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

The lecture hall for morning classes has wide windows on four sides and is adjacent to a small pond on the north side. The sunlight shining on the rippling water looks like shimmering fish scales.

While Zhu Zheng was looking at the scenery, Rong Yan disappeared.

“Miss Zheng!” Ji Ying, who was sitting in the first row, waved again, holding a bamboo chair in her arms, “Come quickly, I’ve saved a good seat for you!”

The word "for" seemed like a kind invitation that was hard to refuse. Zhu Zheng hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down next to him.

It was indeed a perfect location. The breeze blew through the hallway from the windows on both sides, and it was facing the desk above. When Master Chonghong came later, maybe I would be able to count how many hairs on his beard.

Seeing Zhu Zheng looking around after she sat down, Ji Ying said considerately, "Don't worry, I've already chased Li Shu to the back."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng turned around and saw a dark shadow hiding in the corner, looking at them with a resentful look on his face.

She smiled helplessly and looked around to see where someone had gone.

This person is certainly not Li Shu.

Ji Ying's desk was piled high with more than a dozen bamboo scrolls stacked together. It was obvious that he was a hard-working and diligent student.

Next to the pile of bamboo slips, there was a bamboo flute that looked very familiar.

Seeing Zhu Zheng looking at it for several times, Ji Ying quickly picked up the flute from the table and handed it to her, "Miss Zheng, have you seen this flute?"

An ordinary purple bamboo flute with only a simple fish pattern carved on the tail.

"I have seen it." Zhu Zheng nodded, "It's the same as your senior brother's."

The materials and lengths are exactly the same, and even the patterns are the same. The only difference is that this one is slightly newer.

"So you've seen Senior Brother before." Ji Ying seemed a little disappointed. "This is Senior Brother's flute. Each of ours is made in imitation of his."

everyone?

Zhu Zheng caught this word and paid close attention to everyone. Sure enough, she saw that everyone had the same bamboo flute on their waist.

Could it be that he really loves this senior brother so much that he deliberately imitated him?

But except for that time on a snowy night, Rong Yan rarely took out this flute. How come they always wear it on them?

Zhu Zheng had a bunch of questions in her mind and asked Ji Ying, "Why are you..."

"Senior brother is here!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

The lecture hall quickly became quiet. Rong Yan walked in with a scroll of scriptures in his hand and stood beside the three-foot desk facing Zhu Zheng.

Zhu Zheng opened her eyes slightly.

Why didn't anyone tell her that Rong Yan was not here to attend the class, but to give the lecture.

Of course, the others were not as shocked as Zhu Zheng. They all looked as if they had been expecting something for a long time. Seeing Zhu Zheng in a daze, Ji Ying whispered an explanation.

"In the past, it was the eldest brother who gave the morning lessons. After the eldest brother went down the mountain, the master couldn't get up in the morning, and often worked for three days and rested for two days."

"Good morning, everyone." Rong Yan looked around, "Today we will talk about the third volume of the Bailan Sutra, Tianheng."

The sound of flipping pages was heard, and Rong Yan's eyes briefly passed over Zhu Zheng. He took a step closer and placed the scriptures in his hand on Zhu Zheng's empty desk.

She was unconsciously nervous and straightened her back silently.

Apart from what her sister taught her, Zhu Zheng had only attended girls' schools.

When she was sent by her grandmother, she was just over five years old. She was the youngest among her peers, and because of the reputation of the Zhu family, she was inevitably excluded. She was not interested in most of the courses in the women's school, so she did not learn very well. The teachers liked to judge people by their appearance, so Zhu Zheng naturally did not get a good response.

During the years in school, she couldn't remember how much useful things she learned, but she developed a fear of the teacher.

"Tian Heng Volume, self-discipline and self-cultivation." Rong Yan spoke slowly, "In ancient times, those who knew the truth followed the laws of yin and yang, were in harmony with the art of numbers, ate and drank in moderation, and had regular daily routines. Therefore, the sages did nothing, enjoyed the ability to be tranquil, followed their desires and satisfied their wills by guarding the void, so their lifespans were infinite and ended with heaven and earth. This is how the sages governed their bodies."

His voice was naturally warm and deep, and when he read the scriptures he pronounced each word lightly, like the sound of a clear mountain stream flowing, so moving and touching.

Zhu Zheng listened very seriously. It turned out that in addition to female virtues and husband's responsibility, these were the principles taught in schools outside.

The characters on the bamboo slips are elegant and graceful, and it can be seen that they have been properly stored, and there is a pleasant bamboo and wood fragrance.

Because he gave the scriptures to Zhu Zheng, Rong Yanxu would come back to her side from time to time, and his fingertips would lightly stroke the line he was talking about, leaving a faint scent of cold plum blossoms.

Behind the morning class is a wide window, through which the sky and snow on the mountains in the distance complement each other, and the moon-white uniforms of the disciples shine with silver light.

A light breeze blew through the hall. The disciple's clothes were made of thin material, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind. The sun shone obliquely, and a layer of white and bright halo enveloped him.

Zhu Zheng was so absorbed in watching that she suddenly recalled the cranes that Rong Yan had painted on the bluestone slabs.

She has a fairy-like figure and is handsome and extraordinary.

The sound of wind blew past her ears. She stared at the vague silhouette reflected in the image. Suddenly, she had an illusion that Rong Yan was about to flap his wings and ascend to heaven, and she would never see him again...

"Zhu Zheng?"

Someone called her from a distance.

"...Miss Zheng?"

The voice suddenly became much closer. Zhu Zheng turned around and saw Ji Ying's face winking wildly.

She stood up suddenly, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't fall asleep!"

"Brother, I can testify!" Ji Ying also stood up, "She was just fascinated by you! She really wasn't asleep!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd behind me.

Zhu Zheng's face turned red in an instant, and she lowered her head, wishing she could crawl under the table.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes and stared at the top of Zhu Zheng's head, "Are you tired of listening?"

Zhu Zheng shook her head and said with a red face, "Master, what you said was so good, I was just mesmerized by it."

Rong Yan stepped off the stage and walked straight to her.

She nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes, and suddenly saw him raise his hand. The slightly cool back of his hand covered her forehead, and then left immediately.

The movement was swift and natural, so natural that Zhu Zheng had no time to react and dodge.

The eyes of everyone in the hall met, paused for a moment, and then immediately looked at the books and paintings, the doors and windows, the tables and chairs, and then got busy.

“Copy the Water Path Sutra at the end of Volume 3.” Rong Yan suddenly said.

Zhu Zheng flipped through a few pages of the scriptures in her hand, but before she found the end of the third volume, her arm was grabbed by Rong Yan.

"go back."

Zhu Zheng held the scriptures tightly and refused to let go. Was she regretting agreeing to let her audit the class and was going to expel her from the class?

Zhu Zheng was reluctant and put up a little resistance, but Rong Yan simply pulled her arm and dragged her out the door.

"Sir, I didn't mean to be distracted." Zhu Zheng tried to make amends after the loss.

Rong Yan didn't respond. He leaned over and picked her up horizontally, his face looking frighteningly serious.

Without saying a word, he strode quickly and carried Zhu Zheng back to the bamboo hut. As soon as he entered the room, he pushed her directly onto the couch.

"Do you know you have a fever?" he asked calmly.

Seeing his serious tone, Zhu Zheng felt as if she had done something wrong. She pursed her lips and sincerely admitted her fault, "I don't know..."

No wonder she felt cold from time to time. She thought she wasn’t wearing enough clothes.

"Lie down." Rong Yan frowned, "Wait for me to come back."

After a while, Rong Yan came back with the bowl of medicine.

Zhu Zheng did not dare to delay and drank the medicine obediently. Rong Yan stuffed a sugar ball into her mouth as usual, but his frown did not relax at all.

She wiped the cold sweat from her head and said, "I'm sorry."

Rong Yan frowned even deeper, "Why apologize?"

"Because the adults seem angry." She was honest and dutiful.

Although Zhu Zheng still didn't understand the situation, based on past experience, being obedient and showing weakness always worked on him, so she might as well give it a try.

Unexpectedly, Rong Yan didn't respond this time, and asked instead, "Why do you think I'm angry?"

"Because..." Zhu Zheng was confused by the question, "I delayed the adults' important business?"

"Business?" Rong Yan's eyes were dark and unclear, and then he asked, "What is my business?"

"Aren't we having morning classes?" Zhu Zheng's voice got lower and lower.

"..." Rong Yan was silent.

He fell silent and was not going to continue talking. Zhu Zheng suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Can I change my answer?" She raised two fingers. "Master Chonghong mentioned that he was waiting for you to take me up the mountain, so I guessed that you had two things to do. One was to go home and the other was to help me detoxify. But you didn't continue, so I can't guess much."

"You have to wait until the full moon to detoxify." Rong Yan slowed down his voice and gathered Zhu Zheng's scattered hair back to her ears, "Don't be impatient."

"I'll be there with you." Rong Yan added, "Don't be afraid."

Where is that? What are you afraid of?

Isn't detoxification just a matter of putting a magic pill in your mouth? Is there some terrible solution that she doesn't know about?

Seeing his serious expression, Zhu Zheng felt very nervous, "Sir, how do we cure this poison?"

Rong Yan didn't answer. Zhu Zheng looked at him and suddenly remembered the way he said "no need to know" that day. It was the same expression on his face.

So she quickly changed the way she asked, "Will detoxification be painful?"

"meeting."

He was quite straightforward, without any kind embellishment.

After hearing this unconditional answer, Zhu Zheng felt relieved.

Let it hurt, she is quite experienced with this old friend. When she was poisoned, she almost had her heart pierced. Is she afraid that she can't bear the pain of detoxification?

The poison is silent and the detoxification requires waiting for a full moon. It is so strange and overbearing throughout the whole process that I am afraid it cannot be solved by ordinary people.

Thinking of this, she looked up at Rong Yan and sighed sincerely, "Luckily, you are here, so I was able to save my life. Maybe I will have a chance to live a long life."

Rong Yan's brows were still furrowed, and his sparkling eyes stayed on Zhu Zheng's face like the surface of a windless lake.

"Give me the eight characters later."

Zhu Zheng was stunned. "To detoxify, do we need to use the eight characters?"

Rong Yan lowered his eyelashes, "Yeah."