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

The chaos in Xinmiaozhai was regarded as a joke and spread to Ning'er after dinner.

Chuncao put her hands behind her back and said to Ning'er mysteriously, "Miss, do you know what is being spread all over the mansion now?"

Ning Er asked curiously, "What new news is this?"

Chuncao laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. "You wouldn't believe it even if I told you! In broad daylight, the Second Master and Miss Liu stayed alone in the study, with the door closed and no one to serve them!"

Ning Er thought she had heard wrongly: "What? Second Master and Sister Liu?!"

Chuncao described it vividly: "That's right. It just so happened that the Second Madam had just finished the banquet and suddenly had a sudden impulse to bring some food to visit the Second Master. That's why she blocked the two of them in front of the study door."

"It turns out that the Second Madam saw Feixing guarding the study door and thought that it was some concubine who instigated the Second Master to have fun in broad daylight. She was just getting angry, but who would have thought that when the door was opened, it turned out to be Doctor Liu who came out!"

Ning'er was a little bit unbelievable: "Sister Liu is not that kind of person!" To put it bluntly, she even looked down on the Marquis, let alone the Second Master.

Chuncao believed it to a certain extent: "Doctor Liu looks like that, even a stone man would be moved. Not to mention the Second Master who has always liked beauties."

Ning Er shook her head and insisted, "It's unlikely."

She was very familiar with Liu Ying, and she told her without reservation that she already had a confidant in the palace and did not want to get involved in the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion.

After dealing with Shen Chongyao several times, Ning'er could clearly feel that he was not the kind of person who would be blinded by lust.

She felt a little strange: "Even if they had something to discuss in private and Madam Xiang saw them, how come it was spread to the point where even Song Shoutang knew about it in less than half a day?"

Chuncao was not surprised: "Today is Madam Song's good day, there are so many servants and maids coming and going in the two rooms, but Madam Xiang just got off the table, and she was accompanied by several maids and old women."

"She was really angry again and threw away the food box. It was a big commotion and there were so many people watching, so it was impossible to hide it."

Ning'er thought deeply about it. She asked Lingzhi who was cleaning the room nearby, "We entered the mansion late and don't know much about the second room, but we also heard vaguely that there are many beauties in the second master's room?"

Lingzhi frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true. The Second Master is fond of romance, and he especially likes to teach women who are good at music, poetry, and literature."

Ning Er said: "From this we can see that Madam Xiang is a magnanimous mistress."

She turned to look at Chuncao: "Since you can accommodate so many beautiful concubines, why are you so angry about Sister Liu's matter?"

Chuncao was stumped by Ning'er's question, but Lingzhi took over the conversation. She smiled and lowered the bed curtains, and took the initiative to say to Ning'er: "I'm afraid the Second Madam is angry that the Second Master has just been appointed an official, but he is getting involved with Miss Liu, who has a sensitive status, and is afraid that it will affect the Second Master's future!"

After all, there are still people in the mansion speculating that Liu Ying is the woman given to the Marquis by the Emperor, coupled with her sensitive identity as a medical officer.

Madam Xiang was probably really worried that her husband might lose his mind and do something disobedient and unfilial.

The Marquis is his legitimate brother, and the old lady is not Shen Chongyao's biological mother after all. If there is any scandal, the second wife will definitely be the victim.

Ning'er remained silent.

As soon as she went to see Sister Liu, she was discovered meeting with the Second Master in private, which inevitably made her think too much about the reason behind it.

Forget it. It’s not her turn to care about other people’s affairs. Her own business is a mess.

Ning'er covered her head with the quilt, feeling a little tired, and crawled into the quilt as if escaping.

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Outside the warm room of Yuchen Palace.

A young eunuch wiped the neck of a chicken while killing it, and winked at his companions, signaling them not to rush in.

He opened his mouth and spoke in silence: "The emperor is angry! Wu Zongguan was severely reprimanded in there."

Wu Shilu was kneeling upright, and on the ground one foot in front of his knees, a precious green jade cup that was worthy of being handed down from generation to generation was broken into pieces.

He trembled in his heart, because those were the cups and bowls that the emperor usually used, but they were smashed to pieces by the angry emperor.

Your Majesty is having a nightmare again.

It's strange to say, but since the beginning of the first month of the new year, His Majesty has inexplicably developed this disease.

At first, I just had restless sleep, frequent dreams and easy awakening, but later it gradually developed into having nightmares in the middle of the night.

Recently, His Majesty often wakes up suddenly in the middle of the night, and then gets up from the bed and sits up until dawn, refusing to close his eyes again.

Wu Shilu was so anxious that blisters appeared on his mouth. He wanted to persuade the emperor to call the imperial physician to take a look, but he was frightened by a light look from Emperor Zhao Yuan and froze in place.

These days, all of them, the palace guards who were on night watch, were living in fear, fearing that one day they would anger the sleepless emperor and lose their lives for no reason.

Wu Shilu knelt on the ground, trembling, but the emperor today was completely different from the emperor who usually woke up from a nightmare.

He entered the palace as a child and has been with the emperor since he was a baby until now.

His adoptive father and master had taught him since he was a child that as long as he was still alive, he had to get up and serve his master, and as long as he had his eyes open, he had to follow the emperor closely.

He has remembered these words all his life and has practiced them all his life. To be frank, even if the late emperor and the empress dowager were combined, they probably wouldn't understand His Majesty as well as he does.

Emperor Zhaoyuan was the sky above Wu Shilu's head, but as the master and servant had been together for such a long time, in his heart, he naturally respected the emperor more than he feared him.

But tonight, he heard the emperor get up and was about to come over to serve him as usual, but he didn't expect that as soon as he pulled up the bed curtains, the emperor glanced at him coldly.

That one look made Wu Shilu kneel down.

Those were a pair of eyes that had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and were ruthless and weary.

Wu Shilu felt a chill in his bones.

The emperor looked at him as if he was looking at a strange dead person, or as if he was looking at a mosquito or fly that disturbed his sweet dream.

He belatedly realized the fear that surged from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He almost doubted that the person sitting in front of him was not the Majesty who accompanied him every day, but a statue that had been enshrined in a shrine for hundreds of years, looking down on everyone.

Fortunately, this strange feeling disappeared after a moment.

Emperor Zhaoyuan stared at Wu Shilu. His voice was still a little hoarse after waking up from a dream, but he said something that he didn't expect: "Bring me a mirror."

Wu Shilu kowtowed quickly, not daring to ask any more questions. He personally held up a dragon-patterned mirror, knelt down under the couch, and handed it to the emperor with both hands.

Emperor Zhaoyuan lowered his eyes. The candlelight burning in the bedroom was dim, and in the mirror was reflected an extraordinary face, too handsome and too young.

The person in the mirror is clearly himself.

But it was a face he had when he was in his twenties.

His gaze turned to the personal eunuch who was kneeling tremblingly. He was so used to seeing that old face, and he was a little uncomfortable to see him suddenly look so much younger.

Emperor Zhaoyuan asked, "What year is it today?"

Wu Shilu didn't know why His Majesty suddenly asked such a strange question, so he could only kowtow in fear and answer: "Your Majesty, today is the 27th day of the second month of the 18th year."

Emperor Zhao Yuan laughed softly. It turned out that when he woke up, he was twenty-six years old again.