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

The rain became lighter yesterday, and after another night, it finally stopped.

Although there was still no bright sun, the sunlight filtered through the layers of clouds and shone through the bright windows with lotus patterns, illuminating Ning'er's haggard face.

She held a sweet white glazed jade vase in her hands and sat on the kang by the window. On the table were several crabapple buds that were about to bloom. She murmured, "It's been a whole day and a night. Why hasn't the imperial physician come out yet?"

Yesterday, the Marquis returned home seriously injured. After they had a quick meeting, they were all driven out by the two imperial doctors, who ordered them to clear out any outsiders and close the gates to the courtyard so as not to disturb them from saving lives.

Once the gate of the courtyard is closed, it will be a day and a night.

Chuncao saw that she was distracted and unable to sleep or eat after returning to the house. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she deliberately found Huazhi Chunping to give her something to do and help her relieve her worries.

Ning'er really had no intention of picking branches and arranging flowers at this moment. Her eyes were fixed on the crabapple tree, but her soul was drifting somewhere else.

"Girl, girl!" Chuncao lifted the curtain and trotted in, shouting, "Quick, quick, the Marquis has opened his eyes!"

Ning Er was startled at first, then stood up suddenly, even forgetting the jade bottle in her hand, and said happily: "Really!"

Following her movement, the vase fell onto the kang with a bang and rolled several times. Ning'er didn't care about anything else and ran to the front yard.

Chuncao chased after her and shouted, "Slow down, girl, slow down! Don't run, or you might fall!"

As Ning'er walked out of Songshou Hall, she saw Xiu Yu directing several servants to lift a sedan chair and was about to carry Old Madam Zhu over.

As soon as he saw her coming, he hurriedly waved and said, "Miss Ning, come here, it's just right for us to go together." Ning'er naturally agreed.

The two imperial doctors who were full of energy when they came yesterday had worked hard for a day and a night, but when we saw them again, they were already dishevelled and listless.

Doctor Bai was younger, so he could still hold on. Judge Xue was already over sixty, and hadn't suffered such hardships in many years. He was so tired that he could hardly speak. He just waved his hand and said, "My life is saved! I can also give an explanation to His Majesty."

After hearing this, the old lady and Ning'er felt a pang in their eyes and clasped their hands tightly together, tears about to roll down their cheeks again.

Xiang Ming said, "You two have worked so hard, you should take a break. The wine and food are ready in the back room, and hot water is ready in the bath room. You two should wash up and relax for a while."

Imperial Physician Bai bowed and said, "The Marquis was seriously injured this time, and the wounds are quite deep. It can be said that he was lucky to have survived. But it is still a long way to go before his condition stabilizes. As for what happens next, it all depends on luck. I am afraid that Lord Xue and I will not be able to leave for a while, so we will have to bother you for a while."

Doctor Bai's words made their hearts hang again. The old lady now regarded the two doctors as a life-saving straw and said hurriedly, "Of course not! You two adults just stay here with peace of mind. All the food and clothing supplies have been arranged. You don't have to worry about anything. If there is anything missing, just let me know."

Judge Xue recovered a little and warned, "My Lord, you are the weakest right now. You must not be exposed to the wind or get cold. All things that come in and out must be checked by the two of us. Also, no one should be left alone in the room. There must be someone guarding it at all times. No noise is allowed. Unless it is someone you are very close to, it is best not to see anyone else."

"Oh, right." He stretched out his hand, gently stroked his beard, and asked, "When the Marquis was awake, he mumbled the name 'Ning'er'. I wonder if the old lady knows which girl or boy this is? Please come and meet the Marquis."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ning'er!

Old Madam Zhu glanced at Ning'er with a complicated expression. She couldn't understand why Chongyan valued this girl so much, even though she was not related to him in any way.

Is this child really just the orphan of his old friend as Chongyan said, and has nothing to do with him?

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Despite the fumigation, the room was still filled with the lingering smell of blood.

Compared to the shocking scene yesterday, the Marquis was dressed very neatly today. Under his wide outer robe, one could vaguely see circles of tightly wrapped pure white cotton yarn.

When Chuncao delivered the message, she said that he "opened his eyes", but in fact, Shen Chongyan only barely opened his eyelids. After only half a minute, he closed his eyes again and lay motionless on the sickbed.

Because of the injury to his lungs, Doctor Xue asked him to half-lie on a large pillow. Ning'er followed behind Old Madam Zhu, stopped two steps away from the bed, and looked at the Marquis carefully.

None of them dared to be happy, for fear of disturbing the Marquis' rest. However, Shen Chongyan heard the noise, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He couldn't turn his head for a moment, so Xiang Ming stepped forward and said softly, "My Lord, it's the old lady and Miss Ning who came to see you."

Shen Chongyan blinked his eyes to indicate that he understood. Old Madam Zhu had never seen her usually heroic son in such a miserable and sick state. She could no longer bear it, so she supported Xiu Yu, turned her head and sobbed silently.

Ning'er took a step forward, holding her breath gently, fearing that a heavy breath would offend him, and she just stared at the Marquis intently.

Shen Chongyan seemed to feel her gaze, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

It wasn't that long since we'd been apart, but it felt like a lifetime had passed since we'd been apart. When Ning'er was nervous, she couldn't help biting her lips, her eyes were tearful, and as beautiful as glass soaked in spring water.

Shen Chongyan looked at her very gently, and these little actions were exactly the same as in his previous life.

But the Ning'er in front of him was much more relaxed and composed than in her previous life. Her drooping hair showed a healthy black glow, and her light pink lips were tightly pursed on her snow-white cheeks, looking worried and unhappy about herself.

Still a little too thin, Shen Chongyan thought.

Attacked from all sides, with swords and knives on his body, at the moment of life and death, what kept him alive was nothing but his unwillingness to give up.

God had mercy on him and allowed him to live again, but he was unwilling to die silently in Daonan and leave Ning'er alone, leaving her helpless and drifting in this world, spending her life in a daze.

This time he escaped death, it was like God had blessed him with a life again.

During the two days and three nights of coma, he seemed to have returned to his previous life, a dream filled with regret and unwillingness.

I must live well, Shen Chongyan told himself secretly, in order to take care of Ning'er for the rest of my life, I must live well.

Ning'er suddenly noticed that the Marquis's index finger was slightly curled up, so she quickly moved closer and asked, "Marquis, what do you need? I'll get it for you."

Shen Chongyan opened his mouth with some difficulty. The vibration of his chest pulled the wound, and he suddenly felt a knife-like pain. It took him a lot of effort to say a word.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Ning'er, here, for you."

Before her brain could react, Ning'er turned her head with a sense of something and looked in the direction Shen Chongyan was looking.

She was slightly shocked. The blood-stained pearl that Shen Chongyan refused to let go of yesterday was now wiped clean of the blood, and the pearl was shining brightly.