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

Zhu Zheng is lost.

She stepped into the vast void, as if heaven and earth had merged again after Pangu created the world. She stood alone in the chaos where heaven and earth had not yet been separated.

Not far away, a dull black river flowed quietly, with a bridge made of white stones spanning it.

“Could it be the Naihe Bridge?” Zhu Zheng said to herself with a wry smile, and her voice quickly dissipated in the wind.

There was no one around, and Zhu Zheng was as small as a grain of sand that no one cared about, or a fallen leaf that turned into mud.

Zhu Zheng walked forward aimlessly until she heard a faint flute sound in the distance, which was long and melodious, like crying and complaining.

As the saying goes, "The best sound of nature is rarely found in the world."

I guess I am really no longer in this world, and I don’t know which ghost in the underworld this flute sound comes from.

She took a few more steps forward, and the sound of the flute became ethereal, mournful and moving, as if telling of her unfulfilled wishes, her reluctance to leave the world, but her unwillingness to see it all end.

Zhu Zheng was indeed unwilling and she didn't want it to end.

She looked at the unremarkable stone bridge, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to turn around and walk back following the sound of the flute.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a blinding light suddenly appeared.

Her head was splitting with pain, and her body seemed to have suddenly become extremely heavy, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly poured into her consciousness.

Zhu Zheng suddenly opened her eyes.

It was pitch black before my eyes, it was the quiet midnight.

A strong smell of rust filled her mouth, and the dull pain in her internal organs quickly spread throughout her body, causing her to clench her teeth uncontrollably and pull at the quilt on her body.

She stared at the carved patterns on the bed ceiling for a long time with sweat all over her forehead, but her mind was still in a mess.

Where is this?

After finally catching her breath, Zhu Zheng tilted her head and sat up a little. She pushed the window beside the bed with all her strength, opening a slight gap.

Looking out the window, the first thing you see is a vast expanse of white land covered with a thick layer of snow.

There was a pale, cold full moon in the sky.

In the distance, there are clouds and mist, and white air is curling. In the near distance, there are many bitter black bamboos, dotted with red plums, all the way to the window, like a unique freehand landscape painting.

Is this the underworld or the fairyland?

Also, why is it winter already?

The pale light from outside leaked in. Zhu Zheng looked around blankly. The furnishings in the room were very unfamiliar. The crimson double-gauze bed curtains were dotted with tiny pearls, which reflected tiny spots of light under the skylight.

On the table next to the bed, there was a small black ball.

Zhu Zheng held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while.

It looked like a red citron, shriveled and unrecognizable.

This fruit made her feel like she was still alive in the world despite her difficulties.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard outside the door.

The door was suddenly pushed open, the thick door curtain was lifted, and the cold wind from outside was brought in, making Zhu Zheng shiver.

A tall figure appeared at the door against the snow light.

Zhu Zheng was stunned and recognized the person.

"Master Taifu?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhu Zheng found that his voice was as hoarse as a burnt charcoal and he could hardly make any sound.

"woke up."

Rong Yan's voice was not very nice either, it was hoarse and husky, and even sounded a little strange at first.

He strode closer, his dark cloak covered with snow, his eyes, which used to be clear, were now bloodshot, his face was haggard, and he had lost a lot of weight, fluttering in the thick cloak.

Zhu Zheng was startled by his appearance and tried to get up from the couch with her arms, but her body was as heavy as a stone, as if only her head was awake, and her head was very dizzy, as if a bucket of batter had been poured into it.

Rong Yan took off his cloak and sat down beside the couch, reaching out to support Zhu Zheng who was struggling crookedly.

Zhu Zheng wanted to use the force to sit up straight, but she didn't expect that she couldn't use any strength at all. Even her head was limp and she couldn't support it. She had to lean her head against him, and her face accidentally brushed against his shoulder.

The clothes on the Grand Tutor were very cold, as if they were soaked in the cold air from outside.

Rong Yan lit the candlestick with a fire stick.

The warm light swayed, dispelling the darkness and coldness in the room, and also illuminating the two people leaning against each other.

Rong Yan picked up the quilt and wrapped Zhu Zheng tightly, leaving only her head exposed. He then placed a soft pillow behind her, raised his hand to close the window to cover the gap, and casually poured her a cup of hot ginseng tea and handed it to her.

Zhu Zheng squinted her eyes curiously. Why was there a pot of hot tea here? Was it always hot?

Also, why is the Grand Tutor here?

She raised her eyes to glance at Rong Yan. The hot steam from the tea was lingering between them. The pair of delicate eyes and brows in front of her seemed increasingly unreal, as if they were very far away.

Zhu Zheng raised her hand, and Rong Yan thought she was going to speak, so he lowered his head slightly and leaned over to listen.

But she pinched his ear precisely and pulled it hard.

Zhu Zheng's fingertips were warmed by the hot tea and touched Rong Yan's ears, bringing a slight coolness.

Suddenly, my sister said something like "Don't play too much in winter, otherwise your ears will freeze off"...

She subconsciously rubbed his cold ear bones.

Rong Yan frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Zhu Zheng, with shock in his eyes.

This puzzled look seemed familiar, and Zhu Zheng immediately realized what he was doing and suddenly let go of his hand.

"It turns out that I'm not dreaming..." Zhu Zheng suddenly realized.

Because his voice was still hoarse, this soft confession floated out. Rong Yan's eyes moved slightly, and for some reason, they became a little deeper.

"Did you dream about me?"

I didn't expect him to misinterpret it like this.

Zhu Zheng honestly thought back for a moment, and it seemed that some fragmented fragments were still in her mind. Unfortunately, once a person wakes up, it is difficult to recall a long dream, so she could only shake her head and said, "No."

Afraid that the Grand Tutor would think she had some improper or presumptuous intentions, she added, "Never!"

Rong Yan said “hmm”.

The hand that was hugging me through the quilt seemed to have become stronger.

The ear that she touched turned very red. Zhu Zheng felt inexplicably uneasy. She picked up the cup in her hand, blocked the Master's line of sight, and drank the ginseng tea in one breath.

The hot tea has a herbal flavor. After drinking the whole cup, my throat feels a little better.

Zhu Zheng asked hesitantly, "Why is Master Taifu here..."

At least I should see Mingcui, my grandmother, or my sister first...

Thinking of this, Zhu Zheng's heart skipped a beat. Without waiting for Rong Yan's response, she said, "My sister..."

Just as she said this, she suddenly felt a piercing pain in her left shoulder, which made her pale face wrinkle.

Zhu Zheng's sleep-deprived brain finally remembered that she had been pierced by an arrow, and it was a truly heart-wrenching pain.

After finally saying a few words, her throat was sore that she raised her hand to gesture so that Rong Yan could understand.

"Don't worry."

Rong Yan said calmly, holding her chin with his fingers and carefully studying her face for a while.

The candlelight shone on Zhu Zheng's face, making her already thin figure even more shaky and pale. It seemed that if she spoke in a louder voice, the people in front of her would be startled and disappear.

Rong Yan stared at it calmly for a long time, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy. Anyway, it was as if he was looking at something rare.

She had just woken up from a serious injury, and her appearance was probably not worth seeing. Zhu Zheng felt uneasy when she was looked at, and could not help but let out two sounds to break the silence between them.

"grown ups …… "

"Don't worry, your sister is fine." Rong Yan came back to his senses and responded to her in a low voice.

"…Where is she?"

If my sister were here, she would have come to see her a long time ago.

Hasn't he come back yet?

Fortunately, she still remembered that day in the red maple forest when the Grand Tutor told her that he knew the whereabouts of her sister.

"Shenyang." Rong Yan replied.

It was a completely unexpected answer.

Confusion appeared on Zhu Zheng's pale face. This statement was so strange. Wasn't she in Shengjing?

"...Where am I?" she continued.

Rong Yan took the empty teacup from her hand, and smoothed the quilt around her neck. His heavy eyes fell into hers, like a deep lake that had been frozen for a long time.

After a long while, Zhu Zheng finally heard the Grand Tutor speak.

"Chengxushan."