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

Since that morning, Wen Fenghan seemed to have sleepwalked and lost his memory when he woke up.

Of course I still remember them, but it was as if I had seen them having dinner together or chatting in the corridor, and I didn't mention a word.

Zhu Zheng, who was originally extremely ashamed and angry, couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being a major general. He didn't care about the trivial matters of love affairs and didn't comment on them. He was really magnanimous.

In addition, he really started to use Zhu Zheng as a messenger, and asked her to go to the city lord's camp to pass messages, deliver letters, or run errands whenever he had nothing to do.

Zhu Zheng didn't feel tired at all. She quickly returned the favor of Wen Fenghan for saving her life.

Second, she could still go for a stroll in the city. She had been hiding from place to place in the past few days and had not been able to fully experience the scenery of Chixi.

When Yanniang came back from collecting herbs, she heard that Zhu Zheng had become a messenger. She was so happy for her that she sewed a small cloth bag for her to carry while delivering letters.

In addition, Rong Yan was not bluffing. The city lord came to the military camp in person and the three parties had a meeting. The documents were complete and he was truly the Inspector of the Capital.

Zhu Zheng didn't understand what happened, he just thought Gong Yihao still had a conscience and finally knew how to repay the kindness of his tutor.

However, she had no intention of making their relationship public. She could not explain why the captain's relatives had been in the military camp for so long.

It is better to have less trouble than more, so don't create unnecessary trouble.

Wen Fenghan took over the Zhenxi Army from the old Duke of Zhenguo. The army was a place where people admired the strong and bowed to their power. He was young and was a major general inherited from his father. There were many people in the barracks who were dissatisfied.

Rong Yan has always been a simple person in handling official duties. Under the pretext of supervision, he swiftly and vigorously rectified the lax military discipline.

Those who steal, cheat, and bully the weak will be severely punished.

For a time, many soldiers were both respectful and fearful of Rong Yan, and only dared to discuss him secretly. Not only was there a scarred major general, but this foreign monk was also a Jade-faced King of Hell.

It’s just that this Jade-faced King of Hell finishes his work as the King of Hell during the day and changes his face at night.

After the hour of Xu, Zhu Zheng skillfully took out a roll of bedding and made a bed on the floor.

Wen Fenghan set up a new tent for Rong Yan, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was far away from the messenger's tent.

But this did not stop the captain from sneaking into her tent after everyone and the animals had rested every day.

After the mat was made, Zhu Zheng sat solemnly on the small bed and watched Rong Yan lie down.

Rong Yan didn't say much these days. He slept well at night and left before dawn.

Zhu Zheng also lay down on the bed and was about to blow out the light when she saw Rong Yan curled up in a ball with his arms and legs stretched out.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?"

Rong Yan said in a muffled voice, "Well, the ground is a little cold today."

It rained these few days and it has become much colder.

There was no heating in the tent, only a small charcoal basin with a few pieces of burning charcoal. Zhu Zheng thought for a moment and frowned, "Why don't you stay awake tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Yan had already sat up and folded up the mat.

There was an extra person on the bed immediately. Zhu Zheng pushed him away when she was hugged, "I'm saying don't sleep here with me."

She was still shrouded in the shadow of being caught by Wen Fenghan who broke in.

The military camp is not a good place for intimacy, and she would be too embarrassed to face herself if it happened again.

A hint of depression appeared on Rong Yan's solemn brows.

Zhu Zheng saw this and couldn't bear it, so she quickly explained, "Aren't you the most disciplined person? You are also rectifying military discipline. I just don't want people to accuse you of being a tyrant."

Rong Yan curled up in a ball on her little bed, listening with her eyelashes drooping, the corners of her lips tightly pursed.

After a long time, he said, "I am following the wife's responsibility. Sleeping with my own wife is natural and reasonable. It violates no military discipline."

In the past, he only called her "Zhu Zheng" with her full name. The first time he called her Madam, Zhu Zheng's face turned red and she couldn't speak clearly.

"What, Madam... stop yelling..."

Rong Yan's eyes dimmed. After being apart for a long time, his young wife seemed to be showing signs of turning against her.

"You call me husband, so I can't call you madam?"

“No, I can’t…”

I called him "husband" once in person, but I always feel it's embarrassing. It's more comfortable to call him "sir".

Except for the days when she brought him back from the imperial prison, Zhu Zheng was afraid that calling him "Sir" would remind him of unpleasant things. Now that she can call him "Sir" again, she feels very relieved.

Rong Yan lowered his eyebrows, "Why?"

Zhu Zheng blushed and was speechless, her eyes flickering and blinking.

Rong Yan couldn't wait for an answer, so he stepped forward, pushed her hair aside and tucked it behind her ears, and said softly, "Madam... don't ignore me all the time."

The deep voice was as light as a feather, but the feathers on the tail had little hooks when they swept past.

“Stop yelling…” Zhu Zheng shrank her neck in his embrace, “My ears feel itchy after hearing that.”

Rong Yan hugged her, and seeing that her ears were all red, he felt a little better. He continued to blow in her ears, "Then give me your voice."

Zhu Zheng stammered, "What else?"

"I called you Madam twice, if you call me Madam again, I will stop making trouble for you."

Really……

Zhu Zheng raised her head and met Rong Yan's clear eyes. Facing his expectant expression, she cleared her throat and said, "Husband, husband."

Rong Yan's eyes were deep, and he couldn't help but kiss her forehead, "Yeah, it's itchy..."

Zhu Zheng felt cheated. Rong Yan had said that he would stop making trouble, but if eyes could eat people, she felt that he had eaten her to the point where not even a bone was left.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, and just as she stepped back, Rong Yan's gaze became even deeper. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms.

Zhu Zheng knew that she had nowhere to escape, so she tried in vain to negotiate, "Let me make it clear first, you have to be gentle..."

Every time he kissed her he put so much effort into it that she couldn't handle it.

Rong Yan did not agree to her, but reached out and pinched her chin, then bent down and kissed her.

Zhu Zheng was pressed down on the small bed by him, with her arms pressed against her arms and legs pressed against her legs, making it so tight that no air could get through.

Zhu Zheng hummed softly as he kissed her more and more skillfully. Even in her daze, she still remembered the vague and intermittent instructions.

"Before dawn...you must...remember to leave."

Rong Yan hadn't intended to do anything in the first place. He hadn't married her yet, and she was still in such a place, which was unfair to her. But after hearing her emphasize it repeatedly, he felt very uncomfortable.

He pressed his face against hers, wishing he could bite her. "You run away when you see me during the day, and you have to hide from people at night. Guarding your wife is like stealing..."

What to steal...

Zhu Zheng quickly covered his mouth, "What are you talking about, sir? It's disrespectful!"

How can a gentleman with elegant teeth and graceful manner say such words?

Rong Yan frowned and pinched her nose. "I've done everything that's disrespectful to a gentleman."

Zhu Zheng's face turned red, "Oh!"

"I won't bother you anymore." Rong Yan rubbed her cheek, then lay down beside her, pulling her over so that her back rested against his chest, and whispered to comfort her, "I know you're uncomfortable... but I can't sleep without holding you."

Zhu Zheng frowned when she heard this, "So you didn't sleep before?"

"Ah."

Although she knew that he was just bluffing, Zhu Zheng thought of his thin and handsome appearance when they first met, and her eyes became haggard and broken.

He knew exactly where her soft spot was. She hated to see him suffer. If he did this on purpose...

But even if it was intentional, she couldn't bear to see it.

After all, I feel sorry for him.

Zhu Zheng turned to face him, closed her eyes and put her face against his chest, "Okay, then you can sleep here from now on."

Rong Yan smiled and kissed the top of her head.

The sky and earth are vast, and the wind blows the grass tall.

The moonlight was white and hazy, shining on the turquoise water of the Natuhati River. The lights in the military camp by the river were all off and there was silence.

Zhu Zheng fell asleep quickly, with her head tilted in Rong Yan's arms, her breathing light and clear.

Rong Yan didn't close his eyes.

Zhu Zheng was not the only one who feared that the meeting was just a dream.

He no longer wanted to recall how he spent the day seeing the empty wedding hall, or how he reacted when a body that looked like hers was fished out of the river.

I have searched countless cities and villages along the way, received countless false reports and misidentifications, and have ignited hopes time and time again, only to return home disappointed time and time again.

Naturally, he could no longer fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of her displaced appearance. He didn't know where she was, how many injuries she had suffered, and how much suffering she had endured.

Thousands of grey lines shackled his heart tightly, and it was dark and he endured the long days and nights like a walking corpse.

His body and heart felt empty, and he could only force himself not to think. Before he found Zhu Zheng, he could not have any more fluctuations. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would sink into depression and delay the opportunity for a moment.

Fortunately, I really found it.

Perhaps fate had gambled away all his luck. He needed to spend a long time to confirm that Zhu Zheng was really okay. Just holding her was far from enough.

Rong Yan traced her sleeping eyebrows and eyes, sketching her appearance over and over again.

After this farewell, he will never have any thought of letting go in this life, nor will he hesitate again. He will stay by her side all the time, and will never let her suffer any bad things even if he has to take the blame for her.

Rong Yan was often troubled by his poor words and was unable to express his feelings clearly, and was unable to let her know how much he cared about her.

If only the voice of the heart could turn into the wind, it would transform into an endless, surging wind, mixed with the fragrance and bitterness of grass and trees, and rush towards her.

The next morning, Zhu Zheng suddenly opened her eyes.

A thin ray of sunlight shone on the top of the tent, swaying like a soft crimson chain.

Its daybreak!

It's too late! It's too late to wake up!

When Zhu Zheng turned her head and saw Rong Yan still lying on her bed, she immediately sat up and shook him, "My lord, my lord, wake up!"

Rong Yan opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

Zhu Zheng picked up his clothes and put them on him, "Go back to your tent quickly."

Upon hearing this, Rong Yan's light-colored eyes darkened instantly. He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time without saying a word. Anyone who saw it could clearly see the dissatisfaction in his eyes.

But what can be done?

She was a soldier, a high-ranking soldier at that, but she had a male lover hidden in her bed every day.

Who can live more ostentatiously than her?

Zhu Zheng put on her clothes and jumped out of bed, looking out of the tent. It was daybreak outside. Fortunately, only voices could be heard from many tents, but no one was walking around.

She turned around and saw Rong Yan was still taking his time. She couldn't help but drag him off the bed, "Hurry up, hurry up, or it will be too late."

Rong Yan was pulled all the way to the door by her, "The horn hasn't blown yet, don't worry."

"It's too late if you blow it!"

Seeing Zhu Zheng so flustered that she refused to let him shake her hand, Rong Yan hesitated for a moment and said with a gloomy expression, "I should have known not to live in the military camp..."

He picked up a stone to hit someone, but it wasn't his own foot.

Zhu Zheng had no intention of listening to what he said. While standing by the door, she was hurt by his sad look. She tilted her head and gave him a perfunctory kiss on the lips.

Before Rong Yan could react and deepen the kiss...

…He was pushed directly out of the curtain door.

Then the door opened a crack and his outer robe was thrown out.

Rong Yan: “…”