Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"What? You guys prepared this for me? Isn't this the birthday of Empress Luna?" Yun Ruoyue was surprised.

Mo Li said: "What is the birthday of the Moon Goddess? There is no such festival at all. It was made up by the prince to coax you. The prince took great pains to arrange for your birthday. We have been arranging it for a long time before we can arrange it like this."

"Yes, yes, princess, we like it too, do you like it?" Mo Zhu next to him said excitedly.

Yun Ruoyue took another look at the lanterns around and the fireworks in the distance, and shifted her gaze to Chu Xuanchen, seeing that he was staring at her affectionately, her face turned red all of a sudden.

"Husband, it turns out that you prepared all of this for me. I am so moved and like it." Yun Ruoyue said sincerely.

Chu Xuanchen reached out and rubbed her head, "If I have the ability, I really want to give you the best in the world."

As he said that, he took her hand and said with a smile: "Come on, let's go to the front and have a look, the lanterns there are more beautiful."

"okay."

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Soon, Chu Xuanchen brought Yun Ruoyue to the busiest street in Dengshi.

He asked someone to release the news in advance about the Lantern Festival going to be held today, hoping that the people in the whole city would follow along, so now the streets are crowded with happy pedestrians.

At this time, they saw a lot of students gathered in front of a bookstall. Those commoner students were writing poems and drawing pictures in front of the bookstand. Xuan Chen couldn't help but walked over.

Unexpectedly, when he walked over, he heard their discussions.

"His Royal Highness Li Wang has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he is famous all over the world. This time he saved the people in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has done a thousand things. Tell me, what kind of poems should we write to praise him?"

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

"Yes, those who have made merit should bear in mind that I heard that there are also many students in the south of the Yangtze River vying to write poems for King Li. Not only that, but the common people also have to set up monuments of merit and virtue for him, and our students in the imperial city must not be left behind."

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

Chu Xuanchen did not expect that some students would write poems to praise him, and they all came from the heart and were all voluntary.

There was a burst of emotion in his heart, but at the same time, a deep crisis also overflowed.

Seeing the students thinking hard, Chu Xuanchen suddenly walked over and said, "Are you composing poems for His Royal Highness King Li?"

"Of course, he successfully resisted the flood this time, and he defended our home and country for us in the past. He is such a hero. Of course, we should compose poems to praise him." The student said.

"It seems that you like King Li very much?" Chu Xuanchen asked.

The students nodded and said in unison: "That's natural, His Royal Highness Li Wang is the hero and pride of Chu State! He loves the country and the people, like a god descending from the earth, we all like him very much!"

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

"Of course, what do you mean by that? If we don't really like him, why are we writing poems here to praise him?" the student said angrily.

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