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

"Master Chongming..." Ji Ying paused and said with regret, "He passed away a long time ago."

Zhu Zheng was stunned. She didn't expect to get such an answer.

"Master uncle only accepted one disciple, my senior brother, in his entire life." Ji Ying hung her head. "Ten years ago, it was because Master uncle passed away unexpectedly that my senior brother left the mountain."

It turns out there is such a hidden story.

"What's the accident?" Zhu Zheng asked.

"I was still young at that time, so I don't remember it very clearly." Ji Ying hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice, "It is said that it was because of the change of fate that she was punished by heaven..."

"Jiying, shut up!"

Li Shu suddenly spoke up, interrupting Ji Ying's words.

Zhu Zheng didn't know the reason, she just asked casually, without any intention of embarrassment, so she could only apologize, "Don't blame Master Jiying, I was too nosy."

Li Shu certainly knew who to blame, and Liangliang glanced at her, "You are an outsider."

Zhu Zheng embarrassedly touched the tip of his nose.

"What are you talking about!" Ji Ying's face flushed, "Miss Zheng, he didn't mean that, don't take it to heart."

Zhu Zheng shook her head. It was hard to say whether she would take it to heart or not. It was just the fact.

The two argued for a few sentences, and Ji Ying pulled Li Shu away and started whispering.

They didn't even walk far away, as if they all felt that if they lowered their heads or turned around, she wouldn't be able to hear them as long as they couldn't see her.

Zhu Zheng didn't know whether to leave or stay, and she couldn't cover her ears and ignore it, so she could only stand there in a daze, looking up at the sky and the ground.

Li Shu suddenly said in a loud voice, "That also has to wait until we get married."

Is anyone getting married? Can one get married while practicing in the monastery?

As I was thinking about this, I heard Ji Ying scold, "You idiot."

After saying this, he realized that he had violated the verbal commandment and slapped his mouth, "I'll just piss you off to death!"

Li Shu's behavior made Ji Ying feel guilty and embarrassed. He complained dozens of times for not treating the guest well. Only after Zhu Zheng's repeated consolation did he leave, feeling half guilty and half annoyed.

The wing room is very clean, with simple and quaint furnishings, and it exudes a faint scent of sandalwood, which is very refreshing and pleasant.

Zhu Zheng felt a little tired after today's long journey. She lay on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to close her eyes.

It seems like something is missing.

I stayed awake until the moon was at its highest point in the sky. Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings in the yard, and the little snow swan cooed twice.

Zhu Zheng tiptoed off the couch and put her ear to the door to listen to the noise outside.

The snow swans soon stopped calling, and amid the faint chirping of insects, there seemed to be the sound of very light footsteps.

The footsteps slowly approached and finally stopped in front of her door.

The moonlight outside was very bright, and a vague shadow fell on the white gauze window silk. Zhu Zheng's heart began to beat inexplicably, and she asked tentatively.

"Sir? Is that you?"

A familiar voice sounded outside the door, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep." Zhu Zheng said honestly.

Through the door, Rong Yan's voice was very soft, "Why?"

This question made Zhu Zheng stunned for a moment. She had never thought about why she couldn't sleep before, but when she heard his voice, an answer suddenly popped up in her mind.

Because he hasn't come back yet.

Zhu Zheng realized what she was waiting for and felt a little helpless. She almost forgot that he couldn't see her panic at all, and asked in a way that made it even more obvious, "What's the matter, sir?"

There was silence outside the door for a while, "...No."

If nothing is wrong, there is no reason to open the door.

Zhu Zheng stared at Rong Yan's shadow, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the carvings on the door, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"Go to bed early." Rong Yan moved his steps, as if ready to leave.

"Where are you staying tonight, sir?" Zhu Zheng asked hurriedly.

I heard from Ji Ying that they all live in the disciples' dormitories. Seeing how carefully they take care of them today, Rong Yan's room must have been kept exactly as it is. I wonder if it's far from here.

"The room next to you." Rong Yan gave her the answer.

Zhu Zheng was quite surprised, but secretly excited. After all, she only knew Rong Yan in this strange place, and being closer to him made her feel more at ease.

"I will go to morning class tomorrow morning. You can sleep a little longer. I will call you for breakfast at noon." Rong Yan instructed.

"What morning class?"

"According to the rules of the temple, there is a Taoist class in the morning."

Since it is a rule, Zhu Zheng became interested, "Can I go and listen?"

Rong Yan paused, "Then I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhu Zheng responded.

After this agreement was made, it seemed like a conclusion, but Rong Yan had no intention of leaving.

His outline was traced on the window silk, motionless, like an ink painting.

Zhu Zheng didn't move either, she lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the carvings.

"Zhu Zheng." He suddenly called her.

Zhu Zheng felt empty inside, "Hmm?"

Rong Yan paused for a moment, and Wen Chen's voice floated into the door, "Have a sweet dream."

"Same here, sir." Zhu Zheng pursed her lips, "See you tomorrow morning."

*

As dawn broke in the sky, the bell in Yutian Temple rang three times.

Zhu Zheng squatted at the door for a long time. When he heard a light knock on the door, he immediately opened it.

Rong Yan's hands were still raised in the air, with a look of surprise on his face, "Why are you up so early?"

Zhu Zheng felt a little embarrassed. The plan should have asked him to knock a few more times, but unfortunately he lost his patience.

"I can't wait to go to morning class."

Rong Yan nodded. Because he had to attend class, he was wearing a disciple's uniform today. It was a moon-white robe with a bamboo pattern, with only a circle of fine silver thread edges around the collar and cuffs.

The morning light shone obliquely on him, as if illuminating a jade statue of a gentleman.

"This dress suits you very well." Zhu Zheng looked at it for a while and commented sincerely, "The simpler it is, the more extraordinary it is."

Rong Yan was stunned for a moment, and coughed unnaturally, "Let's go have breakfast first."

There were long wooden tables in the dining room. The disciples of Yutian Temple had already taken their seats, and the huge hall was silent.

When Rong Yan led Zhu Zheng in, a row of dark heads all raised their heads.

"Good morning, Senior Brother! Good morning, Miss Zheng!" Ji Ying stood up suddenly from the crowd, "Miss Zheng, come and sit next to me!"

Rong Yan glanced at him and said, "Eat quietly."

Ji Ying's wish was dashed. Rong Yan took Zhu Zheng to sit in an empty seat by the window and brought her a vegetarian meal.

The plates and bowls contained shortbread and white porridge, which looked very light and delicious.

Zhu Zheng felt better and her appetite also recovered a lot.

No one knew what was put into the shortbread, but it was so crispy and tempting that Zhu Zheng finished two in one go and still wasn't satisfied, so she took a third one to eat.

Just when she had eaten half of it, she felt a little thirsty, so she picked up the porridge and took a sip. Unexpectedly, the simple white porridge was cooked so soft, sticky and sweet that she simply drank it all in one breath.

This drink was incredible. Zhu Zheng found that her stomach was full without any warning.

She held the remaining half of the pancake in her hand and looked around.

Most of the disciples who were concentrating on eating had almost finished eating. No one had anything left. All the plates and bowls were empty.

What’s even more terrible is that there is a huge calligraphy hanging on the pillar in the middle of the room.

"Every grain of rice is hard-earned, and the wind and rain last for 300 days."

Zhu Zheng saw it when she entered the room, but she didn't expect that her belly was so disappointing. She really let down the three hundred days and nights of a shortbread.

She refused to give up and took two more bites until she couldn't swallow any more. She hung her head in helplessness.

Rong Yan's plate was also empty. He suddenly reached out, took the half cake from Zhu Zheng, and started eating it naturally.

The room was still quiet.

Yu Guangzhong and Ji Ying seemed to stir Li Shu, and he looked up at him, and then more and more people looked up at him.

Surprised faces appeared one after another, as if they were seeing the rumored eldest brother eating human grains for the first time.

Zhu Zheng swallowed, but she wasn't really shocked. After all, this wasn't the first time she saw Rong Yan behave like this.

When she lived in the villa a while ago, whenever she couldn't eat, she would just frown and Rong Yan would eat the rest.

Perhaps he just couldn't stand wasting food. Zhu Zheng respected his habit very much, but his fellow disciples didn't seem to be aware of this advantage of their senior brother.

Zhu Zheng could only force a smile at everyone.

The expressions of the crowd were even more interesting. Some, like Ji Ying, smiled at her, some, like Li Shu, frowned, and many more were whispering to each other.

"Morning class will start in half an hour." Rong Yan said softly, without even raising his head, "After you finish eating, go to the lecture hall."