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

The arrow shot by Gong Yixiu was aimed at Zhu Zheng's heart, but she happened to be holding the tablets of three members of the Zhu family in her arms. Perhaps she had finally waited a lifetime for the appearance of her ancestors. The arrow was deflected by the tablets by a few inches and pierced her left shoulder.

It's extremely painful, but you won't die in a short time.

This dying look was just an act for him.

Zhu Zheng tightly grasped the feather arrow and stabbed it into his eye socket, overwhelming hatred overwhelmed his mind.

In his previous life, the Zhu family was slaughtered and humiliated, and his sister was raped on the battlefield. He pretended to be deeply in love with his sister, but he couldn't even tell which of them was Zhu Zheng and which was Zhu Qing.

In this life, she had no great ambitions and kept away from the disputes in the court. She knew that she was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and that revenge was impossible. She just searched for peace and lived a miserable life.

Why, why should both my lives be ruined by him!

Gong Yixiu's blood flowed down Zhu Zheng's wrist. Zhu Zheng's panting was short and intense, almost making a slight wheeze. He swallowed the blood in his throat and said back, "I don't believe it either... I really can't kill you..."

Gong Yixiu struggled violently, using one hand to pry the broken arrow out of his eye and the other hand to grab Zhu Zheng's neck.

Zhu Zheng coughed up blood foam, as if she was holding down a very strong fish, but she soon discovered that one of his hands seemed to be powerless. In this dilemma, she couldn't gain any advantage even if she fought him one-on-one.

Covered by the white fog, the black-armored guards in the distance obviously noticed the movement here.

In a moment, countless footsteps approached this side.

Zhu Zheng already understood that there was no hope of survival today.

He died unclearly in his previous life, and he must take someone with him to die with him in this life.

She hugged the tablet tightly in her arms, and with the heroic spirits of the Zhu family as witnesses, she, Zhu Zheng, would kill her blood enemy today and take a belated revenge.

Zhu Zheng's eyes flashed, and she grabbed Gong Yixiu's clothes, rolled to the shore with all her strength, and jumped into the Gebai River.

The water of the Gebai River was fast-flowing and icy cold, which felt like a whip when one fell into the water. When Zhu Zheng fell into the water, he did not let go of the broken arrow, but held Gong Yixiu tightly to prevent him from floating to the surface.

The surging river water quickly separated the two people who were fighting.

Gong Yixiu was submerged in a pool of blood and sank into the river.

Zhu Zheng held his breath and floated up and down. He grabbed a piece of rotten wood and floated his head above the water.

The river still carried her forward. She didn't know how long she drifted with the current, and finally she rushed to a river beach.

The surrounding area is deserted.

Zhu Zheng lay on her back in the soft mud, covering the bleeding wound with her hand.

The arrow just now was not very powerful and was blocked by the tablet in front of her. It was not fatal at first, but when she pulled it out, it turned into a huge bloody hole.

She could feel her blood draining away quickly, her clothes were soaked, and her cold bone marrow was growing rugged spikes.

She had experienced this kind of cold and pain twice before, so she was not so scared this time.

Some white particles fell from the sky and landed on my face, feeling cool.

The thick fog began to dissipate and a heavy snow was about to come.

A few firecrackers sounded in the distance, highlighting the excessive silence at this time, and giving rise to endless sadness. The remaining light of the fireworks, like a fleeting light, ignited a little brilliance, and disappeared in the heavy snow and fog.

Zhu Zheng couldn't move. She turned sideways with difficulty and looked towards the southeast. There was a garden called Tingxiao Garden. Inside was a wedding hall decorated with red ribbons. The man she was going to marry was there...

She wanted to see clearly where she would die in this life, but she couldn't recognize where it was. It became darker and darker in front of her eyes and she couldn't see anything clearly.

it hurts...

It really hurts.

The mountains and rivers were shrouded in fog, and the boundless thin mist wrapped around Zhu Zheng like silk threads. Her red clothes were stained with blood, and she curled up into a ball, like a red bean wrapped in a huge and dead white cocoon.

Her thoughts began to become chaotic, like scattered silk threads, with fragmented memories floating in.

In her previous life, the day after her death seemed to be a festival.

The streets and alleys were still bustling with white steam rising from the rice porridge shops. Children were holding grains and red dates to exchange for porridge, singing and laughing, "Children, don't be greedy, after Laba it will be the New Year..."

It is the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.

Is today also the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month?

What a coincidence...

If she hadn't gone to the Yue Lao Temple, if she hadn't asked for divination, if she hadn't suddenly decided to go back to Zhu's house, if she hadn't gone back to get something, if she hadn't chosen this path...

It wouldn't be such a coincidence.

Zhu Zheng's face looked extremely pale. She had been soaking in the water for too long and her fingertips had become stiff and cold. She drowsily pulled her hands into the sleeves of her wet wedding dress.

Touched a ball of soft cloth.

It was a purse with a mandarin duck embroidery that was barely decent.

She just went back to Zhu's house to get this.

I've been doing this for so long, and I'm always afraid that I won't be able to present it well enough, but today is a special day... Whether I can present it well or not, Rong Yan should be happy to receive it.

She did so many things, every single one of them, just to make him happy...

There was a thin piece of paper in his sleeve, wet and wrapped around his fingertips.

Zhu Zheng took out the torn piece of bad fortune.

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 letter is wrongly matched.

Four lines of poetry, four lines without fate.

Looking back on this life, they always seemed to be wavering between these four lines. When he was brave, she was cowardly; when she was reckless, he hesitated, always one step off.

Perhaps it was the punishment for all this hesitation, fate finally took away this rare fate.

Going back to the beginning, she and Rong Yan were both orphans, and if there was just one difference in their thoughts, they would never have met each other.

“Blood for blood, love for love…” Zhu Zheng moved her lips and recited softly with a smile.

If it is true, Gong Yixiu owes him a life and he must pay for it with his life.

But in Chengxu Mountain, she also owed Rong Yan a life. Does she have to repay it with her life?

What about love? How can we repay it?

She had only had a few good days with him, was it enough so soon?

In the vast sky, Zhu Zheng closed her eyes. Every breath she took was like swallowing an iron nail, tearing her lungs to pieces. Gradually, she could no longer breathe...

After all, she has little luck, little fate, and an even worse destiny.

But what can Rong Yan do...

He will be sad again if he can't see her when he wakes up.

The black eyeballs gradually dimmed, Zhu Zheng tightly grasped the signature paper in his hand, the pain and coldness finally faded away, and his consciousness gradually sank into the endless void.

That day, she tore it up and threw it away in anger, then picked it up again and put it in her wedding dress, intending to give it to Rong Yan after the wedding ceremony.

Tell him, "Husband, look, the fortune says we are not destined to be together..."

"But I tore it up..."

"It must be... not working... is it..."