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

It was clearly daytime, but the small, dilapidated house was very dark.

Chu Huan raised his eyebrows and asked Ning'er: "Are you going to take it away, or keep it where it is?"

There was a piece of dust on Ning'er's left cheek. She held up the jade ring in her hand, shook her head, and said firmly: "I want to take it with me."

She looked at the rough jade ring lovingly: "When I left, I really didn't know where to go next. I was afraid that it would be easy to lose it if I carried it with me, so I gritted my teeth and took the risk of hiding it at home."

"Thank God my mother has protected it and kept it safe until today. I will definitely take it back with me."

Ning'er had a pair of eyes as bright as the stars and the moon. She looked at him with such confidence and a bit of innocence that Chu Huan was simply unable to say the word "no".

He was not a firm believer in ghosts and gods, but when it came to Ning'er, he was always hesitant.

This was the only legacy her mother left her. How could anyone bear to take it away from her?

But the severed eye was clearly an ominous mark. If there really was a curse attached to it, how could Ning'er, who was so weak, bear it?

Chu Huan, who had always been a man of final say, hesitated for a rare moment. He was silent for a moment, then took off a white jade Qilin pendant from his waist. The pendant was white in color, not pale, and had cloud patterns on it, looking agile and flying.

Without saying anything, he stuffed the jade pendant into Ning'er's palm, and then passed the black gold wire rope that hung the jade into the jade ring held by Ning'er.

The jade pendant felt warm and crystal clear to the touch, and its color was translucent. It was a piece of jade of excellent quality.

Ning'er looked at Chu Huan in surprise, but saw that he frowned slightly and explained, "Qilin is a benevolent and auspicious animal that can suppress evil. If you want to keep this jade ring with you, then put it together with the Qilin pendant. It can at least ward off some evil spirits."

As he spoke, Chu Huan took out a dark black handkerchief inlaid with red gold patterns from his lapel, wrapped the pendant and the jade ring in it, and put them neatly into the original wooden box.

He looked at the damaged box with a dissatisfied look on his face. "This is made of beech wood. You can use it for now. I will send someone to send you a better nanmu box later. You can exchange this box for it."

Ning Er couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Chu, do you also believe in such weird and supernatural things?"

Chu Huan took a deep look at Ning'er, and a ripple appeared in his eyes that were as quiet as a deep pool. He said softly, "I didn't really believe it at first, but after meeting Ning'er, I began to believe it a little."

Ordinary people in the world regard him as a wise and enlightened emperor who is in charge of the will of heaven and has the power of life and death.

But from the moment he sat alone in the Mingtang, he understood that the sky was nine levels high, and above the nine levels, there was only the Golden Palace, but no gods.

However, right in front of him at this moment, there was a Ning'er.

If there was no great power in the world that could bring people back to life and turn the world upside down, how could she have given him a living, talking and laughing Ning'er after she had bled to death?

Looking at Ning'er holding the wooden box carefully in her arms, Chu Huan thought that this was not enough.

He was thinking about when to go find the old monk in Chengguo Temple and find a way to have Ning'er's birth date and horoscope placed in the Chongnian Hall, which is dedicated to the country's fortune and position, so as to borrow the energy of the royal dragon vein to ward off evil.

In this way, no matter what strange witchcraft or evil spell there is, it can't hurt her at all.

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On the way out, Xiao Ding unexpectedly brought back a flawless white crane horse from somewhere. The horse was extremely docile and when it saw Ning'er, it actually bent its front hooves on its own initiative.

Chu Huan encouraged Ning'er with a smile, held the reins for her personally, taught her how to step into the stirrup, and with a gentle push of his other hand, allowed Ning'er to sit steadily on the saddle.

The first time she rode on horseback, Ning'er's eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

Yan Ling followed behind dejectedly, feeling frustrated once again. Why didn't he think that cars couldn't be driven in the narrow alleys, but horses could be driven!

The clatter of horse hooves meant she no longer had to hold up her skirt as she walked on the muddy path.

Chu Huan personally held the reins for Ning'er, while Xiao Ding led a majestic tall horse and followed behind the three of them.

The horse's body was as shiny as oil, without a single speck of other color, and its fur was so smooth that it shone like silk in the sunlight.

This made Ning'er turn her head to look. Compared with the black horse, the white horse under her was as delicate as a girl.

She asked Chu Huan: "Is that the legendary black horse?"

Chu Huan smiled and said, "The whole body of Wuzhui is shiny black, but its four hooves are as white as snow, so it is obviously not the horse. This one can be called the Stealing Li Horse, but I gave it another name."

Ning Er asked curiously, "What's it called?"

Chu Huan said: "All appearances are false. You can call it no appearance."

Ning'er slowly pondered the name in her heart, but then she heard Chu Huan say, "If Ning'er likes it, I'll teach you how to ride it."

Ning Er smiled and said, "Wu Xiang saw that it was a hero's horse. I have no merit or reward, so I am not worthy of riding it."

Just at this moment, the faceless horse shook its head and snorted, as if to respond to her words.

Chu Huan didn't expect Ning'er to say such a thing, and said in disagreement: "That's not right."

Ning'er sat high on the horse and tilted her head to look at Chu Huan who was walking beside her. Even though he was holding her horse, she still felt that this man's charm was even better than that of an immortal.

She was not wearing the veil at this time. Xiao Ding had received instructions earlier and had already driven away the people blocking the alley entrance so that Ning'er could ride through the alley without being disturbed.

When she passed by the Qian family's door, she saw that it was closed. Although the troublemakers had dispersed, she could still hear the extremely sad sobbing of a woman from inside.

Ning Er was silent for a long time before she asked, "How will the Qian family's farce end?"

But Yan Ling replied: "The Qian family couple usually extort money, take money and take children away. They are hated by gods and ghosts. Those who do evil will eventually perish. Even if we ignore them, they will die at the hands of those helpers sooner or later."

There was a strong sense of disgust in his tone, but he was thinking in his heart that the woman's behavior was so vicious and hateful that it would be hard to swallow to let her off so easily.

But it was a rare occasion for the girl to go out today, and if such a dirty little guy caused any trouble, it would probably ruin her mood.

Yan Ling looked at the family coldly. He would take care of it after the girl returned home.

What's more, the Qian family offended the girl so much. Let alone them, Yan Ling raised her head and glanced at Master Chu who was walking slowly with the reins on. Even this gentleman who looked upright and kind might use cruel means in private.

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?

Back then, Qian Lao San took advantage of Ning'er's mother's death and secretly seized her property by using the funeral arrangements. But now that he is dead, his family's wealth has been completely taken away by his brother using the same reason.

The Qian couple bullied the weak and took advantage of Ning'er because she lost her mother at a young age. I'm afraid that after the Qian woman dies, the same cruel fate will befall the orphan girl.

Yan Ling shook her head. In the end, it was too good for them. Ning'er was only six years old at that time, while Qian's fourth daughter was twelve now.

Ning'er didn't say much when she heard that, but just smiled, as if she had put all the dark memories of the past behind her.

Looking at that pair of clear eyes, Yan Ling's heart suddenly moved. He hurriedly took two steps forward and whispered, "Miss, please remember that after you return home, no matter who it is, you can't let him see the jade ring."

Ning Er turned around in surprise and saw Yan Ling's unwavering eyes. He emphasized again: "No matter who it is! Even if it's Chun Cao, or even... the Marquis!"