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

Because she had been hungry for too long, Zhu Zheng drank voraciously and Rong Yan fed her steadily.

The little mouth opened to the limit, and in the blink of an eye, it finished the whole bowl of porridge like a whirlwind.

Rong Yan looked at the empty bowl and asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes." Zhu Zheng said softly and firmly.

Rong Yan quickly brought back another bowl.

Zhu Zheng puffed up her cheeks and continued to drink. Firstly, she really needed to fill her stomach. Secondly, she felt that Rong Yan was too calm. If she could make him impatient and let her eat by herself, would it be considered to have regained some face in this inexplicable competition...

Rong Yan didn't notice Zhu Zheng's secret rivalry at all, and still fed her patiently, one spoonful at a time, occasionally giving her gentle instructions.

"Drink slowly."

After finishing another bowl, she was already a little full, but seeing that she had no hope of winning, she said unconvincedly, "One more time..."

"Can you still eat it?"

"I can eat more!" Zhu Zheng patted his stomach to relieve the gas and burped.

"Okay." Rong Yan put the bowl and spoon aside, then said belatedly, "Are you angry with me?"

After he asked this, Zhu Zheng realized that she seemed to have lost her mind just now and acted childishly and inappropriately in front of the Grand Tutor.

So he simply denied it and said, "No."

Rong Yan frowned slightly, "Did I do something wrong to make you angry?"

"I'm not angry." Zhu Zheng shook his head guiltily and said honestly, "It's just a matter of pride..."

Rong Yan's brows relaxed slightly, and he picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her lips, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you in such a hurry to fight?"

Zhu Zheng's face felt itchy because of his actions. The trick he used to tease her sister just now made her look a little embarrassed. She turned her face away and muttered something embarrassedly.

"I can't help it. Zhu Zheng Zhu Zheng, my elder sister gave me a name and asked me to fight for it..."

Rong Yan suddenly laughed softly.

Zhu Zheng raised her eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his clear eyes looked at her intently, and the color of his whole face finally became lively again.

He finally smiled.

Ever since he met the Grand Tutor, he had been more depressed and resentful than her. If someone didn't know, they would have thought that he was the one who was hit by an arrow for no reason.

With her stomach full, Zhu Zheng felt sleepy. She leaned back and prepared to lie back on the couch to continue wasting time.

Rong Yan held her down, and took out a large black-glazed porcelain bottle from his body, opened the lid and said to Zhu Zheng, "Take off your clothes."

Zhu Zheng thought she had heard it wrongly, "What?"

Rong Yan: "Apply the medicine."

A strong medicinal smell emanated from the black-glazed porcelain bottle. Zhu Zheng said "Oh" and frowned slightly, "Is there..."

Are there any maids or nannies?

Rong Yan: “No.”

Zhu Zheng choked. How did he know what she wanted to ask?

Putting aside the distinction between men and women, she suddenly realized that she had been served by the noble Taifu for so long. It was better not to take off her clothes and apply medicine...

She pursed her lips, "How is that possible?"

Zhu Zheng stretched her neck and looked outside, as if she hadn't seen anyone walking around since she woke up.

"No one else." Rong Yan's handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, "No one wants to stay here."

Zhu Zheng was quickly convinced by this reason and nodded in agreement.

The northern border is bitterly cold, and Chengxu Mountain is a place even further north than the place of exile. It is rarely visited all year round. It is hard for the Grand Tutor to find this house to accommodate her, and he probably didn't bring any attendants with him.

But, there was no one else? So that bowl of porridge was also cooked by the Grand Tutor himself?

Rong Yan sat against the light, the snow light outside the window outlined the profile of his face, and the faint shadow cast by his eyelashes brushed lightly under his eyes, adding a bit of his innate sharp temperament.

It is really hard to imagine such a person busy cooking porridge around the stove.

Zhu Zheng has loved watching people cook since she was a child. If she could walk, she would definitely follow and watch to satisfy her curiosity.

What a pity.

While complaining in his heart, Rong Yan held the ointment in his palm and slowly stirred it with a stirring stick. His movements were very skillful.

Suddenly, I realized that it was no wonder that there was no doctor.

Fortunately, the one who saved her was the versatile Taifu. Zhu Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "I'm so lucky to be taken care of by you."

She moved her lips, thinking of a sincere thank you.

For some reason, it not only sounded a bit weird when it was said, but also sounded a bit oddly complacent.

Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at her, and there was indeed no trace of emotion on that cold face.

"I should first praise the Grand Tutor for his omnipotence." Zhu Zheng thought to herself, and then thought again, it would be better to just shed a few tears and say a few more words with a crying voice.

Zhu Zheng squeezed her eyelids, feeling the dryness as if sand and gravel had entered her eyes.

To be honest, although it is a great blessing to survive a desperate situation, it is also really scary. She is actually very happy to see Rong Yan here.

That was a kind of happiness that had nothing to do with whether he was "omnipotent" or not.

As for what it was exactly, Zhu Zheng couldn't say. She just felt a surge of emotion stuck in her heart, and suddenly her nose felt sore.

The feeling is coming!

Zhu Zheng sat up straight with excitement and was about to speak when Rong Yan suddenly raised his hand towards her neck.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Zheng was startled.

"Unbutton your collar." Rong Yan said calmly.

The atmosphere that had just been brewing suddenly disappeared. Zhu Zheng protected his collar and stepped back with a look of being ready to die.

Zhu Zheng: "I can do it myself."

Rong Yan: “No.”

Zhu Zheng: "I don't think we are that close yet."

"Who do you think..." Rong Yan frowned helplessly, "When you were unconscious, who did it?"

"Oh." Zhu Zheng was silent for a while, "...you should have said it earlier."

The decisiveness of breaking the jar gave Zhu Zheng a belated courage. Doctors do not care about men or women, so she should not be so pedantic.

The tap in the room was very hot and Zhu Zheng was only wearing a thin nightgown. She quickly unbuttoned her collar and pulled the nightgown off her shoulders.

The snow-white shoulder was wrapped in a thick cloth. The wound was three inches above the heart, almost penetrating the left shoulder. Although it was bandaged very carefully, perhaps because of the excessive movement after waking up, a little red blood had seeped out.

Zhu Zheng couldn't bear to watch and turned her head slightly.

Rong Yan had a serious expression on his face. He put his slightly cold hands on Zhu Zheng and gently untied the knot of the cloth.

The wound was still bleeding, and the scabby part and the bandage were inevitably stuck together. When it was torn apart, it felt like tearing off a second layer of skin.

“Hmm…” Zhu Zheng couldn’t bear the pain and buried her face in Rong Yan’s neck, tightly grasping his collar, “Master Taifu…”

The breath was soft and unreal, and the call was a little hoarse. It sounded like being swept by a tough but soft cattail.

Rong Yan's hand trembled inexplicably, pulling the cloth covering the wound.

"light……"

She wanted to ask him to be gentler, but she knew that Rong Yan's movements were already gentle enough. The dirty blood was stuck to the wound, and it would definitely be painful when it was torn open.

"Just be patient, it will be fine soon." Rong Yan's voice was different from usual, with an inexplicable lowness.

Zhu Zheng gritted her teeth and nodded.

There was another stinging pain when the new ointment was applied. Zhu Zheng no longer had the strength to move, and her whole body fell limply on Rong Yan's chest like a melted cake.

Occasionally, the movements were a little too heavy, and Zhu Zheng couldn't help but let out a few groans of pain, and his warm breath filled the crook of his neck.