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

Zhu Zheng's face turned slightly pale, and her heart suddenly felt tight, with a dull pain coming from her.

If she had thought about it before, maybe Gong Yixiu was just in a whim that day, or he really made a mistake. After all, there was a reason in the previous life, and they only met once in this life, so where did he get the reason to kill her.

Or, there is no need for any reason at all.

Gong Yixiu carried poisoned arrows on the autumn hunt. His prey was probably never wild beasts in the mountains. He had already planned who he was going to shoot the poisoned arrow at.

She was even more grateful that she replaced Zhu Qing that day.

"So, will I still die?" Zhu Zheng asked.

"No." Rong Yan said.

"Then will I become blind?" Zhu Zheng asked again.

Rong Yan did not answer immediately.

Zhu Zheng was troubled by his silence and asked again, "What kind of poison did he use?"

Rong Yan was stunned for a long time, then said calmly, "You don't need to know."

That's it again.

Zhu Zheng's eyes flashed. The window frames rustled in the cold wind. She suddenly smiled.

Knowing that it was Gong Yixiu who did it, she really didn't need to ask anything.

These days, the name that she deliberately didn't think about, even though it was thousands of miles away, was still like a leech attached to her bones, manipulating her life and death at will.

But when you hear Rong Yan say “You don’t need to know”, these simple words reveal the difference between closeness and distance.

Knowing that Gong Yixiu intended to kill her, what was his purpose as a master that he took her, who was dying, to Chengxu Mountain thousands of miles away, regardless of her life or death?

Does anyone in the Zhu family know that she was shot by an arrow?

should not.

With the ability of the Grand Tutor, it would be easy to keep the news secret. No wonder there is not even a single outsider here. If she dies, people in Shengjing will think she is missing for the rest of her life. If she is lucky enough to be saved, then Gong Yixiu will not be considered to have committed murder.

She had never figured out such a simple truth.

"I'm a little tired." Zhu Zheng's tone was bitter. She felt a little aggrieved in her heart. Perhaps she had never seen through the person in front of her, and she would never see through him.

Rong Yan saw that her eyebrows were drooping, her hair was messy on her forehead, and her expression became even gloomier. He took a step closer and wanted to tidy up her hair, but she dodged him without leaving a trace.

Rong Yan's hand paused in mid-air, "The poison has been mostly eliminated, and it will no longer be life-threatening."

"Then I have to thank you, Master Taifu." Zhu Zheng looked gloomy, and curled the corners of her lips bitterly, "What about the remaining half? Are you still going to solve it?"

Rong Yan pursed his lips, "Of course."

"Thank you, sir." She smiled indifferently, "Zhu Zheng is grateful."

Rong Yan's face became increasingly gloomy, and he seemed to have something else to say, but Zhu Zheng had already buried his head in the quilt, leaving him with only a thin back.

He sat quietly for a while, then stood up and left.

That night, Rong Yan did not rest on the small couch in the same room.

It snowed heavily again at night. Zhu Zheng couldn't fall asleep. She half-leaned on the bed, hugged the quilt and stared out the window in a daze.

There was a cold bowl of medicine on the side table, which Rong Yan had brought over in the evening.

Zhu Zheng didn't drink.

The window is filled with white dots of sky, spreading all over the sky.

These days, she seemed to have completely forgotten the question of "Who is Rong Yan?" After all, he was Gong Yixiu's personal tutor, but he was never anyone to her.

Saving her life might be a piece of cake, it might be a virtue, it might be to make up for the murder of his good student, or it might be for other reasons...

In fact, it has nothing to do with her.

Even if Gong Yixiu had injured someone else, Rong Yan would probably have dealt with it in the same way.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a little dull, her chest was filled with soreness and a dull pain came.

Slowly, the pain grew stronger and stronger, like torn cotton wool, quickly covering my entire body.

Is it because I didn’t take the medicine in time?

Zhu Zheng bit the quilt to try to relieve the pain, but the pain became more and more intense. Beads of sweat appeared on her head. She couldn't help but curl up her body and pick up the bowl of medicine on the table with trembling hands.

She pushed the pillow off the couch, and a round object rolled out, rolling all the way to the ground, making a clear sound.

Before Zhu Zheng could react to what was rolling out, her wrist was grabbed, and a tall black shadow came over with Liang Xiang.

She was covered in cold sweat and her bones were chilled. The person in front of her seemed to be the only source of warmth in the world. She clung to him using her hands and feet, as if she was holding on to a piece of driftwood when she was about to drown in the endless deep sea.

The whole person sank into this familiar embrace, as if he had grabbed a straw, but he didn't know whether he hoped to be rescued from the sea of ​​suffering, or to sink into the endless abyss with him.

Zhu Zheng's lips were bleeding from biting herself. He stretched out two fingers, forcefully pried open the corners of her mouth, then reached in, clamped her teeth together, and stuffed a round pill into her mouth.

A faint bitter taste spread, and she subconsciously tried to close her teeth, but the hand beside her mouth was very strong, and the tiger's mouth was tightly holding her lips.

Zhu Zheng reached out to pull it, but the hand didn't move at all. She was so angry that she didn't care about anything else and bit it hard.

Blood flowed down the two people's clasped wrists, forming a glaring red line.

Rong Yan groaned in pain, and his suppressed breath echoed in the cramped bed curtains. Zhu Zheng's back was tense, and she trembled and struggled in his arms, but her hands and feet were firmly restrained under him.

On the dim bed, there were mixed breathing.

The swelling pain and dizziness were like a surging tide, washing over her in waves and finally slowly receding. Zhu Zheng was tortured to exhaustion and fell asleep in his arms.

Rong Yan pulled his hand out of her mouth, and light blood flowed down the corner of her lips. It was hard to tell whether it was his or hers.

The bitten knuckles were bloody and oozing with blood.

But he seemed completely unaware, his eyes fell on the sleeping face in his arms, his long feather eyelashes were wetly closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still enduring pain.

He pushed aside her sweaty hair, leaned closer, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

The next morning.

When he opened his eyes, Zhu Zheng had a splitting headache, as if he had been severely beaten, and his limbs were so sore that he couldn't lift them.

There was a plain gauze bed curtain hanging in front of my eyes, but a refreshing scent of cold plum blossoms filled my nostrils.

She turned her head slowly, and the face that was so close to her was very pretty and compelling.

Zhu Zheng's heart was filled with alarm. She leaned back with her neck stiff, anxious to distance herself from him.

Rong Yan's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her back against his arms, the two of them almost tightly embedded in each other.

Before she succeeded, the pair of eyes in front of her suddenly opened slowly, and her half-sneaky shadow was reflected in the amber pupils.

Their eyes met, their noses touched, and their breath blended together.

"Awake." There was still some sleepiness in Rong Yan's eyes.

Zhu Zheng hummed softly.

What's happening here?

Such a familiar and natural greeting, as if they were used to sleeping on the same bed every night...

Zhu Zheng was in so much pain last night that she was unconscious. She vaguely remembered that Rong Yan came and gave her some painkillers, but all she had left were some confused and fragmented memories. So she didn't know whether she should thank him directly or ask what had happened first.

Before he could think clearly, Rong Yan got up from the bed, bringing with him a gust of cool breeze.

He picked up the robe that was thrown on the ground and put it on, then took Zhu Zheng's clothes from the hanger.

"Follow me somewhere."