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

Chengxu Mountain.

This was a place name that Zhu Zheng had never heard of.

Rong Yan seemed to see her confusion and gave a brief explanation. Zhu Zheng then realized that she was now at the northernmost tip of Dayong, almost at the border of Mangqiu.

The northern border is full of snow-capped mountains, rarely visited by people, and frozen all year round.

No wonder it's snowing outside.

She slowly turned her head and wanted to check outside the window, but she was already tightly held by the Grand Tutor. She had no choice but to turn back slowly and look at Rong Yan who had a calm face.

Zhu Zheng struggled to open her hoarse voice and managed to utter a syllable, "For..."

Why is it in Chengxu Mountain?

Zhu Zheng's memory slowly returned, and her heart was shrouded in confusion. For example, what happened after she was shot, how did she leave the autumn hunting ground, how did she come to Chengxu Mountain thousands of miles away, where is her sister now, and does anyone know her situation...

"Do not talk."

The candlelight flickered on Rong Yan's face, and his handsome features looked a little unreal under the candlelight. His long eyelashes were slightly closed, and when he was not smiling, his face always looked aloof.

She also remembered the situation before she was shot by the arrow, Rong Yan's indifference and abnormal indifference in the red maple forest.

Zhu Zheng suddenly stopped asking further questions, and all the words in her mind were blocked.

Perhaps Rong Yan saved her and brought her to Chengxu Mountain for some unavoidable reason.

Although the arrow was extremely painful, it gave her a strange feeling that she was truly reborn.

She is still alive.

It's the kind of feeling of being truly alive, as if you were killed you would die again.

She was not foolish enough to condemn her savior for his self-willed behavior. No matter what the purpose was, she should be grateful to him for saving her life.

But she was so weak now, her mind was in a mess, it was difficult for her to open her mouth, and it was difficult for her to express her gratitude profusely. She could only force a good expression with her eyes.

Unfortunately, Rong Yan did not understand her gratitude, and his cold face clearly showed that he was not moved.

Zhu Zheng tried to force a smile to make her meaning clearer.

She didn't expect that such a small movement would pull her chest, and she hissed softly in pain.

"what happened?"

Rong Yan frowned even deeper, and suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse.

Then he touched her forehead with the back of his hand and lifted up her eyelids to take a look.

With every step he took, his gaze became more serious.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Rong Yan asked.

After this whole process, Zhu Zheng didn't dare to breathe and could only keep breathing carefully, for fear that she would be diagnosed with terminal lucidity.

"It's okay." Zhu Zheng pretended to be optimistic.

Rong Yan's expression did not improve after hearing this. He gently pressed Zhu Zheng's shoulders, supported her back and laid her down skillfully and stiffly. He said lightly, "Sleep a little longer," and then got up and left.

The wind outside was as cold as a knife, but the tap in the room was warm. Zhu Zheng didn't want to sleep anymore. What if it was really a last-minute sleep and she couldn't wake up?

Unfortunately, she really didn't have enough energy. She seemed to be sleepwalking for a while, but eventually her eyelids started to fight and she closed her eyes.

Not long after sleeping, Zhu Zheng had another nightmare. She was so scared that she suddenly opened her eyes.

The room was still dark.

Zhu Zheng glanced at the candlestick. It had burned down to only embers and a tiny light. She had no idea how long she had slept.

The long-armed and long-legged Grand Tutor was leaning on the edge of the couch, with his head lowered, his long eyelashes slightly closed, his breathing shallow and long, one hand tightly grasping her quilt, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

As soon as she moved slightly, Rong Yan woke up immediately.

"My Lord, why..."

Why don't you go to bed?

There should be another bed here, right?

Before the long sentence could be finished in his throat, Rong Yan had already stood up and opened Zhu Zheng's eyelids again.

Zhu Zheng opened her eyes wide and couldn't help asking, "Is there a doctor here?"

Rong Yan paused slightly, his eyes lingering on her face, "Is it me who is not good enough?"

"no……"

It's not a question of whether it works or not. Regardless of how good the Grand Tutor's medical skills are, just this kind of silent and frowning look really makes people feel uneasy.

I would rather give her a knife and tell her directly whether she can live or not.

"Sir, can I still survive?" Zhu Zheng asked directly.

The weird thing was that Rong Yan didn't answer immediately. He just stared at her without blinking. Zhu Zheng's heart slowly grew colder, as if it was sinking to the bottom of an icy lake.

it's over...

Is it really impossible to survive?

But she is awake!

It would be fine if he couldn't wake up, but it would be so cruel to die again after waking up!

"Zhu Zheng." Rong Yan suddenly called her and gently covered her eyelids with his hand.

"Ok?"

"I won't let you die."

The voice that reached my ears was gentle and moving, as if it was a solemn promise.

The Grand Tutor's hand was not hot, and it felt warm and cool when it covered her eyelids. Zhu Zheng's vision was dark, and she blinked a few times, not knowing how much to believe it.

Matters of life and death in this world cannot be influenced by anyone's words.

Before she went to the autumn hunting ground, she never thought that she would be hit by an arrow. Zhu Zheng curled her lips and smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that it was really meaningless to think about these things. No matter whether there was a chance of survival, if there was really no way to save him, he should not die in worry and regret at the last moment.

"Sir..." Zhu Zheng figured it out, pulled Rong Yan's hand away, and called out in a hoarse voice.

"Ah."

"...I want to eat something."

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After a while, Rong Yan brought in a small white jade bowl filled with salvia miltiorrhiza and red dates porridge.

Zhu Zheng felt like she was starving to the point of being just a skin away, and her whole body was clamoring to eat a hearty meal.

But he also understood that he was having difficulty breathing, and that he had the will but not the strength, so it would be good enough if he could drink a bowl of porridge.

She endured the pain, not daring to use her left half of her body to exert any effort, and sat up shakily.

Rong Yan sat down next to the bed and held her steadily with his shoulders.

He held the bowl in one hand and naturally scooped up a spoonful of porridge with the other hand and fed it to Zhu Zheng's mouth.

Zhu Zheng stretched out her right hand from under the quilt and slightly hooked it towards Rong Yan.

"My Lord...I still have one hand that can move."

Her injured shoulder was her left shoulder, and although it still hurt a lot, she wasn't completely disabled.

Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at her, "So?"

"…So, no need to bother you."

Rong Yan paused for a moment after hearing this, "You want to eat by yourself?"

Zhu Zheng nodded.

Rong Yan had a complicated expression, but still handed the spoon to her.

Zhu Zheng took it with her right hand and held it tremblingly. The small spoon seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and she wished it would break her weak right hand.

She struggled for a long time and finally scooped up two grains of rice from the bowl. When she moved two inches clumsily, the rice finally slipped out of her hand.

The fine bone china spoon fell to the ground with a crisp sound and broke into two pieces.

Zhu Zheng subconsciously looked at Rong Yan.

His eyes fell calmly on her face, and as if he had been prepared, he took out a porcelain spoon from somewhere and handed it to her.

Zhu Zheng took it, scooped it up twice, and when she saw that she was almost successful, she dropped it again with trembling hands.

Rong Yan's expression did not change as he took out another identical spoon and handed it to her.

She took it, struggled for a while, and dropped it to the ground again, breaking it into pieces.

This process continued until the ground was covered with two-section spoons and broken porcelain of various sizes.

"The porridge is getting cold." Rong Yan finally spoke.

Zhu Zheng looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't help showing a bit of annoyance.

He looked at Rong Yan again. He had never put down the small white jade bowl from beginning to end, and held it steadily.

Under Zhu Zheng's gaze, he slowly took out a new spoon, slowly scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and slowly brought it close to her lips.

At this moment, Rong Yan's cold and gloomy expression seemed to have faded a little. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhu Zheng leisurely.

That beautiful hand, like a jade sculpture, held the spoon firmly with only two fingers, as if silently declaring victory.

Zhu Zheng bit her lip, feeling an inexplicable sense of depression rising in her heart.

Unfortunately, her hands and feet were so weak that she even looked at the broken porcelain on the ground with no energy.

Her stomach growled, Zhu Zheng opened her mouth wide and swallowed the porridge in one gulp, then took a bite from the porcelain spoon in a huff.

Unexpectedly, the porcelain spoon hit her teeth and caused Zhu Zheng to groan softly.

Damn it, this spoon is really going against her.