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

During the next two days of traveling, Zhu Zheng didn't say a word.

It was a completely unfamiliar place, a completely unfamiliar group of people, and the only person she knew, Wen Fenghan, was very frugal with words. She couldn't get any useful information from him, so she could only make her own plans.

At night, the team camped in the wild, and most of the soldiers slept on ox carts. Zhu Zheng didn't want to squeeze with them, so he usually found a tree to climb up and sleep.

The place where they rested that day was on a riverbank, where several bonfires were burning. The soldiers took the bread they had on them and roasted it to eat, and occasionally there were sounds of laughter and playing.

There were no trees around, and Zhu Zheng was in a dilemma. He avoided the crowd and found a large rock in the shade, where he planned to sit on the ground with his horse for the night.

The moon in the sky was as big as a silver plate, shining on the wet pebbles on the river beach.

There was a small piece of soft sand in front of her. Zhu Zheng took off the blood amber bracelet from her wrist and rubbed it carefully in her palm.

It is said that blood amber is the best for nourishing blood and benefiting the spirit, and has the meaning of turning misfortune into good fortune. Ever since Rong Yan forced her to buy it, she has been carrying it with her and has never taken it off.

If you saw this first when you woke up on the ox cart, you wouldn't think about the silly thing of being reborn or not.

Under the moonlight, the amber beads shone with a translucent luster, like bright blood beads, or like someone's tears.

Zhu Zheng stared at it for a while, frowned, picked up a branch, and started poking and scratching on the ground.

After a while, I felt a light touch on my shoulder.

Zhu Zheng was frightened and subconsciously covered her face. She took a peek through the brim of her hat and saw a man standing in front of her, dressed like a soldier in a khaki cotton robe and shorts.

It was the boy who drove her.

"Little brother." He showed his white teeth, "I saw you writing on the ground. Have you ever been to school?"

Zhu Zheng nodded slightly.

Wen Fenghan did not explain her origins, and everyone else thought she was a small soldier who was injured by a stray arrow. She was thin and had a hoarse voice, and was not noticeable at all.

She observed over the past few days and found that everyone in the team was covered in dust and dirt, so she didn't dare wash her face and wore a deerskin hat to cover her face all day long.

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhu Zheng asked.

The boy continued, "I haven't received a letter from home in half a year. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep. I wanted to write a letter back to ask."

Zhu Zheng tried to resist the urge to sleep. The night wind blew by the river and she might catch a cold if she fell asleep. It would be nice to have someone to talk to, so she replied, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Hey! Yes." He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. "I bought it from the cook. It's the paper used to wrap biscuits."

He took out a piece of burnt charcoal and said, "There is no writing brush or ink. They said that this burnt charcoal stick is the best."

Zhu Zheng took it and said, "Go ahead."

The young man squatted down nearby and told him about the delicious food and drinks he had with General Wen in Chixi. He also talked about some miscellaneous things, such as his mother was reluctant to spend money and his father had a kneeache and didn't want to lift heavy objects.

It was not until the paper was full that Zhu Zheng had to interrupt and ask, "What do you want to write in the signature?"

"Chen Mao'er."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng looked up and glanced at him.

The boy had messy hair and a pair of particularly large ears.

Seeing Zhu Zheng looking at him, Chen Mao'er scratched his head in embarrassment, "My mother said that I was born with a lucky appearance, with big ears and two tufts of hair on the tips of my ears, so she called me Mao'er."

Hearing him say this, Zhu Zheng suddenly sat up straight, "Little brother, where are you sending it?"

Chen Maoer replied, "The fifth house in Pingshui Lane, at the ferry crossing in the eastern suburbs of Shengjing City."

Zhu Zheng's eyes were filled with tears, and she suddenly felt like she had met an old friend in a foreign land. No wonder the name sounded familiar to her, he was the youngest son of Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen from Pingshui Lane.

She had been following the team aimlessly for the past few days, feeling completely lost and not daring to say a word.

Zhu Zheng was in a state of confusion, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She calmed herself down and asked casually, "Will your family write back to you?"

Chen Maoer nodded, "Yes, I will write the letter back, and they will reply to me immediately after reading it."

Zhu Zheng: "Can I add a few words?"

Chen Maoer: "Add what?"

Zhu Zheng: "I am concerned about state affairs, and would like to ask if there have been any major events in Shengjing recently."

Chen Mao'er said with a smile, "I am indeed an educated man. All right, you can join me. I will ask my parents at the teahouse to ask around."

Zhu Zheng secretly pulled out the seal hanging from her neck, printed a small kite on the envelope, and then added a sentence, asking Grandpa Chen to take the letter to Qianye Tea House and find a clerk named Changying, who could exchange it for gold ingots.

Wen Fenghan told her that during the time when she was seriously injured and unconscious, there were wanted posters offering a reward for her everywhere in Shengjing, and the reward was not stopped until "her body" was salvaged from the river. He told her not to think about going back in her life.

But what does it mean to be quiet? If Rong Yan and Sister thought she was dead...

Zhu Zheng didn't even dare to think about what would happen next...

Chen Maoer was shocked to see Zhu Zheng suddenly burst into tears while writing. He asked, "Little brother, why are you crying?"

Zhu Zheng wiped her face and said, "It's okay. I just miss home."

"Why don't you write a letter home?"

Zhu Zheng lowered her head and said nothing.

In the moonlight, Chen Maoer saw that only her lower jaw was exposed. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he couldn't bear it. He asked, "Little brother, do you have someone at home? Are you married?"

Zhu Zheng choked up and said, "Newly married."

"You look young, but you got married so early." Chen Mao'er was a little surprised, and suddenly realized, "Joining the army right after getting married, do you miss your family?"

Zhu Zheng covered her face with her sleeves and couldn't help sobbing, "Yes, I miss him so much..."

Chen Mao'er didn't expect that a few words would make someone cry like this, and he said in a panic, "Brother, don't cry. When they see you later, they will all come over and laugh at you."

Zhu Zheng realized where she was and her crying became muffled by her clothes and gradually became inaudible.

Chen Maoer breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why don't you tell me what the woman you married is like?"

Zhu Zheng was so amused by his word "wife" that she said in a muffled voice, "He is a very good person, with good looks and a good temper. He does everything well, but..."

Chen Maoer heard her pause and asked, "What is it?"

"I'm just a little clingy." Zhu Zheng smiled, "But I can't change it. I've been like this since I was a child..."

Chen Maoer saw that her expression was gentle and her dark eyes were shining when she mentioned her lover. She said that she was being clingy, but in fact she was just showing off.

I couldn't help but feel envious and said, "I wish I could marry a woman like this..."

Thinking of his "wife", Zhu Zheng burst into laughter and wiped his tear-soaked face.

Chen Mao'er had also reached the age to get married and had many questions and aspirations about marriage. He caught up with Zhu Zheng and started asking him a lot of questions. Zhu Zheng was not going to sleep in the first place, and because she had been preparing for the wedding before leaving Shengjing, she knew all the etiquette involved and answered his questions patiently.

The two chatted until dawn.

Chen Mao'er fell asleep on one end of the rock, while Zhu Zheng sat on the other end, with his head resting on the rock, staring at the sky in a daze.

The sky in the west of Chi was blue with a hint of purple, the sunset glow dyed the east red, and the sun, which was wilting from being exposed to the sun, was slowly coming out.

Zhu Zheng was fascinated by the sunrise when she saw Wen Fenghan riding his horse and seemed to be leaving. She hurriedly got up and chased after him and asked, "Where are you going, young general?"

Wen Fenghan: "Tatuo Town, doing business."

Zhu Zheng: "Can I go with you?"