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

Under the broad daylight, the wind blows in the forest.

After leaving the north of the city and walking north of the suburbs of Beijing for more than 20 miles, you will reach Sigu Mountain.

More than 20 years ago, this place was called Sigu Mountain.

Later, a down-and-out scholar who lived on the mountain and guarded tombs came to the mountain. He thought the name of the mountain was too ominous, so he personally erected a stone carving on the mountainside with three large characters engraved on it: Sigu Mountain.

The name gradually passed down, and by the time Ning'er was born, Sigu Mountain had already become a cemetery mountain known to everyone in the north city.

Because there are many people who died young in the mountains and the negative energy is strong, families that are a little more particular will restrain their children and not allow them to go to the mountains to play.

But Ning'er didn't have this taboo. Since she followed her mother's coffin up the mountain, she would come here several times every year alone.

Winter Solstice, New Year’s Eve, Qingming Festival, Ghost Festival, my mother’s birthday, and her memorial day.

As time went by, she no longer felt that the mountains were cold and gloomy. Instead, she felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, as if her mother was waiting for her there.

Come to think of it, this was the first time someone had accompanied her up the mountain.

The mountain road was difficult to travel, but Chu Huan refused to let her dismount. He only said, "The horse you are riding is a descendant of the ancient Qiang horse. Although it is not tall, it has great endurance and is good at climbing mountains."

"You need to rest for your illness. It's not appropriate to go into the mountains at this time. How can you risk climbing up by yourself?"

Yan Ling, however, advised from another angle: "Miss, you are not well yet, and I am afraid you can't walk very fast. The sun is almost at noon now, so it is better for you to ride up the mountain, so as not to delay your return home."

These words really convinced Ning'er, and she wrapped herself in a dark gray fur-lined cloak with a hood over the silver-gray cloak.

Before entering the mountain, Chu Huan took out the cloak from somewhere and put it on her, saying, "The wind is cold in Sigu Mountain. Although you are wearing a lot, it is still not warm enough."

Ning'er asked curiously, "Has Mr. Chu been here before? How does he know how hot or cold the mountain is?" Chu Huan must be from a noble family. Judging from his behavior, he would certainly not come to this remote and deserted cemetery.

Chu Huan glanced at the dense clouds floating in the middle of the mountain. There was a hint of smile in his eyes, and he nodded and said, "Indeed, I have been here before."

Ning Er couldn't help but ask, "When was it?"

Chu Huan smiled and looked at her, saying, "It was in a dream."

Ning'er thought Chu Huan was just teasing her after hearing this. She looked at him with a hint of anger. She was not a child anymore, so why did he always treat her like a child?

Looking at Ning'er's still childish face, he couldn't help but think of the scene when they first met here in their previous life.

At that time, he suffered from an inexplicable headache. Every night he had a splitting headache and could not sleep well.

The disease came so strangely and violently that the entire Imperial Hospital was helpless. Not only did the imperial doctors change one after another, but Wu Shilu, desperate for treatment, even invited the doctor from the Western Regions to the palace.

No matter how the doctors looked at it, they all concluded that the emperor was in good health and had no illness.

Later, it was his old friend, Master Fajing, who was then the abbot of Chengguo Temple, who took the initiative to go to the palace to meet him and asked him to move to the mountain gate.

After entering the Dharma room, Fa Jing put his hands together in front of his chest, bowed, and took out an ebony box inlaid with various treasures from a secret drawer. The box was sealed with a yellow label, on which there was a line of stone seal characters.

Fa Jing chanted the Buddha's name, but looked at Chu Huan: "Before Master passed away, he got a divination by chance, and asked us to seal it and worship it to God in twenty years."

Chu Huan's eyes fell on the box. The cinnabar on the seal had dimmed slightly, but the words on the signature were as clear as yesterday:

"If the emperor is ill, then he will be summoned."

Chu Huan took the silver knife and cut open the signature. There was nothing else in the box except a handwritten letter. He glanced at it casually and said to his old friend, "Nonsense."

Fa Jing bowed his head and said: "Master, your teachings are profound and you will never tell lies."

Chu Huan pushed the handwritten letter in front of Fa Jing and motioned for him to read it. This letter was the last writing left by Fa Jing's master, Master Xuanyi.

At that time, Xuan was over a hundred years old, and was almost at the end of his life. His handwriting was already erratic, but he wrote with certainty: The emperor is not ill, he has lost his soul.

Chu Huan shook his head with a smile. He was not the emperor of the previous dynasty who was obsessed with immortality, but an old monk who died twenty years ago came out and said that he had lost one soul and one spirit:

"I am not a child, my spirit has long been stable, how could I have lost my soul for no apparent reason?"

Fa Jing handed the seal under the handwritten letter to him and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you take it back to the palace? When the time comes, it may be able to relieve your worries."

Unexpectedly, after that day, Chu Huan's headache became more severe every night, but would get better at dawn, and this cycle repeated for twelve days.

He finally opened the letter and saw only a date and address left on it: February 28th, north of Sigu Mountain.

After setting the itinerary, Chu Huan's spirits gradually improved. On that day, he followed Fajing's instructions and walked alone along the mountain road without setting up guards at the foot of the mountain.

On this day, thick fog spread over the Sigu Mountain, covering the sky and the sun. It was in this forest of strange trees that Chu Huan met Ning'er.

She was already fourteen or fifteen years old then, much taller than she is now, but much thinner. Almost the only thing visible on her face was her pair of bright black eyes, and her lips were a very light pink, revealing her owner's overly weak physique.

But the strange thing was that as soon as Chu Huan saw her, he immediately believed the old monk Xuanyi's prediction. His soul and spirit were really left here.

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At this time, the Xinyuan Marquis’s mansion was in Guiyi Hall.

Shen Ruyao held onto her mother and refused to let go, her eyes sparkling, "Mother, you have to believe me, it's absolutely true! Fu'er's uncle saw Shen Chaoning leave the second door with his own eyes, without anyone by his side, and left the house with Yan Ling!"

Mrs. Luo was a little overwhelmed by her daughter's impulsive temper, so she just asked her:

"Tell me, who is this Fu'er's grandpa? Can he be trusted? Could it be that he has nothing else to do but watch the girl at the gate to see if she has a secret meeting with someone? If he does, he doesn't report it to the housekeeper's wife and then to me, but instead goes to tell you, a young lady in the boudoir?"

Shen Ruyao choked up when she heard this. She had not told her mother before, but she had secretly used money to ask Caitao to find a few clever servants in private.

Shen Chaoning stayed in the back house and it was not convenient for him to monitor, so he acted as a spy to keep an eye on Yan Ling's behavior.

Sure enough, within just a few days, she had caught him.

But if I said this, I would probably be scolded by my mother again. But if I could prove Shen Chaoning's crime, it would be worth it even if I was scolded by my mother ten times.

Shen Ruyao made up her mind and told her mother everything about the Flower Festival that day, how she had spied on the two men's movements in the carriage, how she had bribed her men to follow them, and how she had received the news today.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Luo not only did not scold her after hearing these words, but was pleasantly surprised. She waved her hand to let the serving maid go down, praising her: "I didn't expect that my Yao'er would improve a lot after learning a lesson."

As she spoke, she held Shen Ruyao in her arms and explained the situation to her in detail: "Just remember, since ancient times, catching an adulterer is always the same. Since your people found something wrong when they were leaving the house, they should have shouted it out on the spot. If this gets to the old lady, even the Marquis won't be able to save that girl's face."

"Now that all these reports have been made, no matter how certain they are, no one can convict him without seeing him."

Madam Luo raised her eyebrows and said, "For now, I'm afraid we have no choice but to send someone to guard the door. Then I'll help you find a way to ask the old lady to help us catch them when they return home!"