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

The lights were soon rekindled.

As the room lit up, Rong Yan subconsciously tried to put on his clothes, but Zhu Zheng raised her hand to stop him.

She put the lighter aside and her hands were shaking as she took off Rong Yan's clothes. There was almost no good place on his back. It was covered with long and short whip marks, so dense that it was shocking.

Some of them had turned into light bruises, and in some deeper places there were blood scabs, and you could feel some convex marks.

No wonder you had to blow out the lights.

Zhu Zheng pulled Rong Yan's pajamas, curled her lips, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered that she wanted to cry when she first saw him. She had always wanted to cry these days, but her tears had dried up.

Rong Yan immediately panicked.

I have never had any talent for coaxing people, and I even made them cry.

Rong Yan wiped her tears with his palm and comforted her softly, "It's not a big deal, it's almost healed."

Once you are in the imperial prison, you should be treated like that. At that time, he thought there was no need to draw attention to such details and lay the hidden danger of failure, so he insisted on being punished.

I never thought that this day would come.

It brought him to a pool of tears that he couldn't even handle.

Zhu Zheng wiped his face. It couldn't be a big deal. He had so many injuries and he still let her press on him. He really thought he was an unconscious wooden stake.

"And you didn't tell me..." She choked up, "You never said a word when you were hurt. Who taught you to..."

Before Rong Yan could say anything else, Zhu Zheng had already jumped off the bed.

Not long after, he came back with the medicine box.

"Sit down." She frowned.

Compared to applying the medicine, Rong Yan wanted to continue what he had just been interrupted, but seeing Zhu Zheng's serious expression, he had no choice but to cooperate and undress.

In the flickering candlelight, the bruises on the thin white skin of the back were eye-catching, showing a strong peony color. Several wounds were open, and faint bloodstains stained the clothes red.

Zhu Zheng held a small celadon bottle, with a serious face, and applied medicine to him carefully.

The ointment felt cool and a little stinging when applied to the body, but it could not cover the itch brought by her fingertips. In addition, Zhu Zheng would lean over from time to time and blow on the whip marks, like a seductive light feather, blowing Rong Yan's brows slightly, half tilting his head back, and clenching his ten fingers into fists.

He felt that applying medicine was more unbearable than being tortured.

But Zhu Zheng was completely unaware. After applying the medicine, he wanted to check his whole body, including his shoulders, back, waist and legs. He was also asked to open his mouth to see if he had any missing teeth.

Rong Yan was distracted by her random touching, and his light-colored eyes were filled with mist. He couldn't help but stop her hands from setting fire everywhere, "Okay."

Zhu Zheng sniffed and said, "I haven't finished the inspection yet."

Rong Yan shook his head, "No other injuries."

Zhu Zheng didn't believe it, "Take off all your clothes."

Rong Yan protected his shirt and said, "Really not."

Zhu Zheng stared at him suspiciously for a while. Rong Yan looked calm, but felt empty in his arms. Just as he was about to reach out to pull her, he was pushed down on the couch and covered his eyes.

"Go to bed quickly!"

Rong Yan: “…”

Zhu Zheng was about to get off the bed after she finished speaking, but Rong Yan grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

She wanted to sleep separately to avoid reopening the wound, but Rong Yan refused to let go.

I didn't dare to struggle, so I had to just give in and let him do what he wanted.

Rong Yan was still thinking about the tenderness just now, and was only halfway through when it was interrupted by such an episode. He hugged her in his arms, kissed her tear-soaked cheek, and kissed her all the way, but before he touched her lips, she turned her head away.

Rong Yan was silent for a long while, then suddenly said, "It won't leave a scar. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't."

Zhu Zheng glared at him, feeling angry and distressed, "You're still very proud, aren't you?"

Rong Yan certainly would not be proud of it, but when she recalled the many things she had bought in the past, she always preferred those with outstanding appearances, and would pick the round apricots and peaches to eat. Once toys and the like were dirty, old, or scratched, she would quickly throw them away.

Rong Yan was silent for a long time, then said, "Do you think I'm not good-looking enough?"

Zhu Zheng had no idea what he was thinking, and felt wronged, "How did I dislike you? If I disliked you, would I still apply medicine to you? I might as well just let you die in pain..."

Rong Yan pondered for a while, smoothed her hair, frowned and asked, "Then why don't you let me kiss you?"

Zhu Zheng was speechless for a while. Kiss, kiss, kiss. That’s all she knew.

Her nose wrinkled up and she tapped his brow with her fingertips, "I'm being considerate of you, understand?"

Rong Yan put his hand on hers, his eyes darkened, and his throat rolled twice, "If you really care about me, why don't you try another way."

"Change what... um..." Before Zhu Zheng could finish her words, her mouth was blocked again.

The candlestick went out again.

The moonlight shone obliquely into the tent. Rong Yan pressed the person under him. This time, he kissed her with extra patience. His hand gently stroked the back of her neck, patiently leading her to sink into it.

Zhu Zheng felt a layer of numbness crawling up her spine. She couldn't stand his harassment any more and soon surrendered...

Before coming here, Zhu Zheng had thought that she would fall into the tiger's mouth.

I also thought that if the tiger remained unmoved, I could even pry open its mouth and feed it.

The book says that this method is called "seduction."

The fact that she was pregnant was just a quick-thinking idea, and of course it was another lie.

Thanks to Shopkeeper Huang, Zhu Zheng gained a lot of knowledge and knew that even if she was pregnant, it was too late to diagnose the condition. Rong Yan knew medicine and would understand after a little thought.

She used the same trick again and he fell again, just because he was willing to be fooled by her.

Zhu Zheng still didn't know whether he was shaken by that sentence. If so, she suddenly had a tacky and absurd idea, why not give birth to a baby and tie him up...to teach him not to think of destroying himself with someone in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng became a little anxious. She hooked her legs around his waist, and Rong Yan held her down with his hands, and he kissed her even more deeply.

The belt of his nightgown was torn open, and the white hair on his temples rolled into his arms. Rong Yan's movements suddenly stopped.

Zhu Zheng opened her closed eyes and looked at him unfocusedly as he buried his head in the crook of her neck and let out a few long, low gasps.

"I forgot...you are still in mourning."

Mourning period?

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over her burning heart, and Zhu Zheng wanted to hit herself when she heard these two words.

Her grandmother knew that she was an unruly person and probably wouldn't blame her too much. She finally found a grandson-in-law who was very well-behaved, and she almost dragged him into doing something stupid.

Zhu Zheng suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, but before she could finish feeling embarrassed about this one thing, she discovered something even more embarrassing.

Although I haven't mastered the trick of seducing people yet, it seems... I'm almost there.

Feeling something strange beneath him, Zhu Zheng's body suddenly stiffened and he anxiously moved his legs away from him.

Rong Yan closed his eyes with trembling eyelashes and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

Zhu Zheng's face instantly turned red when she heard his trembling sigh, "You...you..."

She was at a loss for words as she couldn't come up with the second half of the sentence.

Rong Yan didn't care and was still thinking about comforting her, "Just recite the Qingxin Jue a few times."

Zhu Zheng pushed it out and said, "Then read it quickly."

Rong Yan hummed, rubbed her neck gently, and controlled his breathing to slow down, his hot breath rushing into her ear.

Zhu Zheng waited for a while and asked, "Have you finished reading it?"

Since he said "Don't move", the person in his arms had almost become as stiff as a puppet. Rong Yan pulled the person into his arms and held him in a comfortable position. "It seems to be useless."

Zhu Zheng immediately realized the key point and quickly suggested, "Let's sleep separately tonight."

Rong Yan refused to let go, "No."

Zhu Zheng looked up at the bed curtains, "...then, what should we do then?"

Rong Yan gathered Zhu Zheng and laid her down, "Go to sleep, don't worry about it."

Can this be ignored?

Rong Yan went along with it, leaving Zhu Zheng with a face as hot as a roasted sweet potato. He lowered his head to look at her flushed face, held her hand and put it against her cheek, asking with genuine concern and as if knowing the answer, "Why are you so hot?"

Zhu Zheng wanted to run away and snorted softly, "I don't know how to recite the Qingxin Jue..."

Rong Yan held her still, dragging her struggling body closer to him, and said in a deep voice, "I'll teach you how to read."

Rong Yan spoke into her ear, reciting a sentence and then pausing slightly, motioning Zhu Zheng to follow.

Zhu Zheng had no choice but to learn haltingly.

The originally clear and deep voice became extremely hoarse, and was deliberately kept very light. It sounded in the ear, as if it was gently coaxing me.

How could he recite the Qingxin Jue in such a way that it was so...unbearable?

Zhu Zheng recited the Qingxin Jue sincerely, but she felt as if she had turned into a sex-hungry ghost and was so ashamed that she couldn't face anyone.

Not only is it useless, it is also like adding fuel to the fire.

Rong Yanqingjun's face was all red as he stared at her without blinking. Zhu Zheng didn't dare to look back at his burning eyes and simply closed her eyes. She heard his voice drilling into her ears, which made her ears red. She buried her face in his clothes and didn't dare to look up.

Rong Yan leaned against the top of her head and suddenly laughed softly, with a shaking sound coming from his chest.

When Zhu Zheng heard him laugh, she felt fooled. She couldn't hold back her anger and bit his shoulder lightly.

Rong Yan groaned when he was bitten, and whispered, "So it really is a puppy."

Zhu Zheng chuckled, not thinking it was unpleasant to hear, and muttered, "What's wrong? I really like puppies..."

Rong Yan's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he lowered his head and kissed the tip of her blushing nose.

"……I would also like."