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

The wupeng boat slowly sailed into the dock.

Some people in the crowd started to look over and began to notice this inconspicuous and out-of-place little boat.

Of course, this also includes the one at the head of the crowd.

The man who looked up at me among the white lotus had deep brows and a calm expression.

Even when surrounded by a crowd, his eyes and brows were filled with a cold and tired look, as if he was always independent from the hustle and bustle and had never been integrated into it.

Zhu Zheng suddenly ducked down, hid in the boat awning, and lifted up the chess table to cover his face.

Unexpectedly, the chess bowl was knocked over, and the jade chess pieces fell into the wooden boat, making a sound like a sudden rain.

The boat was close to the shore, and more people over there heard the noise and looked over with all their eyes.

The phrase "enemies meet in a narrow road" is so familiar to us simply because it happens so frequently.

She had clearly asked about the whereabouts of the Grand Tutor in advance, but she didn't expect that he would be calm when he was not out of the house, but would meet her on a narrow road as soon as he left the house.

Zhu Zheng lowered her body lower and lower, trying to use Wen Boqiu's body to cover herself.

It was not until Wen Boqiu shook his body stiffly twice that Zhu Zheng looked up and realized that he was too close to him. He stumbled and said, "Miss Zhu, how could you..."

Wen Boqiu stepped back a distance while speaking. Zhu Zheng saw the purple-clothed figure in the distance again and hurriedly stuck close to Wen Boqiu again.

This is not a solution, so Zhu Zheng bent down and said, "Master Wen, I feel a little unwell all of a sudden. I can't get any wind, so I won't go to the island."

Wen Boqiu immediately showed concern on his face and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhu Zheng reached out and covered her stomach casually, "My stomach hurts."

After listening to this, Wen Boqiu turned his face slightly to the side, and his face turned a little red in the sunlight.

Zhu Zheng paused. She said she had a stomachache, so why was he blushing?

The boatman had already gone off the boat to drop anchor, and it was not appropriate for the two to stay on the boat alone, so Wen Boqiu stood up and prepared to go out first.

As the boat curtain was opened, the voices of people outside the boat rushed in. Zhu Zheng ignored etiquette and anxiously grabbed Wen Boqiu's sleeve.

"Wait a minute, Master Wen."

Wen Boqiu turned around and froze in an unnatural posture, having already leaned half of his body out.

Through the gap between Wen Boqiu's sleeves, Zhu Zheng secretly looked towards the shore and peered at everyone, recognizing many familiar faces. The eldest son of the Minister's Mansion, Shen Duanming, the prince's son, Gong Yishi, the little daughter of the Chief Censor's Mansion, Liu Qinghe...

The prince's power has always been the focus of the powerful. Compared with Gong Yixiu, who is good at dancing with long sleeves, the Grand Tutor rarely appears in such occasions.

But when she looked through the crowd, she only saw Rong Yan, but not Gong Yixiu.

This is strange.

Aren’t Gong Yixiu and him inseparable? In this kind of occasion, is Rong Yan the only one here?

Zhu Zheng did not dare to be negligent. She would never rashly get off the boat in such an abnormal situation.

Maybe it was because he was staring too hard, but Rong Yan, who was not far away, seemed to notice something and suddenly turned his head to look over here.

Zhu Zheng suddenly looked into his eyes through the fluttering seams of her clothes and suddenly lowered her head.

Don’t worry, don’t worry, Zhu Zheng comforted herself. It was bright outside, he was in the light and the boat was in the dark, there was no way he could see her clearly.

Zhu Zheng was busy lowering her head to protect herself and didn't notice that the person in front of her, whose sleeve she was grabbing, had a face as red as a roasted sweet potato.

The boatman came back from dropping anchor, lifted the bamboo curtain and invited the passengers to get off the boat, and the light from outside suddenly poured in.

The two young masters from the Right Vice Minister's house happened to be standing at the bow of the boat, looking inside jokingly.

"Sixth Master Wen, you are in such a refined mood."

"You came so late, it turns out you brought your family with you."

Zhu Zheng's hands suddenly loosened and she retreated into the darkness. The boat was shaken slightly by her sudden movement.

The teasing tone of the people outside the boat was inappropriately offensive. Wen Boqiu finally realized that Zhu Zheng was afraid of the crowd under the boat. He picked up a hat beside him and covered her head with it to block her view from outside.

He turned around and said, "Please forgive me, my sister is feeling unwell and cannot meet you."

Fortunately, many of the people on the island brought their wives with them, and Wen Boqiu was not someone who was easy to tease. After hearing what Wen Boqiu said, a few people laughed a few times and fooled him away, without forcing him.

Among a row of luxurious and magnificent painted boats, this black boat was really "ostentatious". Since Wen Boqiu showed up, more people gathered around like they were watching a play. They were all children of wealthy families who were familiar with him. He couldn't keep his airs and not get off the boat, so he had to turn around and apologize to Zhu Zheng.

"The fourth girl is waiting on the boat. I'll be back soon."

Zhu Zheng felt as if she had been pardoned and nodded gratefully to Wen Boqiu.

Unexpectedly, this wait would have no end.

Normally, I have never seen Young Master Wen so popular. This time, waves of people came to pester him, asking him about his studies, his relatives, and his plans for his career, one after another.

Poor Mr. Wen Liu was like a firefly stuck in a spider web, and his face soon turned red after being asked such questions.

The boat was moving slowly and it was almost noon. Zhu Zheng was so hungry that her eyes were turning black. Finally, she couldn't help but secretly stick half of her head out to take a peek.

The group of princes and young men had already walked away with Wen Boqiu, and only a colorful group of people were left among the shade of lotus leaves.

“I thought I would stay in there forever.”

A clear and deep voice sounded from the side.

Zhu Zheng looked towards the source of the sound and saw a person sitting in the octagonal pavilion on the side of the bow.

He was wearing a crimson purple robe and a silver jade crown, holding a long fishing rod in his hand, sitting upright as if he was fishing.

Zhu Zheng looked into the distance, then looked back, not giving up, and turned her head to look into the distance again.

Isn’t the Grand Tutor among that group of people? Why did he suddenly appear here?

The breeze combed through the bamboo grove beside the pavilion, and the sound of the bamboo swaying in the spring breeze was very pleasant. The shadows of the bamboo fell on Rong Yan's body, making his outline half bright and half dark.

"He can't come back." Rong Yan stared at the fishing rod.

Who? Wen Boqiu?

Zhu Zheng didn't react for a moment to whether he was talking to her, and she didn't understand why he came all the way to tell her that Wen Boqiu couldn't come back.

But it would be good if someone told her the exact news. Zhu Zheng nodded disappointedly, indicating that she understood.

Just as I was thinking this, I saw Rong Yan turn his head and glance at me with a captivating gaze.

The pavilion was transparent, the breeze fluttered his wide hem, and the scorching sunlight gave him a soft glow. In the interweaving of light and dark, it was as if a picture of a noble gentleman had come to life.

Zhu Zheng was in no mood to appreciate the beauty of the place. She wished she would never see the man in front of her again in her life. He suddenly appeared in front of her out of the blue. Before she was fully prepared to confront him, she felt her back tighten.

Rong Yan's slender jade-like knuckles rested the fishing rod loosely, and his eyes were fixed on her for a long time without moving. She had no choice but to pretend to be calm and look back.

After a long time, Rong Yan turned his eyes away and tapped the boat lightly with his fishing rod.

"Have a meal."

Zhu Zheng looked down and discovered that a food box had appeared on the deck at some point. It was made of gilded ebony and engraved with a circle of taotie patterns.

Not knowing what he was up to, Zhu Zheng held the hat in her arms, leaving only her eyes exposed, still staring at him vigilantly.

"No poison." Rong Yan stated calmly.

Zhu Zheng narrowed her eyes. She felt uncomfortable that her thoughts were so easily seen through. She pursed her lips and forced a faint smile.

"Master Taifu is joking."

Rong Yan put down his fishing rod with a click and stood up slowly. His tall figure almost filled the pavilion.

Behind him were lush green bamboos, with swaying shadows. His face, as pure and elegant as the first snow, had an unfathomable expression. His eyes were crystal clear in the sunlight, and his gaze slowly swept over Zhu Zheng.

"Yes, you still remember who I am."