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

Ning'er tilted her head and looked at him: "If not Master Chu, what should I call you? Am I going to imitate Han Guang and call you Master Chu?"

Chu Huan shook his head and laughed. He really didn't know why Ning'er would sometimes think of such strange places: "There are so many Chu masters in the capital alone. Why should we be so unfamiliar with each other?"

Ning Er suddenly had an idea: "Then can I call you second brother?"

Second brother?

After getting such an answer, Chu Huan was stunned: "Why did you think of calling me like that?"

Ning'er felt that this was a very intimate name, and she happily told him: "Liu Ying once told me that you are the second child in the family. You are older than me, and Ning'er has no older brother, so isn't it just right to call you second brother?"

She grew up alone and had always envied other people's brothers since she was a child. Ning'er was very happy to call Master Chu her second brother.

Unexpectedly, Chu Huan stared at her for a long time, chuckled and shook his head, saying: "But I am much older than Ning'er. Wouldn't it be too much of an advantage for me to be your brother?"

Ning'er looked at him in surprise. Chu Huan looked no more than two years older than Yan Ling. Yan Ling was not even nineteen years old yet, and Chu Huan looked to be only about twenty years old.

She asked hurriedly, "I was born in February of the year of Guiyou, and I am thirteen now. How about you?"

Chu Huan's eyes, which were always as bright as cold stars, were covered with a layer of mist. He sighed and said, "I am already twenty-six years old, thirteen years older than you."

Ning Er heaved a sigh of relief and racked her brains to comfort him: "That's because you are young. When you said that just now, I thought you were some old monster who was wearing a young face to coax a little girl."

Chu Huan was left in tears and laughter by her words. The young emperor, who had never worried about his age, actually felt a little guilty for the first time in his life - considering his advanced age in his previous life, didn't he become a reborn demon just as Ning'er said?

The naive girl looked at him with sparkling eyes, half coquettishly and half jokingly: "Then I will call you second brother, okay?"

Could Chu Huan say "no" to such a Ning'er? He thought for a moment, dipped his fingertips in rain water, and slowly wrote two words on the column.

Ning'er picked up the lantern, followed Chu Huan's movements, and whispered, "Ling Wei?"

Chu Huan nodded: "This is my nickname, few people in this world know it. Since you don't like calling me by my name, how about calling me by this nickname?"

Although he was born in a supreme family and had a commanding presence over the world, he was unlucky in his youth and lost his loved ones at an early age.

Before his father died, he dismissed his attendants, stroked his neck, and said with tears in his eyes, "My son Chu Huan, I am afraid that I will not see the day when you are crowned and given a given name, so I can only give you a small name in advance."

As he spoke, he placed the word "Lingwei" on his palm and said with effort: "Father hopes that you can understand the vastness of the universe and also the subtleties of the universe. A gentleman knows the subtle and the obvious, the soft and the hard, and only then can he become the hope of thousands of men."

From that day on, Chu Huan, who had just turned eight, firmly remembered the word "Lingwei". In addition to the high hopes that the late emperor had for the successor to the crown prince, it also contained the deep love a father had for his beloved son before his death.

Chu Huan didn't say much, but just watched Ning'er trace the water marks he left again. She murmured: "Ling Wei..."

Ning'er turned her head to look at him. Chu Huan's clothes were wet and his hair was disheveled, but his hurried and embarrassed appearance did not diminish his noble and elegant demeanor like a banished immortal. She could not help but praise him, "This word has a fairy-like charm. It really suits you very well."

Before Chu Huan could figure out where she got the idea from, he saw Ning'er looking at him eagerly: "I also want to have such exquisite calligraphy. Do I have to wait until I'm twenty?"

Chu Huan touched her hair and said, "It doesn't have to be that long. Girls can get a name when they are fifteen." He looked at her with a smile, intending to take this position in advance: "When you reach the age of 15, I will give you a name, okay?"

In his heart, he kicked Shen Chongyan, the incompetent father, aside without hesitation and continued to coax Ning'er: "When the time comes, I will give you the best-sounding name in the world."

Ning'er had never thought about her biological father. After hearing what Chu Huan said, she agreed without any psychological burden: "It's a deal, I also want a name as nice and appropriate as 'Ling Wei'!"

Chu Huan smiled slightly: "Why not?" He said solemnly as if he was making a promise: "Wait two years, I will organize a coming-of-age ceremony for you, and let everyone in the capital know how outstanding Ning'er is."

Ning'er was inexplicably praised by him, and her ears turned slightly red. Fortunately, it was late at night and the redness was severe, so no one could see it.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered that the two of them had not talked about any serious matters until now, but had been chatting about trivial matters.

Ning Er hurriedly said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you, where is Han Guang now? How did you get him into the mansion?"

Seeing that she was still thinking about Han Guang, Chu Huan could only patiently say, "He has reported the news. After I enter the mansion, I will ask him to stay at the main room of Songshou Hall. If there is any news, I will tell you in time. If you don't hate him, let him stay by your side from now on."

He explained to Ning'er: "Since you don't want to leave the mansion for a moment, you should keep a few people around you. Although Yan Ling is loyal to you, his skills are not good enough, and his status makes it inconvenient for him to enter and leave the inner house all the time."

"Han Guang's Kung Fu was taught by Xiao Ding. Not only is his swordsmanship superb, but his Qinggong is also excellent. On weekdays, if you don't call him, you will hardly see him. Just send him when you need him."

Now Han Guang's public identity in the mansion is an inconspicuous guard of the second house, and few people in the first house know him. He was originally a backup son planted by Chu Huan in the mansion, and now that he has caught Ning'er's eye, he is naturally at her disposal.

Ning'er knew how high Chu Huan's vision was. Han Guang could get such praise from him, saying that he had superb swordsmanship and excellent lightness skills, so it was probably not a problem for him to fly over eaves and walk on walls.

With such a person around, even if you encounter something serious that you cannot handle, at least you can pass on the message.

She thought about it and couldn't help but worry about Chu Huan: "The old lady is planning to search the mansion with great fanfare. Is it okay for you to put someone in front of her?"

Although Chu Huan is a royal relative, he is only the second son of Prince Rui who did not inherit the title. Moreover, he has offended the emperor. If the Marquis's Mansion finds any evidence against him, wouldn't he be implicated?

Chu Huan sneered. Shen Chongyao was the one he had spent some effort to keep an eye on in the Shen family. So where could the Zhu family investigate?

But it was not worth worrying about Ning'er. Chu Huan comforted her: "Don't worry, Ning'er. In my opinion, the old lady is looking for someone else. You are just implicated by him."

He recalled the many incidents that had occurred in Xinyuan Marquis's mansion in his previous life, and sneered, "Besides, although there are few people in this mansion, it is far from quiet. Ning'er, just wait and watch the show."

Suddenly, in the deep night sky, there were two very clear calls of nightingales, followed by a few hoarse cries of owls, circling in the rain for a long time.

Chu Huan frowned when he heard the noise, then slowly relaxed his brows. He lowered his head and said to Ning'er, "I'm afraid Madam Zhu really can't take care of you right now."

"Because, someone really died in this Marquis' Mansion tonight!"