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

Even in a family like the Xinyuan Marquis Mansion, it was a rare thing to be given an imperial meal unless it was a festival.

"This is strange." Ning'er said in surprise. Even if the Marquis' Mansion received the emperor's reward, why would it be sent to her room?

"It's really a strange thing," Chuncao was always well-informed. "During the day, the Second Master clearly went to the banquet, but before dinner, news suddenly came. I don't know how, the Second Master was summoned by the emperor, and I heard that he responded appropriately when he entered the palace to meet the emperor, which made the emperor very happy."

"The emperor was grateful to the fathers, sons and brothers of the Marquis' Mansion, all of whom were loyal, faithful and courageous. Not only did he keep Master Yao to accompany him for dinner, he also bestowed great grace upon the Marquis' Mansion..."

"The emperor has spoken with great sincerity. In order to show Master Jia's loyalty and filial piety, he has rewarded Master Jia with 64 imperial meals."

Ning'er's eyes widened when she heard this. She put down her chopsticks and asked in disbelief, "Sixty-four?"

"That's right!" It was Lingzhi who answered. She was holding a cloisonné copper incense burner in her hand. Before anyone entered, wisps of strange fragrance wafted in through the embroidered curtain.

"It seems that the young lady slept soundly today, and did not hear the noisy clamor. I heard from my sister who was lucky enough to follow the emperor in front that the ceremony was truly spectacular!"

Lingzhi first carefully placed the incense burner on the altar, then sat down below Ning'er:

"I heard that the procession of ceremonial carriages for the banquet stretched ten miles away, and the main gate of the Marquis's residence was wide open. Our old lady, the Madam, and the Marquis's wife were so busy that they had to serve the meal, express gratitude, burn incense, and offer sacrifices... I don't know how long it took to finish."

Ning'er understood. No wonder the old lady didn't want anyone to come over to pay her respects today. She must have just had a rest now, so how could she have the energy to deal with them?

Chuncao pointed at the golden fish stew on Ning'er's table and added, "How dare the old lady neglect the gift from the emperor? She must accept it one by one, but how can she enjoy these 64 dishes of imperial cuisine?"

So he decided to distribute the rewards and allow all the courtyards in the palace to share in the grace of heaven.

Ning Er smiled and said, "I see. No wonder I am also lucky enough to have the chance to taste the imperial meal in the palace."

Chuncao followed with a smile: "That's right, fortunately the emperor is very insightful and the gifts he gave were not limited to fresh vegetables, but also sweet and salty cakes, dried meats, etc. Otherwise, wouldn't our old lady be unable to finish them even after dawn?"

Ning'er couldn't help laughing out loud, and the scene of Old Madam Zhu in full makeup and formal clothes, sitting there upright, eating heartily emerged in her mind.

She said in a false tone, "You are such a mischievous person! You dared to tease the old lady and even touch His Majesty."

Private jokes between the master and the servant may be jokes, but the saying "thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from heaven" is no joke.

Sometimes the emperor's rewards were so generous that the ministers were inexplicably terrified. Let's not talk about the distant past. There was a famous case during the reign of the previous emperor.

At that time, an old minister of two dynasties was seriously ill. Emperor Tianqing sympathized with his condition and personally went out of the palace to visit him, gave him medicine and condolences. The minister and his family were grateful for the grace of heaven and wept. However, when the emperor returned to the palace, the old minister's condition took a turn for the worse, and he died in less than three days.

Because of this matter, until the end of the Tianqing period, there were still many sour Confucian scholars who secretly wrote articles with innuendos, implying that the emperor was unkind.

Of course, Ning'er, a young girl in the boudoir, knew nothing about these old stories.

At this moment, in her heart, even though she moved into the Marquis' Mansion, the Emperor was still like the sun in the sky, a statue hanging high in the sky, so far away and out of reach.

It seemed as if both I and the Marquis were in different worlds.

But the deliciousness of this bowl of fish soup suddenly gave her a better idea of ​​the emperor sitting high on the throne.

It turns out that the emperor also needs to eat. This is something Ning'er has just realized. Not only does he need to eat, but he also eats in a very delicate and particular way.

A strange thought popped into her mind: what is the emperor like?

While thinking about this, Ning Er asked, "Sister, have you seen the emperor?"

Lingzhi was startled and said with a smile: "Miss, you are joking. How can I be so blessed! If I count the whole mansion, I am afraid that only the Marquis and the Second Master can have the blessing of seeing the emperor!"

Ning'er's eyes showed curiosity: "I wonder if His Majesty is particularly tall and majestic, like the Vajra Bodhisattva in the temple, which makes people afraid at first sight?"

Lingzhi and Chuncao looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ning'er always seemed well-behaved and sensible on weekdays, but after getting along with her for a long time, I realized that the girl would say some childish and silly things from time to time.

Lingzhi thought for a moment and said to Ning'er, "Miss, I'm curious, Your Majesty, isn't there a ready-made candidate in the palace?"

Ning'er couldn't help but ask: "Who is that?"

"Doctor Liu!"

Ning'er then realized, yes, Liu Ying, she had forgotten about her.

Didn't Liu Ying come to the Marquis' Mansion from the palace? In terms of her chance to see the emperor, I'm afraid that all the others combined are not as good as hers!

Ning Er just smiled and shook her head: "I was just talking about it in private. Why would I really go and ask people in the palace what the emperor looks like?"

Chuncao came over and said, "But I heard that the current emperor is still young!"

Ning'er didn't believe it. It was already the eighteenth year of Zhaoyuan. How young could the emperor be?

She secretly complained to herself, it couldn't be possible that he ascended the throne when he was still a little baby.

But Ning'er didn't expect that her unintentional joke would actually turn out to be the truth.

She was born in the countryside, and the people around her always worried about what to eat and drink. No one would have time to discuss the emperor's age.

Ning'er only knew that since she was born, the emperor was sitting on the dragon throne.

Their generation grew up under the majesty of Emperor Zhaoyuan.

Even the most stubborn boy in the neighborhood would kowtow to the south and pray for the emperor's longevity during the first month of the lunar year.

After Ning'er finished her meal, Lingzhi and the others cleared the dining table. As they were cleaning up, Chuncao suddenly looked outside the door and said with a smile:

"It's true, speak of the devil and he will appear!"

Ning'er looked and saw the maid guarding the gate opening the embroidered curtain, and a beautiful and charming girl walked in slowly - it was Liu Ying.

She walked over to Ning'er and sat down, then asked with a smile, "Who are you saying is Cao Cao?"

Ning Er was also happy to see her: "I was talking about you, the female Cao Cao. It's getting late, how come Sister Liu has time to come here?"

Liu Ying carefully observed Ning Er's expression under the candlelight: "I just returned home today, and I heard a lot of stories. I thought I would come to see you quickly. Are you frightened?"

Ning'er let her look her up and down and asked, "Doctor Liu, are you relieved?"

Liu Ying took her hand and sat down. Her tone was full of indescribable subtlety, and she said with a double meaning: "How can I be at ease?"

Ning Er held her hand, turned around and said, "You guys leave first. I want to have a private conversation with Sister Liu."

Lingzhi and Chuncao immediately thought of the silly things their girl had just said, and they couldn't help but smile at each other and retreated knowingly.

It was not until they were the only two left in the bedroom that Liu Ying's expression changed. She was silent for a long time before she spoke with some difficulty: "Did you see that person today?"

She asked vaguely, but Ning'er answered generously and clearly.

The tone was gentle and contained a smile, but it inexplicably made her feel a little afraid.

She stared at Liu Ying intently: "Sister, are you telling Ning Er that you are Mr. Chu's person?"