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

Zhu Zheng slept soundly.

She gradually regained consciousness from her coma and vaguely remembered having drunk some wine last night.

Drinking was purely an unavoidable accident. She ate too much cold cake and her stomach felt very cold. The teapot in the room happened to be empty. She groped for the green-glazed wine pot in the dark and drank it in one gulp. As expected, her stomach felt much better.

Nuan did warm up my cold stomach, but it was a little too delicious and I couldn't help but drink a few cups.

At that time, she gradually relaxed her mind, thinking that she was drinking in her own room anyway, so she only had two sips and then went back to bed to have a sound sleep, and no one would know when the day broke.

Zhu Zheng remembered that after drinking a few glasses of wine, she indeed staggered a few steps, then staggered back to the bed, where she lay down lazily and lightly, feeling limp all over, and had a sweet dream of a monkey trying to catch the moon all night.

This is how things should be...

But who could tell her why the Grand Tutor was sitting by her bed watching her sleep again?

"Sir?" Zhu Zheng's head was still hazy and she saw Rong Yan in a silver-purple official robe, complete with jewelry, sitting upright. She couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Did you just come out of court?"

Rong Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "I'm taking a day off today."

"Ah?" Zhu Zheng asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"Because of you." Rong Yan answered in a low voice.

Zhu Zheng was even more confused, "What's wrong with me? I'm just sleeping... right?"

Rong Yan frowned slightly and reached out his hand to touch her forehead, "You slept for a whole day."

Zhu Zheng was stunned.

Only then did she take a quick look inside the room. It turned out that the light was not sunlight but candlelight. She quickly glanced out the window and saw that it was actually dark...

What's the origin of this pot of green plum wine? It's more effective than the knockout drug.

Thinking of how she had drunk the wine, Zhu Zheng sat up and glanced at the table. Fortunately, the table was empty and there was no evidence of the crime.

Did she clean up after drinking it herself?

Anyway, it couldn't be the Grand Tutor. If it was, he would never sit there so calmly and not expose her.

Zhu Zheng eliminated the danger of being discovered by Rong Yan, and felt relieved.

Zhu Zheng only remembered that he was drunk and felt a little emotional. Now that he is getting older, he has become more considerate in dealing with people...

While I was still sighing, I suddenly heard the person sitting next to the bed say, "Last night..."

The candlelight reflected Rong Yan's outline, and a small Zhu Zheng was reflected in his amber eyes. She inexplicably felt that some similar fragments flashed by, but before she could figure it out, her mouth reacted before her brain, and she recited a string of words without taking a breath.

"I remember that I fell asleep right after I finished talking to the adults last night. Maybe this is the sleepiness during pregnancy. I slept all day and was so dizzy that I didn't know east, west, south, or north. I shouldn't have made the adults worry."

Zhu Zheng was very impressed with the perfect excuse she had come up with on a whim of "sleepiness during pregnancy". After saying this, she touched her waist, but felt nothing.

She was stunned.

Rong Yan stared at her, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was also indifferent, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zheng's alarm bells rang, and she covered her waist with the quilt in front of her tight body, "Nothing."

Rong Yan just looked at her. Although there was no expression on his face, Zhu Zheng could tell that something was wrong with him today.

Zhu Zheng's face turned pale, "Sir, did you see anything strange last night?"

"for example?"

"for example ……"

Like her belly.

She didn't know how to ask, so she secretly looked around the room. She didn't see it anywhere she could see. It was impossible for such a big and strange thing to disappear out of thin air... Could it be in the pot in the kitchen, or hanging on the tree at the door...

Zhu Zheng, who was just thankful that nothing happened, now felt extremely regretful. No wonder people said drinking would cause trouble. This time she really caused a huge loss of her life.

When Zhu Zheng was still thinking about the world collapsing in her mind, Rong Yan suddenly stretched out two fingers and tapped her forehead, "It seems that you don't remember anything at all again."

Zhu Zheng missed what he meant by "again" and only asked with a tense back, "What should I remember?"

Rong Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the corner of Zhu Zheng's lips, "I had a lot of fun last night."

This is a very unusual sentence and should be able to elicit some clues.

"What did I play?"

Hearing this, Rong Yan paused, not knowing what he was thinking of. His face stiffened and an abnormal blush appeared on his ears.

But Zhu Zheng didn't pay attention to this at the moment. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, she called out anxiously, "Sir?"

Why did he suddenly ignore me in the middle of a sentence?

"Forget it if you don't remember..." Rong Yan came back to his senses after a long time, and then changed the subject, "Get up and eat something."

Zhu Zheng stayed in bed for a long time, and coaxed Rong Yan in a gentle voice for a long time. Only after he finally agreed to go out did she dare to get down from the bed, and then immediately began to search through her belly.

Cabinet, table, stool, chair, bed, under the bed, window, behind the door...

No.

Zhu Zheng did not delay and immediately went out to look for it. Along the way, he was bold and careful, and looked everywhere on the roof, eaves, trees, walls, pots, and wells...

nothing.

In the dim night, Zhu Zheng carried a lantern and found her way to the lake. The calm surface of the lake was like a dark mirror, reflecting a confused Zhu Zheng.

She was confused for a while, then began to reason.

Based on Rong Yan's superficial analysis of "I had a lot of fun last night", is there a possibility that the monkey catching the moon last night was not a dream, and she got drunk after two glasses of light wine and really ran out to play, accidentally throwing or dropping her precious belly into the lake?

That lifelike fake cowhide belly was quite heavy, and it made her back ache from carrying it all day long. If she fell into the lake, she probably wouldn’t be able to float up again.

The more Zhu Zheng thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

Since it couldn't be found anywhere, sinking it to the bottom of the lake and being ignored is the best outcome rather than leaving it hanging out there.

She didn't want to look for it anymore. It was already a foregone conclusion that she wouldn't find one. The most important thing was to find a replacement as soon as possible.

Zhu Zheng went back to the room again, and went all the way from the bedroom to the guest room, trying all kinds of pillows by stuffing them into her clothes, but they were either too long or too short or too bulgy and flat. Fortunately, she finally found a semi-circular soft pillow on the small couch in Rong Yan's study, which was just the right size to stuff into her clothes.

Zhu Zheng took out a long belt to tie the pillow tightly and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, a clear and deep voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"what are you doing?"

Zhu Zheng was startled and picked up a piece of paper from the desk. "I am admiring your painting... Your handwriting is really wonderful. This kind of painting can only be found in heaven and is rare in the world..."

"That's paper for wiping ink." Rong Yan said.

"Oh..." Zhu Zheng paused, then continued with a smile, "Your Excellency wipes the ink in a very elegant and carefree manner, showing your freehand and elegant demeanor..."

Rong Yan looked at her for a while, from head to toe, and paused when he scanned her bulging belly.

The red marks left by the belt on her waist last night flashed before his eyes, and he felt a little depressed.

"Come here and drink the porridge." He called to Zhu Zheng.

Zhu Zheng then noticed that he had brought a food tray and placed it on the table, so she quickly ran over and sat down obediently.

The bowl contains honey, lily and wolfberry porridge, which is suitable for dispelling liver fire. The side dishes are also delicious, light and tasty.

The study was hung with various valuable calligraphy and paintings, and the candlelight was bright. The well-dressed Grand Tutor held the figure in his arms, who was only wearing a nightgown, and patiently served her porridge and dishes.

Zhu Zheng was indeed hungry after sleeping for a whole day, so she ate whatever was served to her.

Rong Yan fed her for a while, looked at her bulging cheeks from chewing, and asked casually, "Does your waist still hurt?"

Zhu Zheng thought that the adults were "looking, smelling, and asking" again, and they actually saw at a glance that she had a backache.

But she was indeed much more relaxed today, and shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Where's your head? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"…What about the mouth?"

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Zhu Zheng answered casually and looked up at Rong Yan with some confusion.

Apart from the panic just now, she actually felt extremely comfortable. After all, a good sleep is better than a hundred medicines, and now she felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

Rong Yan wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, stared at her brows, and suddenly said, "It hurts a little."

Zhu Zheng was startled, "Where does it hurt, sir?"

Rong Yan: "My collarbone hurts."