Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

According to the gatekeeper, the Grand Tutor has been living in the temporary palace recently and has not returned home for a long time.

An Fengxue wanted to talk about it another day, but she refused. She took Zhu Zheng all the way to the Pianhua Hall in the Taifu Mansion and went to the palace to deliver the letter herself.

Zhu Zheng waited for Rong Yan with a pot of tea. She refilled the tea when it got cold, and waited until the sun set in the west and the moon rose in the east, but she didn't see a single person.

As night fell, the sky changed, dark clouds gathered, and heavy rain began to fall.

She thought Rong Yan would not return to the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Just when she was wondering whether to leave or stay, there was a noise outside the door, and An Fengxue popped her head out, "Fourth Miss, the master is back."

Zhu Zheng quickly got up and went out. From a distance, she saw Liu Feng holding an umbrella and supporting someone. He called out, "Fourth Miss!"

Zhu Zheng walked over quickly, but before she could see what was going on, the person on Liu Feng fell towards her.

She subconsciously reached out to catch it and was hugged tightly. The faint scent of cold plum blossoms mixed with moisture hit her face.

"What's wrong, sir?" Zhu Zheng asked.

"You have been busy with official duties recently, and you have been worried and toiling day and night. You caught a cold a few days ago, and you haven't taken medicine properly, and you won't stop to rest."

Liu Feng reported sadly, "My lord got up late this morning and looked very bad. I secretly sent Doctor Wen over. He had just prepared some medicine and hadn't had time to boil it yet. My lord heard the news from Sister Xue that the young lady had come to the mansion, so he had to come back to see her."

Zhu Zheng frowned and touched Rong Yan's forehead. As expected, she felt an unusual heat. She put her arms around the man and walked towards the bedroom. Liu Feng followed with an umbrella. When they reached the bedroom door, they wanted to go in, but were pulled away by An Fengxue.

The adult walked unsteadily, his slow steps staggering. Zhu Zheng hugged his waist and finally dragged and carried him into the room.

As soon as she touched the edge of the bed, she loosened her grip and the mountain-like man fell down with her. Zhu Zheng was pinned down by him. The handsome face in front of her looked pale, with a reddish look of illness. His eyes were half-open and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You came to see me."

There was the sound of light rain outside the window. The tent was dark and Zhu Zheng couldn't see his eyes clearly. She only heard this opening remark. Then she remembered that she had no idea he was sick. She felt inexplicably guilty.

Zhu Zheng didn't say anything. She wanted to sit up and light a lamp, but Rong Yan held her down and refused to move. He buried his face in her shoulder and sighed deeply. His usually clear and deep voice became extremely hoarse.

"Let me hold you for a while, please..."

His outer robe was soaked with the cold dampness of the night rain. If he delayed any longer, he might get even sicker. Zhu Zheng pushed him away cruelly and said, "Hurry up and change your wet clothes."

Zhu Zheng stood up, found a small candlestick in the room and lit it, and a faint warm light was lit in the bedroom.

After being pushed away by Zhu Zheng, Rong Yan turned over and lay on the couch without moving, like a sick cat with long arms and legs, half dead.

Seeing that he seemed unable to take care of himself, Zhu Zheng swiftly helped him unbutton his shirt and unbutton his belt, and quickly stripped off layer after layer of wet clothes. The skin that her fingertips accidentally touched was terribly hot.

Her little face was tense. After taking off her clothes, she helped him lean against the bedpost, knelt on the couch, and took a dry cloth to wipe his hair.

Because Zhu Zheng sat up straight, Rong Yan was half lying down, taller than him. Rong Yan obediently raised his head and let her do whatever she wanted. After wiping for a while, he came to grab her hand, which made Zhu Zheng so angry that she slapped him and said, "Sir, stop making trouble."

The backs of hands touched each other with a loud sound. Rong Yan tilted his chin up slightly, looked at her with a pair of red eyes, and suddenly said, "You are unhappy."

Zhu Zheng was stunned and uttered a muffled "hmm".

Maybe it was because her face was too solemn and serious that he asked this question. In fact, before Rong Yan asked, Zhu Zheng didn't realize that she was unhappy. How many people can be happy when seeing someone sick?

Rong Yan was silent for a while, but asked, "Why?"

Zhu Zheng covered his head with a piece of cloth and asked, "Sir, do you still dare to ask why?"

Rong Yan's eyes were a little scattered, not as bright as before, and he said slowly, "I thought you were waiting for me to come back."

"Who is waiting for you?" Zhu Zheng frowned and asked, "My lord, don't you know it's raining? You don't go to the doctor when you're sick, and you don't take the medicine you've been given. You're guarding the Imperial Hospital in the palace, but you're going back and forth in the rain. Do you think you have a strong character?"

Rong Yan's eyes darkened, "So, you don't want me to come back?"

Zhu Zheng still frowned, and was speechless for a while. During this silence, Rong Yan was about to stand up, and Zhu Zheng quickly held his shoulder, "Sir, are you going to piss me off to death?"

Rong Yan looked up at her, "Is it impossible for me to calm down if I leave now?"

"Of course not!"

Because he was sick, the thin skin under his eyes was burned red, showing a complete confusion.

"Then you want me to..."

Zhu Zheng knew that she couldn't reason with him, so she pushed him down angrily and said, "Lie down."

Seeing Zhu Zheng turning around to leave, Rong Yan grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going to bring you medicine, ancestor."

Liu Feng prepared the medicine, and when Zhu Zheng brought it back, Rong Yan was half leaning against the bedpost with his eyes closed. He looked particularly pale under the flickering candlelight, and his eyebrows were covered by Zhu Zheng's messed up hair, making him look a bit pitiful.

"Take the medicine." Zhu Zheng brought the medicine bowl closer and said softly.

Hearing this, Rong Yan raised his eyes slightly, tilted his head and looked at Zhu Zheng, without moving or responding, as if he only had the strength to breathe.

Zhu Zheng pulled out a soft pillow and placed it high behind Rong Yan, then obediently picked up the spoon to feed him. As soon as the spoon touched Rong Yan's lips, his brows drooped and he uttered a word.

"bitter."

Zhu Zheng said in a good-tempered manner, "How can medicine not be bitter? Only after drinking it can the disease be cured."

Rong Yan turned his face away, and Su Lai's calm voice was tinged with illness, as if he was being naughty, "I don't want to drink."

Zhu Zheng was a little stunned holding the medicine bowl, "Sir..."

Rong Yan seemed to have a bitter look on his face, and he lowered his eyes and said, "When you recover, you will leave."

How could this sick cat have any reason? Did he think she was an invited imperial physician? Zhu Zheng was choked by him and wanted to laugh. She pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't take the medicine, I'll leave now."

Rong Yan turned to look at her for a while, then put his hand over hers, holding the medicine bowl but not taking it completely. His handsome chin rested on her wrist, and he drank the medicine in one gulp from her hand.

It would have been nice if it had happened earlier.

Zhu Zheng touched his head with relief. After Rong Yan finished drinking the medicine, he did not let go of her hand. He took the medicine bowl with his other hand and put it on the table, then took her hand and put it against his face.

The heat on his cheeks rubbed against Zhu Zheng's slightly cool palms, and she began to feel hot as well...

Zhu Zheng struggled with her wrist, and Rong Yan immediately frowned and held her tighter.

"Uncomfortable..."

Zhu Zheng pushed him and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down."

Rong Yan was pushed away for the second time. He sighed slowly and fell on his back on the couch, his chest rising and falling gently.

The man who usually dressed very neatly now had his clothes wide open, and most of his clothes had been taken off, leaving only a loose undershirt. Most of his chest, waist and abdomen were exposed, covered with a thin layer of sweat, which was slightly shiny under the candlelight.

Taking the antipyretic medicine will make you sweat. Zhu Zheng struggled for a while between the idea of ​​not looking at what is inappropriate and the doctor's kindness, and finally decided to help him wipe the sweat off his face.

Zhu Zheng soaked a few handkerchiefs in warm water and her hands stumbled as she passed over his body. The vague touch did not make Rong Yan feel any better. Instead, it caused an unbearable burning sensation deep in his bones and blood.

Rong Yan leaned sideways, silently allowing the burning heat inside and outside to consume him, his eyes deeply locked on Zhu Zheng's face, without blinking.

Zhu Zheng, who was working diligently, was frightened by his overly focused gaze and finally couldn't help but stop and asked, "What are you looking at, sir?"

Rong Yan answered irrelevantly, and said in a bland tone, "It's been a long time since I last saw you."

Zhu Zheng understood what he was talking about and twisted her handkerchief in embarrassment, "Only three to five days..."

"The sixteenth day." Rong Yan said confidently, "A full sixteen days."

"Has it been that long?"

Zhu Zheng didn't realize that since she moved into Tingxiaoyuan, she had actually become indifferent to the days.

The dark bed curtain had half fallen down at some point, creating a quiet and narrow space on the couch, and the remaining candle seemed to be getting dimmer.

Rong Yan suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, "Are you tired of me?"

Zhu Zheng didn't know where this question came from, "Why do you ask that, sir?"

Rong Yan lowered his eyelashes, "I have been thinking about a lot of things recently. I have figured out some things, but there are still many things I don't understand."

"Maybe I'm greedy, maybe I'm too eager for quick success, but I did something wrong. If I make you angry, just vent it out with me. I can beat you or scold you..." He looked back at Zhu Zheng and said in a deep voice, "Don't ignore me."

Zhu Zheng only half understood what he said, and realized that Rong Yan was reflecting on himself because of his neglect.

If he hadn't happened to be ill, she would have come here today to explain the matter, and she would have said directly, "There is nothing wrong with you, sir. I don't want to see you, but I don't want to distract you anymore. Living in Tingxiao Garden instead of returning home will inevitably lead to people talking about you, which will damage your reputation..."

Rong Yan's eyes darkened slightly, "Just for those irrelevant people?"

Seeing that he still didn't take it seriously, Zhu Zheng said seriously, "It's not an irrelevant person. The rumors are groundless. Sir, you must not take it lightly. You can't guarantee that you won't suffer greatly from it in the future."

Rong Yan leaned back, raised his hand to cover his brow, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you ever thought that maybe those rumors are not all false, maybe I am not deeply hurt by them at all, but I am happy to accept them..."

His tone was light and hoarse, with an unclear meaning. Zhu Zheng swallowed and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"

"What I mean is..." Rong Yan put down his hand, his eyes no longer able to conceal the tenderness and affection, staring into her eyes and said, "Zhu Zheng, what I feel for you, isn't it obvious enough?"