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

After a night of poisoning, Zhu Zheng suddenly figured out a lot of things.

She was alone these days, and her only support was Rong Yan. So before she knew what Rong Yan was up to, she couldn't take the risk of making enemies with him just for a moment.

Since the Grand Tutor wanted to act, she had to accompany him, at least to get rid of the poison first.

So Zhu Zheng pretended to be heartless again and obediently followed Rong Yan into the carriage.

But she didn't expect that the place she was going to was the Chengxu Mountain that she saw through the window every day.

I never expected Chengxu Mountain was so far away.

The carriage traveled for a long time before reaching the foot of the mountain.

The rest of the road was blocked by thick snow and the carriage could not pass, so we had to rely on our own feet.

But Zhu Zheng's legs were not very reliable.

It had snowed heavily last night and the mountains were filled with cold fog. She looked up at Chengxu Mountain hidden in the fog, but could not see the top. It seemed out of reach.

God have mercy on us. Pulling a person who just died and came back to life to climb such a high mountain, is it true that he won’t die again?

"It's not a good day for hiking." She reasoned.

Rong Yan said nothing.

"My eyesight is not very good." She appealed to his emotions again.

Rong Yan still didn't speak.

"My Lord, are you tired of me being a burden and want to take me into the mountains and throw me away?" Zhu Zheng made up his mind and tried to provoke him, "In fact, just throw me here. I still can't run back to Shengjing."

Rong Yan's face finally showed some changes, and his handsome brows frowned.

"You misunderstand me a lot."

Can she be blamed for this? He always said half of what he said and hid the other half. She was not a worm in Rong Yan's stomach.

Zhu Zheng complained pointedly, "Your Excellency is very frugal with words, and I am a dumb girl, so misunderstandings are inevitable."

Rong Yan stared at her for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, he curled the corners of his lips slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Then let it be a misunderstanding. It may not be a bad thing."

Where there is misunderstanding there will be disputes, which can easily grow bigger and bigger and become an intractable deadlock. Zhu Zheng did not dare to agree with him and was shocked by his ridiculous reasoning. She was so shocked that she did not move for a long time.

Before she could figure out how to enlighten him, Rong Yan took out a small bag from the carriage and gave her a hand-warming stove.

"Come up." He squatted down.

"Ah?" Zhu Zheng was confused.

What does he mean?

She had always seen him being high and mighty, keeping strangers away, but now that he was being so humble, she didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Seeing Zhu Zheng didn't move, Rong Yan slowly straightened up, "Or do you prefer to be carried?"

Zhu Zheng was choked by the cold wind and took two steps back.

"I prefer to go on my own."

Rong Yan: "Just now you said that your eyesight is not working well."

"But your legs are nimble." Zhu Zheng turned around and ran two steps.

To die is to face and suffer.

I'm talking about Zhu Zheng.

She walked in the snow for a while, her body gradually became empty from the inside out, and her vision became dark. But she didn't want Rong Yan to look down on her, so she gritted her teeth and fought against the weakness that was gradually coming up.

Rong Yan took half a step away and followed closely behind her.

Two rows of footprints, one large and one small, meandered in the snow.

Zhu Zheng, wrapped in thick fox fur, walked with heavy steps. She began to pant after taking a dozen steps. She held onto a bamboo by the roadside and prepared to catch her breath. Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from behind her, reached under her knees, supported her waist, and easily picked her up.

"How long are you going to continue to be so stubborn?" Rong Yan looked at her with lowered eyebrows.

It really won't last long.

"Sir, are you really going to carry me up the mountain?" Zhu Zheng looked at the top of the mountain and kindly reminded, "You will not be able to carry me later, which will be very embarrassing."

Rong Yan leaned closer to her, "Miss, you underestimated me."

Zhu Zheng narrowed her eyes and said, "My Lord, please don't be too complacent."

I don’t know if this sentence challenged the dignity of the adults, but Rong Yan suddenly hugged her and spun around on the spot, as if to prove something.

Like swinging on a swing, the sound of the wind filled Zhu Zheng's ears.

"As light as a painting," he concluded.

Zhu Zheng didn't expect Rong Yan to be so childish. She held him for a long time and didn't dare to let go.

Seeing that she was hugging him tightly, Rong Yan held her waist and shook her up again.

Zhu Zheng realized for the first time what it meant to be manipulated, and couldn't help but speak out to stop him, "Sir, stop..."

Rong Yan withdrew his hand, "Aren't you happier this way?"

Zhu Zheng was puzzled, "Why should I be happy? It feels like a monkey trick."

Hearing her answer, Rong Yan was stunned.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at coaxing people." He whispered.

Zhu Zheng was speechless for a while, thinking, is this a way of coaxing people? What a classic way of coaxing, holding her up high as if she were a three-year-old child...

"No need to coax me, sir, let's go." She said sincerely.

Rong Yan said "hmm" and said nothing more.

The way up the mountain is very long and one has to walk step by step. Even if one is carried, it is exhausting. Unexpectedly, Zhu Zheng is the first one who can't stand it anymore.

Rong Yan considerately changed positions to allow her to adapt, carrying her on his back for a while, hugging her for a while, and then putting her down to walk symbolically for a while.

In the vast bamboo forest, snow fell on the heads and bodies of the two people. They leaned on each other and walked out of half the mountain.

In the end, Zhu Zheng discovered that carrying the baby on one's back was the most comfortable.

Rong Yan was a man of few words to begin with, and with Zhu Zheng on his back and not being able to see his pleasant face, the journey became rather boring.

Zhu Zheng's energy had not yet recovered, and soon she began to feel sleepy. "Will it be dark by the time we get up to the top?"

Rong Yan could sense her laziness and said, "If you feel sleepy, take a nap first."

Zhu Zheng nodded lazily, and reminded Rong Yan: "When you throw me away, remember to say goodbye to me."

Rong Yan sighed softly.

"I won't throw you away."

Along the way, Rong Yan walked steadily, his expression remained calm and composed.

Zhu Zheng was originally a monkey who loved to play and run, and had plenty of energy. This time she had to restrain her nature because of her injury. However, Rong Yan was a close minister of the emperor who lived a life of luxury all day long. Where did he get such a good physique?

"Sir..." She whispered in his ear.

"Ah."

“Do you ever feel helpless or scared?”

Rong Yan's chest vibrated, and a muffled voice came out, "Why do you ask?"

"Adults are always calm, as if they wouldn't be afraid even if the sky fell." She closed her eyes, half flattering and half sincere, "This is a sure thing. There is nothing in the world that adults can't do..."

As she finished speaking, the person on her back began to breathe more slowly. The cold wind blew her hair, touching the back of Rong Yan's hand, causing a subtle itch.

He turned his face and rubbed his chin against the top of her head slightly.

After a while, he seemed to finally remember to answer Zhu Zheng's questions.

"Yes." His voice was gentle and deep, "Of course."

I don’t know how long I slept, but Zhu Zheng felt a slight itch on the tip of her nose, and then her face was gently pinched.

"We're here." Rong Yan's voice sounded in his ears.

Zhu Zheng rubbed his eyes. They had reached the top of the mountain. What came into view was a dense and boundless purple bamboo forest. In the forest sat an ancient bluestone Taoist temple. The faint green smoke dissipated into the distant sky. The clouds and water were Zen-like, and the temple had flying eaves.

Did Master Taifu carry her to heaven?

Zhu Zheng was still in a daze. The doorman in front of the temple seemed to have seen them. He shouted something and called a group of young men in blue robes, who came running over noisily and surrounded the two of them.

"Big Brother!"

"Elder brother is back!"

"Go and call the master! The living senior brother is back!"

Loud shouts came from the crowd, startling a group of white cranes to fly up from the bamboo forest. The silent mountains suddenly became lively.

Before Zhu Zheng could react to what was happening, an old man with a white beard appeared at the entrance of the Taoist temple. He was wearing a purple robe with cloud patterns and was hurriedly heading there, surrounded by a group of young disciples.

"Xiao Zheng'er!" he shouted from a distance.

And the name he called was actually Zhu Zheng's.

Zhu Zheng stared blankly at him as he rushed over to her. His face, which looked like Maitreya Buddha, was full of smiles. "Finally I see you!"