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

Rong Yan finished preparing the medicine in a serious manner and half leaned over to support Zhu Zheng.

Although he was very familiar with the bandaging movements, for some reason, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After waiting for a long time for the medicine to be changed, Zhu Zheng finally loosened her teeth. Her face turned red, her whole body felt as if it was washed with water, and she leaned back and was about to slide back onto the couch.

Rong Yan reached out and grabbed her waist to avoid hitting the wound that had just been bandaged.

Zhu Zheng was as soft as a tofu fish, with her entire weight on Rong Yan.

A hand was placed on Rong Yan's hand and gently held. The slightly cool fingertips caressed her palm, and the hand on her shoulder patted gently, as if to coax her to sleep.

"grown ups……"

Rong Yan didn't hear clearly, "What?"

Zhu Zheng tilted her head and didn't respond.

The effect of the medicine she had just taken was taking effect. She half-closed her heavy eyelids. The slightly bitter smell of the medicine mixed with the faint scent of cold plums on his body lingered at Zhu Zheng's nose, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

She fell asleep again.

Zhu Zheng slept very soundly this time and was not awakened by any nightmares.

The whole person seemed to be sinking into an endless black sea. In the sea, there was a warm and solid raft holding her steadily. There was no wind or waves around, and it was completely peaceful.

When I woke up again, it was already daybreak.

Zhu Zheng subconsciously glanced towards the couch, but Rong Yan was not there.

She opened the window a little. The sky was not yet fully bright and the distant mountains were very quiet. The only sound she could hear was the whistling of the cold wind outside, mixed with the chirping of snowfinches and the sound of twigs breaking softly under the weight of the snow.

Amid the dancing red plum blossoms and the reflection of the snow, a person slowly walked towards us, breaking through the clouds and mist.

When he pushed the door open, Rong Yan saw the thin figure clinging to the window, and strode over and pulled up the quilt.

"Be careful of the cold wind."

Zhu Zheng, who was covered with a hood, poked her head out and saw Rong Yan had closed the window. She said with regret, "I haven't seen enough."

"Just snow," he said.

"It only snows once every few years in Shengjing. The last time I saw such heavy snow was..."

Zhu Zheng fell silent suddenly. The last time it snowed heavily in her memory was the day Gong Yixiu rebelled, and it hasn't snowed yet in Shengjing.

"What else?" Rong Yan waited for a while, "Why don't you say anything?"

Zhu Zheng smiled and changed the subject, "Sir, when can I get out of bed and walk around?"

Rong Yan: "Wait until it gets better."

Saying it means not saying it.

Zhu Zheng was not discouraged. The Grand Tutor had brought her back from the brink of death, so she naturally believed what he said.

"Can I wash up then?"

What Zhu Zheng didn't expect was that she could wash and dress without getting out of bed.

Rong Yan directly brought a bronze mirror. The two of them sat in front of the mirror. Zhu Zheng in the mirror had a pale face without blood, and her hair was messy like autumn weeds. At first glance, she had a strange feeling that she was not in this world.

While Zhu Zheng was feeling mixed emotions, Rong Yan had already picked up the comb consciously. His eyesight was even better than Ming Cui's.

Zhu Zheng immediately spoke out to stop him, "My Lord, you can't do that..."

Rong Yan smiled faintly and looked at her through the mirror, "Do you want me to smash a few combs first before I'm willing to come?"

"Just wear it like this." Zhu Zheng was embarrassed and said, "I think it has the romantic charm of the scholars of the previous dynasty."

"That's because you ate too much Wushisan. Your hair falls out when you touch it. It's not even worthy of a hairpin."

Zhu Zheng: “…….”

The sky gradually began to glow, and the soft light like molten gold passed through the window silk, like a layer of delicate golden gauze, coating the two of them.

The figures of the two were framed in the round bronze mirror with green edges. Zhu Zheng looked at him through the mirror. There was also a layer of warm light on Rong Yan's face. He lowered his long eyelashes and held a strand of her black hair in his hand. His light eyebrows and eyes also looked soft and amiable.

How kind, Zhu Zheng sighed inwardly.

When the Grand Tutor becomes a father or grandfather, he will probably be favored by the younger generation.

I just wonder if this peerless and radiant face would still be so beautiful at that time...

It shouldn't be ugly, after all...

"What hairstyle do you like?" Rong Yan suddenly asked, and his eyes met the gaze of the person in the mirror who was staring at him intently.

"Ahem..." Zhu Zheng felt inexplicably guilty and quickly looked away, "Two maids, two maids will do."

Rong Yan nodded, "Okay."

He looked focused and his movements were delicate, as if he was doing an important and delicate job. His fingertips occasionally brushed the skin on the back of Zhu Zheng's neck, and the slight chill spread all the way to her spine, making her heart tremble slightly.

Zhu Zheng controlled her emotions, sat upright, and her back was stiff. Only then did she hear him say, "Okay."

Compared with her previous appearance, Zhu Zheng in the mirror did not look completely new, but rather unexpected.

Every strand of hair was carefully groomed and then carefully placed where it didn't belong, and the whole head went from a fuzzy mess to a sleek mess.

Zhu Zheng burst out laughing, "Now it really feels like I took Wu Shi San."

The Grand Tutor was so calm just now, and she thought he was very knowledgeable.

"Ahem... I've never done this before." Rong Yan felt that he hadn't combed his hair well. This was much more difficult than he had imagined.

After pondering for a while, Rong Yan seemed to have made up his mind. He combed his hair again, and finally took off a belt from his body, tied Zhu Zheng's hair loosely, and put it on his shoulders.

"I'll comb my hair into two braids tomorrow," he said.

Day two.

When Zhu Zheng opened her eyes, she saw Rong Yan sitting beside the couch.

"Come and tie your hair."

Zhu Zheng had seen that when the Grand Tutor was persistent, he was really persistent.

"No need." She sat up dazedly and raised the crimson ribbon wrapped around her wrist. "Just tie it up simply like we did yesterday."

"Ah."

Sitting in front of the mirror, Rong Yan lowered his eyebrows, looking as focused and serious as ever.

Zhu Zheng's mind hadn't fully come to its senses yet, and she sat there with her shoulders slumped. Not long after, she heard someone say from behind, "Alright."

Why is it so fast this time?

Zhu Zheng perked up and glanced at herself in the mirror. Two strands of jet-black hair were tied up by two silver hairpins, one on the left and one on the right, like two newly blossoming black lotuses. The long hair on both sides was tied into thin braids and hung down on her shoulders, and there were a few light-colored silver pendant beads dotted in her hair.

Even compared with Mingcui's craftsmanship, it is still worth seeing.

Zhu Zheng was shocked. How did the Grand Tutor make such rapid progress overnight?

Rong Yan wrapped half a circle of Zhu Zheng's hair around his knuckles, loosening and tightening, tightening and loosening, repeating this several times, and finally couldn't help asking, "How is it? Does it look good?"

It turned out that the Grand Tutor was still waiting for her evaluation.

"It looks good!" Zhu Zheng nodded, her hair full of beads fluttering as she praised herself, "It really looks great after a complete makeover!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Yan's lips curled up slightly.

Zhu Zheng shook her head from side to side, admiring Rong Yan's craftsmanship, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did you go to study, sir?"

Rong Yan: "Stable."

Zhu Zheng: “?”