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

Yan Ling immediately lifted Qian Sinu up from the ground with a cold face and shouted coldly: "The girl treated you politely, how dare you threaten her."

Qian Sinu struggled and shouted:

"Ning'er, Ning'er! You can't ignore my mother. It was my mother who found you a job so that you could have something to eat! If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be alive today, and how could you enjoy this rich life!"

After hearing this, Yan Ling's face became even uglier, but he looked at Ning'er's expression, fearing that she would be sad.

Seeing Yan Ling stop moving, Qian Si Nu chattered even more: "Your mother is dead. If my father hadn't collected the body and found someone to take it to the mountain to bury it for you, your mother would have rotted into bones in the room!"

"Now that my father is gone, how can you be so ungrateful?!"

Ning'er could still tolerate it if it was something else, but when she heard Qian Sinv insulting her deceased mother in such a way, she could no longer bear it.

She had a gloomy face and was too angry to say anything more. She just ordered, "Yan Ling, send her back for me!"

Yan Ling responded and was about to pull the person out, but the girl bent down, hugged Ning'er's thighs, and refused to let go, crying and cursing.

Yan Ling was extremely angry, but was also afraid that a big move might hurt Ning'er by mistake.

Just as he was sweating profusely from anxiety, he heard a man's clear voice suddenly coming from the courtyard, scolding: "Useless thing, is this how you protect your master?"

As he spoke, a stern warrior with a high nose and deep eyes appeared from behind him, picked up a stone and threw it right between Qian Si's elbows.

Qian Sinu's arm suddenly felt unbearable pain and she subconsciously loosened her arm. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the warrior stepped over, grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled and pushed her away from Ning'er.

Yan Ling heaved a sigh of relief, but saw that the girl was restrained, her eyes were filled with hatred, and she cursed:

"Now you are so proud, relying on your numbers to bully me! You will die soon, just like your mother!"

Before he could get angry, the man who spoke earlier walked to Ning'er and said calmly, "Shut her mouth."

The tall and strong warrior took out a piece of cotton cloth from somewhere and stuffed it into Qian Si's mouth.

The man looked at Ning'er first, then said, "You think Ning'er has received the kindness of your parents, so now I must repay you, otherwise I would be ungrateful?"

After hearing this, Qian Sier nodded vigorously.

The man continued, "It seems that your parents never told you. Your father bullied Ning'er's mother when she was alive. After she died, he took advantage of her and took away the treasures left by her mother, which were enough for her to live on for more than ten years, under the pretext of a funeral!"

"Your mother still didn't have enough money after making this fortune, so she even wanted to sell Ning'er to a matchmaker. But she was seriously ill at the time and refused to even accept a beggar! So she had no choice but to let her go to work, and the half-grown child was treated like an adult to do hard labor. Your mother deducted 95% of the money she earned, and only kept 50% to send her to eat cold meals."

The man's face was as gloomy as water, but he smiled in anger and nodded: "That's not nonsense, it really gives her a meal."

"Even so, he just saw her as a rare commodity. He planned to wait until she was twelve or thirteen years old and able to stand on her own feet, and then sell her as a grown-up girl to make some money."

"If Ning'er hadn't been so smart that she saw through your mother's trick early and ran away during the heavy snow, she would have been sold into prostitution in the first month of the year."

"Such a person who has committed so many evil things should be killed!"

When Yan Ling heard this, her heart felt like it was being tossed into a frying pan and her eyes were red with hatred. She deeply regretted that she had been deceived and allowed such a person to offend the girl.

Ning'er was already in tears. All the pain, grievance and depression that she had been suppressing deep in her heart were suddenly spoken out.

She was sad and happy at the same time!

I don't have time to explore those old events and why they are known so clearly by others.

With tears in her eyes, Ning'er stared at Qian Sinv's face, which was distorted with resentment and shock.

Enough, enough!

She had long wanted to say these words to her.

She had long been fed up with their attitude of regarding themselves as her benefactors!

Ning'er covered her face with her hands, but tears kept dripping from between her fingers.

"Ning'er, Ning'er, don't be sad, it's all over." His voice was as gentle as the evening moon in the sky. He gently put his hand on Ning'er's shoulder and slowly comforted her.

With tears in her eyes, Ning'er looked up at the man who had once again saved her in times of crisis.

Unlike before, perhaps because he was riding a horse, he wore a dark waisted robe with arrow sleeves today, a white jade ring on his waist, and a pure black hair crown on his head. Compared with the celestial outfit he wore last time, he looked even more like a mantis or a crane, with a monkey's back and a wasp's waist.

Ning'er called out mournfully, "Master Chu." Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads.

Chu Huan leaned over, took out a smooth silk scarf from his arms, and pressed it lightly under Ning'er's eyelashes without hesitation, gently wiping her tears: "Good Ning'er, cry slower, okay?"

Ning'er felt embarrassed belatedly for being coaxed like a child, but for some reason, she felt a strong sense of intimacy from Chu Huan.

It was as if he was a family member or elder that she could rely on wholeheartedly, making her want to throw herself into his arms and cry her heart out.

Chu Huan seemed to see through what she was thinking. He bent down slightly, supported her knees with one hand and protected her behind with the other hand. With a little force, he picked up Ning'er with one hand as if he was holding a child.

Ning'er was so surprised that she forgot to struggle and let Chu Huan hold her up high.

By the time she reacted, she found herself sitting in his arms, suddenly half a head taller than everyone else.

She hugged Chu Huan's neck in panic and forgot to cry for a moment.

After a long time, her face turned red from her neck to her cheeks, and she hurriedly whispered, "Master Chu, put me down!"

But Ning'er really missed the feeling of being held like a child, so her struggle was insignificant.

Chu Huan seemed to know what she was thinking, and smiled softly: "Ning'er is still a child, so gentle, what is there to be embarrassed about?"

Chu Huan was telling the truth. Ning'er was as slender as a feather, and he could lift her up without much effort.

He thought to himself that this wouldn't work, he had to find a cook who suited her taste and feed her better.

Almost in a moment, the situation before him changed unexpectedly, and Yan Ling was stunned in place by this series of unexpected events.

It was not until he saw Ning'er being lifted up by the strange man that he came to his senses from the shock and said hurriedly, "Girl!"

Then he heard Ning'er still crying, blushing, and a little embarrassed as she introduced him: "Brother Yan Ling, this, this is the Master Chu that I asked you about last time."

Yan Ling was stunned by the thunder. He quickly took another look at Mr. Chu, who had eyebrows flying into his temples and looked so noble.

That face was so handsome and handsome that he didn't look like an ordinary person.

But, but this is not the Second Young Master Chu that he met last time!