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

Yan Ling stood there, but his expression kept changing like a revolving lantern.

Chu Huan ignored Yan Ling's reaction. A faint smile was on his lips: "So Ning'er asked about me privately."

Ning'er suddenly opened her eyes wide, with a crystal teardrop hanging on her eyelashes. As she moved, it finally trembled slightly and fell down.

It just happened to fall on Chu Huan's face, which was as bright as the moon, causing his heart to tremble.

Ning'er saw that her tears had fallen onto his face and she reached out to wipe them away hastily. However, as soon as she let go, her upper body swayed and she was so scared that she grabbed Chu Huan's shoulders again.

But she didn't expect that Master Chu looked so thin, but he was so strong that he could hold her firmly on his arms. Her thoughts were wandering, but she still didn't forget to argue quietly: "I didn't ask you privately."

Chu Huan didn't wipe away the tear, but just smiled and said, "What's wrong with asking? Ning'er, if you want to know something, you don't have to ask anyone else, just ask me directly."

Ning'er looked down at Chu Huan. From this height, his eyebrows and eyes looked even deeper. She then remembered to ask him, "Mr. Chu, why are you here?"

He raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile: "Ning'er made an appointment, how could I not come?"

Ning'er thought to herself, as expected, the person who secretly sent her the flowery paper and fox fur was Chu Huan.

She thought of her name stored preciously in that exquisite jade box, and now he was holding her in his arms so solemnly.

Ning Er couldn't help but whispered, "Master Chu, put me down."

Chu Huan looked at Ning'er deeply, but leaned over slightly as she said and gently put her down.

With this interruption, Ning'er was able to break free from her previous sad mood and was no longer sad.

Seeing that Ning'er had stopped crying, Chu Huan nodded with satisfaction and explained to her in a low voice: "I was a little confused at that time. Did I act recklessly and scare you?"

Ning'er thought to herself, you scared me today.

When he was not sober, he would just appear and disappear to deliver some things, but now that he is sober, he comes to her house without any scruples.

She secretly glared at Chu Huan and said, "I only made an appointment with you in front of the alley, not at my house."

Chu Huan's smile deepened, and he admitted his fault obediently: "It's my fault, how is Chao Ning going to punish me?"

After hearing what he said, Ning'er softened her heart. In fact, today, it was thanks to him coming, otherwise she really didn't know how this situation would end.

Yan Ling came to her side and said bitterly: "Miss, it's all Yan Ling's inconsiderateness that has caused you trouble and fright."

She shifted her gaze to Yan Ling and comforted him: "How can I blame you? It was just an accident. I asked you to bring her here."

Yan Ling still felt very regretful. He shook his head and said, "That's not the case. It's because Yan Ling failed to fulfill his duty to protect the master and put you in danger several times."

With a complicated look, he glanced at the "Master Chu" mentioned by Ning'er, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Yan Ling thanks Master for saving me."

Hearing this, Chu Huan looked at Yan Ling seriously, and then called out, "Xiao Ding, come here."

The warrior with a high nose and deep eyes agreed. He first pulled out a soft rope from his waist, tied Qian Si's hands behind her back, and then came to stand beside his master.

Chu Huan pointed at Yan Ling and asked, "What do you think of this boy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ding stepped to Yan Ling's side and whispered, "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he clamped Yan Ling's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, like an iron palm, squeezed his muscles and bones inch by inch along his cervical vertebrae.

Yan Ling's forehead was throbbing with pain, and he finally let go of his hand and said, "Master, although this little brother was too lax in training and his defenses were lax, he still has a good physique. Although he is a little older, he should be able to turn around with proper training."

These words made Yan Ling's face turn green. He had been the master's most proud disciple since he was a child, and his talent in martial arts had even been praised by the Marquis.

In terms of diligence, he had been exercising every day since he was five or six years old and had never slacked off for a single day. However, in the eyes of these people, he sounded like a slack and lazy person.

But he also knew in his heart that this mysterious warrior's skills were so high that he had rarely seen him in his life, and he must be from a very important background.

Chu Huan said, "That's easy." He turned to look at Yan Ling and said calmly, "Although you are useless, you are sincere to your master. Since Ning'er likes you, let Xiao Ding teach you during this period of time."

"Only after you have learned well can I let you stay with Ning'er without any worries."

He settled the matter in just a few words, not caring at all that Yan Ling was Marquis Xinyuan's personal attendant.

But Yan Ling just couldn't feel the slightest bit of criticism or dissatisfaction. Instead, she subconsciously obeyed his words, as if this Master Chu was born to be superior to everyone else and he was the one who should give the orders.

Ning Er stared at Xiao Ding behind Chu Huan and felt that he looked familiar. Suddenly, she put her hand on her forehead and said, "Ah! It's you!"

She recalled the day of Flower Festival when she met Chu Huan on the mountain and hurried down, and met the sturdy and strong guard at the foot of the mountain.

At that time she thought he was a guard of the Marquis' Mansion, but it turned out that he was brought here by Chu Huan that day!

When Xiao Ding was looked at by Ning'er like this, his upright and cold face couldn't help but blush. His appearance was really too incongruous, and Yan Ling was speechless.

Chu Huan smiled and explained to Ning Er: "Xiao Dingsheng blushes when he sees a girl, you don't have to pay attention to it."

At this time, a "mumbling" sound was heard from the ground. It was Qian Sinu, who was anxious and angry when she saw that several people were only talking to each other, while tying her aside and treating her as air.

Ning Er just sighed and looked away when she saw her miserable appearance. Chu Huan walked up to Qian Si Nu and looked down at her.

He lowered his eyes, his handsome face was filled with ice and snow, just like the Jade-faced Yama who judges good and evil in hell.

"It seems you are not convinced?" He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the words he uttered made Qian Sinu shudder:

"I thought that today was Ning'er's good day, and I should have let you go. But you were so ungrateful that you had to bump into her and ruin her mood."

"Yan Ling," Chu Huan asked him, "Tell me, how should we deal with this kind of person?"

Yan Ling looked coldly at Qian Sinu, who was acting hypocritically. Recalling all the dirty things this family had done to Ning'er in the past, she was already filled with disgust.

He spat out two words coldly: "Deserve to be killed!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Yan Ling's pretty face. Even if such people were killed with a single sword, their evil deeds could not be washed away.

When Qian Si Nu heard this, she immediately struggled violently. Yan Ling saw the pearl hairpin that she was tightly holding in her hand and remembered the time when Ning'er gave it to her.

He couldn't help but say, "Even though your parents are so terrible, Miss Ning still cares about the friendship you shared with her. Until now, she only wants to be strangers to you. But you abused her feelings and coerced her with harsh words."

"If you have a little conscience, you should confess your parents' evil deeds in front of the Buddha every day!"

Chu Huan smiled coldly upon hearing this. He looked at Qian Si Nu as if he were looking at an insect: "Talking to them about parental love?"

He shook his head: "Ning'er, have you ever wondered why the Qian family has only one daughter, but her name is the Fourth Daughter?"