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

Taking advantage of the cover of the flower branches, Ning'er quickly whispered something into Lord Wu's ear.

His eyebrows raised slightly, but his expression remained motionless. He glanced at Ning'er almost imperceptibly, indicating that he had heard it.

Wu Shilu was very happy. He didn't check the almanac before going out today, but he still met a lucky star!

He glanced at the peach blossoms in the jade vase with a smile on his face, and said to Princess Linping in a refreshed manner, "I have completed the task assigned by the master, and I will leave first. I would also like to thank Her Royal Highness the Princess and Madam Ding for what happened today."

As he said this, he waved his hand and led several of his men out of Cuilu.

He came and left inexplicably, and Madam Ding was completely confused. She subconsciously looked at Lin Ping: "Princess, what's going on with this Lord Wu?"

Princess Linping stared at the figures of Wu Shilu and his party going away, and said indifferently: "Go back and tell your master that a Lord Wu wearing a dragon robe came to the mansion today, and he will understand."

When Mrs. Ding heard her say this, she had no choice but to say "yes". She glanced at the two girls standing hand in hand beside her, and then looked at the eldest princess.

Linping sighed secretly. Others did not recognize Wu Shilu, but she knew him clearly. He kept talking about "my master", which was obviously His Majesty in the Imperial City!

She certainly didn't think that her cold-hearted brother would suddenly have the urge to enjoy some romance.

According to his personality, if he really wanted these "four Jinshi", once an imperial decree was issued, the Duke Dingguo's Mansion would dig up the whole tree and transplant it to the imperial garden the next day.

Her eyes fell on Ning'er with some complexity. What kind of secrets did this girl, who made her feel pity at first sight, hide?

Staring at the face that made her feel strangely familiar, Lin Ping suddenly recalled that when she met with the emperor three months ago, Emperor Zhaoyuan casually mentioned to her: "Royal sister, the spring is so beautiful, why do you have to sit at home all day long?"

"If there's any spring wine and flower banquet you like, why not go there, so as not to waste the good times."

Because of this sentence, she had come to the daughter banquet of Duke Dingguo's Mansion today for some unknown reason. Linping realized the emperor's intention belatedly.

After returning home that day, the Duke of Ying came to look for her and said with a smile that the emperor had given her a pair of rare green jade bat-patterned ruyi for some unknown reason. She was puzzled at the time, as it was not a festival, and there was no merit or reward. Why would the emperor give this as a reward?

Now she finally understood, "Ruyi, Ruyi", the emperor was telling her to act according to his wishes.

Is there any need to ask what the emperor's intention is? Just look at the bottle of peach blossoms that Wu Shilu eagerly brought back to the palace and you will know.

If people inside and outside the palace saw this famous eunuch who commanded the Forbidden Palace and the most favored man by the emperor, being servile in front of this little girl whose family background was so humble that it was not worth mentioning, they would be so shocked that their eyes would fall out.

What else could she say or ask?

Not to mention that Ning'er was just involved in the quarrel between Lin Ruozhan and Lou Ying. Even if she really offended Ying'er, could she still go against the emperor's will and do anything to her?

Thinking of this, Lin Ping waved her hand somewhat disinterestedly and said to Mrs. Ding, "These are all girls' affairs, let them do it themselves."

Mrs. Ding still couldn't understand why the eldest princess changed her mind just by picking a flower, but her family was in the wrong in this matter, and she would love to avoid making a big deal out of it.

So he hurriedly echoed: "Her Royal Highness is kind and tolerant to us, which is a blessing for these girls."

When Lin Ping left, he glanced at Lin Ruozhen and Ning'er who were still standing respectfully beside him. Although he was dissatisfied with the girl from the Lin family, he only said lightly: "Since you are a lady from a wealthy family, you should behave in a demure and quiet manner. I hope you will take care of yourself."

After hearing this, Lin Ruozhen knew that the matter was over, so he bowed deeply and said, "Ruozhen appreciates the princess's teachings. Thank you, Your Highness." Ning'er also bowed.

Lin Ping nodded, and then left slowly, surrounded by the maids.

The princess brought a gust of fragrant wind with her movements, which still lingered in the air after everyone left. Lin Ruozhen patted his chest and said happily, "Good, I didn't expect Your Highness to let it go so easily. You are indeed tolerant and worthy of being the emperor's biological sister."

Ning Er saw that she had gotten rid of all her worries, and she felt relieved. She smiled and said, "The princess is as broad-minded as the sea, but we are just being mean and judging others."

Lin Ruozhen called a little boy over, asked the date and time, and said to Ning'er, "We have to go. The main banquet will start soon."

Ning Er nodded and said with a smile, "But I have to say goodbye to Sister Lin for a while."

Lin Ruozhan said, "That's right." Even though they were reluctant, the two had to separate for now and each go to find their elders to sit at the table.

She held Ning'er's hand and said sincerely, "Ning'er and I hit it off the moment we met, and we should see each other more often from now on."

Ning Er held her hand and said softly, "Of course, it's just that I can't go out as easily as my sister, so I hope you can come to see me more often."

The two said goodbye in front of Cuilu. Lin Ruozhan walked briskly towards the back first, but Ning'er deliberately slowed down. She walked in the green shade with her head down, thinking deeply about her worries in her heart.

Sure enough, within an incense stick of time, she turned the corner and saw Lord Wu standing in front of her waiting with a smile on his face. When he saw her, he bowed and said, "Thank you for waiting for a long time, Miss."

Ning Er saw that when he was alone, he was three times more respectful to her than before, and couldn't help but smile: "Master Wu, why do you have to be so polite?"

She thought of Xiao Ding, who was also a subordinate of Chu Huan. Although he had an icy face, he treated her with the same courtesy and politeness.

Ning Er couldn't help but wonder how Chu Huan mentioned him to them in private, and what instructions he gave them, asking them to treat him like an ancestor.

Wu Shilu said hurriedly, "I am not worthy of being called 'Sir' by the young lady. Please don't shorten my life. Just call me Wu Shilu."

Wu Shilu, this is an interesting name, but Ning'er couldn't bear to call someone who was much older than her by his name.

She smiled and said, "Since you are Mr. Chu's man, I won't be polite. Do you have paper and pen with you?"

Wu Shilu hurriedly pulled out a brocade embroidered bag from his bosom, took out a piece of silk that was half a foot square, and fished out a double-petaled bamboo pen from somewhere, and said with a smile, "I came out in a hurry, and I only brought these simple things with me. Miss, can you see if they are still usable?"

Ning Er took a look and saw that the bamboo pen and silk were both exquisite and lovely. She smiled and said, "What's wrong with that? I just need you to wait for a moment."

As she spoke, she gently picked up the Hunan pen and held the handkerchief in one hand. Wu Shilu had already wisely moved over, and when he was about to start writing, he felt a little hesitant.

After she was six years old, she seldom had time to write, but for fear of forgetting what her mother taught her when she was young, she would occasionally steal some time from her busy schedule to find sticks or stones to practice writing on the ground.

Although she could barely read and write, compared with Chu Huan's graceful handwriting, her handwriting looked like a child's scribbles, and she was inevitably a little embarrassed to show it to others.

Thinking of Chu Huan lovingly stroking the sloppy wooden tablet in front of his mother's grave, Ning'er encouraged herself and wrote down the words she had thought of in her mind a long time ago.

After carefully folding it, she solemnly handed the towel to Wu Shilu, reminding him: "You are not allowed to look at it. Give it directly to Chu Huan... No, Master Chu."

Ouch, listen! Wu Shilu's knees softened, and he almost knelt down to her. Since the late emperor passed away, who else in the world can call out the name "Chu Huan"?

But this little girl blurted it out so loudly. How dare you read her private conversation with the emperor?