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

This is an extremely inconspicuous courtyard with two entrances and three rooms. In front of the courtyard is an old locust tree with a few years left, and the green-covered cart is tied to it.

Such a commoner's tile house could naturally not be compared with the deep courtyard of the marquis's mansion, but because of this, Ning'er was able to feel for a loose tile and take a look at the light leaking through the gap.

Looking down from above, I saw a girl of about eighteen or nineteen facing me. She had a cherry mouth and willow-shaped eyebrows, and there was an indescribable romanticism between her eyebrows. Although she was wearing a short brown dress like a maid, she tied a long belt around her waist, which made her snake-like figure more prominent.

"It's her!" This time, Ning'er saw the person in the room clearly. It was indeed the woman they saw at the west corner gate of the mansion. She shook Chu Huan's arm excitedly: "We didn't follow the wrong person."

The woman's behavior was strange. She was holding a jar in her arms. The jar was filled with a large mass of gray-black paste, which was greasy and shiny.

She held the jar and looked at it for a long time, then rummaged through the drawers and found a stone pestle.

Ning'er looked at him strangely: "What is she doing?"

Chu Huan said softly: "She is preparing medicine."

Ning Er couldn't help asking, "Why is she preparing medicine?" Before she finished speaking, she realized, "Someone is injured, isn't he?"

Chu Huan nodded: "And look at the plaster, it's probably used to treat external injuries."

At this critical moment, she was injured again... Ning'er felt that she had figured it out. The more she looked at this girl, the more familiar she felt: "I must have met this maid before in the Marquis' Mansion."

But who was it? I couldn't remember for a moment.

Chu Huan said, "It doesn't matter. Whoever she is won't affect our future actions. We just need to keep an eye on Liu Kui and Ye."

The two of them whispered a few words and then stopped talking.

Suddenly, a hunched old man, also dressed as a handyman, walked out of the dim hall from the back room. Seeing the woman still pounding the medicine, he said, "Qiu Niang, do you really think that woman is a patient? She is just trying to save her life. Don't let her die so quickly."

The woman called Qiu Niang rolled her eyes at him and said in a tender voice, "I finally got a chance. If I do well, I can hope to be transferred out of that damn place. I don't want to end up with nothing when the time comes."

The old man chuckled twice: "Don't worry, I've seen it, and it won't kill you."

Ning Er was so nervous that her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't dare to move. She could only glance at Chu Huan and mouthed to him, "She is injured, and seriously injured. The person these two are looking at should be Liu Kui!"

Chu Huan nodded almost imperceptibly, signaling Ning'er not to act rashly at this moment.

Sure enough, in less than half an incense stick of time, Qiu Niang packed up the medicine jar and went into the back room with the old man, one after the other.

As soon as they entered, Ning'er leaned over to Chu Huan's ear and couldn't wait to say, "It seems that Liu Kui is imprisoned in there!"

Chu Huan hurriedly held her wrist, fearing that Ning'er would accidentally slip down. Ning'er asked hurriedly: "What should we do now? We can't break through the roof and fall from the sky, right?"

Chu Huan found it funny and hurriedly reminded her: "Be careful. They can't run away, don't worry." He looked at Ning'er with a smile: "Don't forget, there are people following us."

Ning Er suddenly realized, "I actually forgot about this." She rubbed her hands and said, "Since we have reinforcements, can't we capture Liu Kui directly?"

Chu Huan said, "If we only arrest Liu Kui, then it's done. Why bother with a big fight? Liu Kui herself is actually not worth mentioning. She has done evil things and someone will naturally take retribution for them. But she obviously knows a lot, things that even Ye Shi doesn't know."

If Yu Ping'er is injured in the process of killing a rat, it would be the worst. "I think that since Ye Shi was able to get her here, she must be sure of subduing her. We have to think of a way to make them tell us everything they know."

Above the sky, the clouds gradually dispersed, and a bright moon was shining brightly. Chu Huan turned his head to look at Ning'er, and saw that the moonlight was like water and like a veil, hazily covering her bright face.

Ning Er suddenly smiled slightly, and her tone was calm and firm: "My mother once taught me that while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is waiting behind. It seems that we have to be the oriole now."

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When Aunt Song walked into the courtyard, she discovered that the moonlight was shining brightly, pouring down the entire yard with silver light, which for a moment overwhelmed the light of the palace lanterns and candles under the eaves.

There was a somewhat unfamiliar boy guarding the Marquis's door. He was dozing off with sleepy eyes. When he saw Aunt Song, he hurriedly stood up and greeted her, "Aunt is here."

Seeing that the door was closed and the light was on inside, Song Qiuxin couldn't help but wonder, "I came to visit the Marquis on the orders of the old lady. I wonder if the Marquis is asleep?"

The boy nodded and said, "My aunt, the other aunt Ye is here, and Sister Xiangming is waiting inside. Would you like to go in, aunt?"

Aunt Song said, "Then I'll have to trouble my brother to report it on my behalf."

Not long after the boy left, Xiang Ming flashed out of the room. When she saw Aunt Song, she came up to her politely and said warmly, "Aunt is here, Xiang Ming didn't come out to greet you, please don't blame me."

Song Qiuxin was several years younger than her, and had never served before, so her foundation was not stable. How could she act like a concubine in front of Xiangming, a well-known maid? She hurriedly declined, "Sister, you are too modest. Sister serves the Marquis day and night, how can I trouble you for other things?"

Xiang Ming welcomed her in and whispered, "Madame Ye came in a while ago and is sitting inside, but the Marquis was asleep so she didn't disturb him. Now that you've come and seen the Marquis, why don't you sit with him?"

When Aunt Song heard this, she knew that this trip was most likely in vain, but since she was already here, there was no reason for her to just turn around and leave.

The room was filled with a faint medicinal aroma. Passing by a large rosewood screen, the inner bedroom where the marquis was recuperating was on the left. In the warm room on the right, Aunt Ye was facing the lamp, doing some needlework in front of the kang.

She squinted her eyes and was about to split the thread when she saw Xiang Ming leading a young girl in gracefully. Aunt Ye stood up with a smile. The two of them greeted each other silently, and Xiang Ming took Aunt Song to visit the Marquis.

Song Qiuxin took a closer look and saw that Shen Chongyan's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and his chest was slightly rising and falling, as if he was fast asleep. However, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his cheeks were pale, without any blood color at all, as if he was not at peace even in his dreams.

Concubine Song was confused and hurriedly left. She whispered to Xiang Ming, "Oh my God, how come the Marquis looks so much worse than yesterday after not seeing him for just one day?"

Xiang Ming knew that once Concubine Song came, this question would be unavoidable, so she quickly told him what she had prepared in advance: "The Marquis had a high fever all night last night, and Doctor Xue gave him acupuncture during the day. It took a long time, and that's why he was injured."

Aunt Song said worriedly, "What should we do? I thought he was getting better yesterday, but he got worse again today. If the old lady knew about this, how worried she would be."

Hearing this, before Xiang Ming could speak, Aunt Ye put down her needlework, walked up to Song Qiuxin with a smile, and said slowly: "Sister Song, the patient is afraid of worrying. If the old lady didn't ask, why should we let the old lady worry for nothing?"

The candle flame flickered and swayed. Facing the candlelight, Song Qiuxin seemed to notice that there were two or three faint traces of tears on Ye Zhen's cheeks.