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

Zhu Zheng was hugged tightly from behind, her thin back pressed against the hot embrace, and an arm was firmly wrapped around her collarbone.

Rong Yan whispered, "I will pass on the disease to you."

We were so eager to stick together just now that it would have been too late. It doesn't matter if it was too late.

Zhu Zheng realized what she was expecting, her face burning as if it was roasted by fire, "What's the matter with that... I'm just sleepy, I'm not thinking about anything else, I just closed my eyes and I'm going to sleep."

"Yeah." Rong Yan rubbed his nose against her neck, "I know."

His last words were gentle, filled with unfinished tenderness, "...I'm the one who's always thinking."

Zhu Zheng only felt that he could hear a sense of restlessness. Hugging each other would not help him cool down, so she turned over and tried to move away, "Can you please let go a little..."

"Don't let go." Rong Yan held her hand, rubbing his fingertips on her wrist, "If you can't hold it firmly, you won't be able to find it."

Zhu Zheng felt that he was being unreasonable, and could hear his tiredness, so she had no choice but to stop moving and murmured, "Okay, there is a tranquilizer in the medicine, sir, don't force yourself, just go to sleep if you are sleepy."

The night was quiet. In the east corner of the room, there was a pot of moon orchid, which quietly opened its petals and emitted a delicate fragrance.

There was no conversation between the two. Just when Zhu Zheng thought Rong Yan had fallen asleep, her name was heard behind her ears.

"Zhu Zheng." he called.

"Yeah." Zhu Zheng snorted slightly in response.

"Zhu Zheng..."

"what happened?"

He continued as if in a trance, "Zhu Zheng."

Zhu Zheng shook her head and patted the back of his hand, "Don't call me Zhu Zheng, I can't run away..."

Rong Yan was silent for a while, half-closed his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. The soft black hair fell between the snow-white neck. He reached out and wrapped a strand around his knuckles. After a long time, he changed his mouth and called out.

"Zheng'er."

He was so close that Zhu Zheng could even feel the slight vibration of his chest. The two words that rolled out from the tip of his tongue were hoarse and sweet, and they drifted into her ears like light feathers.

"Zheng'er." He called again, hugging Zhu Zheng into his arms.

"What on earth do you want to do, my Lord?"

"Make me a purse." Rong Yan suddenly said.

Zhu Zheng was stunned, "Why?"

Why did he think of this? She remembered that Rong Yan liked to wear jade pendants and jade rings, but she had never seen him wear any scent sachets or pouches.

Rong Yan frowned and said, "They all have it, I want it too."

Zhu Zheng was puzzled, "Who are they?"

Rong Yan did not answer, but insisted, "Zheng'er, I want it."

Zhu Zheng felt like ants were crawling all over her body after being called that. She couldn't even speak clearly. "I, I don't know how to do that..."

A wave of warmth covered the tip of her ear, and Rong Yan rubbed her again, "Anything else is fine, anything is fine."

The soft and slow tone of voice made Zhu Zheng lose her temper and she could only compromise and said, "Okay, what pattern do you want..."

Rong Yan's hot breath brushed across her collar, and he whispered, "Yuanyang."

Mandarin duck purse...

It's just so ordinary and a bit cliché.

Zhu Zheng certainly knew what it meant for a man and a woman to want this.

She had never given this to anyone before, and she actually felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to ask a few more questions, but the breathing behind her gradually became calmer, and it seemed that she was about to fall asleep.

"Sir?" Zhu Zheng called softly.

The adults didn't react.

In the end, she couldn't bear to scream anymore, so Zhu Zheng curled up her hands and feet obediently. Rong Yan's arms were lying across the pillow and she was holding them down, his hands hanging on the edge of the bed, and even his wrist bones looked as smooth as a jade.

Zhu Zheng stared at it in a daze for a while, and as she stared, her eyelids began to grow heavy.

The rain stopped, the thin clouds dispersed, and the silver moon's bright light once again filled the sky and earth.

The wind blew up the gauze on the window, and half of the moonlight flowed in, illuminating the two people who were sleeping in harmony on the couch.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Zheng was awakened by the heat.

There was a big stove behind her, and she looked like a sugar man held in Rong Yan's arms, as if he was going to melt her alive.

Zhu Zheng turned her head and saw the person lying beside her with his eyes closed, breathing deeply, sleeping soundly.

When they were in Chengxu Mountain, she said that he didn't sleep well. Actually, it wasn't that bad, he just had to hold something. This time, because he was sick, even the strength of his hug was much weaker.

Just listening to what happened in the court made people feel that it was difficult to deal with it and it was exhausting. She had just learned some secrets from Fang Xichen, that the Grand Tutor, who she once thought was invincible, had so many worries.

Seeing him sick, Zhu Zheng felt depressed and unhappy for no reason.

After not seeing him for half a month, he had forgotten how to eat and sleep properly, and his cheeks seemed to have become thinner.

A few strands of messy hair fell on the bridge of his nose. Zhu Zheng reached out, pushed the hair aside and sorted it out, tracing his cheekbone with her fingertips.

Rong Yan doesn't like to laugh and always frowns unconsciously. When he frowns, he looks intimidating without even getting angry.

With his eyes closed so quietly, his solemn temperament softened, leaving only an elegant outline, like the moon in the sky shining on a mountain spring, which makes people feel soft.

Zhu Zheng rested her head on his hand, her heart softened as she looked at his sleeping face. Her mind wandered for a moment, and she raised her chin, moved closer, and gently touched his lips.

Feeling the warm touch, Zhu Zheng realized what she was doing in a flash. She stepped back, threw back the quilt and sat up.

She sat there for a while, scratched her hair blankly, climbed down from the couch using her hands and feet, opened the door and went out in a few steps.

The night was clear after the sudden rain stopped, and a cool breeze filled her chest, calming her hot heart.

Zhu Zheng took two steps forward, then suddenly returned to the room and covered Rong Yan with the messed-up quilt again.

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The sky brightened, illuminating the dark blue bed curtains, on which were embroidered several white cranes that seemed to be about to take flight.

Zhu Zheng was a little confused when she opened her eyes. She remembered that she seemed to get up in the second half of the night and went to sleep in the guest room. How come she woke up in this room?

She turned her head and looked to the side, and there was no one on the couch.

Last night’s whispers seemed like a dream. Looking back, I didn’t even take a good look at Rong Yan.

Zhu Zheng put on her clothes and came out, just in time to run into An Fengxue at the door, "Where's the master?"

"I went to court," she replied.

Zhu Zheng frowned, "Is he feeling better now?"

He is in such a hurry to go back. Can't he leave the court for a moment?

"Okay." An Fengxue recalled the master's energetic look when he woke up in the morning, and replied calmly, "The master said that you don't have to worry about him. You can stay at the mansion today or go back to Tingxiao Garden. He will be back at about twilight hour, so don't wait for him."

Zhu Zheng chose to listen to Xiao Yuan and others.

On the way back, I stopped by a fabric shop to pick out some silk fabrics, threads, and some mandarin duck paper patterns.

Rong Yan really gave her a difficult problem: to embroider a purse or a mandarin duck purse.

Whenever he chose other patterns, he would ask his sister for help, but once Yuanyang opened her mouth, even eight mouths could not explain it.

After Zhu Zheng returned, she studied it for a while and the mandarin duck she embroidered looked half like a chicken and half like a duck.

The combination is strong and agile... If it was hung on Rong Yan's waist, he would be laughed at by his peers.

After struggling for half a day, Zhu Zheng finally gave up hope on her needlework. In order to prevent Rong Yan from being laughed at by others, she took the embroidery cloth to the backyard to find her sister.

When I entered the room, Zhu Qing was making tiger-head shoes in the small embroidery room. The table was covered with cloth patterns, ranging from an inch long to a palm long, lined up neatly on the table.

Ever since Zhu Qing knew she was going to be a mother, she showed neither joy nor anxiety or worry. She has been very calm, too calm.

It has been more than six months already, and this is the first time that Zhu Zheng has seen Zhu Qing take the initiative to buy clothes for the child. It is a good sign.

"Sister, why did you do so much at once?" Zhu Zheng sat down next to her and picked up a pair of tiger-head shoes and put them on her hands. "They should be enough to last until I'm ten years old."

Zhu Qing smiled calmly, "I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

Zhu Zheng was dazzled by the sight. Suddenly, she saw a pair of large shoes next to the small tiger-head shoes. She asked curiously, "Why are these shoes so big?"

"This pair is for you." Zhu Qing looked up. "You didn't wear them when you were a child, so I'll give you a pair now."

Zhu Zheng was stunned, "Sister, you're treating me like a child again."

"Why aren't you a child anymore?" Zhu Qing smiled tenderly, "With sister, Zheng'er will never have to grow up."

Zhu Zheng almost cried because of her sister's words. Zhu Qing saw that she looked unhappy and stopped what he was doing. "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zheng shook her head, collected her thoughts, and changed the subject, "By the way, sister, have you thought of a name for my little nephew?"

The shadows of the green leaves outside the window were reflected on Zhu Qing. She was silent for a while and said thoughtfully, "I've decided, call her Ping'er."

"Ping'er? Is it a boy's name or a girl's name?"

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, we'll call them Ping'er."

"Ping'er, little Ping'er." Zhu Zheng repeated it twice. "What a nice name my sister gave me. It's just as nice as the one she gave me."

Zhu Qing put down the embroidery thread and said, "I didn't give you your name, but Dad did."

Zhu Zheng was stunned, "How is that possible?"

"We must defend the peace and tranquility." Zhu Qing said slowly, "Father said that no matter whether we are boys or girls, we must be outstanding and prosperous."

"I didn't have time to decide on a word, so I'll let my sister choose it for you. Whether it's up, left, or right, our Zheng'er will be a free little kite. When it wants to fly, it will go up to the blue sky. When it doesn't want to fly anymore, it will land on the ground and be stored away properly."

Zhu Qing touched Zhu Zheng's round head and said, "Sister will always help you hold the rope. You don't have to worry about anything and you don't have to be afraid of anything."

For a long time, in my grandmother's mouth, Zhu Zheng was a debt collector who was born with a tough life and could not get the abortion even after drinking three bowls of abortion medicine.

It turned out that someone had been looking forward to her birth and had already given her a name.

These words unravelled an old worry. Zhu Zheng felt a sour feeling in her nose, and all the new and old grievances in her heart surged up, causing even tears to well up in her eyes.

She buried her face in her sister's arms and was about to act coquettishly when there was a knock on the door.

It was at the gate of the courtyard, two very light knocks, neither fast nor slow, the usual way of knocking when a visitor came.

Zhu Zheng held back her tears. Since she came to see her sister, she sent An Fengxue away early and told her not to ask her where she was going in the afternoon.

There will definitely be no visitors to my sister's place. I wonder if An Fengxue came here for something urgent.

Zhu Qing stood up and prepared to go out to take a look, but Zhu Zheng stood up first, took something out of his arms and stuffed it into Zhu Qing's pocket.

"Why are there customers? I'll take a look. Sister, can you help me figure out how to embroider this water bird?"

After Zhu Zheng finished speaking, she trotted to the courtyard gate, opened the door a crack, and looked around vigilantly.

The door was empty, but no one was waiting.

If it were An Fengxue, she would definitely not hide.

If not, who could have skipped the front yard and gone straight into the backyard to knock on the door?

Zhu Zheng sensed something was wrong and wanted to go to the front yard to find An Fengxue to ask.

Just after taking two steps, a noise came from the side behind.

She felt a chill in her heart, and before she could turn around, a long sword stretched out from behind and pressed against her neck.