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

A moment of helplessness flashed through Zhu Zheng's mind.

Countless good and bad thoughts popped up, and soon, an anecdote that I had read in a book came to my mind.

It was recorded in the biographies of princes in the General History of Dayong that when the Mangqiu barbarians invaded, the soldiers defending the northern border dressed in white and cleverly crossed the snow-capped mountains, outflanked the enemy from the rear, and won a great victory.

It mentions that people who stay in the snow for a long time will experience a brief feeling of dizziness and blindness, which is called snow blindness.

She was probably suffering from snow blindness.

After all, I haven't been out for nearly a month, and I've been sleeping in my room all day. My eyes need to adapt just like my arms and legs, so I guess there's no need to make a fuss.

If the Grand Tutor knew about this, he would definitely take her back to her room immediately.

Unfortunately, she had already alarmed Rong Yan, and any abnormality could not escape his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Rong Yan asked.

Zhu Zheng looked calm and blinked a few times to try to adapt herself as quickly as possible, then made up an excuse to get away with it.

"Nothing, just looking at the adults."

Rong Yan's face froze, and he coughed as if he was choked by the wind.

Zhu Zheng's eyesight was not sharp, but her ears were sharper. She noticed Rong Yan's movements, and her heart moved. She pinched her throat and said, "You are not only good-looking, but also considerate when taking care of people. I was looking at you just now, and I was worried about how to repay you."

"No need to repay anything." He said.

Zhu Zheng ignored his refusal and put a sly smile on her lips.

"After much thought, I can only promise you my body."

Rong Yan suddenly fell silent, and stood in front of her with a candlestick like an ice sculpture.

Zhu Zheng stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Sir?"

Still no response.

This snow-blind man really doesn't understand romance. Zhu Zheng's eyes are blurry and she can't see Rong Yan's expression at all.

To make things even easier, she simply stood on tiptoe, raised the back of her hand and gently placed it behind his ear.

It’s really hot.

Zhu Zheng was dressed warmly, so his hands were not cold, but he could still feel the warmth when he touched the skin behind his ears.

Rong Yan finally came to his senses now, grabbed her wrist, and captured the daring hand on the spot.

Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Zheng burst out laughing, her eyebrows curved into crescents.

"What are you laughing at?" Rong Yan asked.

"Laughter discovered the adults' secrets."

Rong Yan grabbed her too quickly, and before she could pull her hand back, the force tightened because of her struggle, and the back of her hand was almost pressed against his cheekbone.

Beneath the hard touch, there was a warmth that was getting hotter and hotter.

Zhu Zheng confirmed what she was thinking, and found it more and more interesting. She bluntly pointed out, "Your Highness's secret is that you get shy very easily."

"And." She rubbed Rong Yan's ear with the back of her finger.

"When you get shy, your ears turn red first."

Rong Yan froze again, "No."

"Adults like to talk tough."

Zhu Zheng ignored his confession and just raised her eyebrows at him with a smile, her face full of pride as if she had discovered his fatal weakness.

Many, many years later, the lawless Fourth Miss Zhu finally learned that her trick had a special name in the storybooks.

It's called teasing.

At this time, Zhu Zheng simply withdrew her hand calmly, leaving the Master Taifu with red ears standing there in a daze.

"Don't worry, I will keep this secret for you and never let anyone else know."

She blinked, grabbed a handful of snow from the window frame, and made a snowball to cool the heat in her palms.

After making it, she found it quite fun and decided to make another one.

Just after he finished pinching the second one, Rong Yan, who had been frozen like an ice sculpture, suddenly moved and reached out to grab Zhu Zheng.

"Does what you just said count?"

"What?" Zhu Zheng was a little confused.

"Promise yourself."

"Of course it doesn't count." Zhu Zheng didn't dare to laugh anymore, and even the snowball fell to the ground in fright.

"My Lord, I am joking with you. Did you understand?"

The candlelight was as small as a bean, illuminating Rong Yan's expression, which sometimes flickered and sometimes became dim, as if he was hidden in the fog.

"Ah."

Zhu Zheng could actually hear some unhappiness in just one short syllable.

She regretted it. She tended to act out of line when she was proud, which probably annoyed Rong Yan.

"Sir..." She wanted to apologize.

"Remember not to make such jokes with others." Rong Yan said in a deep voice.

"okay."

Zhu Zheng nodded sincerely. She had forgotten for a moment that the Grand Tutor was a man of integrity and honesty, even to the point of being pedantic. She had learned her lesson this time and would never say such things again.

The atmosphere seemed to become a little awkward.

Zhu Zheng threw away the half-melted snowball in her hand, turned around and pretended to appreciate the plum blossoms, took a few steps out of the corridor, and moved a distance away from Rong Yan.

The moonlight in the mountains flowed quietly all over the ground, and salt-like snow particles fell from the sky.

Compared to the heavy snow carried by strong winds in the nightmare, the snow on Chengxu Mountain is much quieter.

The red plum blossoms were in luxuriant bloom, weighed down by the thick snow. Many petals could not bear the weight and fell from the branches.

Feeling that the gazes from behind were still on her, Zhu Zheng quickly pretended to be busy. She held up the hem of her cloak with both hands and stood under the plum tree to catch the falling snow and flowers.

My lungs were filled with a coolness, but my vision became increasingly blurry. Soon, I couldn't even see the plum tree clearly.

The surroundings seemed to become chaotic, and only the sound of wind blowing could be heard. It seemed that she was the only one left in the world.

This desolate sequence seems familiar...

The person who was excitedly accepting the flowers just now suddenly fell silent.

Rong Yan stood a few steps away from her.

Under the furry hood, the little head drooped with only the pointed chin exposed, and petals scattered all over its body, adding to the melancholy.

He took a step closer with the candlestick, "Zhu Zheng."

Zhu Zheng came back to his senses, "Ah?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." Zhu Zheng forced a smile, "I just remembered a dream I had."

"Dream?"

"Sir, have you ever seen the Naihe Bridge?"

Rong Yan shook his head.

"I've seen it." She spoke softly, her head still hanging. "There is a white stone bridge over a bottomless black river. I seemed to have lost my way, and unknowingly walked to the bridge. I was going to cross the bridge to the other side..."

"and then?"

"Then... before going up the bridge, I suddenly heard a flute sound..." Zhu Zheng continued speaking until she gradually fell silent.

When she calmed down, she realized that it was a bit silly to tell others about her dream, especially this kind of dream that had no beginning or end and was weird. She thought it was just her imagination when she was unconscious.

Rong Yan was standing very close.

The wind blew the petals in Zhu Zheng's arms and dropped them on his robe. Zhu Zheng looked up at him, bit her lip, and stopped talking.

Rong Yan brought the candlestick closer, "Are you unhappy because you remembered this dream?"

Zhu Zheng was at a loss for words, so she nodded and said, "I guess so."

Rong Yan: "Do you want to hear it again?"

Zhu Zheng: "What are you listening to?"

Rong Yan: "The sound of the flute in the dream."

Zhu Zheng was puzzled, "Why do you sound like that?"

Will he be shot by an arrow and fall into coma again?

Rong Yan handed over the candlestick in his hand, and Zhu Zheng had no choice but to loosen her cloak, and pieces of red flew between the two of them.

He took out a bamboo flute from his pocket and said, "I'll play it for you."

Zhu Zheng was stunned for a while, then said in admiration, "How come you have everything on you, sir?"

This dress must have so many pockets that you can come up with new ideas anytime and anywhere.

A slight smile appeared in Rong Yan's eyes. He tightened her hood, untied the ribbon at her chin and tied it again.

"Go sit down in the corridor," he instructed.

It was not easy to see the talent show of the Grand Tutor, so Zhu Zheng naturally showed her favor. She swept away a small piece of snow on the railing and sat down holding the candlestick.

"What tune will your Excellency play?" she asked curiously.

Rong Yan turned around and looked over. The moonlight cast a soft silver glow on his outline.

Amid the sound of wind and snow, Zhu Zheng heard him utter two words in a low voice.

"spiritualism."