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

In the second month of Chixi, the grass is growing and the orioles are flying.

As winter turns to spring and society revives, this land welcomes the biggest festival of the new year, the Joint Sacrifice Festival.

The Joint Sacrifice Festival is a time for all gods to appear and worship together, praying for another year of prosperity and good weather on this land.

People shake off the dullness of winter, wear colorful clothes and hang colorful balls on their doors. The more noisy their attire, the easier it is to attract the attention of the gods, who will bless them for the whole year.

The most lively event is the one before the bonfire party at night, which is called "grabbing the sun view".

On the towering platform, there will be a person dressed in gorgeous costume as the god Sar.

"Saar" means sun in the Chishi language.

The god Sar wears a flower crown and a veil. People compete in archery. The one who takes off the veil wins, which means the coming year will be bright and glorious.

In previous years, Yan Niang was responsible for playing the role of the god. This time, because of an accidental injury, she could not go up to a high place, so she discussed with Zhu Zheng and let her take on the role.

Zhu Zheng couldn't refuse, so she agreed.

When I ran back to the room to tell Rong Yan, he was reading a book. He looked up and said directly, "No."

Rong Yan rarely rejected her directly like this.

Zhu Zheng was stunned. She was not helping out entirely out of favor, but also because Yan Niang had mentioned before that the winner who unveiled the veil would often tacitly allow the person dressed as the god Sar to be snatched away.

There is a custom of throwing hydrangeas in the Central Plains that is somewhat similar to this, but the hydrangea is in the hands of the person who throws it, while this one can only wait for an unknown person to hit it.

The wild competition of power is filled with the unique vitality of the Northwestern grasslands.

In previous years, when Goddess Sar was a little girl with little influence, there were many cases where she was taken advantage of by some bastards, so Yan Niang took this job on herself.

The reason why Zhu Zheng agreed was because she thought that her legal husband was here and would definitely not let her be bullied.

Unexpectedly, she was rejected outright. Zhu Zheng was quite disappointed and asked indirectly, "Is it because you don't have the confidence to win me back?"

Rong Yan raised his eyebrows.

Provoking someone always works. Zhu Zheng noticed that his expression had relaxed and pretended to sigh.

"It's normal to have no confidence. People here grew up catching eagles on horseback, and you have always been just a... uh, civil official."

Rong Yan put down the book in his hand and repeated word by word, "Just a civil official?"

Seeing the deep look in his eyes, Zhu Zheng thought something was wrong. When she tried to change her words, her hand was grabbed and she was pulled into his arms. Her lips were sucked and bitten.

"Say it again."

"Well……"

Zhu Zheng touched her mouth in grievance. Ever since he stole her unique martial arts skills, she also learned to give others a taste of their own medicine.

"He is a man who is both civil and military...sir." She changed her words.

Zhu Zheng felt somewhat regretful for provoking him. After thinking for a while, she changed her approach and took out the arrow of the Heji Festival to show him.

The bow is an ordinary bow, but the arrow is not an ordinary arrow. It is a soft rod made of thin reed strips with a long colorful silk strip on the tail.

"Look, it's made of soft reed. It won't be dangerous."

Rong Yan raised his eyes and glanced, still saying, "No."

No arrows will do.

If he had to watch Zhu Zheng being pointed at by an arrow again, he would have really thought he was dead.

Rong Yan refused to give an inch, and Zhu Zheng didn't want to break her promise, so she sat on his lap and pouted angrily.

Rong Yan pinched her face, lifted the corners of her drooping mouth, and stared at her intently for a while.

Since Zhu Zheng had already agreed, he had no reason to ask her to go back on her word.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I'll go for you."

Zhu Zheng exclaimed, “Ah?”

Rong Yan said calmly, "God Sar never said that it can only be a goddess."

Strictly speaking, she is not a goddess...

But she is not even a civil official.

Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a headache. Now that Rong Yan had become the God of Sar, how could she get him back?

Rong Yan looked at her changing expression and asked, "You have no confidence?"

"Yes, not at all." Zhu Zheng nodded rapidly, "You also know that my archery skills are still at the stage where they rely entirely on luck."

Rong Yan grabbed the soft reed arrow in Zhu Zheng's hand and said, "No need for archery, just luck is enough."

luck?

This is what Zhu Zheng fears the most. As for archery, she can still practice hard without sleep starting from today, but as for luck, she can only rely on God's will.

This kind of elusive destiny, which cannot be obtained through hard work, is even given a name.

fate.

Thinking of her fate with Rong Yan, Zhu Zheng looked a little panicked and suddenly pulled Rong Yan's sleeve tightly.

Rong Yan noticed her movements, put his arm around her shoulders and leaned against her, sighing softly, "Your husband can tell fortunes through the stars, so why do you have to believe in a random fortune?"

He knows it all.

Zhu Zheng's clenched hands loosened slightly, and her heart felt strangely at peace.

She used her fingertips to tug at the embroidery on Rong Yan's cuffs, "Then calculate whether I can win..."

Rong Yan made a gesture seriously, and after a long while, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Yes."

Zhu Zheng was so fooled by him that she wanted to laugh, "What if I don't win in the end?"

Rong Yan bent down and kissed her eyes.

"Then I can only rely on a civil official like me to fight and deliver myself to your door."

Three days later, the joint sacrifice festival will be held.

Today is a nice day with a clear sky.

Half the sky was dyed red, and the water of the Natuhayi River was rustling like a long emerald chain, surrounding the city of Langguan.

During the day, the gods parade through the streets. After dusk, when the whole city has had enough to eat and drink, they gather by the river, wearing colorful clothes and hats and various animal masks, to watch the "sun-grabbing" event that is about to begin.

Yan Niang squeezed in the crowd, wearing a goose mask, and looked up at the platform, only to see a dazzling figure sitting upright.

Every year, the god Thrall's attire is newly made, including a ceremonial crown with gold flowers and silver engravings, with circles of round gold and jade pieces hanging from it, and a colorful robe with colorful feathers and bird fur, which is also hung with pearls and jade beads.

After we grab the Yangjing, these jades can be sold at a good price.

So I piled them up like crazy. The clothes looked good, but they were too heavy. It was difficult to turn my head.

I couldn't help but sigh that although it was the first time for Ah Si to dress up as this character, he was quite calm and composed.

Rong Yan sat on the high platform calmly, looking down at the crowd who were ready to fight. He scanned the area and soon found Zhu Zheng's figure.

She was wearing a light crimson hunting suit and a fluffy white rabbit mask, both of which he had picked out for her personally this morning.

The figure seemed to notice that he was looking at her, and she jumped on the spot and made a gesture to him.

Very good, a determination to win.

Rong Yan curled the corners of his lips and found a comfortable position, half leaning on the platform.

He told Zhu Zheng to just have fun, as it was just a formality and anyone who lifted the veil from him would not gain any advantage.

But Zhu Zheng didn't think so.

Not only did she want to be the first today, she also wanted to use this first place to make up for the unfinished wedding ceremony.

It was only after Zhu Zheng arrived that she realized that standing on the stage was not just a matter of luck.

There are many long ropes made of velvet grass and colorful ropes hanging on the high platform. People can climb to the top along the colorful ropes and then shoot arrows as easily as taking something out of a bag.

Zhu Zheng’s confidence increased, she was quite good at climbing trees.

The winner of the competition for the sun view must be decided before the sun sets.

As the sound of a horn resounded through the valley, the chief priest shouted and the Yangjing ceremony began.

The drum beats as fast as a rainstorm. Zhu Zheng put the bow on his back, bit the arrow in his mouth, grabbed a long rope and climbed up.

As soon as she started, Zhu Zheng knew where the difficulty lay.

The soft rope looks ordinary, but it is actually made of fresh long grass. It is quite slippery to hold. If you don't use enough force, it may break and cause you to fall.

There was a soft riverbed underground, so it wasn't likely that you would get hurt if you fell, at most it would be embarrassing.

But once she falls, her husband will be lost to others.

While Zhu Zheng was thinking, screams were heard from the long ropes around him, and occasionally someone broke the straw rope and fell down.

It seemed that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so Zhu Zheng pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the cracking sound of the straw rope being pulled.

Once she heard an unusual sound, she would seize the opportunity, use the bow to hook another long rope, and then swing her body to change the rope.

A breeze blew by the river, and golden clouds appeared one after another, with mist and haze rising high.

Feiyi's slender figure was agile and nimble, leaving the crowd behind and soon approaching the platform.

Just as she reached out to grab the last long rope, a tall figure suddenly swung over from the side and almost knocked Zhu Zheng away.

Zhu Zheng looked up. The man was wearing a gray wolf mask and had obviously also learned this skill. He was also stronger than her and roughly snatched the rope knot that led to the platform.

Her head buzzed and she tried to pull it away, but the gray wolf held the bow against her waist and pushed her away.

The straw rope swung suddenly and Zhu Zheng heard a sharp breaking sound.

Falling down now was no joke, but the gray wolf was decisive. Seeing that she was in a dilemma, he wanted to defeat her in one move and pretended to cut her straw rope from the root.

The bow stabbed at her mercilessly, and Zhu Zheng could only block it with her body.

The tip of the bow pressed against her shoulder, and when it swung back it brushed across the side of her face, hooking the mask and knocking it off.

The afterglow of the setting sun was still dazzling, and Zhu Zheng squinted subconsciously.

The gray wolf was about to attack again, but when he saw Zhu Zheng's face clearly, he paused and stopped abruptly.