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

Chu Huan sat upright on the couch and lowered his head to look at the wooden box. The box was slender and delicate, only able to be held in one hand. There was only a roll of silk in the box, so it was naturally as light as a feather.

But at this moment, when he held it in his hands, it seemed as heavy as Mount Tai.

Chu Huan was a little afraid to open the wooden box. The hands that held the world in their hands trembled slightly at the few words of a little girl.

Wu Shilu knelt far away, silently turning himself into an incense burner in the hall, for fear of disturbing the emperor's interest.

In the silence that was as quiet as hearing a pin, the copper lock buckle popped open with a crisp "click".

Emperor Zhaoyuan stared at the apricot-yellow silk handkerchief for a long time, took a deep breath, and then gently picked it up from the box with his hands.

What caught the eye were a few lines of slightly childish handwriting, with ink marks of varying shades and depths, and the strokes were a bit crooked. Perhaps the writer could not find a desk and could only write hastily on the palm of his hand.

It wasn’t really a pretty note, but Chu Huan was so fascinated by it that he repeated the words silently.

Again.

Suddenly, Wu Shilu heard the emperor, who usually did not show his emotions, burst into a clear laugh. The laugh was extremely joyful, and it was a pure and warm joy that came from the bottom of his heart.

The emperor walked in front of him while laughing. He asked in a brisk tone with a smile on his face, "Wu Shilu, you have done a good job. I want to reward you. Just tell me what reward you want. I will grant it to you today!"

Wu Shilu has followed the emperor for more than twenty years, and this is the first time he has seen him so unconcealedly happy.

Even when Emperor Zhaoyuan took power and purged the government and the people and seized power, he had never felt such bright and straightforward joy.

Wu Shilu was overjoyed. He got up joyfully, bowed, and said, "Then please grant me another 9,900 years of life, so that I can live and serve you until the end of my life."

Chu Huan laughed when he heard this, and gave the sly guy a light kick, scolding him with a smile: "Slippery tongue!"

He waved his hand and said to Wu Shilu, who was fawning on him, "Haven't you always wanted to raise a son? I agree. Bring him to Qianming Palace and raise him there. You can decide what position to give him in the future."

Wu Shilu was overjoyed and knelt down to express her gratitude: "My Lord, I thank Your Majesty for your grace! I thank Your Majesty on behalf of my useless child!"

He said happily, "I'll bring the child to you after he's been trained to be like a human being."

Eunuchs like them could only serve their masters in the palace after they died. Therefore, since the previous dynasty, all eunuchs who had made a name for themselves would adopt sons to continue their family line and take care of them until they died.

This kind of adopted son is different from the verbal foster father and son among the eunuchs. He is an adopted son who has to go through the family tree and change his surname to return to the clan. In detail, he is no different from a biological son.

However, Wu Shilu had always known that Emperor Zhaoyuan liked to employ eunuchs who were clean and had no burden on others. So even though he had already reached this position and had found a child he liked, he never dared to ask for this favor.

Who would have thought that after completing such an easy task today, such a huge pie would fall from the sky, hitting him dizzy.

This is not Miss Ning at all, this is Bodhisattva Ning!

Just when he was feeling happy, Wu Shilu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He was shocked. He had never expressed his feelings to anyone before, so how did His Majesty know? It couldn't be that His Majesty could really read minds, could he?

There was a faint smile on the emperor's face, which was as white as snow on the mountain top.

Come on, stop guessing. What if Your Majesty is the Holy Emperor? It's natural that you understand the world and the human heart.

Wu Shilu simply stopped thinking about it and said tactfully, "I still ask the emperor to grant me another grace and give the child a name."

Emperor Zhaoyuan smiled and said, "Since he is your son, he will naturally have no shortage of wealth and honor. I only hope that he can be loyal and filial, and serve you as his father well. Just do your best."

Wu Shilu repeated it twice in his mouth, and he couldn't help but say: "Jinxin, Jinxin, this name is very good. I kowtow to Your Majesty on behalf of Jinxin."

He recited a Buddhist mantra. Even with his great concentration, he couldn't help but feel curious. What on earth did Master Ning write on the handkerchief to make the emperor so pleased?

Chu Huan just smiled and said nothing, as if he was holding a living treasure. Holding the wooden box, he went to the Duobao Pavilion in the Yuchen Hall, personally opened an exquisitely carved rosewood inlaid antique cabinet, and stored the wooden box preciously inside.

He gently stroked the apricot-yellow silk handkerchief, which felt as delicate and smooth as skin.

On it, Ning'er wrote carefully, word by word: Don't rush into getting married. Let me know in a letter before the marriage is decided. Please pay attention, very carefully.

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Ning'er was staring at the mirror in a daze, pulling at the cat-eye flowers on her hair in distress, feeling a little upset.

I was impulsive and wrote that sentence so directly. Now I regret it and it’s too late to take it back.

Oh my god, what would Chu Huan think of her when he saw her? He must feel that he was inexplicably confused.

The two of them were not related at all and had just met by chance. She had received his favors several times and before she had the chance to repay him, she got carried away and started to interfere in his marriage.

She was very conflicted at the time. On the one hand, for the sake of Miss Lin Ruozhan's reputation, she couldn't say anything to Chu Huanming; but on the other hand, she knew something was wrong but pretended to be completely ignorant and didn't say a word. This was really a betrayal of Chu Huan's kindness to her, which made her feel bad.

After thinking about it, Ning'er wanted to remind him indirectly that no matter who it happened to, Chu Huan should keep some heart.

But now that she had calmed down, she felt that something was wrong.

A young girl talked about marriage with a man of the right age and even wrote a serious note on it.

Ning'er covered her face, God, it was so embarrassing.

Her hair was tangled in a knot around the pearl hairpin and couldn't be untied. Now it was too late to regret.

Zishan had just taken out her dressing box and saw Ning'er had messed up her hair. She was startled and said, "Young lady, don't move."

She quickly put down the things in her hands, took the hairpin from Ning'er's head, and carefully parted her hair, scolding her: "Why did you do it yourself, young lady? You made your hair, which you have worked so hard to grow, frizzy."

When Ning'er first entered the mansion, her long hair looked haggard and pitiful, just like her owner.

I don't know how many precious nourishing herbs were used, combined with the carefully formulated ointments and hair powders, to gradually achieve today's smooth and shiny hair.

Although it is still not as good as the beautiful hair that noble ladies have grown since childhood, but when it is tied up, it does have a bit of the charm of black and white hair.

Zishan values ​​this hair three points more than Ning'er herself. How could he tolerate her fiddling with it so casually?

Ning Er was upset just now, so she didn't care about this. She smiled and said, "My dear sister, you have been wearing this hairpin and jewels for a whole day, and your neck is really sore. I am eager to take it off!"

Zishan laughed and said, "Young lady, do you think this little thing is too heavy now? What will you do when you get married and become a lady of the highest order, wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe?"