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

When Ning'er woke up, she felt her body was extremely soft, as if she was lying on the clouds, swaying in the wind. A faint cold fragrance lingered around her nose, and she didn't know where she was for a moment.

She struggled to open her eyes, and after a blurry moment, she saw a young man as handsome as an immortal, looking at her with a smile.

Ning'er's mind was not fully clear yet, and she blurted out, "Am I in heaven?"

When the beautiful deity heard this, he showed an amused yet worried expression. He gently touched Ning'er's forehead and said, "Why, you don't even recognize me?"

His hands were like fine white jade, with a faint coolness. Ning Er finally woke up from her drowsiness. She immediately realized that she had made a fool of herself and asked, "Why are you here?"

Chu Huan's eyes were fixed on her all the time. Hearing this, he smiled faintly and said, "Aren't you looking for Ling Wei?"

Lu Kui was so frightened at that time that he was at a loss of his wits. He brought the unconscious Ning'er with him and asked him, "Before she fainted, the girl called out the name 'Ling Wei'. Your Majesty, do you know who it is?"

With just one sentence, Chu Huan's heart, which was as hard as iron, instantly turned into a pool of spring water.

After hearing this, all the thousands of thoughts that had been in her mind flooded into her mind like a tangled mess. The sharp pain made Ning'er unable to help but close her eyes again, digesting it all with difficulty.

She whispered, "Where is this?"

Chu Huan personally helped her sit up from behind, and spoke softly, fearing to disturb her: "You are in my carriage now, you should take it easy, Lu Kui is driving outside, there is no one else here."

Hearing Chu Huan's voice, Ning'er felt a little sad. She blinked and asked, "Where are we going?"

Chu Huan said softly, "You don't want to stay in the Marquis' Mansion, let's go to a villa to rest, okay?"

Ning Er didn't answer for a long time. She opened her eyes, but there was some hesitation in her eyes: "Is this not good?"

After all, she had lived in the Marquis' Mansion for some time. Although she had not received any formal education, she had been taught and had a general understanding of the current etiquette between men and women.

Chu Huan coaxed her in a low voice: "It's just that I'm staying there tonight. You've been through a lot of trauma. I really can't let you go without seeing a doctor. If you don't like it, I won't stay there after you've settled down."

Ning Er felt a little reluctant after hearing this. She shook her head and said, "How can I take over the owner's nest after he drove them away in the middle of the night? Besides, why should I bother about this?" She smiled bitterly and said, "Ling Wei, do you know..."

Her throat choked with sobs, and before she could finish her sentence, her eyes felt sore and two lines of tears flowed.

Chu Huan's heart suddenly ached beyond words. He suppressed his intense emotions and gently covered her face with the softest silk handkerchief, wiping away her tears drop by drop.

He whispered softly, "Ning'er, I know everything. Don't think about the sad things for now." The calm and cold fragrance unique to Chu Huan lingered in her breath, greatly soothing her heartstrings that were stretched to the breaking point, and she couldn't help but immerse herself in it.

"Just rest assured. We can talk about this after you see the doctor, okay?" Through the thin silk handkerchief, Ning'er's tears were reflected on his fingertips. Each teardrop was like a spark, burning in his heart.

Chu Huan felt heartbroken, but he did nothing. He just wiped her tears quietly and waited for her to come to her senses.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Huan heard her respond softly, "Okay."

He took out a jade comb from the drawer in the carriage and said with a low smile, "Can I comb your hair for you? Last time, I didn't do the hairpin for you properly. This time I went to learn from the hair comber. Come and see if you have improved a little."

Ning'er reached out and touched her messy hair. Although she knew Lingwei was trying to coax her, she was still a little shy and surprised: "How can you ask a man to do this? Can you really do it?"

Chu Huan gently removed her hairpins and opened a mirror box: "You'll know if it works after you try it." He frowned and looked at her hair accessories, commenting: "It's just that the things are not very good, the workmanship is too rough, not worthy of Ning'er. I'll find some better ones for you in the future."

"Isn't this good enough?" Ning'er shook her head, took the bronze mirror with a jade rabbit and diamond pattern, and looked into the mirror. Chu Huan's fingers were moving through her hair, slender and slim, as nimble as a swimming fish, skillfully removing the beads on her temples one by one without pulling a single strand of hair.

She praised: "It's really great. In such a short time, he has such a good skill." Ning'er couldn't help but wonder: "How did Lingwei practice it? Did she comb your maid's hair in the mansion?"

Chu Huan glanced at Ning'er in the mirror and said slowly, "Except Ning'er, why would I comb other women's hair?" He thought of Wu Shilu in Yuchen Hall, who had been combed into a girl's hairstyle by him many times, and couldn't help but chuckled, "But it really embarrassed one of my attendants."

Ning'er's long hair hung down from her cheeks, with no decoration on her head. There was no light in the carriage, but the crown of her head was still inlaid with luminous pearls. Under the bright pearl light, her black hair was like a waterfall, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Chu Huan was mesmerized by the sight: "A lotus flower emerges from clear water, naturally without any decoration. Ning'er, how come you are so beautiful?"

Ning'er looked at Lingwei in the mirror and felt that compared with Lingwei's appearance, other people were just like fireflies. How could they compete with the bright moon?

She smiled and said, "Now it's 'the immortal touches my head'."

Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.

Ling Wei gently lifted her long hair and carefully tied it into a lily-shaped bun for her, then pinned two pearl flowers on it and asked her in a low voice, "Do you think it's good?"

Ning'er looked around and couldn't find anything wrong with it: "Excellent."

Chu Huan smiled and said, "This is the bun you wore when we first met on the Flower Festival." He gently touched the beads on her temples, "Look, they are exactly the same."

Ning Er said softly, "I don't remember anything." She still remembered the scene of that day vividly. She went up to the heights to pay tribute to her deceased mother, but she never expected to meet Chu Huan. She didn't expect that he even remembered her hairstyle so clearly.

Ling smiled slightly, and there was a hint of pride in that smile. He asked Ning'er, "Do you have a girl you like? I want to ask her to accompany you?"

Ning Er suddenly thought of Lin Ruozhen, and then remembered their appointment, and suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable. Ling Wei was still saying, "I heard from Lu Kui that you are good friends with the eldest daughter of Censor Lin. Do you want to go find her?"

Ning Er quickly denied, "No." She realized that her rejection was too blunt, and added, "She is about to get married, so it's not good to disturb her."

This sounded a bit awkward, but Chu Huan coaxed her in a good-natured way: "Okay, if you don't like it, we won't meet."

Ning Er said "hmm" softly, but Chu Huan thought of another thing: "After you see the doctor and when the weather is good, I will take you to Chengguo Temple?"