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

The crowd below the stage started to make a noise at first, and then after a long period of excitement, they slowly quieted down before the so-called "Fourth Miss Zhu" came on stage.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Zhu Zheng's back. She clenched the jade token in her hand so tightly that it almost embedded into her flesh.

Gong Yixiu on the side was very calm and composed, looking at the stage below, as if he was sure that no one would go on stage.

The longer the silence lasted, the more surprised whispers began to appear. Several people who had long been suspicious of Zhu Qing had already started to whisper to each other, as if they were about to figure out who was...

"I am Zhu Zheng! I am the Fourth Miss Zhu Zheng!"

In the crowd, a woman in white pushed through the crowd and rushed onto the stage like the wind blowing through a forest fire. She bowed and when she looked up, half of her face was covered.

"Please don't blame me, I also have a rash and can't see anyone, so I also follow Zhu... uh, Sister Zhu Qing... and cover my face."

Zhu Zheng immediately recognized who the clear voice came from.

Nie Rusheng.

She changed out of the peach-colored dress she was wearing earlier and was now wearing a silver hunting suit.

At first glance, their color is exactly the same as Zhu Zheng's, and standing together they really look like a pair of real sisters.

Zhu Zheng was a little confused. Although she was grateful to Miss Nie for her help, what if someone else picked Nie Rusheng later? Would she have to replace her?

If you keep doing this endlessly, it will become a lie that you can't cover up sooner or later.

Nie Rusheng seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He took a step closer and, using Wen Fenghan's mountain-like back as a cover, whispered in her ear to explain.

"Don't worry, my jade slip is not in that tube."

"My brother has never been good at talking to girls since he was young. He greeted the Second Prince early this morning and took my sign in advance."

"But I don't want to be with him. He's a difficult person to deal with in private. His noise makes my ears hurt."

"I think Prince Wen is like a big wooden pole, silent and silent, which is exactly what I want."

Zhu Zheng looked down at the stage and saw a red-robed young man in the crowd with a stunned and gnashing-teeth expression on his face, wishing he could pull Nie Rusheng off the stage.

Although I don't know why she did this, I felt relieved after hearing it.

Zhu Zheng gave her a grateful look and said sincerely, "Miss Nie's kindness today, I will remember it in my heart and will definitely repay you in the future."

Nie Rusheng smiled widely through her veil, "I hope the fourth lady doesn't have to be so polite..."

"Miss Zhu Qing, Miss Zhu Zheng." The ceremonial officer's call interrupted their conversation. The two looked up in response, "Please go to the stables and choose a good horse for the outing."

The talented men and ladies on the stage were paired up. Wen Fenghan, who was standing in the front, also turned around and glanced at the two people standing together.

Prince Wen didn't seem like a person who would bother with other people. The play had come to this point, so Zhu Zheng could only do her best. She bowed and said, "My little sister is lucky enough to be traveling with you, Prince. I'll trouble you to take care of me."

Wen Fenghan raised his eyebrows coldly, strode off the stage, leaving behind only a lonely and arrogant figure.

"Hey, Prince, please wait for me!" Nie Rusheng was quite dissatisfied. He turned around and said goodbye to Zhu Zheng in a hurry, "Then I will go with him to pick a horse first."

Zhu Zheng smiled and nodded, watching Nie Rusheng walk briskly after Wen Fenglan.

Gong Yixiu was the crown prince, and he had already prepared his own horses, so he naturally would not be with the others. When Zhu Zheng was brought to the stable by the ceremonial officer, most of the horses had already been chosen, leaving only a red pony in the corner.

The horses were all good horses selected by the emperor, so it made no difference to Zhu Zheng. She walked straight to the red horse and patted its head.

It lowered its head and rubbed it against Zhu Zheng's palm, with its eyes lowered, looking very docile and amiable.

"Let's take this." Zhu Zheng said to the ceremonial officer.

Zhu Zheng led the horse out. The mountains were filled with autumn and the mountain paths were covered with fallen leaves, with golden and fiery red interweaving, creating a gorgeous feeling of desolation and decay.

Zhu Zheng could not hide her worry. Her sister's whereabouts remained a mystery. Now that she had this horse, perhaps it would be helpful in the search for her.

She gripped the reins tightly, jumped lightly, and landed steadily on the horse's back.

Just as he was about to ride away, a voice as cold as the wind suddenly rang out.

"I wish the girl is brave enough."

Zhu Zheng looked up and saw Gong Yixiu riding a tall black horse, standing in front of her, examining her with sharp eyes.

"I didn't expect that the Third Miss had such skills."

Even as he said this, there was no trace of surprise in his eyes.

"I only learned the basics when I was young." Zhu Zheng said calmly, "I'm sorry to have laughed at you, Your Highness."

Gong Yixiu chuckled and changed the subject, "Where are you going, Miss Zhu?"

"Of course I'm looking for His Highness." Zhu Zheng answered frankly.

"Oh?" Gong Yixiu's smile deepened, "It just so happens that I am also looking for the third young lady."

Zhu Zheng lowered her head and did not comment.

Then, he clapped his hands and called his attendant. "Wushuang."

Wushuang stepped forward at the right time and handed a delicate bow to Zhu Zheng.

"What about archery? Have you ever practiced it?" Gong Yixiu asked.

“No.” Zhu Zheng replied.

Gong Yixiu's eyes were filled with even more amusement. He grabbed the reins and took a step forward, squeezing Zhu Zheng into a corner.

Zhu Zheng's back stiffened and he stepped back instinctively.

The two were very close, so close that Zhu Zheng could clearly see the white light in Gong Yixiu's eyes, which was exactly the same as the eyes that Jin Xianglou used when he killed someone.

Gong Yixiu held the horsewhip upside down and moved close to Zhu Zheng, almost pulling the silk scarf off her face.

"Why not ask the King of Japan to personally give Miss Zhu some instructions?"

Zhu Zheng frowned, bent her waist and stepped back, barely avoiding it, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but ..."

Gong Yixiu's eyes were extremely cold, but he was still smiling. "There is no one else here now, why don't you take off the thing that covers your face, Miss Zhu?"

"My daughter's rash can be contagious to others, so we must not endanger Your Highness." Zhu Zheng remained calm, "Besides, the imperial physician has instructed us not to see the wind, so please forgive me."

Gong Yixiu's smile faded, "What if the king said this was an order?"

Zhu Zheng had complicated emotions surging in her chest, her hands that were tightly gripping the reins were slightly sweaty, and the mountain wind seemed to be holding its breath with her.

Gong Yixiu seemed to see through her pretense, but he was in no hurry to expose her. Instead, he enjoyed her tenseness and panic as he tested her step by step.

At this delicate moment, a clear horse neigh suddenly sounded behind.

Before Zhu Zheng could turn around, a tall and majestic white horse blocked her way, blocking out most of the light in the sky.

A long shadow was cast under the long autumn sun, and the silver robe fluttered in the wind, like sparkling silver scales, and a longbow on the back flashed a cold light.

This sudden change made Gong Yixiu stunned for a moment. A complicated look flashed across his eyes, but he quickly put on a smile again.

"Teacher, you are back."