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

Ning Er didn't even blush, and subconsciously denied it: "Don't joke, it's impossible." She stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Chu Huan's eyes: "We just met for the first time today."

Chu Huan looked down at her. Ning'er's brows were slightly light, but they became darker at the tip, forming a curved emerald eyebrow. She frowned slightly, her eyes slightly raised, and she leaned back in his arms, looking completely relaxed.

She trusts me, not others. This thought gradually calmed Chu Huan's impetuous mood. His patience finally paid off. He looked at the road in front of him and said with a hint of smile: "Do you dislike him?"

"Lord Lu?" Ning'er hesitated for a moment. "I wouldn't say I hate him. Sister Lin told me that he has a bad reputation. Although he became a very powerful official at a young age, his life story is very pitiful."

Chu Huan smiled and said, "The daughter of the Lin family actually told you this. Look at Lu Kui's character. How can he be pitiful at all?"

If it were any other official's son with a political sense, he would probably be able to immediately see Lu Kui's identity from the way Chu Huan treated him. He could definitely not be just the second son of a prince.

But Ning'er was not a girl from a marquis's mansion who was immersed in the world of fame and fortune and grew up in the influence of the environment. Her entire impression of the royal family came only from the fleeting glimpse she had of Princess Linping that day.

In her opinion, the nobles in the capital were all of high rank and low rank, and those who could be treated with great courtesy by the Marquisate were the rich and powerful. As for whether that person was a minister or a commander, or served in the Censorate or the Honglu Temple, she didn't care.

Ning'er thought for a moment and said, "He doesn't seem to be in good health. His face is pale. He doesn't seem to be doing things in a clear way."

"Who told him he was born with a pretty face?" Chu Huan sneered, "He looks frail, but he can actually run thousands of miles without sleep. But there are some problems with his brain."

Ning Er was amused. She keenly noticed and said, "It seems that Ling Wei also cares about Lord Lu."

Chu Huan couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Ning Er used a long-lost name: "Lu Kui has no father or mother. Master Chu is the most compassionate to the weak and the poor, so he will naturally take more care of him."

But he heard the hidden meaning in Ning'er's words: "He is a grown man, and he has to bear a deep hatred and blood feud. He must also establish his own family and not bring disgrace to Lord Lu's reputation."

The Lord Lu that Chu Huan mentioned was actually Lu Kui's father, Lu Huaiqing, who died unjustly.

Lu Kui's parents died one after another, which touched Ning'er's heart. As an orphan, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the couple and felt sorry for Mr. Lu, who had been fostered in his uncle's house since childhood.

"As for me, I just need to take care of Ning'er." Chu Huan touched her hair with his hand and said gently, "Don't forget your pearl hairpin. It's still with me."

Ning'er reached out her hand and felt around her head. Sure enough, except for a few large hairpins that held her hair in place, there was nothing left. She realized it belatedly and said in annoyance, "Why didn't you remind me earlier? Why did you let me meet people like this?"

Chu Huan hurriedly coaxed her: "This is also good, who dares to laugh at you?"

Ning Er pursed her lips and said, "Although no one laughed in front of me, they would definitely talk about my messy hair and lack of manners behind my back."

Chu Huan smiled and said, "No, who would dare? Look at Lu Kui, he got flustered when he saw Ning'er."

Ning Er was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him: "You're still laughing at me. Besides, Lord Lu, it's impossible for him to like me."

Now it was Chu Huan's turn to be puzzled: "Why is Ning'er so sure?" He inferred from himself that although Lu Kui's devotion made him angry, he did not think it was surprising. There was nothing wrong with his Ning'er, so it was normal for others to fall in love with her.

Ning Er looked up at Chu Huan from below: "Do you even need to ask this?" She was a little embarrassed: "Look at Lord Lu's face, it's much more beautiful than mine."

Chu Huan never expected to hear this answer and was immediately speechless.

Ning Er saw that he looked stiff and thought he was unhappy, so she quickly flattered him, "Of course, he's still a little worse than Ling Wei."

Chu Huan: “…”

Very good, now his face was completely black.