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

"Well……"

The moon sets in the west and everything is silent.

The newly renovated Sulin Water Pavilion was silent in the moonlight.

All the candles in Nanyuan were extinguished, but a few moans were heard from the room at the end.

Clothes and jewelry were scattered all over the floor in the room, and two figures were overlapping on the couch. A pair of big hands brushed away the sweaty hair, revealing a pretty little face with a slight blush all over it.

A dim light flooded into Zhu Zheng's eyes.

She was a little out of breath.

She felt as if a stone slab was pressing on her body, hot and scalding. She tried to push the stone away, but her hands were restrained by something. She pushed twice, but she became increasingly short of breath.

The burning heat between his lips and teeth spread throughout his body until his limbs became weak and he no longer had the strength to push away.

The tip of my nose seems to smell the fragrance of cold plum blossoms in the cold wind, fresh and refreshing.

She sniffed greedily, but the fragrance dissipated again and she could not catch anything.

Before losing consciousness, there was only one thought in my mind.

That glass of wine that I knew was drugged... I shouldn't have finished it in one gulp.

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Dawn broke in the sky, the morning mist dissipated in the waterside pavilion, and a red sun was reflected in the lake.

Zhu Zheng was awakened by a nightmare.

There was a raging fire in her dream, she was running wildly in the snow, endless black flags were waving beside her, and the thick snow dyed the endless night white.

She kept running, but the road ahead seemed to be getting narrower and darker.

A sharp clanging sound pierced my ears, and a long arrow flew through the air.

In just a moment, a sharp cold light pierced her heart, and bright red blood gushed out.

I woke up suddenly and the dream came to an abrupt end.

Zhu Zheng frowned and raised her hand, subconsciously pounding her aching heart, but she felt something warm instead.

…She wasn’t wearing pajamas.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and what I saw was a dazzling white. The gauze curtains were adorned with priceless pearls, reflecting the morning light that filtered in through the window.

Zhu Zheng had a splitting headache and her whole body ached. After a long while, she slowly regained consciousness and remembered why she was lying here.

Last night she grabbed a glass of wine to liven things up, and treated herself like an object, sending herself to a strange man's couch.

Still willing.

Zhu Zheng thought that it was not a loss, after all, she was originally dead.

The imperial silver arrow whizzed over and tore a bloody hole in her heart.

She fell on her back in the snow, bleeding slowly, until her blood froze into ice, until her body dried up, until she could no longer feel the pain.

She became light again, left her body, and floated in the air like a cloud.

There was a crowd of people below, with iron horses and heavy armor. A man pushed through the crowd and stumbled towards her.

That was her elder sister who was like the moon above the clouds, her only relative in the world.

The elder sister was naked and covered in blood. She knelt in the snow, holding her body and looking up to the sky in grief.

A tall black horse stood in front of the formation. A man in black armor sitting on the horse let out a few strange laughs and pointed frivolously with his spear.

"Everyone, enjoy yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of wolf-like soldiers surrounded him, instantly drowning out the slender figure in the snow.

Zhu Zheng screamed shrilly, but no one could hear her. She rushed towards the crowd, bumping into the crowd, looking as ferocious as a ghost.

She thought she would become a ghost, she hoped she could become a ghost...

Unfortunately not.

From then on, they fell into the abyss. The entire Zhu family was executed, and the prince imprisoned my sister in a dungeon and sent people to humiliate her day and night until she could not bear the humiliation and swallowed gold and committed suicide...

Zhu Zheng's body disappeared without a trace, and there was no grave or tombstone. She turned into a lonely soul, wandering day and night without a home. She was determined not to pass away, and her only wish was to see her sister who had become a ghost again.

But there isn't.

She had heard people say that people who committed suicide would have their souls dissipated and would not be reincarnated.

Zhu Zheng refused to believe a word and waited in front of her sister's grave for ten years.

Until her soul was heavy with loneliness, she curled up in front of the grave covered by green grass, waiting for her own disappearance.

……

Instead of being scared to death, I felt a strong pain.

Zhu Zheng was shocked, a dazzling light flooded into her eyes, and she was facing a bronze mirror. A figure was swaying, and someone was talking next to her.

"The fourth young lady is playing around again and has messed up her hair. There are still two hours before the tea and poetry party, and she needs to comb her hair again..."

The voice belonged to her maid, Mingcui.

Zhu Zheng was in a trance and rushed over to pinch Mingcui's face, making her cry out in pain.

"Where is this? The underworld?"

She clearly remembered that Mingcui was hung on the city wall.

"Fourth Miss!" Ming Cui covered her mouth, "Be careful with your words and actions! This is not like being in your own house. The Waterside Poetry Festival is held by the royal family, and there are great ears everywhere!"

Heavenly home? Waterside poetry gathering?

Zhu Zheng looked around. On the rustic incense table, a small pot of tea was boiling, with gurgling water.

This is actually... in the teahouse of Shuixie Lanyuexuan.

After a long time, Zhu Zheng turned around in confusion, horror, regret and crying. Then, in front of Ming Cui's shocked eyes, she wiped the tears from her face, knelt on the ground with a plop, and bowed devoutly three times.

I thank the blue sky for its eyes and God for his mercy.

Secondly, thank you King of Hell for your mercy and for not taking her soul away.

She wanted to thank some merciful god for helping her and giving her a chance to start over.

The Waterside Poetry Festival was held in the 17th year of the Qingli period.

It was still two years before he was shot through the heart by Gong Yixiu.

In her previous life, because she had just celebrated her seventeenth birthday, Zhu Zheng was so busy having fun at the poetry reading that she didn’t notice where her elder sister had gone.

The next day, it was heard that Zhu Qing, the third daughter of the Zhu family, and Wen Boqiu, the sixth son of the Wen family, got drunk and spent the night together in the waterside pavilion.

My grandmother brought a group of people and surrounded the people in the Wen Mansion, demanding an explanation.

The poetry gathering was built on the reputation of "drinking tea when encountering it, and pouring wine when encountering it, with the spirit of elegance and righteousness, poetry and wine", and the guests invited were all from aristocratic families who could not be more noble.

Logically speaking, the Zhu family, a poor family with nothing but money, was out of their reach. It was their grandmother who gave them a lot of gold ingots to get them two sisters in.

But he came here and caused such an ugly thing.

Or maybe they came here just to make such a mess...

After all, everyone in Shengjing knew that whenever Madam Zhu showed up, she would talk about finding husbands-in-law for her two granddaughters every three sentences.

Rumors spread everywhere for a while.

A few days later, Young Master Wen Liu had no choice but to go and propose marriage, but it turned out to be another farce.

Because when he proposed marriage, he kept saying that the one he liked was not the third Miss Zhu Qing, but the fourth Miss Zhu Zheng.

This "fickle" marriage caused a lot of controversy.

If it succeeded, it would be a laughing stock; if it failed, it would be a waste of time. The already notorious Zhu family once again became the subject of frivolous laughter among the people for a long time.

The despicable marriage proposal was a failure, and was inevitably criticized by the noble families one by one. They were afraid of having any connection with the Zhu family, and even being isolated and helpless in the rebellion for the succession, making the whole family become the dead souls sacrificed on the battlefield.

A long time later, when Zhu Zheng was stuck in a difficult situation and unable to turn things around, she thought back and it seemed that from that day on, everything went downhill and there was no turning back.

Reborn before the poetry reading, there was no time to make long-term plans. Last night at the poetry reading dinner, Zhu Zheng directly snatched the glass of liquor with "Drunk Spring Night" added in it from her grandmother's hand.

After making a lot of arrangements, he sneaked into Nanyuan, replaced one thing with another, and sent himself to this couch while he was unconscious.

Since Wen Liu kept asking her to be the fourth, it would be better for her to take this path.

After one night, the matter was settled.

The memories of how she was reborn yesterday and then slept on this couch stopped, Zhu Zheng pursed her lips and returned to the present.

She sat up, leaning against the bed rail, her eyes unable to hide the coldness, and tried to find her clothes.

Looking around, the first thing I saw was a goose yellow spring skirt, hanging wrinkled at the end of the bed.

It was made for her in preparation for a banquet, and her grandmother had it specially prepared for her.

Next to the spring skirt, there was another piece of clothing hanging, entangled with hers.

The crimson-purple robe was covered with silver embroidery. The turned-up inner lapel was embroidered with a unicorn embracing a bamboo, and the silver buttons were engraved with cloud patterns, creating a faint cold glow.

The shape is solemn and the aura is imposing; it is obviously an official robe.

No...no...

She remembered clearly that the Sixth Master Wen, who had no official position yet, wore a plain white gown at the poetry meeting.

Then whose official robe is this?