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

Wait, I'm not conscious...

Zhu Zheng, who was conscious, was thinking quickly. He recalled that he had just spoken incoherently, which meant that his memory was very messy at the moment...

It's like a string of scattered beads, every bead is there but they just can't be connected.

We can only give it a try. Maybe the dying horse will be revived by her magic hands. We can give it a try as a living horse.

If there is no other way, she has done her best and can only let him fend for himself.

The diamond-shaped lattice windows in the study are carved with moon and cloud patterns, which sprinkled on the desk like pieces of fine brocade.

Zhu Zheng gathered herself together, hooked her arms around Rong Yan's neck and pulled him close, stroked his face with her hands, and called out in a soft voice.

"Cheng Yi..."

Rong Yan was dazed by her call, and raised his eyes to stare at her intently.

Seeing that he ignored her, Zhu Zheng called out again, "Cheng Yi?"

"Um……"

It seems like there is hope.

Zhu Zheng nuzzled his nose affectionately and smiled faintly, "You are really confused tonight. We just got married, don't you remember?"

This time it was Rong Yan's turn to be stunned.

He seemed to be recalling something, his furrowed brows showing a slight effort. After a long while, he looked at Zhu Zheng helplessly.

"Don't worry." Zhu Zheng touched his face. "Just now at the wedding banquet, you were drunk by them, so you can't remember clearly."

Zhu Zheng half-seriously said, "On Chengxu Mountain, in front of the Liuchuan Steps, you led me up step by step. Master Chonghong is a witness, and everyone in the sect saw it. You must still remember what we did, right?"

Following her words, bits and pieces of memory floated into my mind.

Rong Yan remembered kneeling in the temple to read her horoscope, remembered turning back to see her red skirt fluttering, remembered holding her hand all the way, remembered standing in front of Rukawa, she was wearing a beautiful flower crown, her hair was covered with moisture, and her eyes were shining as she looked at him...

Tied together with red silk, they swore an oath in front of the river, as rising as the sun and as constant as the moon.

The snowy night that I can’t get out of my dream, at the end of the night there is a mountain full of red.

Rong Yan seemed to begin to waver, and turned around to look at the surrounding furnishings.

"But... this doesn't seem like..."

It doesn't look like the wedding room he would decorate.

Such a gullible person is so hard to deceive when he should be so...

Zhu Zheng paused, "That's...that's because you insisted on coming to the study to show me your paintings."

"These are the drawings you made of me secretly, aren't they?"

Rong Yan swallowed, a bit of embarrassment showing on his face, and nodded slowly.

"Um……"

There was some doubt again, "But..."

Please stop it, she is really out of ideas.

Seeing that Rong Yan wanted to ask more questions, Zhu Zheng pretended to be angry and was about to stand up.

"I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed. I guess we can't have the wedding night today. Let's just leave it like this for the wedding night..."

Just as her feet were about to touch the ground, Zhu Zheng suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her. Before she could react to what happened, she sat back in Rong Yan's arms.

"Yes." He said calmly.

The two of them breathed together, and Rong Yan's confused expression disappeared completely, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was like a fire burning.

Reason collapses and desire bursts.

Countless portraits are stacked on top of each other, accompanying countless long nights with candlelight. The people in the paintings are now standing on top of them, their eyebrows and eyes are vivid, and they look up with a pair of cool star-like eyes, enclosing the reflection of the painter.

Zhu Zheng was inexplicably nervous, but also inexplicably sluggish. His feelings and past were all laid out before her.

Zhu Zheng brushed her fingertips lightly over the place where he said it hurt, and leaned over to kiss his face.

"Chengyi." She called him softly.

"I know you've been waiting for a long, long time..."

"Tonight, I am here for you."

Rong Yan's expression froze. He hesitated for so long just to recall a reason, a reason why she agreed to him.

Just now, she gave him this reason.

He had indeed walked a very long way, climbed over many mountains, stared at the sky from deep within the palace walls, ran alone in the endless night, travelled under the stars and in the wind and rain, before he finally came before her.

A sacrifice that had no destination was finally embraced in a warm embrace.

Rong Yan closed his eyes, his expression was like ice gradually breaking, when he opened them again, there was a bright and soft light in his eyes.

His gaze was full of moisture, and Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a little bitter.

His eyes were a little evasive, not allowing Zhu Zheng to look at him again. He leaned over and covered her lips again. Zhu Zheng was hugged tightly, and she tilted her head back to respond to his passionate kiss.

Rong Yan held her shoulders tightly in his arms, fearing that she would suddenly stop wanting him because of her hesitation just now.

Now when I tried to pull his belt again, he finally stopped me.

But I don't know where this belt came from, the way it is tied is very complicated.

Zhu Zheng fumbled for a long time, and Rong Yan's breathing became more and more depressed. Finally, he kissed her cheek while holding her hand to teach her how to untie.

After he took off his clothes, Zhu Zheng felt a little confused. She didn't know when her clothes were torn open. A hot hand reached in, causing her to tremble all over.

As her waist was being caressed and held, Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a little scared. After all, she was still a little girl. She was completely reckless and full of uncertainty and anxiety about what was about to happen.

Rong Yan whispered her name in her ear, his low and hoarse voice was like the sound of chimes, and his nose rubbed against the side of her neck, telling her to relax.

He tightened his hands around her waist and unskillfully took off Zhu Zheng's clothes.

Due to his lack of experience, and his pious and serious expression, he did it slowly and methodically as if he was peeling a snow-white magnolia bud.

When the flower bud was peeled off to the bottom, his expression suddenly darkened.

While Zhu Zheng was distracted, Rong Yan had already leaned over and placed a kiss on the scar on her heart. It felt warm and itchy, like a feather brushing against her chest.

The kiss was so heavy and so long that she heard Rong Yan whispering something in her ear, but she was so nervous that she didn't hear a word.

Slowly, the kiss spread to other places, and Zhu Zheng was pressed down on the desk again. Some of her clothes were spread out under her body, and most of them were taken off and thrown beside the table, tangled and scattered all over the floor.

The autumn moon and starry night fill the room with beauty, which is equally beautiful.

The moonlight tonight was so bright, so bright that it seemed to be blaspheming the gods. Zhu Zheng didn't dare to look at him anymore, and didn't know where to look.

The display in the study was clearly photographed. Zhu Zheng often came here and had looked through all the books on the bookshelf. This wide and broad ebony desk was where he handled official business all day.

But now she was lying on it, her clothes stripped off, and the dignified and old-fashioned Taifu was bewitched and wanted to commit violence in this study where he worked day and night...

All order and rules have completely gone to waste.

Outside the window, the moon shines on the western hills, and there is a long breeze on a clear night.

Followed by a soft moan.

Two drifting clouds finally depended on each other and merged in the ups and downs, turning into one, brewing the same lingering rain.

Between Mount Sumeru, the water flows gently.

The moonlight filled the lake, moist and light, and was crushed and smoothed out, smoothed out and then blown away by wet fingertips.

The sky and the earth fell, and only the person in front of him was left.

The voices in the lower parts of the clouds are incoherent, while the light at the top of the clouds is shimmering and fading.

The end is like a myriad of rays of light, making people forget about the mortal world...