already the only fun for Princess Yulong.

No, as soon as Zhao Hongrun sat down in 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 would talk about in the Yafeng Poetry Club today, or what kind of exquisite poems they made.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun took out the paper of He Xinxian's record of the poetry meeting from his arms and handed it to Princess Yulong: "Sister Huang, read it yourself." ”

"Huh?" Princess Yulong was stunned, and looked at the words on the paper curiously, looking at it with relish.

After a long time, she looked at the name on the payment in a little stunned, and asked in surprise: "He Xinxian...... Isn't that the gentleman who sat on the seat on your left side last time? "Note: Last time I went back to the Yafeng Poetry Club, from the perspective of the main seat, Zhao Hongrun's seat was on the left side, He Xinxian's seat was under him, and from the perspective of Zhao Hongrun and Yulong, it was on the left hand."

"Yes."

"It's rare for him to have this heart......" Princess Yulong muttered to herself, as if she was a little moved: "Hongrun, do you think I should write a reply to thank him?" ”

"This kind of thing, you can decide for yourself, sister." Zhao Hongrun drank tea and replied casually.

Under Zhao Hongrun's peeping eyes, Princess Yulong hesitated for a long time, and finally bit her lip and said, "That...... Then I'd better write a reply, Hongrun, can you help me pass it on to him? ”

"It seems that the imperial sister has a good impression of He Xinxian......

Zhao Hongrun was slightly stunned, slowly exhaled, nodded and said, "As long as you speak, I will help you." ”

"Then Hongrun, you wait for me for a moment."

Princess Yulong immediately instructed Cui'er in the palace to take pen and ink, and began to write a reply on the desk.

Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but peek, because with his talent for unforgettable, he could clearly record all the contents of the reply written by Princess Yulong as he glanced at it casually.

But this move was immoral, so Zhao Hongrun simply stood up and walked around the front hall and looked around.

It didn't take long for Princess Yulong to write the reply, handed it to Zhao Hongrun and said, "Hongrun, do you think it's appropriate to write like this?" ”

Zhao Hongrun smiled, neither looked at nor commented on anything, just folded the paper.

After all, there are some things that he already knows in his heart.

On the same day, Zhao Hongrun asked Zong Wei Gao Kuo to leave the palace and sent Princess Yulong's reply to He Xinxian, the son of He Mansion.

As he expected, He Xinxian wrote another letter and took it to the palace to hand it over to Princess Yulong.

Gao Kuo didn't dare to decide on his own, so he brought it to Zhao Hongrun's side first.

"Go and send it." Zhao Hongrun waved his hand and sent Gao Kuo away, after all, he had already seen that He Xinxian had a love for Princess Yulong, and he was not surprised that He Xinxian wrote another letter like this.

As the days passed, Zhao Hongrun began to act as a messenger between Princess Yulong and He Xinxian, passing letters to each other on their behalf.

He didn't care about this, anyway, as long as Princess Yulong was happy, he felt that it was worth it.

And as the letters between the two became more and more frequent, Zhao Hongrun was gradually able to perceive that Princess Yulong had obviously gradually reciprocated a good impression of He Xinxian, and even a good impression of the feelings.

Although he had already expected it in his heart, he still felt a little awkward when he saw Princess Yulong looking forward to He Xinxian's letters every day.

Whenever this time, he would go out of the palace to have a private meeting with Miss Su, drink and chat, and she was the woman who had a skin-to-skin relationship with Miss Su.

And during this period, the great eunuch Tong Xian didn't know what the reason was, and he was indeed hiding the matter for Zhao Hongrun.

Until one day, the emperor of Dawei asked.

"Listening to Concubine Shen Shu, Hongrun's inferior son went to Ningxiang Palace in a hurry recently, and he didn't say anything when he asked him, Tong Xian, what has Hongrun been busy with lately?"

The great eunuch Tong Xian bowed: "Back to Your Majesty, Your Highness Eighth has recently had a private meeting with Miss Su from the Water Pavilion who went out of the palace, and there is nothing else to do." ”

"Humph! But the son of a bad man knows women. The Great Wei Tianzi snorted noncommittally and asked nonchalantly, "What about other times?" You can't be in a waterfront all day, right? ”

"Other times...... It's nothing. ”

"Nothing? Are you saying that the son of a bad man has become peaceful? Da Wei Tianzi looked back at Tong Xian funny, and saw that his eyes flickered a little, and his heart suddenly became suspicious: "Tong Xian, do you have something to hide from me?" ”

Tong Xian was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "The old slave will never dare!" ”

"......" The Son of Heaven glanced at Tong Xian deeply, and suddenly called the little eunuch who was accompanying Tong Xian and asked, "What has the Eighth Prince Hongrun done recently?" Can there be trouble? ”

The little eunuch was also the eunuch of the inner eunuch, and when he heard this, he said: "Back to Your Majesty, as Tong Jian Zheng said, His Royal Highness the Eighth has been relatively peaceful recently, except for participating in the Yafeng Poetry Meeting of the Six Princes, he went to the Yuqiong Pavilion more diligently, and there was no trouble. ”

"......" Tong Xian knelt on the ground and listened in a cold sweat.

"That bad boy didn't get into trouble? Hehe, get up, Tong Xian, I'm suspicious. The Son of Heaven laughed a few times when he heard this.

Tong Xian knelt on the ground motionless, because he understood that the Son of Heaven would react eventually.

Sure enough, the Great Wei Tianzi was about to write a few strokes in the chapter fold, when he suddenly frowned: "Yuqiong Pavilion? Which of my sons lives in Yuqiong Pavilion? ”

"Back to Your Majesty, Yuqiong Pavilion is Princess Yulong's bedroom." The little eunuch glanced at Tong Xian, who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up, and replied softly.

"Yulong?"

The Son of Heaven muttered the name, and his slightly confused eyes gradually became a little gloomy.

"Bang ——!"

The Son of Heaven's hand slapped on the dragon case fiercely, and Tong Xian trembled on his knees on the ground in fright.

"Tong Xian, you are so bold!"

"PS: Hey, hey, ask for a change ticket to start ~ Say that this book has been on Sanjiang, ask for Sanjiang ticket ~ ask for a recommendation ticket ~ "

"P, Zhao Hongrun: The national war is coming, His Royal Highness is about to be crowned king, and you don't want to send the tickets in your hands quickly~ In addition, the author said that if there are many tickets, there will be an ambiguous plot, otherwise it will be passed by in one stroke......