The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Since Wei Xingzhou had come, Emperor Mingde must have come as well.

He thought he would be able to see Tang Chujun in the princess's mansion as soon as he got off the carriage, but things did not go as he expected.

Upon asking, it turned out that Tang Chujun had been acting as his eyes and ears these days, helping him to see, hear and feel the sufferings of the people.

Tang Chujun returned to Chang'an County City with Xiyue Hongque on the second day after the earthquake. Apart from helping to look after Ye Baoer for a while, he wore men's clothes and followed the officials to walk around and check.

The officials didn't know who she was, they only knew that the princess respected her and the Minister of Revenue also protected her, so they didn't dare to neglect her.

She only said her last name was Chu.

Everyone called her Lady Chu.

Tang Chujun, a delicate girl from the inner chamber, managed to adapt to the environment in the earthquake ruins.

Lord Chu never complained or felt tired. He helped officials distribute porridge and warm clothes, helped the people save sick children, and corrected the arrogance and unreasonableness of dignitaries everywhere.

Wherever Lord Chu is, you can see the word "fairness". The seriously injured people can get treatment first, and the elderly and children can get care first.

In short, Lord Chu became famous. Everyone speculated that he might be an imperial envoy sent by the emperor.

Emperor Mingde didn't even have time to take a sip of tea before he went on a secret visit with Eunuch Qi to look for Lord Tang Chu.

In fact, he was in a very miserable state along the way.

For a long distance, he had to walk all the way on foot.

But he couldn't wait a moment and wanted to see her.

Especially when I heard that she was distributing porridge in the East Market, I couldn't stop.

With every step closer, my heart beat faster.

At the end of the long street, smoke rose from cooking fires and a long queue of disaster-stricken people was lined up.

The officials are short of manpower, so today Tang Chujun and Yu Sujun, together with Hongque Dongqi Xiyue, are responsible for distributing food in the East Market.

There is a shop that has not collapsed, which originally sold breakfast. Now it has been requisitioned by the government and used as a distribution point.

In addition to making porridge and steamed buns, Xiyue also brewed medicinal juice to dispel the cold and warm the stomach.

The wind is cold and the snow is flying.

Tang Chujun's voice was already hoarse, and there was no trace of the delicate and charming look that the woman once had. "Old man, take it. Come back tomorrow, we will continue to distribute food here."

The old man hunched his back and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Tang Chujun said, "Old man, we still have some cold-dispelling medicine here, would you like to drink some?"

The old man nodded and thanked him, then went over to take a bowl of medicine and drank it. He thanked him again and again before turning around and leaving.

Behind was an old woman holding a crying baby.

Tang Chujun took the old woman's bowl swiftly and even scooped out some more rice grains.

Yu Sujun wrapped the steamed bun in paper and put it in her arms.

Tang Chujun asked, "Where are the child's parents? Why didn't they come? Why did they ask you, an old man, to bring the child to get the porridge?"

The old woman replied with red eyes, "They were disobedient, disobedient, alas! They sneaked back home to sleep and were buried. Now my son is alive, but seriously injured. My daughter-in-law is dead... Alas!"

Tang Chujun scooped an extra ladle of porridge for the old woman and asked her to drink a bowl of medicine as usual. The child cried and refused to drink the bitter medicine.

Tang Chujun smiled and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. My dear child, you won't be cold after drinking it, and you won't cry if you are not cold."

The child actually stopped crying after hearing Tang Chujun's words. He was coaxed into drinking the medicine and pouted because it was so bitter.

Seeing that the old woman was too old to carry the child, Tang Chujun prepared to ask someone to give her a ride.

Just as he looked up, he called out, "Good man, are you free to take me there..."

The following words got stuck.

In the hazy flying snow, the good man stood as tall as a pine tree, with a smile on his face and eyes filled with unspeakable affection.

Tang Chujun's heart skipped a beat, and he suspected that he was hallucinating due to recent fatigue.

She blinked, and the man strode towards her, his ears red, and he restrained himself from looking her in the eye.

He just listened to her, took the child from the old man's arms, and whispered, "Old man, I'll take you back."

When Eunuch Qi saw his master's timid appearance like a teenager, he was delighted and quickly took the bowl of porridge and the paper-wrapped steamed bun from the old man.

The old woman felt relieved instantly. Her leg was injured, so she walked slowly and limped.

Emperor Mingde and Eunuch Qi stood there waiting for her.

When Emperor Mingde turned his head to wait for the old woman, he actually looked at Tang Chujun without missing a beat, and said in a serious tone, "I'll come over after I send the old lady back."

Tang Chujun was burned by that gaze and suddenly had the urge to crawl into the ground.

She was wearing men's clothes, and there were cracks on her hands and face. She was no longer the noble lady who used to live a life of luxury in the capital with a hot water bottle in her arms all day long.

Her lips were also dry and cracked, and the wind and frost made her eyes look cloudy.

Because she was busy, although she was not unkempt, she was still covered in dirt. In short, he saw her most embarrassing side.

Tang Chujun wanted to hide, but there was a queue behind him. Fortunately, Emperor Mingde turned around and left.

At this time, the pot was empty and the steamed buns were not yet cooked, so everyone waited patiently.

Yu Sujun looked at the tall figure and pulled Tang Chujun into the inner room to help with the fire and add firewood.

Listening to the sparks popping, she joked, "Don't panic, Sister Chu Jun. You look good no matter what you look like in his eyes."

Tang Chujun's face immediately turned red, and he said angrily, "Just do your job, why are you talking so much!"

Yu Sujun was talking but she didn't stop working. She smiled and said, "Only this gentleman is worthy of my sister Chujun."

"You still keep talking!" Tang Chujun felt more and more embarrassed, fearing that these words would be heard by the little girls, and then her image as an "old lady" would completely collapse.

Yu Sujun couldn't stop talking and sighed, "You divorced earlier, and I thought that there is no one in the world who can match a fairy-like person like you. If it really doesn't work out, just live alone, so that I can come and rely on you anytime."

Tang Chujun blushed and poked her forehead with his hand, "You can always rely on me."

Yu Sujun shook her head, "If it's this gentleman, I think it's great. At least..." She smiled slyly, "If you want to ask him to protect the people, just ask him directly. There's no need to burn incense...hahahahaha..."

Tang Chujun was so angry that he laughed. Thinking of how he used to pray to Emperor Mingde for protection whenever he had the chance, he couldn't help but glare at her with a smile and walked out with the cooked porridge.

It just so happened that Emperor Mingde also returned with Eunuch Qi.

Tang Chujun paused and met the gaze of Emperor Mingde.

The two of them looked at each other.

The blush and smile on her face had not yet faded, and the smile on his face seemed to extend all the way between his eyebrows.

When we met again in such a situation, I couldn't even say a word of greeting.

She wanted to ask, with the strong wind, heavy snow and earthquake, why did you, the emperor, come here? What if something goes wrong?

He wanted to ask, Chu Jun, are you okay? Are you injured?

But no one asked.

Thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Mr. Chu, what can I do?"