After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Before losing consciousness, Ning'er only remembered that she fell violently into the snow, followed by a scream.

Suddenly, orange lights lit up everywhere, and fierce and dense snowflakes fell on us. The firelight trembled and swayed in the howling wind and snow, penetrating the dark night.

She felt a gust of wind blowing over her head, followed by a panicked voice:

"The horse is startled!"

"Be careful! Lord!"

An extremely strong hand clamped her arm and pulled her out of the knee-deep snow. Then, the hand pushed her hard to the side, and the person himself fell to his knees in the snow.

It all happened in an instant.

In the panic, Ning'er only had time to catch a glimpse of a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars, reflecting orange flames in the ice and snow that filled the sky and earth.

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Is she going to die?

Ning'er thought in a daze.

The omnipresent, chilling cold seemed to have gone away, and between a dream and wakefulness, she actually felt waves of warmth.

She once saw a beggar who had frozen to death under the North City Bridge. He was lying stiffly in the snow with his upper body naked, a smile still on his face.

He took off the tattered jacket himself and left it beside him.

From then on she knew that people who were almost frozen to death would feel warmth as if they were coming to life.

She could even smell a faint fragrance, which was a little sweet.

Is this the smell of death?

She was immersed in this warm and sweet atmosphere, as if there would be nothing to regret if she died like this.

Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from far away, the tone was clear and a little happy:

"Go and tell the Marquis, the girl's eyelids are moving!"

Lord...

After hearing this, Ning'er seemed to come to her senses.

The chaotic scenes of the snowy night flashed through her mind. She was slow to react and was nearly trampled to death in the snow by a frightened horse, but was rescued.

At this time, the clear voice was closer, as if it was talking to someone about itself: "I caught a severe cold, and the horse was frightened. I had a high fever and convulsions, and I was in a coma for nearly twelve hours..."

Ning Er was shocked that she had slept for so long. She opened her eyes subconsciously out of anxiety. She struggled to get up, but felt dizzy again.

A pair of hands gently supported her. They were strong and gentle hands. Seeing that she was awake, the voice became louder: "The girl is awake. Go and ask Doctor Ge to come!"

When the dizziness in front of her eyes passed, Ning'er could see clearly that the person who reached out to support her was actually a very handsome young man.

In such a cold day, the young man was only wearing a thin light green short jacket. His eyes were bright and lively, and he was looking at Ning'er with a smile.

Ning'er was a little stunned for a moment. She had been making a living in the Jingshuifang in the north of the city since she was a child. The boys there were either rude and brutal or smooth-talking, and they only bullied her for fun.

I have never seen such a clean, handsome and kind boy before.

She suddenly felt a chill and didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

The young man was very happy to stuff another pillow behind her so that she could sit up comfortably.

Ning'er then looked around. This was a room she had never seen before.

There were incense burners half a person's height placed in each of the four corners, spreading warm and fragrant air, making the room cozy. The floor was covered with thick felt, and bright yellow candles emitted soft light.

Opposite the clinic was a high table with teacups and food boxes on it, from which wisps of white steam were emanating.

This was the warmth and comfort that Ning'er had never imagined even in her dreams.

As the young man stood up to pour tea, he said, "I'm sorry, young lady. But she was frightened by a horse and fell unconscious. Without the order of Doctor Ge, she dared not move easily. She could only stay in this government office with us rough men for a while."

The steaming tea was handed to Ning'er's mouth. She could only take a sip from his hand. It tasted so sweet that she couldn't help but take another sip.

When the young man saw this, his eyes smiled like crescent moons.

But Ning'er had been unconscious for a long time, and even such a small movement made her feel as if her head was splitting apart.

The young man saw her face turn pale and stood up suddenly. He called out anxiously, "Doctor Ge, come and have a look!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. It'll be fine once you wake up." Doctor Ge was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a half-foot long beard and looked very kind.

He sat on the low stool in front of Ning'er's bed, took her pulse carefully, checked her head, looked at her complexion, and said, "Well, the fever has subsided. From now on, as long as you take the medicine on time and take good care of yourself, you will get better."

"It's just a blood clot on the back of your head. I'm afraid it won't go away in a short time. It's best to rest for the next two months and avoid any more bumps and bumps."

"Don't catch a cold again."

As soon as Doctor Ge said something, the young man nodded and hurriedly promised that he would never let Ning'er get hurt again.

Ning'er stared blankly at the two people, one big and one small, in front of her. Although she still didn't understand the situation, her concern and kindness were obvious at a glance.

This made her feel both sad and warm in her heart. She didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only say hesitantly: "Thank you, thank you, Doctor Ge..."

She looked up at the young man who had been taking care of her and wanted to thank him, but found that she didn't even know his name, and she couldn't help blushing.

The young man seemed to understand her thoughts and said happily: "Girl, call me Yan Ling!"

Doctor Ge wrote the prescription and nodded, saying, "It was all ordered by the Marquis. I don't deserve even a word of thanks."

He stroked his beard and smiled: "Miss, if you want to thank someone, why not thank the Marquis in person."

Lord...

From the time she fell into a coma to the time she woke up, Ning'er kept hearing these two words, but she had no idea who the "Marquis" was?

She thought of the pair of eyes that flashed by like cold stars in the heavy snow.

Is that the Marquis?

Was it him who saved me?

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Outside, the north wind was howling and snow was falling heavily. Through the thick oilcloth door curtain, one could vaguely hear the noises inside the house.

A figure stood quietly.

Qing Yu bowed respectfully and whispered, "My Lord, don't you want to go in and take a look?"

There was a long silence in response to him.

Just when Qingyu thought he would not get a response, a question came from his ear:

"How is she?"

Along with the sound of wind and snow, his usually cold and stern voice became almost inaudible.

Qing Yu immediately said, "Doctor Ge has examined her carefully. The girl's injuries are not serious and her fever has subsided. She just needs to be carefully nursed."

"But," he said hesitantly, "this girl was born with a defect, and she suffered a lot when she was young. It may take more than a short time to raise her to be as healthy as an ordinary person."

After a long time, Qingyu heard his own lord, who was as hard as stone and did not change his expression even when facing swords, sighed: "Ning'er..."

He chewed the name in his mouth, and his face, as cold as jade, suddenly softened.

"Go tell Ge Qing that I will give him whatever he wants, regardless of the cost or the medicinal materials. Tell him to show me his best skills and not let Ning'er leave any hidden dangers behind!"

Qing Yu subconsciously straightened his back and responded respectfully, "I obey your command!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong! How did the Marquis know that her name was "Ning'er" when he didn't even look at the girl?