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

Because of the heavy snow for several days, the sky became bright at the beginning of the morning.

In the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion, several maids who were cleaning were talking together when they suddenly heard a laugh from behind them.

A maid in an old red long coat was walking across the corridor carrying a savings box.

"Sister Baijuan!" "Hello, sister!" "Good morning, sister!"

The little girls chattered and vied with each other to greet her. Bai Juan joked, "Be careful if you are so lazy, I will tell Zhu Xiao and ask her to punish you."

A little girl with hair on her forehead laughed and said, "I don't dare to do it anymore. It's really too cold."

Then he asked, "Sister Baijuan, why did you get up so early?"

The little girl, who had already woken up, took her box, rubbed her palms, and said with a smile:

"Last night, a letter suddenly arrived, saying that the Marquis would return home today. The lights were lit early in the morning in Guiyi Hall. You should all be alert today. If you miss work on such a good day, no one will come to rescue you."

The little girls all showed joy on their faces.

Before the second day of the New Year, the Marquis received an urgent imperial edict and left the mansion without even saying hello. He did not send anyone back to report until after the Lantern Festival.

In the absence of the Marquis, the huge Marquisate seemed to have lost its festive atmosphere. The master no longer had a smile on his face, and the servants had a boring year as well.

When everyone in the mansion heard the news that the Marquis was returning home, they were sincerely happy.

Bai Juan took a short break, gave the little maids a few words of advice, and then went inside with the savings box.

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"Girl, girl?"

Ning'er came back to her senses and realized that Chuncao was holding a bundle and waiting for her reply.

"Oh, okay, just put it down."

Chuncao quickly unpacked the bundle and said with a smile, "Miss, you have to change quickly. Brother Yan sent someone to bring it here early in the morning. I want you to see if it fits you well."

Ning'er had no choice but to comply. She looked at the neatly-worn smoky pink plum blossom coat and skirt and felt something was a little awkward.

Chuncao brought a round mirror and advised her with a smile: "It will look very good on you, girl."

Ning'er raised her eyes and saw that the person in the mirror was slender, but with a relaxed look. She was wearing a brand new brocade jacket. Although her skin was a little pale, a hint of red could be seen on her cheeks.

The nourishment during these periods allowed her to quickly shed the panic and haggardness she had experienced during her difficult times, and her original beautiful appearance gradually emerged.

She felt something indescribable in her heart, and only said, "It fits well, too."

Ning'er knew that Yan Ling sent someone to deliver clothes for going out to tell her to be prepared.

But she felt a little confused, bewildered and nervous, but more of an urge to get to the bottom of things.

Chuncao was tidying up around her, but Ning'er suddenly plucked up her courage, lifted the door curtain and went out.

Chuncao didn't react for a moment and said in shock, "How can the girl go out like this?" She picked up her cloak and chased after her.

Ning'er, however, walked briskly out of the wing room and headed towards the front room.

Qingyu was just coming back from outside when he saw a very slender little girl running outside against the wind.

He reacted immediately, stepped forward to stop her, and said, "Although the snow has stopped, the girl has just recovered from her illness, how can she stand such a wind!"

He Hechuncao said again: "How could you let the girl run out wearing only a jacket? How did you serve her?"

Ning Er stopped and looked straight at Qing Yu: "Please take me to see the Marquis."

As she spoke, she squatted and bowed as Chuncao usually did.

Qingyu was so scared that he quickly grabbed Ning'er and said hurriedly, "Don't do that!"

Ning Er ignored him, staring at Qing Yu, and said again: "Please take me to see the Marquis, sir."

Those eyes were as crystal clear as glass, firm yet with a hint of hope, and they stared at Qingyu.

Qingyu's voice became weaker unconsciously. He held out for a moment, then admitted defeat. He turned his head and said to Chuncao who was rushing over with a cloak in his hand, "Help your girl put it on."

After taking a few steps, Qingyu felt a little regretful. Thinking of the Marquis's unkind face, he couldn't help but shiver and felt a dull pain in his body.

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Unlike the overflowing joy in the Marquis' Mansion, Xinyuan Marquis Shen Chongyan's expression was somewhat solemn.

He was a man of decisiveness and good decision-making, but when it came to this matter, his mind was as confused as a tangled mess.

He hesitated again and again last night and could not fall asleep, so he sent someone back home in the middle of the night, determined to bring Ning'er back home today.

However, the message had already been sent, and he began to feel uneasy again.

Shen Chongyan couldn't help but wonder, would she be scared?

Will she not like it?

Yan Ling watched the Marquis sit quietly for a quarter of an hour, not knowing what he was thinking about. His face became increasingly colder, and she could not help but feel worried.

Suddenly, the Marquis sighed deeply and said:

"never mind."

As he spoke, he stood up, and Yan Ling hurried forward to help the Marquis put on his cloak. Fang looked at his expression and asked cautiously, "Marquis, do you need to call the girl?"

Xin Yuanhou's gaze was like a sharp sword, and Yan Ling's scalp was numb. After a long while, he said, "No need, prepare the horses."

As he said this, he raised his foot and walked out.

Qingyu led Ning'er to the front yard, and saw a man walking out quickly before he could come to his senses.

Ning'er beside him suddenly took two quick steps forward and shouted towards the tall figure:

"Master Hou!"

The figure was shocked and stopped walking, but for some reason, he didn't turn around.

Qingyu watched Ning'er take two breaths. She was still weak, but she held on for a breath and took two quick steps forward, then called out again:

"Master Hou!"

When he heard the first sound, Xinyuan Hou, who was always decisive and ruthless, froze in place.

The person he was thinking about all the time but couldn't bear to see was right next to him.

This realization made him afraid to move for a moment, but the man did not give him time to think about how to respond, but hurriedly called him again.

A martial artist's keen hearing allowed him to even hear the girl's thin, even breathing as she ran.

He felt a dull pain in his heart. He turned around and looked into those eyes that were instantly bright with joy.

Shen Chongyan stared at the girl in front of him in a daze.

Why is she so small? Why is she so thin?

It seemed like two lifetimes apart, she walked towards him with such pure and sincere joy.

For a moment, his eyes became blurry.

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Seeing the Marquis turn around, Ning'er looked up with some surprise, only to see a tall and heroic man wearing a green and white jade crown and a lotus and green silk cloak with crane patterns. His phoenix eyes, which were awe-inspiring without being angry, were faintly watery.

When Ning'er saw him, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart.

She couldn't help herself and finally asked the question that had been on her mind day and night:

"My Lord, are you injured?"

Shen Chongyan felt dizzy.

In her previous life, Ning'er threw herself into his arms, covered in blood. She looked up, her face as white and transparent as paper, and asked just this question:

"My Lord, are you injured?"

And what did he do at that time? He no longer dared to think about it...

He took a step back suddenly, his body suddenly shook, his eyes went dark, and he fell down with a bang.

"Master Hou! Master Hou!"