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

It was almost the winter solstice and the first snow fell in Shengjing.

As thin as salt particles, it melts instantly when it falls to the ground.

There was no sunlight in the dungeon of the imperial prison, let alone the snow outside, which only made it seem even colder.

In the cell at the end of the dungeon, there was a small red clay stove burning, and the charcoal blocks emitted a faint red light. A long, half-rotten piece of wood was used as a makeshift table, and on the table were simple writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Rong Yan was wearing a thin white gown and was sitting in front of the table, writing something.

It was actually against the rules to ask for any punishment for such a minister who had committed a serious crime, but Fang Shouqian from the Criminal Justice Department was easy to talk to and was extra lenient with him.

Rong Yan did not want to cause any more trouble, but he felt lonely in prison and had nothing to kill time with, so he just kept writing day and night. He would not keep any of his writing and would just throw it into the fire.

The words on the paper are mostly from scriptures that I memorized when I was young. The free and easy sentences concisely teach people to let go or let go.

But occasionally, one or two other sentences pop up that go against these sentences.

It seems contradictory, but it is just what he has realized and sought in his life.

It is not difficult for Gongyi Hao to return to the throne, but the difficult part is to win over the public opinion.

The imperial power became increasingly fragmented and could no longer withstand further war.

Now, those who are decent will naturally support him, and those who are not decent have all been criminally prosecuted in Jinxianglou, so they have all kept silent.

As for the people's hearts, if the succession of royal power is not smooth, only the common people will suffer. They don't care who is the emperor, as long as there is no war, whoever is the emperor is fine.

The other relatives of Gongyi clan, seeing that the emperor could still have the surname Gongyi, did not bother to ask whether he was half-blind.

Everything went as expected and very smoothly.

Except for the fire in the palace, it was a spur-of-the-moment idea.

Of course there are more covert ways, but the fire in the funeral hall that year killed many innocent people.

Rong Yan thought that many people were waiting for the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution would come.

I wanted to let go, so I let go.

He thought he had been waiting for this moment for half his life, but he didn't feel relieved at all.

The rotation of imperial power and the scramble of aristocratic families always led to the next conflict.

He was really... a little tired.

When he first arrived in Shengjing, he missed Cheng Xushan very much, made an agreement with Gongyi Fuguang, and looked forward to going back every day.

Unfortunately, he was forced to join forces with others to fight against those who were dissidents, and many things were beyond his control. However, no matter how many reasons he had, it is undeniable that his methods were cruel, and many people died because of him.

I have no face to return to my master's sect in this life.

The world is so big, and he has nowhere else to go.

When the palace caught fire, he stood in the fire for a long time and an idea came to his mind.

It is better to burn everything together and put an end to it all...

I came alone and I leave alone.

This is actually a pretty good ending...

The coal in the small red clay stove had burned out at some point, and the furnace had cooled down and could no longer ignite the paper, so it piled up into a small gray hill.

Rong Yan stopped writing.

A thin layer of ice formed on the inkstone, shining like a mirror in the dim light.

For no reason, in such a quiet scene, he thought of Zhu Zheng again.

She couldn't remember which day it was, but it was an ordinary night. When Rong Yan came back, she fell asleep in his study again.

For some reason, she always liked to sleep here, curled up in the armchair next to the desk, with a peaceful sleep face.

Rong Yan looked at it for a long time, then suddenly took out a pen from the side, dipped it in ink, and drew a small turtle on the red mole on her face.

The painting is almost finished.

Zhu Zheng was woken up by him. With her hair fuzzy from sleeping, she smiled when she saw it was him and asked him in a daze.

"Sir... why are you back so late again?"

Rong Yan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She was waiting for him like this, but he was teasing her.

When she finds out, she will definitely be angry again.

He didn't know how to coax her.

Every time she got angry, he didn't understand how she finally calmed down.

He knew that he was not good at speaking, was dull and boring, and was even more stupid and slow when it came to pleasing girls.

Even if the only thing I can think of is to do my best to be good to her, to the extreme.

But if love in the world were all so simple, there wouldn’t be so many infatuated men and women.

This was a rare occasion when Rong Yan felt like playing around, and his heart was pounding.

But she wasn't actually angry that day.

It was too late at night and she fell asleep soon. Until he carried her to the couch, she didn't notice anything on her face. She just snored in his arms.

Rong Yan watched until midnight, and then wiped the turtle with a warm towel himself.

At that time, he was a little dazed.

When she was around, he often felt dazed, knowing that this temporary warmth would end sooner or later.

If he takes one wrong step, one day, everything will be ruined.

It was fate that blessed him with the opportunity to get to know her and to live with her under the same roof.

In fact, heaven is not unkind to him.

It wasn't until she discovered how his "favors from fate" were carefully arranged step by step over the years that she pushed him away.

In fact, he was unwilling to accept it, he thought, just one step away. Just one step away, he would have the opportunity to have universal happiness, and the dull roots would also be able to grow into a lush and bright future.

But she said "I'm afraid of him".

Perhaps she should be afraid that behind his dead and silent shell, there is a heart full of calculations and scheming. Or, in other words, he is no different from the Gongyi family, except for a high-sounding reason, he uses all kinds of sinister and vicious means, and he also regards human life as worthless.

Then I woke up suddenly.

A man like him, who walks on the edge of a knife and sleeps on the edge of a cliff, really shouldn't implicate her.

Letting go means letting go. He will never go back on his word once he promised her.

During the last peaceful days, Rong Yan slept in Tingxiaoyuan.

In front of the portraits, there were two pieces of paper.

One was a dead end for himself, and the other was a smooth road for her.

Every moment that is not filled with other things, I will think about her, which erodes me all the time.

First, he looked at all the talented men of the right age in the capital, and finally set his sights on the Nie Mansion.

Only after he had found out exactly how many cats and dogs there were in the Nie Mansion and how many peaches and apricots were planted did he finally make up his mind.

Nie Ruke had received his kindness before and was a fairly upright person, so the idea of ​​repaying a favor worked for him.

In addition, he was not strict in managing the household, and his younger sister was lively and outgoing, and about the same age as Zhu Zheng. She would not suffer any grievances if she stayed there for a while.

Granting her a marriage to the Nie family would ensure that she would have someone to rely on during times of turmoil.

If you don't like it in the future, when the dust has settled, you can cancel the engagement in the name of a fake imperial decree.

She didn't want to be trapped in the mansion, so in addition to the villa in Chengxu Mountain, he bought several other houses, in the south and the north, so that it would be convenient for her to go wherever she wanted, and the money was enough for her to move around. Even if she never had to get married for the rest of her life, she could still settle down.

Besides, if she likes...

...I like the Nie Mansion so much that I want to stay here. Being with someone like him, I can live a free life.

He had thought of all the possibilities.

Whether she wants a way out or a backer, he will provide her with both.

He wrote a long letter to Nie Ruke, using both kindness and severity, for fear of missing anything.

She was always afraid of owing favors to others, especially to him.

Then let's just settle everything he owes her and everything she owes him together.

Being nice to her has become my instinct. I can do these things with ease. In this familiarity, I can find a rare sense of peace.

But what he didn't expect was that Gong Yihao's sudden impulse almost disrupted all his plans.

Those deep-seated greeds were aroused and blatantly revived, mocking his duplicity.

But once a plan has been started, it has been started, and the situation has suddenly collapsed, and no one can stop it on their own.

His secretly longing heart was swept away in the torrent and had to return to the right track.

Since you insist on accepting the destiny and becoming the judge of cause and effect on your own, you must pay the corresponding price.

He will use his death to atone for the sins he should atone for and pay the debts he should pay.

This was the ending he had anticipated.

That was why he was so persistent in wanting something from her at that time. When he saw others carrying purses, he just wanted to get something from her that was just for him, something that belonged only to him.

But God's will is always mysterious, and what you shouldn't have will never be obtained.

In the end, we parted with nothing.

As his life was coming to an end, he felt calm when he thought about the past. He had never thought about getting anything in this life, so there was no need to regret anything.

But Zhu Zheng...

But Zhu Zheng.

He didn't even have the courage to say goodbye to her properly.

I dare not see her again, afraid that one look would waver a little, and I could not help but pester her for the rest of my life.

The soldiers and clerks conveyed the message three times, but Rong Yan rejected it outright each time.

But he forgot that she had always been stubborn, and the more resolute she was, the more she would persevere.

During these days, Gong Yihao came, Fang Xichen came, and Nie Ruke also came... He could tell that these people were trying to persuade him. With so many people helping her, Rong Yan felt more at ease.

See, even without him, she still had lots of friends, and that was good.

I just wonder if she will be sad when she hears the news of his death...

I think so. With her personality, anyone who had any friendship with her would be sad if she died.

She was young and her mind was not stable. When she encountered something like this, she would probably get angry for a while, then let it go and never mention his name again.

When he reaches his end, she might hear something on the streets, and wonder if she will agree with him.

"Yeah, he has a really weird temper."

The imperial prison is cold and gloomy, making it difficult for people to sleep well.

That night Rong Yan had a dream. The person in the dream did not let go of it gracefully. Instead, he was crying. He didn't know why.

Just for this ridiculous reason, he agreed to meet her for the first time.

On the one hand, he wanted to fulfill his last wish, and on the other hand, he was going to say a few sarcastic words so that she would have a more comprehensive impression of him.

He had dressed up early in the morning and put on some decent clothes. As he heard her approaching footsteps, his heartbeat was almost deafening, and he could only try hard to remain calm.

"Zhu Zheng."

He looked back at her and called her name.

He only vaguely saw the silhouette of the dress, so he blocked all the words he was about to say.

From his first love in youth to his desperate attempt to monopolize her, this was the only name engraved in his heart, and he never looked at anyone else's name again.

When you wake him up again, let him feel the pain in his heart, knowing that this is the last time he will see you.

Most of the good times in his life, like a fleeting moment of good fortune, were tied to her.

In the past and even now, the only thing he was reluctant about, the only thing he was unwilling to accept, was that the days he spent with her were so short...

He has paved the way for her, so whether she looks back or not, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

It’s just… life is long, and there are always times he can’t predict.

If she ever feels sad, disappointed, wronged, or upset in the future, he will no longer be able to accompany her.

In the end, I couldn't suppress my attachment, it was surging in my heart.

Fortunately, when the wind blows, the lights go out, the body dies and the soul disappears, and no matter how deep the attachment is, it will disappear into thin air.

Later, times changed, and the seasons changed...

There will never be another Rong Yan in this world.