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

Zhu Zheng didn't understand why the adult suddenly stopped moving. Only his long, drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly, making her face feel a little itchy.

Compared to the pain and itchiness just now, it was nothing. Zhu Zheng shook her head and commented softly, "Your Excellency has good eyes..."

She rubbed his eyelashes with her chin, then held his face and slid down.

"Nose is good too."

Without moving her lips away from his face, she kissed along the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, fearing that there would be any sign of favoritism.

"Nice mouth too..." she commented.

As she spoke, she had already kissed the corner of his lips. Just as Zhu Zheng gently pressed against him, the person she was hugging suddenly stiffened, and his breathing became three degrees heavier.

She quickly stopped her movements and pulled away half an inch, "Sir, did I crush you..."

Rong Yan's breath was heavy, his eyes fixed on her lips without moving, and it took him a long time to respond.

"...What?" His voice was very hoarse.

"Your hand is still injured." She still remembered that there was a lot of blood.

Rong Yan's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing was short and heavy, and he stared at Zhu Zheng with a dazed look, as if he had forgotten how many hands he had.

Zhu Zheng's consciousness didn't last long. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she soon forgot why she stopped.

Then she buried her head and continued her work, rubbing her nose against his, her lips against his face, patiently tracing his delicate contours bit by bit.

Her head was a mess, and she only thought about how the adult was unhappy, so she tried to use all her skills to coax him, getting closer to the adult one by one and praising him one by one.

But her whole body was hanging on him, her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't control her posture. She wanted to use some force to sit up straight, but her head tilted and rubbed directly along his jaw.

Zhu Zheng followed suit without caring about the order and kissed him on the neck.

The Adam's apple right in front of her eyes suddenly moved. Zhu Zheng found it curious and leaned over to kiss it.

Just as I was about to go on, my wrist was suddenly grabbed with considerable force.

"Zhu Zheng."

He called out her name, and his warm breath with a cool fragrance entangled with hers.

I don’t know why, maybe because he pronounces the words very lightly, but these two words always sound particularly nice when they come out of his mouth.

"Hmm..." Zhu Zheng curled her eyes, nodded, and then imitated his tone and called out, "Sir."

This is not fair.

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, "Can I not call you Sir?"

Rong Yan's throat rolled twice again, and he turned his head to meet her gaze. His voice was hoarse and magnetic, like a temptation, subtle and moving.

"What do you want to be called..."

what is it call……

She had an answer, but now she couldn't remember it.

Rong Yan saw that she was frowning, and after thinking for a long time without any result, he looked at her with drooping eyelashes.

"You can call me whatever you want."

"I can't remember..."

Zhu Zheng was quite upset. Her intuition told her that this was a rare opportunity, but she was going to miss it.

Rong Yan hooked her hair and tucked it behind her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, think about it slowly."

Since he said there was no rush, Zhu Zheng was no longer in a hurry. She moved her gaze to his blushing face and reached out to touch it.

"Your Excellency's face is so hot."

Not sure if her hands were too hot or too cold, but the more she touched it, the hotter it felt. Zhu Zheng couldn't help but become worried, and after thinking for a while she finally came up with a good idea.

"Can I give you a blowjob, please?"

She climbed on Rong Yan, close enough to see his trembling eyelashes, and exhaled carefully.

The disheveled Grand Tutor sat there motionless, allowing her to do what she wanted.

His hand at his side was clenched into a fist, as if he was trying his best to endure something, but he had no intention of stopping it to free himself from this impatience.

Zhu Zheng blew twice and frowned slightly. Her body was like a wet mudflat after the tide receded. The pain that had subsided came from deep inside, and a strange excitement surged up and rushed straight to her throat.

There was a sweet and fishy taste in her mouth. She coughed, leaned over suddenly, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The black blood on the ground was soaked into a ball of black peony flowers, and several red scorpions crawled away from the blood pool in high spirits.

This scene was so terrifying that it seemed absurd. Zhu Zheng's neck went limp and her eyes went dark...

She had been experiencing a lot of blackouts recently, and she knew that she was going to pass out again...

Tomorrow the moon was hanging high, and two white birds landed on the window frame, chirping.

When Zhu Zheng opened her eyes, a faint light shone through the tightly closed tent, and mottled shadows of bamboos swayed like fish swimming at the bottom of the water.

She was stunned for a while, and it took her a long time to realize that she was in the wing room of the bamboo hut. She then wondered why she was here.

The problem of fainting at any time made Zhu Zheng's memory become fragmented and abnormal. She vaguely remembered that she had a fight with the five red scorpions. She also vaguely remembered that she had a long dream. In the dream, there was an immortal who spoke very beautifully...

Maybe it was because of the care she received, but apart from a somewhat groggy head from sleeping, her body felt more relaxed and light than ever before.

Zhu Zheng came to her senses and got out of bed refreshed.

There was a gentle breeze and light clouds outside, and the bamboo hut was quiet. There was no one there, not even Xiaoxiao lying on the bamboo rack.

Zhu Zheng took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air slowly flowing through her lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

What does it mean to be free of poison? I'm afraid only people who have been poisoned can explain it.

Unfortunately, she experienced this firsthand.

But fortunately, she can still stand here and sigh, "The boat has passed through thousands of mountains."

"Xiao Zheng'er, why did you come out directly?" An old man with a white beard appeared at the door and interrupted Zhu Zheng's sigh.

"Master," Zhu Zheng smiled, "I feel fine now. I want to come out for some fresh air."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced behind him.

Chong Hongzi saw through it and immediately said, "Cheng Yi went to boil the medicine."

Zhu Zheng was guessed at and pursed her lips in embarrassment, "Hasn't the poison been completely removed?"

Why do you still need to take medicine?

"I heard from Chengyi that the arrow wound on your body has not completely healed yet." Chong Hongzi called Zhu Zheng back to the yard, "Besides, you vomited so much blood, you should take some rest, right?"

There are lush flowers and plants in the bamboo hut, the breeze is gentle, and the pleasant sunshine makes people feel warm.

The two sat down in the pavilion, and Zhu Zheng thought about it, "Did I vomit blood?"

Chong Hongzi said, "After the scorpion has detoxified, the poison will be excreted along with the dirty blood, but it is your own blood after all. I'll ask Cheng Yi to use more tonics, and Xiao Zheng'er to drink it for a while."

Zhu Zheng nodded. She only remembered the shocking scene of the red scorpion crawling into the flesh. She didn’t remember what happened next very clearly.

This scorpion can not only detoxify, but also cause amnesia due to the pain. It is quite considerate. She has enough bad memories in her dreams at midnight, so it is better to forget them to avoid adding more.

But speaking of blood replenishment, Zhu Zheng remembered something that had been lingering in his mind.

"Is the wound on your hand healed, sir?" Zhu Zheng asked.

Chong Hongzi was confused by the question, and thought for a while, "He should be fine, I don't think he took it to heart."

Zhu Zheng groaned, "I saw that the wound was caused by a sharp weapon, it's..."

"He was cut by a dagger." Chong Hongzi saw Zhu Zheng frowning and immediately said seriously, "It's none of other people's business. He cut himself."

Zhu Zheng frowned even more deeply, "Did you draw it yourself? Why?"

Chong Hongzi hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "What did Cheng Yi tell you?"

"The adults said they went to make a wish." Zhu Zheng repeated, then paused and said, "I know it's not true."

Rong Yan usually remained silent when he didn't want to say anything. He was a person who disdained lying, so when he did lie, it seemed particularly clumsy and could almost be seen through at a glance.

"It's not a lie." Chong Hongzi stroked his beard and said faintly, "It's just that his temper is as hard as a rock, and he doesn't want to accept the possibility that his wish may not come true."

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly. What does this mean? Did he make a wish but it didn't come true, so he stabbed himself?

The reason why a wish is a wish is because it is just an expectation and imagination of the future. No one can guarantee whether it will come true. If a three-year-old child understands this truth, how can adults not understand it?

Zhu Zheng was confused, "What is your wish?"

Chong Hongzi was silent for a while, looked at Zhu Zheng's sincere questioning, opened his mouth, and hesitated several times.

"I'm just asking casually. I don't really need to know." Seeing the master in such an awkward position, Zhu Zheng realized that his question was a bit abrupt, so he changed the subject and asked another question.

"Yutian Temple is truly a place blessed with unique Feng Shui. It can be seen that you have deep feelings for this place. Why did you go down the mountain to Shengjing to become a tutor?"

Her original intention was to ease the atmosphere, probably thinking that Master Chong Hongzi would give a general answer.

For example, such grand statements as "He has lofty ambitions and cares about the country."

Unexpectedly, Chong Hongzi's expression was even more tangled than before, and his long white beard was all wrinkled together.

"Of course, this is a matter of your master's sect." Zhu Zheng touched his nose, "I am just curious and just chatting. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

"Xiao Zheng'er, don't hesitate to ask whatever you want to ask. After all, you can't expect Cheng Yi to tell you." Chong Hongzi scratched his messy hair, "It's just that it's a long story. I need to think about where to start."

"Is it about the past?" Zhu Zheng became interested and couldn't help but joked, "Did your Excellency decide to become a tutor when he was a child?"

Given his decisive attitude, it might be possible.

"He is also related." Chong Hongzi confirmed Zhu Zheng's guess and suddenly sat up straight. "I mentioned before that when Cheng Yi came to the temple, he was brought in because there was a visitor. Do you still remember it?"

Zhu Zheng nodded, "Remember."

Chong Hongzi paused for a moment and said, "You must recognize this distinguished guest."