Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1525

Emperor Mingde approached Tang Chujun and asked, "What can I do?"

Tang Chujun lowered his head and dared not look at him, "Just go back to the princess's mansion and rest."

Emperor Mingde smiled and said, "I can't rest."

Tang Chujun's face turned even redder. "Then you serve the porridge, and I'll go inside to help."

Emperor Mingde responded, "Okay."

Tang Chujun turned around and left, and soon came out with a large basket of steamed buns.

In the steaming heat, she looked like a fairy in his eyes.

Eunuch Qi also had tears in his eyes. Oh my god, how could this be the noble lady from the capital? How could this be the delicate sweetheart of his master?

Emperor Mingde looked at Tang Chujun's haggard face, cracked lips, red nose from the cold, and even his rough skin.

He just felt sad, but couldn't help thinking that this was the best-looking Tang Chujun he had ever seen.

I felt that she had lost weight. Her pale face used to be round, but now it was so thin that her chin was pointed.

Emperor Mingde had not agreed to Cen Yuan bringing all the women and children to Chang'an County earlier. But his words were useless, and none of them were willing to return to the capital.

Cen Yuan also wrote back, saying that he had the ability to protect these people. Only by letting Mr. Chu Sheng understand the suffering of the people can he write better articles.

Emperor Mingde agreed with this point.

Judging from the articles Mr. Chu Sheng wrote earlier, they were still very sentimental, mostly about romance and love affairs. The laziness and luxury engraved in the bones of the noble ladies in Beijing permeated between the lines.

The beauty of writing at that time reached its peak. Even the great scholar Huang Wanqian often said that Huang Xingyue's affectation could not match that of Mr. Chu Sheng.

Yet, I always feel like something is missing.

Emperor Mingde knew that something was missing, which was the "meaningful words" he mentioned to her in the letter.

The biggest change in Mr. Chu Sheng this year is that he speaks with substance. Traveling thousands of miles is like reading thousands of books, and all kinds of human life are captured in the ink.

This has made Chu Sheng's new poetry style so popular. Her plain and simple poems are like talking, but they are fascinating.

Mr. Chu Sheng is known as the father of Northern Wing New Poetry, and everyone thought he was a man.

"Don't just stand there and watch, get to work!" Tang Chujun became annoyed and angry when he saw Emperor Mingde staring at his face.

Oh, what's so good about this dirty look?

"Oh." Emperor Mingde smiled and obediently distributed the porridge. But her coquettish look, like that of a young girl, could not be dispelled from his mind.

He was thinking, in the face of the disaster, his mind was full of love, how could he be worthy of the dragon throne, how could he be worthy of the dragon robe?

He lowered his eyebrows and scooped porridge for the people. He occasionally asked about the people's family situations, and his excitement gradually subsided.

There were not enough people to handle the work. The food was always delivered over there but not cooked over here. Tang Chujun thought he needed to add another pot.

She also went into the house to add firewood with an indescribable feeling, then washed her hands and helped make steamed buns.

Whenever she thought about that man busy outside, her heart started beating like a deer.

Tang Chujun's technique of making steamed buns has become very skilled, and it is obvious that he has been helping out over the past few days.

Seeing this, Yu Sujun handed the task of preparing steamed buns and medicinal juice to Eunuch Qi and went to help as well.

It took about another hour before the trip was finally completed.