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

Rong Yan uttered "hmm" softly, and his hands shook unconsciously.

The quilt made it difficult to see through the quilt, so his hands moved up and down under the quilt, inevitably bumping into each other. Back and forth, he caressed and brushed over her soft outline, and finally found the right place.

Rong Yan straightened her shoulders, held her arm with one hand, and applied a little force.

With Zhu Zheng's suppressed cry of pain, the arm was put back in place.

Then he pulled his hand away swiftly, taking away the heat in the quilt that belonged only to her.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the popping of candle flames, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Zhu Zheng's whole body was like a cooked shrimp, and she didn't know where to look for a moment. Rong Yan sat on the edge of the couch with his eyes lowered, and didn't say anything.

There was a strange silence like this, and when their evasive eyes met, they bounced away almost at the same time.

"You," Rong Yan spoke first, "are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Zhu Zheng said in a muffled voice, "...It's gone."

Rong Yan: “Yeah.”

Zhu Zheng stole a glance at him. The tips of his ears were completely red, and there was a thin layer of red on his jade-colored face.

It turns out that what is more terrifying than one person blushing is two people’s faces blushing.

Silence weighed on the two people like a huge rock. Zhu Zheng couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Why are you..."

Why don't you leave...

She couldn't leave, but he could. If they left quickly, wouldn't both of them be saved? Why did they have to stare at each other in bewilderment? The blood in their bodies was about to burn dry.

Rong Yan still didn't move. Zhu Zheng took a deep breath and buried her head back in the quilt. "I'm going to sleep."

"Okay..." He finally stood up.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the quilt, followed by the sound of a door closing. Zhu Zheng quietly stuck her head out and heard the door open again.

Rong Yan, who was supposed to leave, came back.

Zhu Zheng immediately pulled her head back into the quilt, not daring to even look at him.

"Clothes..." Rong Yan stood at the door for a while, "Remember to take them out, don't sleep wrapped in them."

Zhu Zheng was puzzled, "What clothes?"

Rong Yan hesitated for a moment before turning around and saying, "Forget it."

Zhu Zheng saw the back of the Grand Tutor, who was only wearing a thin undershirt. She finally realized what clothes he was talking about.

Under the brocade quilt, the silk robe felt soft and smooth, tightly wrapped around her naked body. The scent of someone's plum blossoms still lingered on it, enveloping her, as if she was now lying naked in his arms.

"..."

Zhu Zheng’s eyes, which had just opened, slowly closed again.

It would be better to just fall to death.

*

The atmosphere became very unusual over the next few days.

The reason was that the wound would inevitably crack after falling, so the Grand Tutor used this as an excuse to set up a small couch next to Zhu Zheng's bed and started the days of eating and sleeping together.

It’s not Zhu Zheng who is unusual.

At first she was indeed uncomfortable with the extremely embarrassing incident for a few days, but face was never the most important thing to her, so she soon figured out the reason.

Strictly speaking, she was just a patient who could just take care of herself, and the Grand Tutor was her doctor. In the eyes of the doctor, seeing a naked person was essentially no different from looking at a dog, a cat, or a piece of meat.

There is someone else who is unusual.

The Master Taifu, who is always as calm as a frozen lake and never leaks a single drop of water, has completely changed his temperament in recent days.

First, Zhu Zheng discovered that he was often distracted. Although his eyes were fixed on her when she spoke, his brain seemed not to hear what she said at all.

Later, he made mistakes repeatedly, such as forgetting to add salt when cooking, boiling medicine dry, and not remembering how many clothes he had on.

Could it be that I have encountered a ghost?

When applying the medicine in the afternoon, Zhu Zheng finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"Sir, why are you acting so weird?"

Rong Yan's face was slightly stiff, "What's strange about that?"

Zhu Zheng lowered his head to look at the wound he had bandaged. It was loose and crooked, completely different from the way he had bandaged it before.

Isn’t that strange?

Zhu Zheng pointed to her heart and said, "My Lord seems to have regressed."

Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at Zhu Zheng, and was silent for a long while, without defending himself, "It was different before."

Zhu Zheng: "What's the difference?"

"Before," Rong Yan's throat rolled slightly, "I just wanted you to get better soon."

Zhu Zheng said awkwardly, "...you don't want to think about it now?"

Rong Yan frowned, "That's not what I meant..."

Zhu Zheng: "What does that mean?"

Rong Yan kept his brows frowning and kept his eyes on her face. Zhu Zheng also frowned and looked back, waiting for him to continue.

But he picked up the celadon medicine bowl beside him and abruptly changed the subject, "The medicine is getting cold."

Zhu Zheng narrowed her eyes, ignored the medicine spoon he brought closer, and held the medicine bowl with her hand, trying to drink it all in one gulp.

Somehow, Rong Yan didn't let go of his hand in time.

Zhu Zheng failed to snatch the medicine bowl, so she had to take a sip with all her might.

The medicine choked her throat and she started coughing violently. The medicine that she didn't have time to swallow flowed down her jaw.

Rong Yan took out his handkerchief and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Didn’t you say the medicine is getting cold?

Zhu Zheng's lungs were shaking from coughing, and she let him pull her over to wipe her face, with almost her entire face buried in his neck.

After coughing for a long time, she finally recovered. She tried to sit up straight, but when she looked up, she didn't notice that a sharp bulge passed across the corner of her soft lips.

The chest he was leaning against stiffened slightly, and Zhu Zheng retreated. Before she could see what she had accidentally bumped into, Rong Yan had already stood up abruptly.

The medicine bowl fell over on him, and the unfinished medicine spilled all over his clothes.

Zhu Zheng was startled, "Sir?"

Rong Yan's chest heaved, and his hand holding the silk handkerchief clenched into a fist.

"I'll make another bowl."

He threw down a few words, then turned around and strode out the door, his footsteps so chaotic that it seemed as if he was being chased by a ghost.

...It's getting weirder and weirder.

Zhu Zheng looked at his fleeing back and thought for a long time before finally understanding.

As the saying goes, there is no filial piety at the bedside of a long-term patient...

...Well, anyway, the Grand Tutor is also a human being. He has been serving her for so long, never taking off his clothes and never leaving her side. Even a god couldn't stand it. I'm afraid he has long been impatient with a sickly girl like her.

Zhu Zheng felt depressed. She had to think of a way to make the adults happy in the next two days to prevent the doctor-patient relationship from deteriorating further.

So the next day, after Zhu Zheng's careful probing, Rong Yan agreed to go out for a walk together.

It didn't snow today, it was a rare sunny day.

For the first time, Zhu Zheng had the opportunity to take a good look at where she lived.

Walking out of the house where I had been lying for a long time, there was a gravel path outside the door, extending to the courtyard. The layout was neat and tidy, dotted with red plum blossoms. When the breeze blew, silver snow fell.

There are flying eaves and hooked corners in the near distance, and winding paths leading to secluded places. In the distance, there are undulating roofs of houses, and you can't see the end at a glance.

The place where they lived seemed to be a fairly large mountain villa.

Zhu Zheng was standing in the corridor looking around, while Rong Yan was checking her hat and gloves to make sure they were worn tightly.

She secretly took a deep breath, and her nostrils were filled with the familiar cold plum scent on him, which was exactly the same as the red plum blossoms outside the courtyard.

"Where is this place?" Zhu Zheng asked curiously.

...Is this the hometown of Master Taifu?

It was not an unfounded guess, but rather than being shackled in the court, he seemed more suitable to appear here, playing a melodious tune in such an endless snowy day.

"What do you think of this place?" Rong Yan asked instead of answering.

This question is quite general.

Zhu Zheng didn't know what to comment on, so she said vaguely, "The scenery is beautiful, much more magnificent than the snow scene in Shengjing."

Rong Yan had just tied the straps of Zhu Zheng's cloak, his hands still resting on her collar, and from a distance it looked like he was holding her face.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes level with Zhu Zheng's, his amber eyes were surprisingly soft.

"Then stay, how about that?"