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

Zhu Zheng didn't understand why he stopped, so she took advantage of his distraction to grab the platform with one hand and tried to step on his shoulders to jump up.

The gray wolf reacted and did not cut her rope this time, but still prevented her from climbing onto the platform. He grabbed her with his backhand and pulled her down.

Two grasshoppers hanging on a straw rope are obviously a bit too heavy.

When it was about to break, a hand reached out from the platform and firmly grasped Zhu Zheng.

Under the setting sun, Rong Yan's silhouette had a circle of gold, which was no less beautiful than that of an immortal. The gold and jade on his crown hung down, reflecting layers of warm light spots.

He saw that the knot was about to break and stretched out his other hand to the gray wolf.

When the gray wolf saw clearly, he did not take the hand he offered, but swung away and flipped over on his own.

Zhu Zheng didn't pay attention to the movement nearby, fearing that the big gray wolf would snatch the lead. He quickly seized the opportunity, turned over, jumped, drew his bow and arrow, and shot the flower veil of the god Sar neatly.

The soft arrow dragged a long silk thread and floated down from the high platform with a golden veil.

There was immediate cheering from below and the sound of horns.

Gray Wolf leaned on the rope pillar nearby, "Congratulations."

When Zhu Zheng heard the voice, she recognized who he was and was quite surprised.

So he clasped his fists and said, "Major General, I'm grateful for your help."

Rong Yan embraced Zhu Zheng, met Wen Fenghan's eyes, and nodded slightly, "Thank you."

His concession sounded different from Zhu Zheng's concession.

Wen Fenghan took off his mask and glanced at the two people's clasped hands, but against the bright sunlight in the sky, his expressions could not be seen clearly.

After a while, he suddenly said with difficulty, "If you regret it someday, you can come to Chixi to find me."

What a strange sentence.

Zhu Zheng's eyes darted back and forth between Rong Yan and Wen Fenghan. Her mind raced, and she said angrily, "He won't regret it!"

Wen Fenghan's expression suddenly became more confusing. He glanced at Zhu Zheng, flicked his sleeves and slid down from the rope pole.

Not even a decent word.

Wen Fenghan tried to trip her up time and again, which made Zhu Zheng quite unhappy, but she was so happy now that she didn't have time to get angry with him.

She turned back to look at her trophy.

The evening breeze blows and the colorful flags flutter.

Rong Yan's face was painted with golden patterns of flowers and plants, and he was wearing a cinnabar red fur robe that fluttered in the wind, which made him look even more handsome. Around his neck were several round gold-thread jade necklaces, and the thin jade pieces jingled as they collided.

The vast twilight melts into the amber in the eyes, sparkling like a gem.

Zhu Zheng's brows and eyes were solemn. She didn't dare to behave out of the ordinary under the spotlight of so many people, but she was feeling anxious inside.

At this moment, she deeply experienced what it meant to be in high spirits. It turned out that getting first place was much more satisfying than being a goddess.

The sound of gongs and drums rang out from far away and gradually got closer. Fireworks were set off from the sky, covering the two people standing side by side on the platform.

Zhu Zheng waved to the audience and said in a low voice, "Sir, go talk to the city lord and ask him to choose some handsome men for the girls to compete for in the future."

Rong Yan held her hand tightly, "Okay."

When the two came down from the platform, they were surrounded by the crowd and pulled into the crowd to dance around the bonfire.

Zhu Zheng danced two rounds. Although she was not satisfied yet, she was still thinking about other things and was afraid of wasting time.

She dragged Rong Yan all the way back to the city lord's village. The people in the city had all gone out to celebrate the festival, so the village seemed particularly quiet. Walking through the long and narrow corridor in the night, she could only hear the whistling of the wind in her ears and the sound of jade hitting Rong Yan's body.

When she reached the door of the wing room, she suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Rong Yan, "Close your eyes first."

Rong Yan glanced at the tightly closed door, which was lit by a red candle.

He looked back at Zhu Zheng. Her lips were tightly pursed, an expression she only had when she was nervous.

Rong Yan closed his eyes obediently.

Zhu Zheng led him into the house, placed him on an armchair beside her, and neatly unbuttoned his hunting suit, taking it off in no time.

Then she quickly stood in front of him and said in a bird-like voice, "Okay, open your eyes!"

When Rong Yan opened his eyes and saw Zhu Zheng clearly, his expression was obviously shocked.

She was wearing a red wedding dress.

As the red candle burned high, Zhu Zheng's eyebrows and eyes looked as dark as ink against her wedding dress. There seemed to be a cluster of small flames burning in her eyes, and her unmade-up face was lightly flushed.

She turned around and said, "Does it look good? I fixed it, and you haven't even seen it..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhu Zheng was hugged into his arms. Rong Yan's strength was very strong, tightly holding her waist. The jade pendant on her body hurt her whole body.

"nice."

Zhu Zheng pushed him, "Wait, wait, there's more."

Rong Yan's hand was hooked, and something was stuffed into his palm. He lowered his eyes to take a look.

It is a frosted lavender purse.

There is a pair of quite presentable mandarin ducks embroidered on it.

Zhu Zheng's gentle voice sounded beside her ears, "It's a little old, but it's actually still new. I spent a long time embroidering it. You can't dislike it."

Rong Yan said nothing, stroking the wrinkled purse, with a slight bitter taste in his mouth.

He held Zhu Zheng in his arms, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he took out a silver bell from his sleeve and placed it in her hand.

"Take this with you."

When he found it that day, he returned it to Zhu Zheng. She just told Rong Yan to keep it safe. Seeing that he was about to give it to her again, she still hesitated and said, "I still think that we are a couple, and it is better not to separate."

She was really afraid of not being able to be together.

Rong Yan grabbed her hand and held it tightly, then hugged her tightly and whispered, "If we don't separate, they won't separate."

The destiny of mankind is unpredictable, and he has never believed that there is anything that is beyond one's control.

But on the day when the body with the Zhu family tablet was salvaged from the river, Rong Yan learned about the four-line fortune-telling about no chance, and also learned another thing.

Zhu Zheng's destiny is extraordinary and it is not something that will happen in this life.

The news came so lightly that it caused a sudden pain in his heart.

How did she hide it so well?

The side at the Waterside Poetry Gathering only left a flaw when they met their closest relatives again. She couldn't help shedding a few tears, and then wiped them away. She hid all the pain in her heart under her face, and was even able to distract herself to deal with him.

She pretends to be a well-off daughter of a wealthy family, smart, clever and carefree.

She hid all the panic and fear she felt after experiencing death and resurrection.

He never noticed it at all.

As for the reason, Rong Yan didn't think about it, but an answer had already emerged in his mind.

He had the same thought when she got into trouble in Gebai River.

The thought of doing everything to get her back.

Fortunately, heaven and earth pity her and also pity herself.

When they met again, Rong Yan hid himself very well, but in order to make up for his loss, he fed her a Fuzheng Pill to strengthen her mind and protect her essence, so that she would not suffer from the confusion of the memories of the two lives.

He didn't ask any more questions. The wound had healed and there was no need to uncover it.

He will remember clearly that he missed it once, it was a big mistake and there is no turning back.

He would stay by her side every day for the rest of his life and take good care of her to bring her back to her former self.

Smart, clever, carefree...

Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. The bright moon in the west is as round as a disk, shining like silver.

The night is clear and the Milky Way is visible, and in the vast wilderness, the spring scenery is lush and beautiful.

The red candle in the side room is about to go out, but the room is also filled with spring colors.

Zhu Zheng, with all her clothes taken off, was pressed on the bed. In the moonlight, Rong Yan lowered his eyebrows to look at the two arrow wounds on her shoulders. His eyes were deep and pitying, like a spoonful of hot honey melting down.

The two arrow wounds were not far from each other, like a bite from a huge poisonous snake.

Zhu Zheng was calm. She had escaped from Shekou twice, and now all of these had become her medals.

Rong Yan lowered his clear eyes and leaned down to kiss her scar, which was like a light feather brushing past, making her spine numb.

Before long, Zhu Zheng's heart softened like a hot spring. She took the initiative to hug his neck and kiss him, so that he would stop kissing and looking at her randomly.

Rong Yan put his arm around her waist and kissed her back.

What happened next can be regarded as pushing the boat along with the current...

I pushed it more than once or twice.

Two crane bells were embedded together and placed casually beside the pillow. They made creaking sounds from time to time, all night long.

The pattern engraved on it shows flowers blooming on the same branch and cranes perching on the same mountain.

Entwined and nourishing each other, tasting all the spring light and summer dew.

They are intertwined, born as one, soaring into the sky, living and dying together... and will never be separated from each other.