"Note: There's nothing to fight about, not all of them are heroines, and it's possible that they're just characters who drive the plot."

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"Out of the ...... Palace?'

Looking at Zhao Hongrun's serious expression, Princess Yulong's heart fluttered.

Think about it, for the princes and princesses who have lived in the deep palace for a long time, it is extremely tempting to be able to take a look at the scene outside the palace one day, not to mention that today is the Duanyang Festival, and the excitement in the city is far from being comparable to usual.

can think of the consequences once the deeds are revealed, Princess Yulong couldn't help but show a little hesitation on her face.

After all, she is just a princess, and she seems to have a noble status in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, the princess is just a high-end marriage, and her status is far inferior to that of Zhao Hongrun, the princes.

What's more, she is not a favored princess yet, what if her deeds are revealed?

"I ...... I'd better go back to Yuqiong Pavilion......"

Thinking of the consequences, Princess Yulong still flinched.

However, Zhao Hongrun's hand holding her jade wrist did not let go at all: "Sister Huang, which one do you regret more than you regret for something you have done, or regret for something you want to do but didn't do?" ”

"......" Princess Yulong was slightly moved, but judging from her expression, she was still struggling.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun had no choice but to persuade him, because he felt that this imperial sister had lived in the deep palace for a long time and was obviously really stuffy, and she had to suffer from depression in the long run.

Under the temptation of Zhao Hongrun, Princess Yulong finally couldn't hold back her yearning for the world outside the palace, and finally nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun brought this imperial sister back to his Wenzhao Pavilion first, after all, the clothes on Princess Yulong's body at the moment could not get out of the palace door.

In order to cover people's eyes, Zhao Hongrun instructed the guards to cover on his behalf, and took away the guards on duty outside the Wenzhao Pavilion Hall under various pretexts, and also temporarily dismissed the little eunuchs in the palace.

"Let's change this body."

Zhao Hongrun pulled Princess Yulong into Wenzhao Pavilion, took out his own clothes from the wardrobe of the inner hall dormitory, and asked the latter to change into them.

Looking at the men's brocade dress in her hand, Princess Yulong's pretty face was slightly red.

In her opinion, even though the clothes belonged to her half-brother, it was still a great shame to wear them close to her body.

Fortunately, Zhao Hongrun noticed the imperial sister's shy expression in a timely manner, forcibly swallowed the indecent behavior of spitting, and explained: "Don't worry, the imperial sister, although these clothes are mine, they haven't been worn yet, so the imperial sister doesn't have to care." ”

"I ...... I'm not disgusted with ......."

"I understand, let's go change it."

"Hmm." Princess Yulong blushed and held Zhao Hongrun's new clothes, ran to the screen of the dormitory, and endured shyness to change clothes in the dormitory that did not belong to her.

Listening to the slight rustling sound, Zhao Hongrun's heart was as uncomfortable as a cat's claw.

His eyes stole uncontrollably towards the screen.

Unexpectedly, the lamp and candle behind the screen actually imprinted the shadow of Princess Yulong when she changed her clothes on the screen.

Looking at the slender and graceful shadow who took off his clothes one by one, and then slowly raised his slender legs to put on his shirt and pants, Zhao Hongrun shamefully found that he actually had a physiological reaction.

He quickly turned his head and said something in his mouth.

"That's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's my sister, that's ......"

I don't know how many times I was content to read it, and the inexplicable commotion in his heart gradually subsided.

At this time, Princess Yulong had already changed her clothes and walked out from behind the screen with a red face.

"Okay?"

"Hmmm......"

Hearing the response, Zhao Hongrun glanced back and couldn't help but light up his eyes.

If it is said that the clothes that Princess Yulong wore just now show that she is exceptionally pure and elegant, then now that she has changed into Zhao Hongrun's clothes, she is a handsome son, but there is still a bit of feminine beauty between her eyebrows, and her words and deeds are also biased towards her daughter's posture.

"How?" Princess Yulong turned around in front of Zhao Hongrun and asked with a little excitement and shyness.

"Well, it's a sissy......

"Okay." Zhao Hongrun gave her a thumbs up, and at the same time did not forget to remind her: "Sister Huang, look at me." ”

Princess Yulong looked at Zhao Hongrun suspiciously, but saw Zhao Hongrun put away the smile on his face, shook his sleeves with both hands, and walked a few steps in front of her like a dragon behind his back.

Immediately, Zhao Hongrun pinched some sleeves in his right hand and hung them in front of him, and with his left hand, he carried it with one hand, and made a few movements to look around.

Princess Yulong is also a smart person, and immediately realized that this royal brother was teaching her the proper manners and momentum of a man, and she also learned it decently, but unfortunately she only resembled it and did not look like it at all.

"Can't you?"

Seeing Zhao Hongrun frowning and shaking her head, Princess Yulong was a little disappointed, after all, she thought she was very good at learning.

Zhao Hongrun taught a few more times, and seeing that she still couldn't take off her daughter's posture, she simply stopped forcing it.

"When I go out of the palace gate, the imperial sister will try not to show her feet."

"Uh-huh."

After the instructions, Zhao Hongrun summoned his own Zongwei, and saw that his ten Zongwei had already changed into the clothes of ordinary people.

Because of Luo Rong's experience, this time Shen Yu and the other ten Zongwei did not dress up as ordinary people, but dressed as the followers of the rich boy, all of them were wearing brocade clothes inlaid with silver threads, and they were mighty.

Because when leaving the palace, it was necessary to let Princess Yulong pretend to be one of Zhao Hongrun's Zongwei, therefore, ten Zongwei guessed the people who decided to stay in Wenzhao Pavilion.

The kind of recruit is as his name suggests, but unfortunately he is recruited, which can't help but make him hate his name.

At this time, the guards outside the Wenzhao Pavilion had been temporarily separated, so Zhao Hongrun didn't worry about anything, and pulled Princess Yulong out of the palace and went straight to the palace gate.

At this time, the palace gate had already been closed, and seeing Zhao Hongrun and his party coming mightily, the commander of the Praetorian Guard guarding the palace gate immediately led several guards to greet him.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard wanted to scold, but when he saw from a distance, it was Zhao Hongrun, the eighth prince, and he immediately swallowed the words of reprimand.

Who doesn't know that this Eighth Prince is not only a ruthless character who is not easy to mess with, but also favored by the Son of Heaven.

"Jin Ju knocks on the Eighth Highness."

The commander of the Praetorian Guard clasped his hands into fists and knocked on one knee to the ground, making a military attaché salute.

"Commander Jin, please get up." Zhao Hongrun raised his hand and asked.

Jin Ju, the commander of the Praetorian Guards, got up at this time, glanced at the faces of Zhao Hongrun and the familiar sect guards behind him, and didn't look closely, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness is leaving the palace?" ”

He knew that Zhao Hongrun had a token of free access to the palace in his hand.

"Yes, please ask Commander Jin to help me open the palace gate."

Jin Ju hesitated when he heard this, and said with a face full of embarrassment: "But at this time, the palace has been closed and the door has been locked......

"There are exceptions to everything." Zhao Hongrun took the initiative to grab Jin Ju's neck and said in a low voice: "Today is the Duanyang Festival, the city is so lively, why don't I go to join in the fun?" …… I believe that even if it is my father today, he will turn a blind eye. ”

Jin Ju thought about it for a while, and felt that Zhao Hongrun's words really made some sense: "But Your Highness, even so, I still have to report this matter later." …… Forgiveness. ”

"This is the duty of Commander Jin, how can I be surprised? …… Lv Mu. Zhao Hongrun glanced at Zong Wei Lu Mu.

Lu Mu understood, stepped forward and approached Jin Ju, and quietly stuffed Jin Ju with a few ingots of silver: "Little meaning, add a pot of wine to the brothers after changing their guards." ”

"Thank you, thank you." Jin Ju didn't dare to accept other people's money, but the prince's reward, there was no problem.

What's more, it is the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun and his Zongwei, familiar faces who often enter and leave the palace.

"Open the door." Jin Ju instructed the guards on the left and right.

"Boom—"

The palace gate opened slightly, which was enough for Zhao Hongrun and others to walk out of the palace gate in turn.

Seeing this, Jin Ju immediately ordered someone to close the palace door again.

Seeing that his own commander didn't seem to plan to report the matter immediately, a janitorial guard couldn't help but ask, "Commander, don't you report the matter of His Royal Highness leaving the palace immediately?" ”

"What's the hurry?" Jin Ju glared at the guard.

The so-called favor is embodied here, even if Jin Ju knows that the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun must be reported to leave the palace at night, he must delay it for a while, so that even if the Son of Heaven does not allow Zhao Hongrun to leave the palace and sends someone to chase him back, Zhao Hongrun can play outside the palace for a while, so as not to be called back immediately in a very disappointed manner.

However, it turned out that Jin Ju's concerns were unnecessary, because even if he reported the matter half an hour later, the Son of Heaven had no intention of chasing Zhao Hongrun back.

As Zhao Hongrun said, today is the Duanyang Festival, there are exceptions to everything, even the Son of Heaven knows that his son is absolutely impossible to stay in the palace.

It's just that the six princes Zhao Hongzhao suffered, but it is a pity that he is still waiting for Zhao Hongrun to participate in his poetry meeting in Yafeng Pavilion, who knows that Zhao Hongrun has long forgotten about this sixth emperor brother in order to secretly take his imperial sister Princess Yulong out of the palace and let her have a good time.

One side is the Six Emperor Brothers who play well, and the other side is the same existence as the first love, and the two are simply not comparable.

"Ah...... I hope that tomorrow the Six Emperor Brothers will not come to the door to ask the teacher for guilt, after all, the Six Emperor Brothers are sometimes quite black-bellied......

Standing at the intersection of Chaoyang Street, Zhao Hongrun smiled bitterly silently.

And beside him, Princess Yulong, who was dressed as a man, under the protection of Zhao Hongrun's nine guards, looked at the various small toys on the stalls along the street with a surprised face, or intoxicated to smell the fragrance coming from the pastry shop, or simply felt the freshness of being in a crowded street, and her delicate face like jade fat was filled with a sweet smile from the heart.

"Let's go, have a good time......"

Zhao Hongrun stretched out his right hand towards Princess Yulong.

"Hmm."

A white and tender hand caught Zhao Hongrun's palm.

Looking at the smile on her face, Zhao Hongrun's heart gushed out with an inexplicable sense of fulfillment for no reason.

"That's it! Even if the six emperor brothers come to the door tomorrow to ask the teacher...... It's worth it!'