This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

"What? Is this what you prepared for me? Isn't this the birthday of the goddess of the moon? " Yun ruoyue was surprised.

Mo Li said: "what is the birthday of the goddess of the moon? There is no such festival at all. It's made up by the Lord to coax you. Wang Ye, for your birthday, we've arranged it for a long time to make it this way. "

"Yes, yes, princess. We like it too. Do you like it?" Next to the Mo bamboo excited way.

Yun ruoyue looks at the lanterns all around again and the fireworks in the distance. She moves her eyes to Chu xuanchen. She sees that he is staring at her affectionately, and her face turns red.

"Husband, you have prepared all this for me. I am so moved and like it." Yun ruoyue said sincerely.

Chu xuanchen stretched out his hand and rubbed her head. "If I have the ability, I really want to give you all the best things in the world."

Then he took her hand and said with a smile, "let's go ahead and have a look. The lanterns there are more beautiful."

"Well, good."

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Soon, Chu xuanchen took Yun ruoyue to the busiest street in the light market.

Today's Lantern Festival is going to be held. He asked people to let the news out ahead of time. He wanted the people in the city to follow the crowd, so now the streets are full of happy pedestrians.

At this time, they saw a lot of students gathered in front of a bookstall. The students in cloth clothes were talking about poetry and painting in front of the bookstall. They were all full of vigor and vitality, representing the hope of the state of Chu. Chu xuanchen couldn't help but walk past.

But when he walked past, he heard their comments.

"His Highness the king of glass has been fighting for many years and is famous all over the world. This time, he saved the people in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a great achievement. You said, "what kind of poems can we make to praise him?"

"Of course, it must be a magnificent poem. Let's all think about it and write out the poems we think of to see who can do the best!"

"Yes, those who have made great contributions should bear in mind. I heard that many students in Jiangnan are scrambling to write poems for King Li. Not only that, but the common people should also make contributions to him, and the students in our imperial city should not lag behind. "

After these students finished speaking, the people beside him joined the army of praising Chu xuanchen. They all praised his achievements from the bottom of their hearts.

Chu xuanchen didn't expect that some students would write poems to praise him, and they all came from the heart and were all voluntary.

His heart overflowed with a touch, but at the same time, also overflowed with a thick crisis.

Seeing the students pondering, Chu xuanchen suddenly walked over and said, "are you writing poems for your royal highness King Li?"

"Of course, he successfully withstood the flood this time. In the past, he defended our country for us. Such a hero, of course, we should write poems to praise him." Learn from others.

"It seems that you like King Li very much?" Asked Chu xuanchen.

The students nodded and said, "that's nature. His royal highness King Li is the hero and pride of Chu! He loves his country and people. He is like a God coming down to earth. We all like him very much! "

"Do you really like him?" Chu xuanchen asked again.

"Of course, what do you mean? If we don't really like him, what are we doing here to write poems and praise him for? " Students are born with airway.

Chu xuanchen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were cold. "If you really like him, you can't praise him in this way."