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

The days in Tingxiao Garden passed smoothly and gently, like the shadows of trees reflected on the window paper on a sunny day, neither real nor unreal, but shining brightly.

Rong Yan didn't feel at ease during such a good time.

In the past, he only had desolate and barren dreams. In his dreams, he had nothing but foggy pain, orderly, numb, and endless.

But the reality is just the opposite.

There is pain.

Over time, he got used to distinguishing between dreams and reality in this way, and even hoped that the pain could be greater, because pain makes people feel alive.

At some point, Zhu Zheng also turned into one of them, carrying with him a pain that was either light or heavy, entangled in his bones and blood, unable to be relieved or stopped.

When Rong Yan was in the imperial prison, he figured out many things. He thought about committing suicide because he knew what he had been relying on for so many years to cross the river on a reed.

The master once said that he was a person with deep obsessions and it was difficult for him to let go. If he survived, he would definitely haunt her for the rest of her life.

He was giving her freedom, in a resolute enough way.

But Zhu Zheng is Zhu Zheng, if she obeys his arrangements, she will not be Zhu Zheng. Despite all the obstacles, she still finds ways to come to him and see him.

He actually couldn't quite remember what she said, or what he said himself.

When I saw her for the first time, it was like a suffocating person suddenly breathing air again. The ridiculous fragility of that so-called determination disappeared like a whirlwind.

He said to himself, never mind, let it go on for the rest of my life.

Rong Yan didn't understand what was going on.

It all happened too well and too fast.

Zhu Zheng seemed to care about him suddenly. Every time she looked at him, her dark eyes, her concerned and sympathetic look as her wounds healed, seemed to contain the same strong affection in his heart.

But strangely, he felt even more empty.

Sometimes there is even an illusion.

Perhaps he had been trapped in the night when Gong Yihao used the incense, breeding endless miasma in his heart and being trapped in the illusion of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

Perhaps soon, you will be suddenly awakened by some unintentional movement.

You will find him still sitting in the study.

In the silent night, I am still alone.

In this state of panic, Rong Yan could hardly cope with himself. He stayed close to Zhu Zheng, afraid that she would leave his sight. Every hug and kiss he gave her was wrapped tightly around her, so tightly that she could not control herself.

I wish I could melt myself in the sunlight, turn into tiny dust, stick to her hair and clothes, and never be separated by an inch.

The more crazy his thoughts were, the calmer Rong Yan's face became.

Afraid of scaring her again.

But Zhu Zheng still discovered Rong Yan's abnormality during her daily fishing and bird-playing.

She had coaxed him many times with kind words and kept saying that she would marry him.

It seems to have little effect.

Zhu Zheng couldn't help feeling guilty about this. After all, she had deceived him many times and had a long criminal record. He probably didn't believe her lies any longer.

The current situation is only temporary. Even though Rong Yan indulges her and plays house with her and is willing to be a canary, he is a swan in the sky and it is impossible for him to be trapped in a small courtyard for the rest of his life.

Where the next step will be is anyone’s guess.

But Rong Yan cares most about legitimacy. No matter what happens in the future, she can't let anyone follow her without any status.

So on the second day after the mourning period, Zhu Zheng hurried to the Yue Lao Temple to calculate an auspicious date for her wedding.

There are not many auspicious days in winter, and since Rong Yan’s horoscope was not available, the temple calculated a good day in early spring for her.

March 16th, still a long way to wait.

Zhu Zheng felt a little melancholy as she held a half piece of red paper. There was a huge green banyan tree planted in the temple, casting crisscross shadows.

Under the tree there was an old man in red clothes with white hair and beard and eyebrows were all white. He was guarding a table covered with yellow cloth. He was dressed like a fortune teller and waved at her from afar.

"Girl, draw a lot to predict your marriage, it's guaranteed to work!"

That’s good, it helps to calm down.

Zhu Zheng walked over nervously, took the lottery stick tube, shook it, and a lottery stick fell out.

Sign under.

Zhu Zheng lived for many years with the reputation of being an unlucky star, and always considered herself to be unlucky. She had drawn many bad fortunes in her life, so she gave up the idea of ​​making wishes.

But today she really didn't want to draw this lot.

So Zhu Zheng turned around and left without even looking at the signature.

"Young lady, please stay!" The old fortune teller stopped her, "I think you have an extraordinary destiny."

Zhu Zheng frowned and asked, "Where is Bufan?"

The old fortune teller stood up, stared at Zhu Zheng's face carefully, shook his head and said in amazement, "Miss, there is no need to explain too much. You should know where your extraordinaryness lies."

Zhu Zheng's heart sank. She naturally understood, but this was not a topic to chat about with strangers in broad daylight.

She didn't say anything and was about to leave, but the old fortune teller stopped her and said, "Girl! I advise you to take a look at the fortune."

As he spoke, he handed over the yellow paper with the fortune on the table.

Zhu Zheng hesitated for a long time, but finally took it.

The fortune slip reads: "The red thread is never broken, and the lonely star is entangled in vain. It is difficult to cross the Milky Way, and the mandarin duck paper is mistakenly paired."

Four lines of poetry, four lines without fate.

Even among the worst of the worst, it is still a pretty bad worst of the worst.

Zhu Zheng felt a pain in her heart and it felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed into her throat.

Subconsciously, he asked, "How do we solve this game? How much does it cost?"

She really didn't want to hear all this. Even if he was a swindler, she would be willing to give him a hundred taels of gold today.

The old fortune teller shook his head and said, "It can't be broken. This is an old fortune."

Zhu Zheng asked: "What do you mean?"

The old fortune teller continued, "The cause in the previous life is the result in this life. Blood is paid for blood, love is paid for love. The life span is shortened, the song is played again, the sun reappears, what is lost is found again..."

He mentioned his past life.

A crack was opened in the old scars, and Zhu Zheng felt like a peeled clam, feeling pain and panic.

She asked again anxiously, but the fortune teller could only mumble some incomprehensible words.

The answer was irrelevant and obscure, which was consistent with Zhu Zheng's impression of fortune tellers.

She began to regret having come over here.

Zhu Zheng paid the signing fee, said "goodbye" and left.

"It is difficult to defy the will of heaven. Fate is unpredictable. If you believe in it, it will happen. If you don't believe in it, it won't happen." The old fortune teller was still praising behind him, "Mysterious, mysterious."

After walking out of the Yue Lao Temple, Zhu Zheng found that her hands holding the fortune sticks were sweating. She tore up the fortune sticks and threw away the red paper used to calculate the date.

She has never believed in the idea of ​​fate being undefied or being born with a bad luck since she was a child.

But Zhu Zheng originally came out with full of enthusiasm, and after such an incident, it was inevitable that she would have wild thoughts.

I walked to an unfamiliar street intersection without realizing it, and crossed an unfamiliar stone bridge. As I was wandering at the end of the bridge in a daze, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.

She was startled and struggled subconsciously. When she looked up, it was Rong Yan.

Oh my god! Why is he here? !

Zhu Zheng: "Why are you here?"

Rong Yan said calmly, "Looking for you."

Zhu Zheng then realized that dusk had already fallen without her noticing.

There were people coming and going on the bridge. Zhu Zheng was too flustered to say anything more. She took out a handkerchief to cover his face and dragged him into the alley.

Rong Yan saw her panic, and besides her panic, there was also a layer of not-so-obvious dejection.

When he found her just now, she was standing at the end of the bridge with her head hung, looking like she was worried about something.

Rong Yan held her hand, "Why don't you go home so late?"

Zhu Zheng didn't answer, but suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

She didn't know what the fortune slip meant, but the peaceful days together made her think that her relationship with Rong Yan had gone through many ups and downs and would eventually come to fruition.

But even this encounter between the two on the street was so unsettling, and the situation seemed even more precarious.

What if, what if someone wants to take Rong Yan away from her...

Zhu Zheng buried her head in his chest and said abruptly, "Let's get married tomorrow, okay?"

Rong Yan was stunned and remained silent for a long while.

"Yes, we'll get married tomorrow." Zhu Zheng continued to talk to herself, "Let's sign the marriage certificate tonight. We'll go back and sign it now."

When the two returned to Tingxiao Garden, it was already completely dark. As soon as they got off the carriage, Rong Yan was dragged to the study by Zhu Zheng.

She rummaged through boxes and found a piece of decent red silk and stuffed it into Rong Yan's hand, "Marriage proposal."

Zhu Zheng looked a little abnormal, as if she was afraid of something.

Rong Yan took Hong Ling, held her in his arms and sat down on the armchair, patting the back of her hand gently, "Tell me first, what happened?"

Zhu Zheng sat on his lap, looked up at Rong Yan's calm face, and slowly calmed down.

She didn't want to say that she panicked because she drew a bad fortune, and she didn't want to pass this worry on to him, so she calmed herself down and said, "It's just... I can't wait."

"Can't wait for what?"

"I can't wait to marry you..."

Rong Yan raised his eyes to look at her and said calmly, "I have nothing now."

How could he say he had nothing? As for money, if he gave her all his fortune, it would be enough for her to have food and drink without worries.

As for status, it's better to not be a Taifu and worry less, and be happy and free.

Zhu Zheng said in a deep voice, "You are all I need."

"Zhu Zheng." Rong Yan's expression was serious, his eyes were burning, "This is unfair to you."

Zhu Zheng did not feel wronged. He was a person who strictly abided by formalities and etiquette. To finish the matter in such a hasty and hasty manner was actually unfair to him.

In a trance, Zhu Zheng even felt that she was forcing him to get married. "I know you care about me. I will definitely find you a good one in the future."

Under the candlelight, Rong Yan's cold moon-like eyes were filled with tiny bits of light, like ripples.

He really cared, so much so that he had rehearsed it countless times.

The expectations that had been held for a long time suddenly exploded in the quiet night, and Rong Yan began to have those absurd thoughts again, fearing that he was trapped in an illusory dream that would be shattered at the slightest touch.

In this absurd situation, Rong Yan picked up a pen and wrote a marriage certificate, wanting to see at what point he would wake up from the dream.

The marriage certificate was not written according to Shengjing's customs, but instead a solemn oath was made according to the rules of their sect.

The marriage certificate shall be submitted to the heavens. If the oath is violated, the body and the soul will be destroyed.

As soon as she finished writing, Zhu Zheng took off her small kite seal from her neck without even looking at it, pressed a string of seals, and signed her name on it.

I finally felt half relieved.

What do you mean by "not destined to be together"? They have walked so much together, can it all be wiped out with just one sentence?

She wanted to marry the man in front of her, so how could she not marry him? Now that she had signed the marriage certificate, could a thunderbolt from the sky strike her to death?

After signing her name, Zhu Zheng handed the pen to Rong Yan.

Rong Yan took the pen but remained silent for a long while.

The candlelight flickered, and long eyelashes drooped, blocking the faint light in her eyes.

This moment of absent-mindedness made Zhu Zheng feel heartbroken.

"It doesn't matter which name you write." She couldn't help but kiss his eyelashes, which fluttered wetly like a butterfly with wet wings.

Rong Yan looked up at her, her shadow reflected in his eyes, sparkling.

"The past is the past." Zhu Zheng climbed onto his shoulders, "From now on, I will only call you by one name."

She hugged him in her arms and called him softly.

"Husband."