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

The moonlight is not very bright tonight, with thin clouds and a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Rong Yan looked up at the sky, then looked at Zhu Zheng who was squatting on the ground, and kindly reminded, "The moon is in the sky."

Zhu Zheng shook her head, "That's not the moon, the round one is the moon."

After saying that, she started to move the millstone again. It was so heavy that it didn't move at all. But she was not discouraged. After all, the moon was heavier, so it was normal.

As they were arguing, her waist was grabbed and pulled into his arms. Rong Yan suddenly picked her up and brought her back to the bedroom.

Zhu Zheng struggled so hard that Rong Yan had no choice but to put her down on the stool. He glanced at the table and saw that the open green-glazed wine jug was half empty and the wine glass was overturned on the edge of the table.

Zhu Zheng saw who was holding her and suddenly laughed foolishly, "Sir..."

Then she started to pull at her clothes with a flushed face, "Sir... it's so hot."

She ripped off her clothes very neatly and boldly, not caring how many pieces she was wearing and pulling them all off at once. Rong Yan had no choice but to grab her hand, pat her back soothingly, and help her take off her outer shirt, leaving only a thin undershirt on her body.

Zhu Zheng was still making trouble, and grabbed his cool hand and pressed it against her face, "I'm so hot..."

Rong Yan frowned, "Where else is hot?"

"My stomach is hot." Zhu Zheng pointed at herself, "Something is sucking on my stomach."

Rong Yan's eyes dimmed slightly. Before he could say anything, Zhu Zheng had already lifted up her shirt and said with an aggrieved look, "Sir, please come and save me..."

There was only a dim light on in the room. Zhu Zheng was so drunk that she couldn't see Rong Yan's expression. She only knew that he was quiet for a long time, and finally reached behind her waist, untied the knot, and took down something like a turtle shell from in front of her, which made her feel a lot more relieved.

After being rescued, Zhu Zheng let out a long breath, sat on Rong Yan's legs, and called softly, "Sir..."

"Yes, here it is."

Zhu Zheng actually didn’t have a clear idea of ​​who she was calling “Sir”. She just knew that she felt inexplicably at ease after calling out these two words, as if she was calling out to a kind god who would grant her every wish.

"Zheng'er's waist is so sore..." she said in a low voice.

The good immortal really answered her prayers. After a moment of silence, he stretched out his beautiful hands to rub her waist.

The clothes in summer were thin, full of warmth and fragrance, and as soft as jade to the touch. Rong Yan did not dare to use too much force, and only slowly rubbed a few acupuncture points on her lower back to relieve fatigue.

Zhu Zheng was not satisfied, "Your strength is so weak."

Rong Yan: “…”

"Focus more, please?"

Rong Yan: “… Yeah.”

He used a little force, and Zhu Zheng sat on his legs, with her knees hanging on his waist. She leaned against him softly, and swayed and moaned as he rubbed her.

Rong Yan was groaning and his mind was a little confused. He calmed down and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Zhu Zheng nodded, then shook her head, "Not feeling well."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Your legs are so uncomfortable... It's like sitting on a rock."

Rong Yan paused his movements and wanted to carry her down to sit on the soft seat next to him, but as soon as he moved, Zhu Zheng hugged his waist.

"You were just kidding." Zhu Zheng begged, "Sir, please don't leave. It's comfortable, comfortable."

Rong Yan stopped moving and felt more comfortable holding Zhu Zheng tightly. He had just finished a shower and was only wearing a silk nightgown. The thin material felt cool against his face.

Zhu Zheng wasn't noisy when she was drunk, she just kept talking non-stop, as if she was afraid to have her mouth idle.

"I have something to say to you, sir..."

"What?"

Zhu Zheng's voice was very soft. Rong Yan leaned over to listen and only heard one sentence.

"I like you so much, sir..."

Rong Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he heard her take a breath and then said, "... wear official uniform."

Zhu Zheng's confused mind flashed back to the first time she met Rong Yan. She didn't know which memory in her two lives it was, but it seemed to be at a palace banquet, with clinking glasses and noisy voices. She heard from others that the rumored Grand Tutor was also there.

She looked back. She was so far away from him that she could only see the silver-purple official uniform he was wearing. She could vaguely see his unparalleled grace, but she couldn't see anything else... But she remembered it...

"It's really beautiful..." Zhu Zheng sighed, "It's really beautiful..."

After she finished speaking, her mind drifted away again. She buried her head in his clothes and rubbed it randomly, causing Rong Yanhe's tight collar to come apart. While he was carefully taking care that Zhu Zheng would not fall off due to the twisting, he refilled a glass of wine and took a sip.

It was indeed ordinary green plum wine, and it didn't seem to have any weird seasonings added to it.

While he was studying whether there was anything wrong with the wine, Zhu Zheng suddenly raised her head, held his face and asked, "Did you steal my wine, sir?"

Rong Yan lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "Do you know that you are drunk?"

Zhu Zheng mimicked in confusion, "Do you know...you are drunk?"

Rong Yan smiled faintly and tapped the tip of her nose, "I'm not the one who's drunk."

Zhu Zheng looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why is your face so red?"

Rong Yan was silent.

Zhu Zheng noticed his embarrassment and a sly smile of triumph appeared in her eyes.

Because she remembered that her nose had been touched, she wanted to touch him back, but her two hands were busy holding Rong Yan's face and she couldn't spare the time. At a loss, an idea suddenly came to her. She lowered her head and pecked the bridge of his nose with her mouth, like a chicken pecking at rice.

The gentle touch of a dragonfly touching the water froze the already silent Rong Yan, and he remained motionless for a long while.

The handsome face in front of her seemed to turn even redder. Zhu Zheng found it amusing and lowered her head to peck him again, but Rong Yan turned his face away slightly.

This small action made Zhu Zheng startled. She said aggrievedly, "Master, you don't love me anymore..."

Rong Yan paused, his gentle eyes not quite calm, and after a long while he said, "It hurts."

"It just doesn't hurt anymore." Zhu Zheng exposed his lie, "Last time at the poetry gathering, you clearly let me kiss you obediently... Why didn't you let me kiss you this time?"

Rong Yan was startled and looked up at her, "You remember."

Zhu Zheng: "...Remember what?"

Rong Yan: "Remember what we did that night at the poetry reading..."

"Sir!" Zhu Zheng's mind wandered again, and she suddenly called him with a smile, interrupting him. He had just taken a bath, and the faint scent of cold plum on his body was really pleasant, and she couldn't help but take a few deep sniffs.

"My lord, you smell so good. Is your lord made of plum blossoms?"

After sniffing twice, she was not satisfied. As if she remembered something, she reached into his loose clothes and asked, "Is the plum filling sweet or bitter? Can I have a taste?"

"Zhu Zheng." Rong Yan held her hand, his eyes fixed on her face, but his tone was unnaturally light, "Okay... don't make me do anything out of line."

Zhu Zheng, who was called by a famous name, instantly became rebellious and said with a frown, "I provoked you, so what..."

The courtyard is deep, the window screens reflect the shadows of newly green banana trees, and the sound of cuckoos can be heard in the distance.

The drunk Fourth Miss Zhu nestled in the arms of the Grand Tutor and acted like a spoiled brat, which made the Grand Tutor's ears and cheeks red, but he still forced himself to be serious and gave her futile instructions.

"You should go to bed when you're drunk, and you shouldn't fool around with others like this."

"My Lord, you have wronged me." Zhu Zheng was a little unhappy after being criticized, and she spoke incoherently, "My Lord is my Lord, and others are others... Is playing with my Lord considered mischief..."

As she spoke, she blinked slowly, and said in a fragmentary but sincere way, "Sir and my sister both love me... I want to love Sir, too, is that not okay..."

Rong Yan's eyes darkened as he stared into Zhu Zheng's unclear eyes. Only he was reflected in her dark eyes. He was wondering how much room there was for "misunderstanding" in this sentence, so that he could willingly confine himself to it again.

But now was obviously not a good time to think about it. After a while, Zhu Zheng came over to tease him again. Rong Yan did not dodge or greet him, but insisted, "You have to think about who I am. Only after you have thought about it..."

Zhu Zheng heard that he was about to waver, and her eyes lit up as she asked, "What can we do about talent?"

Rong Yan clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and took two deep breaths.

Seeing that Rong Yan didn't move for a long time, Zhu Zheng ran out of patience. She straightened her waist and pressed Rong Yan back. He subconsciously grabbed her and was taken advantage of and kissed on the eyelid.

"How come you are so handsome? Even with your eyes closed, you are still handsome..." Zhu Zheng started to babble again, "Your eyelashes are so long, like the flowers of the Albizia Julibrissin..."

Rong Yan opened his eyes and looked at the person who was making trouble in front of him, feeling helpless about what to do.

Of course, it wasn't that there was really nothing that could be done. There were ten thousand ways that could easily stop her, but Rong Yan didn't want to use any of them.

He wanted to indulge Zhu Zheng, but he wanted to indulge himself even more.

Rong Yan frowned and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp, so that he could also use this glass of light wine to make himself confused for a while.

Zhu Zheng didn't understand why the adult suddenly stole her wine again, but seeing how he looked so unrestrained and pleasing to the eye while drinking with his head tilted back, she generously chose to forgive him.

After forgiving him, she happily pecked Rong Yan's face randomly, then imitated him by closing her eyes and moved closer to him.

"Sir, it's your turn." She smiled and said, "...it's your turn to kiss Zheng'er."