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

After a few days of eating, taking medicine, applying medicine and sleeping, Zhu Zheng's wounds formed a thick layer of scabs, and her arms and legs became stronger.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Zhu Zheng thought about it again and again, and finally made a very reasonable yet excessive request after dinner.

"Can I take a bath..."

Rong Yan had just finished cleaning up the dishes. He was stunned at first when he heard this, then he grabbed Zhu Zheng's hand and felt her pulse. After a long examination, he finally nodded and agreed.

The bathroom heated up the heating, prepared hot water and clean clothes, and Rong Yan carried Zhu Zheng in.

"It's not my leg that's injured, why don't you let me walk by myself?"

Zhu Zheng felt a little embarrassed. She had been feeling better and better recently, but for some reason the Grand Tutor was concerned about her again and would hold her in his arms whenever they disagreed.

“The water will be cold.”

Rong Yan gave a brief explanation, placed her on a stool beside the bathtub, half-knelt down, raised his hand and naturally reached towards her collar.

"Stop it, man!" Zhu Zheng shouted, "What are you doing?"

"You take a shower without taking off your clothes?"

Zhu Zheng covered her collar and said, "I can do it myself, no need for help."

Rong Yan's eyebrows slightly raised, as if he had heard something crazy from her, "You want to wash it yourself?"

if not?

Zhu Zheng was speechless for a long time after being asked, not understanding what she had said just now was wrong, "Do you think I want you to help me wash?"

The hot steam from the wooden barrel filled the entire bathing room. Rong Yan's face was stunned for a moment. After a while, he finally slowly withdrew his hand that was in the air.

"I didn't think so," he said.

"Then you go out." Zhu Zheng pursed his lips and gestured towards the door.

Rong Yan hesitated for a while, and finally stood up, took off a bell from the pendant around his waist, and put it into Zhu Zheng's hand.

This is a silver bell with a cloud pattern on the bottom. There is a solitary crane engraved on the top and a clear ruby ​​inlaid in the crane's eye. It is quite elegant and beautiful.

He really carries everything with him, so it wouldn't be surprising if he took out a millstone to wish Zheng a happy birthday one day.

"When you need me, just ring the bell," he instructed Zhu Zheng.

This wording was really poetic. Zhu Zheng found it novel and shook the bell in her hand. The clear sound of the bell echoed between the two of them, which was very pleasant and ethereal.

"Wouldn't it be faster if I just called him 'sir'?" She was quite puzzled and wanted to return the bell.

Rong Yan didn't answer, "Your throat is fine, take care of it."

It seems very reasonable.

The water gets cold quickly in winter, so Rong Yan added another pot of hot water before leaving, "I'm at the door."

"Go away." Zhu Zheng waved her hand. "I probably won't be well for a while."

Rong Yan nodded and closed the door.

The water was slightly hot, and some herbs that could heal wounds and remove blood stasis were added. Zhu Zheng soaked in the water and finally felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and refreshment.

Three inches above the heart, there was a purple-black blood scab, which was slightly painful when it came into contact with water.

Zhu Zheng lowered her head and gently touched the edge of the wound, the rough touch rubbing against her fingertips. She pushed down slightly, and the pain from deep inside made her frown.

Three inches.

This is where she can change.

Once upon a time, she thought hiding was useful, so she tried not to have anything to do with Gong Yixiu.

To be fair, she did a pretty good job of hiding.

But after this injury, she suddenly understood a lot. In her previous life, she always thought that the Zhu family had nothing to do with the prince, and that they were destroyed because they had no backers and bad luck. But now, thinking carefully about what Gong Yixiu said before the battle, he clearly had a plan for the Zhu family.

Especially his sister, they were not only old acquaintances, but her words also seemed to mention "another person" who made him feel uneasy.

who's that person?

Will the story between these three people be the crux of the deadlock?

Zhu Zheng still had no clue, but she understood that as long as the knot was not solved, fate was destined to shoot the same arrow, and the Zhu family was destined to be destroyed in the same fire.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape.

If you want to find out everything, you have to go back to Shengjing as soon as possible.

Thinking of that half-smiling face, she felt a chill on her back. Then she realized that she had been in a trance for too long and the water had started to get cold.

Zhu Zheng stood up from the water with a lot on her mind and reached out to grab the soft towel hanging on the rack next to her. Unexpectedly, the soft towel got caught on the clothes she had taken off, so she had to half-lean over and pull hard.

The soft towel came loose, and the force of the horizontal pull rebounded violently, causing the entire bath tub to shake and fall backwards crookedly.

Zhu Zheng screamed and turned half of her body away quickly, luckily landing her right shoulder on the ground before falling.

A loud sound of someone falling to the ground mixed with the sound of water splashing echoed throughout the Mu room. Zhu Zheng was lying on the ground with his face up, naked.

Before I could catch my breath, I heard the sound of the door being slammed open.

Then there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The beauty's body was lying sideways, her black hair was like clouds, wet and spread all over the ground. Zhu Zheng wanted to turn around or at least straighten her posture, but she found that it was too late. A crimson-purple robe suddenly appeared in front of her...

She closed her eyes in despair and pretended to have fallen to her death...

"Zhu Zheng!"

Rong Yan called her and seemed to ask if she was okay. Zhu Zheng didn't dare to react and closed her eyes with a dead heart.

Zhu Zheng didn't make a sound until he wrapped her in something and carried her back to the bedroom in big strides. She acted like she had fainted from the fall.

As soon as she reached the bed, she finally saw her savior and immediately shrank into the quilt like a turtle in its shell.

Such an act of covering one's ears and stealing the bell certainly did not escape Rong Yan's eyes. He pulled her head out from under the quilt and exposed it mercilessly.

"Where does it hurt?"

My face hurts.

"Why don't you speak?"

Rong Yan kept asking, and when he saw Zhu Zheng closing her eyes and slowly shrinking into the quilt, he made a move to lift the quilt.

Zhu Zheng could no longer pretend and would just sit there and wait for death. She finally couldn't act any longer and asked, "Can you please let me be alone for a while..."

Hearing her voice, Rong Yan's expression visibly relaxed and he slowly let out a breath.

"Tell me, where did you fall?"

Zhu Zheng: “…”

I supported myself with my right arm when I landed just now, and I only have a slight dull pain in my right shoulder, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Just have a good night's sleep.

Rong Yan saw that she was silent again, with half of her red face huddled in the quilt, leaving only two dark eyes showing, as if they were filled with a thin layer of tears.

He reached out his hand and touched her forehead, "Are you having a fever?"

Zhu Zheng turned her face away and said, "No."

His hand caught up with her again and pinched her jaw, "Your face is hot."

...This is smelly.

Zhu Zheng struggled left and right like a caught fish, "Don't worry about it, it's not a fever anyway..."

Rong Yan leaned half of his body over and stared at Zhu Zheng's face for a long time, finally noticing her embarrassment.

"I didn't see it." He uttered these four words, trying stiffly to comfort the person on the couch.

There is simply no three hundred taels of silver here.

Zhu Zheng's eyes went dark, and she subconsciously retorted, "How is that possible? Did you walk with your eyes closed?"

Rong Yan didn't explain how he didn't see it. Instead, he finally understood why she was feeling awkward. He straightened up and turned his back.

"Check it yourself and tell me where you are injured."

Zhu Zheng sighed, it seemed that if she didn't lift the quilt today, the Grand Tutor would not give up. She had no choice but to compromise, and raised her hand to lift the quilt to take a look, but she found that her right shoulder had no feeling and could not move.

He turned sideways to change the angle, but as soon as he moved slightly, Zhu Zheng couldn't help but let out a hiss in pain.

Rong Yan immediately turned around, "What's wrong?"

"My arm..." Zhu Zheng squeezed out a word from between her teeth, "It seems to be dislocated."

Rong Yan's face darkened slightly, and he moved closer and grabbed the corner of her quilt.

Zhu Zheng was facing a formidable enemy, "Wait..."

But she had no hands to stop his actions at this moment. She only heard Rong Yan's low words "Excuse me" in her ears, and the corner of the quilt was lifted up a narrow gap, and a pair of hands reached into the quilt.

A slightly cool touch on her body made Zhu Zheng tremble, and her brain almost lost the ability to think.

After a while, he spoke with difficulty.

"Sir, the shoulder... is on top..."