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

With the clear goal of knowing whether to die or not in this life, Zhu Zheng turned his head back despite the sword tip, and a fiery red official robe came into view.

An unexpected person appeared here, and in such a scene. Zhu Zheng opened his mouth and asked in shock, "Commander Nie?"

"This place is really easy to find..." Nie Ruke glanced at her, "Fourth Miss Zhu, you are so capable that not only are there two or three people who are obsessed with you, but now they are trying to commit suicide."

Zhu Zheng was choked and confused, "What do you mean, Commander?"

Nie Ruke ignored her and said straight to the point, "Come with me."

Zhu Zheng didn't know which mountain he was looking at, so he continued to ask, "Why?"

Nie Ruke was getting impatient, "Stop talking nonsense."

Zhu Zheng: "Aren't you the one who keeps talking nonsense?"

Nie Ruke: “…”

There was silence for a while. Nie Ruke was silent for a long time, then he took out a ball of cloth from his sleeve and threw it over, "Look for yourself."

The cloth was wrapped tightly, and Zhu Zheng had to remove several layers before she finally took out the innermost layer of something white and red. When she unfolded it, she was shocked.

Oh my god, it’s a letter written in blood.

It was a fresh letter written in blood.

The piece of cloth was three feet wide and five feet long. The handwriting on it was sloppy and chaotic. The half-dried bloodstains still felt wet to the touch, and a bloody smell wafted into the air.

Zhu Zheng quickly scanned the entire article, which was about a deep love that could not be worn out, a thin fate in this life, and a continuation in the next life...

Zhu Zheng was shocked and confused by the wording. She looked up and asked, "What is this about..."

Who on earth wants to say goodbye to her in such a bloody way?

Seeing Zhu Zheng coming over with the blood letter, Nie Ruke stepped back, afraid of rubbing against the corner of his clothes, with the sword still on Zhu Zheng's neck, "Come with me to Su Dongling Liuxian Pavilion."

Zhu Zheng looked at his gleaming sword and frowned, "What if I don't want to go?"

Nie Ruke sneered, "There are ropes on the carriage."

Zhu Zheng also laughed, "Then why does the commander have to ask? Wouldn't it be easier to just tie them up?"

Of course, this blood letter scared Zhu Zheng. No one would remain calm after receiving such a bloody thing, but she was wondering in her heart who could have ordered Commander Nie to run errands and deliver this thing that he despised so much.

"How can I save energy? I'll have to carry you over even if I tie you up." Nie Ruke said coldly, "Just walk with your own legs. Don't worry, I'll take you away in the same shape and I'll send you back in the same shape."

Zhu Zheng was quite rebellious and hated being held down by others without being told what to do. But now he was brandishing a sword and if his sister saw him, she might shock the fetus.

With no other choice, Zhu Zheng had to follow him into the carriage.

Liuxian Pavilion is built on a high platform overlooking the river at Su Dongling, facing the west bank, and is a good place to watch the sunset. At this time, the sun sinks into the water, and the setting sun shines, half of the river is rustling and the other half is red.

What is redder than the setting sun is the stone round table in the pavilion.

The white stone table was covered with bright red blood, which was still dripping down. Daggers, inkstones, porcelain pots, and brushes were scattered everywhere. A man and a woman fell on this terrifying table.

Zhu Zheng was so frightened that she didn't know whether the two were dead or alive, so she quickly went forward to take a look.

"Don't worry, it's not his own blood." Nie Ruke's cold voice sounded, "He has thin arms and legs, but he writes in a long-winded way. If you let him do it, he won't live to see you. He will die while writing."

The man slumped on a stone bench nearby had his wrist wrapped in white gauze. The wound was not deep and was not wrapped carefully, and blood was faintly visible.

When Zhu Zheng saw his face clearly, she finally understood why she was tied up.

This person is Wen Boqiu.

She also recognized the woman next to her.

It’s Nie Rusheng.

In this way, it makes sense why the person who kidnapped her was Nie Ruke.

Under the two men's feet were a dozen chickens with their necks cut, and a white porcelain bowl was half filled with chicken blood. Several pieces of cloth with waste writing on them were rolling around in the wind.

This situation is extremely absurd, but upon closer thought, it is also unexpectedly reasonable.

Zhu Zheng understood the general cause and effect, calmed down, and asked, "Then why did they faint?"

"The scholar drank to drown his sorrows, and drank too much."

After Nie Ruke finished speaking, he grabbed a porcelain cup on the table and splashed it on Wen Boqiu's face. "I've brought the person here, great lover, tell us your last words."

Wen Boqiu was so excited that he slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Zhu Zheng, he became a little more clear-headed, "Zhu..."

Zhu Zheng was made nervous again by the "last words" and had to speak carefully, "Master Wen, long time no see."

Wen Boqiu had a layer of green stubble on his face, which made him look much older. He sat up straight despite being drunk and straightened his disheveled appearance. "It's been a long time... Fourth Miss, are you okay?"

Zhu Zheng: "Very, very good."

A few half-dead chickens were still flapping their wings at his feet. Wen Boqiu's hands were covered in blood. He stared at Zhu Zheng with an apologetic look on his face for a long time. "I am too ashamed to face the fourth lady... I didn't do what I promised you."

Zhu Zheng was stunned, and it took her a long time to remember what he had promised. It seemed like a long time since they had talked in the imperial garden.

At that time she was still naively looking for a backer, but now she has embarked on a completely different path from what she had imagined, and there is no possibility of turning back.

The words he wrote in blood were fierce and desperate, and the seriousness of the situation was beyond Zhu Zheng's expectations.

"Master Wen, I owe you an apology." Zhu Zheng sat down on a stone bench nearby and said sincerely, "I was not thoughtful enough that day. I didn't know you were engaged, and I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said. Now let's forget about it."

Wen Boqiu looked like he had suffered a blow, and his dejected face looked even more haggard.

"Girl, this is... stop..."

Zhu Zheng felt that his words were crossing the line, and said distantly, "Master Wen, we have only met once, and I am just an ordinary passerby. When you have children and grandchildren around you, you won't even remember my name."

"No... No..." Wen Boqiu murmured, taking out a yellow paper blessing from his arms, "I only love the fourth lady in my life, and this feeling and this heart are witnessed by heaven and earth."

His words were too confident and lofty. When Zhu Zheng saw the object he took out again, she shook her head helplessly.

Seeing her disrespectful expression, Wen Boqiu raised his dagger anxiously, "If you don't believe me, I am willing to die to prove my loyalty."

Zhu Zheng was calm, "Dead is dead, it doesn't make any sense."

Wen Boqiu was stunned and looked at Zhu Zheng blankly.

"Master Wen." Zhu Zheng took away the dagger and said slowly, "I am deeply moved by your love. I also know that you are stuck in a quagmire and are in pain."

"When I dress up nicely on the stage, I may catch your eye, but how much do you know about me? Do you know why I am worried? Why I suffer? Why I am afraid? Why I am anxious?"

"Take off this shell, I am not the fairy girl in your mind. I have always been cautious, hypocritical, hesitant and cowardly. You know nothing about these temperaments of mine, don't you?"

"What you keep saying you love is just your own state of mind at the time, an illusion. It actually has nothing to do with me... anymore."

After saying this, Zhu Zheng stood up, pulled out the thing in his hand, and threw it into the gusting river breeze.

"Master Wen, the world is vast, just keep moving forward."

The wind blew the thin piece of paper toward the river. Wen Boqiu was shocked and stood up to chase with a sad face. Seeing that there was no hope of catching up, he reached out to pull Zhu Zheng, but was blocked by a hand in a red cuff with the hilt of a sword.

Two attendants were called forward.

"Send your young master back." Nie Ruke said.

Outside the Liuxian Pavilion, the carriage of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was parked not far away, and the servants half-dragged and half-pulled the staggering Wen Boqiu onto the carriage.

Nie Ruke and Zhu Zheng stood side by side. When they saw the carriage driving away, they reached out to pull the drunk and unconscious Nie Rusheng.

There was also a lot of blood on Nie Rusheng's dress. Zhu Zheng didn't know what happened between the two before she came, but it seemed that Wen Boqiu was drunk and had a knife, so it was inevitable that he would hurt someone by accident.

Zhu Zheng held out his hand, "Commander Nie, is Miss Sheng'er okay?"

Nie Ru Ke glanced at her and said, "Okay, it's all Ru Tang's own fault. Don't worry about it."

He wanted to pull the person at the table up, but she was still drunk and fell backwards, with her sleeves being pulled so hard that they made a cracking sound.

Zhu Zheng stood and watched for a while, then suddenly said, "Commander Nie."

"Anything else?" Nie Ruke looked up.

The Nie brothers and sisters are all good-looking. Unlike Nie Rusheng's smiling eyes, Nie Ruke's eyes are always filled with coldness when he looks at her.

Zhu Zheng was used to facing such gazes, "I want to know, who is Rutang?"

Nie Ruke paused, finally let go of Nie Rusheng's sleeve, stood up and looked at Zhu Zheng.

Zhu Zheng looked back calmly.

As the sunset draws to a close, the bright light on the river surface fades away, revealing a dark gray.

"Intertwined like branches, lush like a tree."

After a while, Nie Ruke spoke calmly, "Before she was fourteen, she was called Nie Rutang."