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

On the south side of the city lord's camp, the windows of the wing rooms were clean and bright, with pearl curtains and gauze swaying. A screen embroidered with distant mountains and clear waters blocked the dazzling sunlight, and half of the spots of halo light fell on people.

There was a lacquered table nearby, with a few large bluish-white flowers in a ceramic vase, blooming noisily and ostentatiously.

Except for a few flowers that looked unfamiliar to Zhu Zheng and she couldn't name them, the rest of the arrangements were somewhat copycat, imitating some of the style of Shengjing.

Zhu Zheng sat on Rong Yan's lap, snoring as she drank a bowl of hot sweet porridge.

As soon as she said she was not full, Rong Yan brought her here, which was probably the residence that the city lord had originally prepared for her.

Rong Yan leaned half-circled on her arm, watching her drink porridge with his eyelashes lowered, as if he was watching something interesting.

Soon Zhu Zheng was fed till she was full. She was very satisfied. When she looked up and saw Rong Yan looking at her like that, she felt a little aggrieved, but she didn't want to seem too unreasonable.

She handled Wen Fenghan's problem very well, so Rong Yan didn't have to worry about her.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng felt quite contented. Not wanting to talk about her troubles, she gave a sly smile and looked out the window, "Is there any festival going on in the city?"

The window was half open, and from time to time the sounds of cowhide drums and string music could be heard, melodious and pleasant.

Rong Yan wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, "The Joint Sacrifice Festival is coming soon, and the city lord wants to keep us for the festival."

"Okay." Zhu Zheng became interested. "I heard from Yan Niang that the Joint Sacrifice Festival is the most important festival in Chixi. It's very lively."

Rong Yan nodded, "Then let's leave after the festival."

This was the first time he mentioned leaving. Zhu Zheng felt a little uneasy and asked, "Returning to Shengjing?"

Rong Yan nodded, "Yeah."

Two or three months have passed since I left, and no one knows what has happened in Shengjing since then...

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng suddenly sat up straight, "Does my sister know that I'm still alive?"

Rong Yan was almost knocked down by the person in his arms. He touched his nose and said, "Don't worry, I wrote a letter back early in the morning."

Zhu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Rong Yan had always been a man of foresight. Since he said he was going back, there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

Seeing him touching his nose, Zhu Zheng rubbed it for him shyly, "Does it hurt?"

Rong Yan stared at her fluttering eyelashes, held her wrist against his face, and whispered, "It hurts."

He lowered his eyebrows, his expression seemed to be pitiful. Zhu Zheng couldn't stand him like this. She wanted to buy a lot of things for him. She put her hand on his cheek and blew gently on his nose.

Rong Yan's eyes darkened, and before he could get close, Zhu Zheng suddenly sat up straight again.

"By the way, before we leave, don't forget to tell the Major General."

In Wen Fenghan's mind, he must have thought that she had just hooked up with Rong Yan.

When she leaves, she must tell him solemnly that she, a seductress, fell in love with Rong Yan at first sight, and shamelessly tricked him into getting married, and that they would go back to Shengjing together...

He would definitely be so angry that he would be fuming and wish he could cut her into pieces.

Thinking of Wen Fenghan trying to cut it into eight pieces but failing, Zhu Zheng smiled.

When Rong Yan heard Zhu Zheng suddenly mention Wen Fenghan, Wu Lingling's eyes were full of light and the corners of her lips curled up.

He was silent for a long time, his voice very calm, "What do you think of him?"

Zhu Zheng was still daydreaming, and asked inexplicably, "What about someone?"

"Wen Fenghan."

Zhu Zheng was caught off guard by the question. She didn't want Rong Yan to know her evil thoughts, so she thought about it carefully and made a few comments, "He is a strong and brave man, down-to-earth and hardworking. He is quite good."

Rong Yan paused, and then listened to Zhu Zheng continue, "But we don't get along. He hates me so much."

She has been given so many offensive nicknames, such as witch, monkey and cardboard monkey. If she stays here for a while, she might turn into a caterpillar or an ant.

"What if he doesn't hate you?" Rong Yan asked.

Zhu Zheng laughed when she heard this, "Then I'm really lucky."

Rong Yan tightened his grip, "Don't burn it."

Zhu Zheng: “?”

Rong Yan frowned and held the wrist tightly in his hand without letting go.

The fact that Wen Fenghan saved Zhu Zheng was much simpler than he had imagined. He did not collude with any other forces, and leaving Shengjing was also a schedule that had been set long ago.

It seemed like on the day when they set out to break camp, they happened to meet Zhu Zheng and saved her life.

There was only one strange thing: when he started from Shengjing, he would not pass by the Gebai River.

Therefore, this so-called simplicity makes people feel a hidden crisis.

Seeing Rong Yan in a trance, Zhu Zheng stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Rong Yan frowned, looking at the confused look on the person in his arms. He dodged for a moment, buried his head in the crook of Zhu Zheng's neck, and said for the first time, "I'm a little...jealous."

Zhu Zheng: “???”

Although she had secretly thought about the jealousy many times in private, Rong Yan was a person with such a personality that he would not show the slightest sign of change even when the sky was falling. She could only dream about it to satisfy herself.

Who would have thought that one day he would be able to say such words, what a great progress it was.

Zhu Zheng's heart was boiling with anger, but she had no idea why he was jealous. After thinking about the only two people in Chixi she had a good relationship with, she asked cautiously, "Well...are you jealous of Yanniang or Mao'er?"

It would have been better if he didn't say it. Once he said it, Rong Yan would think of those two people. As a result, Zhu Zheng could not say more than three sentences to him a day, and her face became even more worried.

"Eat them all."

He still ate it all. Zhu Zheng chuckled and said, "I'll make you sick."

Seeing him being jealous to death but not reacting at all made Rong Yan feel even more threatened.

So Rong Yan said something again for the first time.

"Zhu Zheng, tell me you miss me."

God, her husband can actually go one step further.

Zhu Zheng couldn't hold back her smile and asked, "Didn't I say that?"

Rong Yan rubbed her face, and his breath made her ears feel a little itchy.

"I never said that."

Zhu Zheng's face felt hot from his blowing, and she held Rong Yan's face and looked at him.

"Of course I miss you..." She smiled, "When you were away, I missed you every day and night..."

Rong Yan stared into her dark eyes, his throat rolling slightly, and suddenly he raised his hand and pressed hard on his heart.

Zhu Zheng: "What's wrong?"

The fragmented light on the screen was reflected in Rong Yan's eyes, like ripples on a lake on a sunny day.

He frowned and said softly, "I thought I didn't care so much about whether I could hear this sentence or not..."

The smile on Zhu Zheng's lips froze, and she suddenly felt that she was too unromantic to even want to tease him at this time.

She curled her lips, her eyes were a little sour and hot, "You make me feel uncomfortable all of a sudden."

Rong Yan didn't expect to make someone cry, "I take it back and won't say it again."

"No! You have to tell me like this whatever you want to hear in the future."

Zhu Zheng looked serious, "For example, if you are sad, just say to me 'please comfort me', and I will definitely comfort you, remember?"

Rong Yan stared at her intently, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.

"Yeah, remember."

Zhu Zheng laughed again, pulled him closer by his collar, and gave him a kiss on the face as a reward.

Before she could use his drizzle method to coax her, Rong Yan had already pinched her face and leaned over to kiss her lips.

Rong Yan held the person tightly against his waist, conquering her gently yet forcefully.

Zhu Zheng sat on his lap and was kissed until her whole body went limp. She melted in his arms like a candle melting in the sun. She used up the rest of her strength to raise her head and respond to his kiss. The only thing in her half-wet eyes was the man in front of her.

There was a faint scent of flowers in the room, and the sound of string music came through the window lattice, melodious and sweet. The early spring sunlight was shallow, casting a layer of fine warm light on the two people kissing.

Just when he was feeling deeply emotional, there was a noise suddenly coming from the door, as if something was smashed to the ground.

Half a figure was reflected on the screen. Probably realizing that something good had been interrupted, it retreated in a disorderly manner.

The movement suddenly stopped, Zhu Zheng buried her face in Rong Yan's neck, her whole body turned red like a cooked shrimp.

Why do people here like to come in uninvited? I feel so embarrassed to see anyone after being caught once or twice.

Zhu Zheng whispered, "Why didn't you lock the door..."

Rong Yan's expression darkened slightly. He covered Zhu Zheng tightly and glanced coldly at the swaying bead curtain.

Locked.

"It's okay." Rong Yan looked at the red face in his arms and comforted him, "The people of Chixi are not fussy about trivial matters. They will definitely understand that we are newlyweds and are in love with each other..."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to see Zhu Zheng's reaction, but she thought he was going to continue and pushed him.

"… Go and close the door first."