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

Everyone outside the door fell silent immediately. Shen Chongyao didn't care about anything else. He quickly signaled Xiang Ming to drag Song away. He bowed silently and retreated outside the corridor.

When Ning'er heard those two words, she stood there in a daze, as if she had been cast under a spell.

The person in the room saw that no one spoke outside the door for a long time, and was afraid that the person had left, so he became anxious and forced himself to walk to the door.

With a creaky sound, the partition door slowly opened from the inside out.

The interweaving of light and shadow revealed a very pale and sad face.

The moment the door was fully opened, those sharp phoenix eyes seemed to have not seen the light of day for too long, and they subconsciously dodged for a moment, and then they couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

Ning'er...

Shen Chongyan looked at his daughter, who was only a step away from him, almost greedily, unwilling to blink. For some reason, she looked even more lively after being dressed up as a boy.

The four looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

At this moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill. Even the setting golden crow was tethered to the sun and could not bear to leave.

Ning'er looked straight at Shen Chongyan's thin face. His already deep eye sockets became even deeper due to his illness.

He has lost a lot of weight.

A thought suddenly came to her mind: It turns out that I am a little like him.

However, this vague resemblance was always overshadowed by her timidity and Shen Chongyan's toughness and majesty.

But at the moment when the two faced each other, Ning'er suddenly realized that the man in front of her was her biological father.

"Boom!"

A heavy muffled sound broke the priceless silence at this moment.

"My Lord, be careful!"

But Ning'er was too late. Shen Chongyan was still seriously ill and had been holding on for such a long time. He was already exhausted and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees on the ground.

She didn't have time to react and reached out to pull him, but even if Shen Chongyan was sick, it was not something a delicate girl like Ning'er could support.

She had no choice but to support Shen Chongyan's shoulders to prevent him from falling, while turning around to look for someone to help.

It was strange that the yard, which was previously bustling with people, was now so quiet that no one could be seen. Her neck was almost twisted behind her back, and she caught a glimpse of Shen Chongyao standing with his back to the railing in the west corner of the yard with her peripheral vision.

Ning Er was so angry that she could only yell at the top of her lungs, "Second Master! Come quickly, come and help!"

Shen Chongyao had consciously stayed aside so as not to disturb the meeting between father and daughter, but he suddenly heard Ning'er calling him loudly.

When I turned around, I was almost scared away.

He hurriedly ran to Ning'er's side, knelt down beside his brother, and put his arm on his shoulders.

Then he asked tremblingly: "Brother, why did you fall? Is it serious?"

Shen Chongyan pressed most of his body on his shoulders, fearing that he would crush Ning'er, and shook his head with difficulty: "It's okay."

Ning Er saw the two brothers' behavior and was speechless: "Second Master, is this the right time to ask this? Come with me and send the Marquis in."

Shen Chongyao came back to his senses and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes. You are right."

As they spoke, the three of them worked together and after a lot of effort, they finally got the Marquis back to the couch.

Looking at the tortuous route, Shen Chongyao couldn't help but sigh: "Brother is not well yet, how can he walk to the door in one breath?"

Ning'er glanced at him but said nothing. Instead, she went to the table to get a teacup and poured a cup of tea.

She held it in front of her and sniffed it. A strong ginseng aroma filled her nose. She felt relieved and brought the tea to Shen Chongyan's couch. She handed the tea to the second master: "Here, it seems to be Wufu Tea. Please serve the Marquis."

"Me?" Shen Chongyao was dumbfounded, but Ning'er ignored him and turned around to sit down next to a square huanghuali rattan stool.

Shen Chongyao couldn't afford to offend Ning'er, nor could he afford to offend his own brother, so he could only respectfully pass the tea to Shen Chongyan's mouth and whispered, "Brother, this is the tea poured by Ning'er himself, please drink some."

Only then did Shen Er see that his brother, who had not eaten or drunk anything since learning about what happened today, obediently took the teacup and drank the tea in the cup with a submissive attitude.

He didn't seem to be unhappy at all because Ning'er handed the tea to Shen Chongyao. Instead, he showed a satisfied expression.

Shen Chongyao looked at the empty cup in his hand, then glanced at Ning'er who was sitting on the stool in a daze, and wrote the word "服" in his mind again.

I can't refuse to accept it...

Ning'er didn't pay any attention to what they were saying, and just stared at the black lacquered table inlaid with mother-of-pearl and with a raised top at the end of the bed.

There was nothing rare on the table, only a sweet white glaze jade vase, with several dead branches sticking out of the vase. The flowers on them had long since withered, leaving only a few buds that had not yet bloomed and were wilting on the branches.

This is an extremely unreasonable thing. People nowadays care most about good and bad luck. The Marquis is ill, so how could the servants be so careless as to leave such dead branches and leaves in the Marquis' room?

It is placed in such a conspicuous position, which is very ominous.

She was just about to tell the second master to remind Xiangming to change the flowers, but suddenly she felt that the vase looked inexplicably familiar.

This is... Ning'er suddenly had an idea. This is the Begonia that she personally delivered when the Marquis returned home seriously injured that day!

Ning'er was at a loss for words as to how she felt. The Marquis had given her the pearl that he had held tightly in his palm when he was dying. She had no way to repay him, so she could only listen to Lingzhi's advice and personally put a vase of crabapple flowers in return.

But I didn't expect that he would stay until now.

Ning'er let out a long sigh, as if she wanted to let out all the sorrow and worries in her heart.

At this moment, the weak voice of the Marquis rang out: "Little boy, why are you sighing? If you are unhappy, you should vent your anger."

Shen Chongyan said this, but he didn't expect Ning'er to answer. Instead, he didn't expect her to get up and sit in front of his couch.

Shen Chongyan was immediately at a loss. He shouted in surprise, "Ning'er..."

But apart from these two words, there is nothing else to say.

Ning'er lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "The Marquis has lost a lot of weight."

Shen Chongyan was a little bit unbelievable that Ning'er actually forgave him so easily. He asked nervously: "You, you are not angry with me anymore?"

If he were fine now, Ning'er would have turned around and left after hearing this. But seeing him so sick, haggard and sad, she couldn't bear to do it.

The blood-soaked hand and the blood-stained pearl flashed before her eyes. She also thought of Shen Chongyan lying on the bed with a pale face, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

After all, he is still alive.

At least he is still alive.

She touched her heart, at least at this moment, she hoped that he was fine.

Ning Er looked up and glanced at him, then sighed, "Let's talk about it when you get better."