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

Although she didn't know why he suddenly asked this, Zhu Zheng did not forget her original intention of wanting to make the Grand Tutor happy, so she quickly put on a smile.

"Okay!"

Rong Yan's eyes flickered and he stared at Zhu Zheng without blinking.

"Let's stay here and build snowmen and eat snowflakes every day. It is said that people who live in cold places will live longer." Zhu Zheng said seriously, "Sir, have you heard of this?"

Rong Yan took a long while to answer, "I haven't heard of it."

"I saw it in the General History of Northern Frontier, and I don't know if it's true or not." Zhu Zheng thought for a moment and asked the suspicious Northern Frontier man in front of him for confirmation, "Do you think the Northern Frontier people wrote it randomly to trick people into coming?"

"..."

Rong Yan pondered in silence, slowly stood up, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to be happy about being coaxed. Zhu Zheng is puzzled. She clearly felt that he was expecting a positive answer just now, so why is he not happy even if she agrees with him?

Could it be that this is actually a test to see if she still cares about Shengjing?

"Sir?" Zhu Zheng called him tentatively and said bluntly, "Please give me a clear answer. Do you want me to say yes or no?"

Rong Yan raised his lips in a helpless arc, and suddenly reached out and tapped her forehead.

"Hey..." Zhu Zheng felt pain.

"Let's go." Rong Yan turned around and motioned Zhu Zheng to follow.

This time they went outside the villa.

The location was naturally chosen by Rong Yan, after all, Zhu Zheng was unfamiliar with the place.

Different from the snow that fell on the green tiles in Shengjing, the snow on Chengxu Mountain was overbearing and brutal, covering the entire sky and earth with vast and magnificent white, which seemed to have no boundaries.

We walked and stopped along the way, skied and played on the ice, and finally arrived at a bridge pavilion.

Standing in the bridge pavilion and looking north, you can see a cliff connecting the mountains, which is majestic and breathtaking in the endless snow.

Man standing in the middle is like an insignificant dot of ink, so small that all worries and pains are insignificant.

There stands an old pine tree on the edge of the cliff, hung with colorful hemp ropes. When the wind blows, the ropes are filled to the brim and form colorful waves.

"Why are there so many colorful ropes hanging?" Zhu Zheng was curious.

"This is called the Bridge of All Living Things." Rong Yan explained, "In the legend of Chengxu Mountain, the mountain god regards all living things as his subjects. The people of Northern Xinjiang have always regarded this place as a sacred mountain and often tie ropes here to make wishes."

"Is that so?" Zhu Zheng looked towards the silent cliff pine, with countless heavy wishes flying in the wind and snow.

When facing a magnificent scene, people can't help but feel ashamed. When taking in the vastness of the world, it is almost instinctive to make a wish based on the scenery.

Under the bridge pavilion, a man in purple and a beautiful woman in white stood facing each other. The wind blew up the floating snow on the eaves and wet their hair.

Rong Yan took Zhu Zheng's hand and handed her a similar five-colored rope.

Zhu Zheng didn't answer, "May I ask, sir?"

Rong Yan: "This is prepared for you."

"I don't need it." Zhu Zheng shook her head, "I never make a wish."

Rong Yan: "Why?"

"If I make a wish, God will know what I care about most, and it will be taken away in the end."

Zhu Zheng faced Rong Yan and looked up at him. The north wind blew the white rabbit fur on her hat askew, covering half of her smiling face.

She is always smiling, her eyes are smiling, her mouth is smiling, she smiles when she is happy, and she forces a smile when she is unhappy.

It seems that as long as I do this, I won’t be sad anymore.

Rong Yan looked at her steadily for a while, then suddenly let go of her hand. The wind carried the thin colorful rope and flew into the cliff valley.

Zhu Zheng was stunned for a moment, "My Lord, don't you have any wishes either?"

Under the vast mountains, Rong Yan looked into the distance calmly, "Yes."

Zhu Zheng: "Then why don't you try it?"

Rong Yan looked over. The sunlight against the snow was a little dazzling. He half-closed his eyes, and his expression seemed a little lazy.

"If you don't come, you won't get it. If you come, you won't need to ask for it."

It seems that the two of them are surprisingly consistent on this matter, except that one is passive and the other is clear-headed.

Since neither of them was prepared to tie a rope and make a wish, they went down the bridge pavilion. Below the pavilion was a small stream with gurgling water that flowed through the snowfield with white hot steam.

Zhu Zheng leaned over and put his hand into the water, and said in surprise, "Sir, the water here is actually hot!"

Rong Yan also squatted down and supported her waist to prevent her from falling into the stream. "There is a hot spring on the top of the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng became excited and her eyes widened.

Rong Yan seemed to see what she was planning, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Unfortunately, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month is the dry season. If you want to take a bath, you have to climb to the top of the mountain."

"December?" Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, catching the key point that flashed in Rong Yan's words.

The faint smile on Rong Yan's face gradually disappeared, until the corners of his lips tightened and his expression became serious again.

Zhu Zheng was not sure if she had heard correctly, so she asked, "Is it the twelfth lunar month now?"

"Yes." Rong Yan nodded.

"So I slept for five months after being shot by an arrow?" Zhu Zheng felt as if struck by lightning. Generally, arrow wounds cause blood loss and coma for ten days, which is beyond recovery. Since she was able to wake up, she thought that only more than a month had passed since the autumn hunt.

It’s actually been five months, and it’s winter in Shengjing too.

Zhu Zheng couldn't believe it. "Why didn't you tell me about this, sir?"

Zhu Zheng realized that her tone was somewhat accusatory. She calmed herself down and added, "Of course, I don't mean to blame you, sir. You've been working too hard for me, so you must have forgotten to tell me..."

Rong Yan looked at her, his pupils reflected the rippling light on the water, his eyes dim and unclear.

"I haven't forgotten." He said calmly, "I never intended to tell you."

"Why?!" Zhu Zheng finally lost her composure.

Rong Yan seemed unwilling to say more, and turned around and said, "It's time to go back."

"Sir!" Zhu Zheng shouted, and stood up anxiously to chase him.

The damn snow blindness just happened to strike at this moment.

The scene in front of her eyes suddenly darkened. Zhu Zheng didn't know what she stepped on. Her feet suddenly felt empty and she fell down.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already evening. She didn't know how she got back to the villa and lay on the couch that she was so familiar with.

Soon, a very familiar face came before my eyes.

"Zhu Zheng."

Before she could respond, Rong Yan grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse, then asked, "How long have you been having blurred vision?"

Zhu Zheng was confused by his question and answered honestly, "I couldn't see clearly the last time I went out."

Rong Yan's face darkened: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhu Zheng had always thought that I was suffering from snow blindness. Now, after hearing Rong Yan's question, she couldn't help but feel suspicious: "Did the adults know that I would have blurred vision?"

Outside the window, the cold wind was rustling and the snow was raging.

Rong Yan tightened his grip on her hand and remained silent for a long time.

During this long silence, Zhu Zheng's heart was hanging in the air, gradually becoming cold.

The laissez-faire interactions during the past few days had made her trust Rong Yan almost defenseless. But now she discovered that he was hiding a lot of things. Everything around her seemed like a dream he had carefully woven. She was foolishly intoxicated by it and never thought about what was true and what was false.

"What else did you hide from me, sir?" Zhu Zheng asked.

Rong Yan's avoidance was too obvious. She waited for a while and couldn't help but smiled.

"If Master Taifu doesn't want to talk, I'll go to sleep first."

Rong Yan refused to leave. He held Zhu Zheng's wrist and looked straight at her face, enduring her increasingly cold gaze.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and finally spoke.

"That arrow is poisoned."