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

Zhu Zheng had been living a very comfortable life these past few days. She didn't know how Nanny Guixiang responded to her grandmother regarding the Yaoguang Island matter, but she seemed to be in a very good mood anyway.

I think I should thank Wen Boqiu a lot. I wish the old lady and the whole mansion well.

After a few days, Zhu Zheng suddenly discovered a harsh reality.

The fifteenth day of this month is the regular palace banquet.

Dayong values ​​happiness among its subjects and its emperor loves his people like his own children. There is a tradition of inviting hundreds of families from all ethnic groups to the palace for a banquet on the 15th of every month, with the intention of blessing the world with a happy reunion through an imperial decree.

In her previous life, Zhu Zheng had been in trouble all the time, so naturally she had not attended many palace banquets. And this time, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to be kneeling in the ancestral hall because she had contradicted her grandmother, and her sister was accompanying her, and neither of them went.

But perhaps because of her recent calm demeanor, she was fortunate enough to be restored to the Zhu family's identity. She was woken up by her sister and grandmother early in the morning to put on her makeup, and was dragged into a carriage to join the number of people attending the banquet at the Zhu residence.

The carriage drove into the majestic palace gate, and the golden door nails shone solemnly in the sunlight.

Zhu Zheng's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. She held Zhu Qing's hand tightly, trying to calm her inexplicably shaken emotions.

Zhu Qing raised his hand and wiped Zhu Zheng's forehead. "Why are you sweating so much?"

Zhu Zheng unclenched his fist and wiped his face randomly, "Really? Maybe it's too hot."

Zhu Qing pulled aside the curtain to let in some air. Zhu Zheng looked outside. The palace was filled with colorful curtains fluttering and golden splendor. The air was filled with the scent of pepper and ointment. Ministers and officials stood on both sides, looking at the incoming carriage with either respectful flattery or disdain.

Zhu Zheng's heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

She died here in her previous life.

"Sister, can we not go..."

"why?"

Because she was not fully prepared to meet the blood-vengeful murderer...

Whenever she closed her eyes, the tragic scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood would appear in her mind, making her tremble and shudder uncontrollably.

Zhu Qing saw that she was sweating profusely. "Are you sick? I'll go tell grandma."

Zhu Zheng held her back and said, "Let's wait until the car stops, or grandma will scold us again."

Before the carriage stopped, Zhu Zheng pulled aside the curtain, staggered down from the carriage, ran to the flower bed with a few quick steps, bent down and vomited with a "wow".

"What's going on?" The lady in gorgeous clothes covering her mouth asked with concern.

"The servants in the mansion are not used to riding in carriages!" Seeing her acting like she was facing a great enemy, Madam Zhu gnashed her teeth and said, "You unlucky thing, why don't you just go back and stop embarrassing yourself here."

Zhu Zheng wiped her mouth and asked, "Sister, can you go back with me?"

"Are you going to die of illness? Where does your pampering come from?"

"Grandma..." Zhu Qing stepped forward to comfort Madam Zhu, and then quietly held Zhu Zheng's hand, "Let's find a place to rest. I'll find a way to get away and come find you later."

Zhu Zheng smiled bitterly and nodded, then bowed and left.

A new carriage stopped in front of them, and Censor Du and his family got off. Madam Zhu immediately pulled Zhu Qing forward to greet them.

Without saying a word, Censor Du's eyes widened slightly and called out to the person not far away, "Master Taifu!"

Rong Yan was in a hurry, and he paused slightly without wanting to stop, and glanced at the crowds in the Du and Zhu residences.

"I remember there is another daughter in the mansion."

The first words he spoke were directed to Old Madam Zhu, and they were not even a question.

Madam Zhu was extremely flattered that the Grand Tutor had taken the initiative to speak to her, and she immediately said with a smile on her face, "Thank you for your concern, Grand Tutor. The fourth young lady in the mansion is ill and did not come with us, so she will not be able to receive your grace today."

"Didn't we go out together? The old lady told me she would come." A voice suddenly interrupted from the back of the crowd.

Rong Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who came.

The carriage of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion had just stopped, and the person who got off was Wen Boqiu.

Madam Zhu turned around and saw who the young master was. She smiled and said, "The fourth young lady suddenly fell ill. In order to avoid disturbing the emperor, I asked her to..."

"Sudden emergency? Is it serious?" Wen Boqiu asked before he finished speaking. After asking, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. I was too anxious."

There were a few laughs from the crowd, and Madam Zhu smiled nonchalantly, "It is a blessing for the fourth young lady to have a young man like you care about her."

After Mrs. Zhu finished her polite greetings, she turned around with a smile on her face.

The Grand Tutor has already left.

*

Grandma's scolding was light, but it was not easy to go back.

The palace is strictly guarded and one must have an imperial decree to enter or leave.

Zhu Zheng couldn't come and go freely like she did in a busy street corner, so she could only avoid the crowd and wait until the crowd dispersed before returning to the carriage.

She hid here and there like a thief, and finally found a place to squat behind a landscape mountain, where she fed the fish with flower petals out of boredom.

After feeding for a while, she felt a little drowsy under the sun, and suddenly a shadow appeared above her head, blocking out the sunlight.

"So he was hiding here."

She felt a chill on her back and slowly turned her head.

The first thing you see is a pair of palace boots embroidered with gold and stepping on clouds. Looking up, you can see the bamboo-patterned hem of the dress shining with silver light. The tall and slender figure stands out like a lush spring pine.

The Grand Tutor stood with his hands behind his back, facing the light, and was watching with great interest the golden carps in the pond snatching flower petals to eat.

Zhu Zheng almost suspected that she was possessed by some evil spirit, as she kept running into him everywhere.

Unwillingly, he had to stand up and salute.

"Master Taifu."

Rong Yan's gaze shifted from the fish in the pond to her.

Zhu Zheng, who was only thinking about avoiding Gong Yixiu, only now remembered that running into Rong Yan at the palace banquet would also be an extremely troublesome matter.

Although she didn't know how the busy Grand Tutor could find her so accurately, she couldn't wait to escape. Zhu Zheng quickly stood up, covered her mouth and nose, and coughed twice, "Grand Tutor, please stay away from me. I have caught a serious cold. I don't want to bring illness to you."

As she spoke, she stepped back and was suddenly grabbed by Rong Yan's sleeve.

Zhu Zheng twisted her foot and saw that she was barely standing on the stone edge of the goldfish pond. If she retreated any further she would fall in.

"You can't swim here." Rong Yan said.

Zhu Zheng recalled the nonsense he said by the lotus pond last time, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. "Thanks for the reminder."

Rong Yan, who was facing away from the light, had an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. He stared at her face with his brows furrowed. "The imperial physician will be here soon."

"What? Imperial physician?" Zhu Zheng's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled at his sleeves, "I'm fine."

Rong Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze swept across her pale face, and his grip became even tighter.

"It's a serious cold, and there's a great doctor to treat it."

Zhu Zheng: ...

Walls have ears and eyes. Zhu Zheng didn't dare to argue with him in public. She was even more afraid that her sister would see this scene when she came to look for her later. So she had no choice but to follow him to a guest hall.

The hall is decorated in a simple and elegant style, with the smell of burning incense curling up in the air, making it seem particularly quiet amidst the bustling palace.

Zhu Zheng had no time to look around, and stayed not far from the door with his whole body tense.

"Sit and wait." Rong Yan said.

"It's better not to bother." Zhu Zheng said sympathetically, "The doctors in the Imperial Hospital are very busy. There's no need for them to make a trip for me."

Rong Yan rolled up his sleeves and said, "If you don't want to wait, let me do it."

It is rumored that the Grand Tutor is proficient in the art of medicine. When Gong Yixiu was a child, he had an eye disease and could not see clearly. It was his master who cured him.

Zhu Zheng sat down awkwardly, "I suddenly feel willing to wait again."

After sitting for a while, the attendant brought in an old man with a white beard. He was holding a huge mahogany medical box in his hand and was panting.

"Master Taifu."

"Doctor Wen."

The two nodded, and Doctor Wen's eyes swept over Zhu Zheng quickly. Without lingering for long, he bowed to Rong Yan and said, "I heard you were summoned urgently. Is there anything wrong with you, sir?"

"It's her." Rong Yan said briefly, "Feng Han."

Doctor Wen's eyes flickered. He was on duty at the Imperial Hospital and received the emergency summons in a hurry, thinking it was some life-threatening emergency. He even brought Angong Niuhuang Pills and Shiquan Baoming Pills. Now he said it was to treat a cold?

Doctor Wen tried to calm himself down and said, "Thank you, young lady. Let me take your pulse first."

Zhu Zheng was forced to do something and had no choice but to reach out her hand.

"Miss Lantai is pale and has water and food floating around, which is not a sign of a cold." After a moment, Doctor Wen stroked his beard and diagnosed, "But the pulses of the spleen and stomach are vibrating. Did you eat something strong that induced vomiting?"

This Imperial Doctor Wen is truly an amazing doctor.

Zhu Zheng's expression changed slightly, "No..."

Doctor Wen frowned his gray eyebrows, seeming to be very puzzled. "Please change your hand, young lady."

Zhu Zheng withdrew her hand and when she lowered her sleeves, a round black pancake fell out from her sleeves.

Yaoshou!

She immediately bent down to pick it up, but Rong Yan was one step faster.

The cake was held up in front of his eyes and examined carefully. There was a piece missing from the black round cake, and the neat tooth marks were very conspicuous.