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

Zhu Zheng was stumped by the question.

Seeing that she was in a daze for a long time without replying, Chong Hongzi laughed twice, "Hahaha," "Of course you have to be willing, otherwise, just pretend that I never mentioned it."

"Of course I am willing." Zhu Zheng said quickly, "But..."

But it's not enough just because she is willing.

"Master, please wait here for me. I'll be back soon." Zhu Zheng left this sentence and turned around and ran out of the memorial hall like the wind.

She ran all the way back to the bamboo hut. The door of the room where she lived was wide open. She ran in excitedly, but saw no one. There was only a bowl of medicinal soup on the table, emitting wisps of almost invisible heat.

Zhu Zheng immediately turned around and ran to the pharmacy, but there was no one there.

She was lost for a moment and wandered around Yutian Temple like a headless fly for a few times, and finally met a disciple who was sweeping the floor.

"Have you met your senior brother?" Zhu Zheng asked.

"Yes, I came here in a hurry just now, and I saw him walking towards the gate."

Rong Yan is going out? Is there something urgent?

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng immediately chased in the direction of the temple gate. Outside the gate was a bamboo path leading up the mountain. The long path was shaded by drooping dark bamboos and disappeared among the mountains and fields at the end. There was no one in sight.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Zhu Zheng ran a lap and was quite out of breath.

But Master Chonghong was still waiting for her reply in the Memorial Hall. Even if Rong Yan had to go out to do something, he should not have been away for long and could still catch up with her.

Zhu Zheng took a deep breath and was about to chase after him along the bamboo path when her wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind and she was pulled hard into a chest that was surrounded by a cold fragrance.

My ears were instantly filled with the sound of deep and powerful heartbeats.

Zhu Zheng subconsciously looked up and saw a pair of eyes like a distant moon, reflecting a small reflection of her.

She was already very familiar with this pair of eyes, but she didn't know why when she saw them today, she suddenly felt her heart go out of control for a moment and felt a little nervous.

Before she could calm down, Zhu Zheng had no time to care about what was going on. He held her arms so tightly that she even had difficulty turning around in his arms.

"My Lord... cough..."

...Please don't strangle me.

Rong Yan's arms loosened slightly, but he did not let go of her completely. He still held her wrist tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Zhu Zheng was completely confused, not knowing how Rong Yan had dropped from the sky. She looked around and asked, "Where did you come back from, sir? Aren't you going down the mountain?"

"Me?" A hoarse voice sounded in her ears, as if it was also full of fog, "I thought you..."

Zhu Zheng:?

What is she?

He didn't finish his words, so Zhu Zheng had to look up at him. There was a slight flicker in Rong Yan's eyes, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, ripples spread out for a moment, and soon returned to the calm silence.

"Where have you been?" When he spoke again, it was the voice she was most familiar with.

She had been with Rong Yan for some time, and he had never asked her about her past, but she knew too much for various reasons, which was neither right nor fair.

If past events that you don't want to talk about are known by irrelevant people, there will probably be some resentment in your heart.

Zhu Zheng thought for a moment and evaded the question casually, "I felt uncomfortable lying down, so I went out for a walk."

Unfortunately, the excuse was not successful.

Rong Yan asked inquiringly, "Where did you go?"

Zhu Zheng: "Uh, by the Yingyue Pond."

Rong Yan: "I've been there, you weren't there."

It's so unlucky. The temple is so big, why did he choose a place he has been to?

There was a big difference in the size of the two men. Zhu Zheng was held tightly and could not stand straight, with half of his body leaning on him.

Rong Yan lowered his eyes, and although there was no expression on his face, this posture inevitably gave off a hint of intent to capture someone on the spot.

Zhu Zheng had no choice but to continue answering: "Maybe I just happened to come back when the adults left..."

"Yeah." Rong Yan believed it.

He actually believed it.

Zhu Zheng sometimes couldn't figure out whether Rong Yan was easy to fool or not. He was always the most difficult to deal with when she was trying hard to deal with him, and he suddenly stopped being serious when he was being perfunctory and heartless.

There was a lot of thin snow accumulated on the bamboos far away from the temple gate. The sun was shining brightly today, and the bamboo leaves were rustling in the sun, making a slight dripping sound, just like a slow rain.

Zhu Zheng heard the sound and turned her head to look to the side.

Rong Yan followed her gaze and looked to the side, "Do you want to walk more?"

Zhu Zheng shook her head, "I'm not leaving."

After running a full circle around the Taoist temple, she was already tired.

Rong Yan embraced her and turned around, "Then go back and rest."

Zhu Zheng took two steps and suddenly remembered why she needed to take a break. After being interrupted by him, she almost forgot the reason why she came to see him.

"Sir!" Zhu Zheng pulled him back, "Sir, I have a question for you."

Rong Yan paused, "What?"

The long path was a slope going down a mountain. Zhu Zheng stood at the lower end. Her height, which was not an advantage to begin with, made her even shorter than the others. In order to hear him clearly, she had to lean closer.

"Um..." Zhu Zheng was a little nervous, her heart pounding, and she asked carefully, "Can I be your junior sister?"

Rong Yan's eyes moved from her eyebrows to her jaw, then he paused and asked in a low voice.

"……How to do it?"

Zhu Zheng half-closed her eyes due to the blinding sunlight and said with her face raised, "Master Chonghong said he wants to take me as his disciple."

"Why?" Rong Yan's eyes were calm, like a peaceful lake.

Zhu Zheng: “…”

Yes, she was so excited that she forgot to ask why, or even think about why.

She had no relationship with Master Chong Hongzi, and it had only been a few days since she came up the mountain. Where in the world could one find such a cheap master?

Zhu Zheng thought about it carefully from all aspects, but couldn't come up with a good "why" to answer him.

Because she didn't understand this principle, coupled with Rong Yan's slightly distant attitude, her hot heart felt a little cold.

Zhu Zheng clenched his fist and unclenched it, "Forget it, forget it."

Rong Yan saw her disappointment and asked, "Why do you want to let it go again?"

Zhu Zheng answered honestly: "Because the adults seem reluctant..."

"Why should I just let it go if I'm not willing?" Rong Yan frowned, "What if I am willing? Will you stay here for me?"

Zhu Zheng was a little confused about what they were arguing about, and muttered, "Why do you have so many whys?"

Rong Yan's compelling gaze pressed down on her head, but his voice was very soft, "Zhu Zheng, don't do this for me."

After a pause, he added, "Don't always try to please others."

A few melodious bird calls came from the bamboo forest, along with Rong Yan's soft and deep voice, and penetrated into Zhu Zheng's ears.

She felt as if she was lost in a fog, but suddenly she realized the answer in the fog.

She was not comfortable when she was young, and every word and action had to be proper and in accordance with the rules. She always restrained her temper in order to avoid mistakes, or deliberately flattered others in order to avoid punishment.

This is why she doesn't like rules. She follows the rules to please others, and almost no one cares whether she is happy or not.

Fortunately, she herself has learned not to care. Anyway, these empty words such as happiness, joy, happiness and satisfaction are not important things... It's not like she can't live without them.

But today is different.

Although she knew that since Master Chong Hongzi had proposed it, it would be best if she agreed, she never had the slightest thought of going along with the situation.

Everyone in Yutian Temple is very nice. Compared with the treacherous Shengjing, it is like a dream of paradise.

She never thought that she would be connected to this dream of paradise, let alone become a part of it.

When she was looking for Rong Yan just now, she was running on the road, the wind whistling in her ears, her heart was hot, and her heart was full of excitement and anticipation.

"It's not for others..." Zhu Zheng said in a low voice.

"Why is that?" Rong Yan asked in a low voice.

"Because I like it here."

Rong Yan was slightly stunned, his brows relaxed, and he finally stopped asking him those annoying questions about why he did what he did.

A gust of wind blew up at their feet, shaking the bamboo forest like a comb. The sunlight was cut into small round spots by the bamboo leaves, and reflected on the two people like broken jade and floating gold.

His fingertips pressed against my wrist, and I felt a slight tickle as he pressed lightly and heavily. The two of them stood so close that I could hear his slightly heavy breathing clearly.

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

Rong Yan paused, "No."

Zhu Zheng: "If you don't have any, why don't you say anything? What do you think?"

If it weren't for Rong Yan, she wouldn't have come here at all, so she must ask his wishes before becoming a disciple. She thought she was very polite, but Rong Yan always lost his mind at critical moments, which made her feel uneasy and couldn't put her mind at ease.

"Okay." Rong Yan finally gave her an answer.

Just one word: good.

What does this ambiguous “good” mean?

"So," Zhu Zheng had to confirm again, "Does the Master agree?"

Rong Yan said "hmm", held her hand tightly and walked towards the gate.

"Go back and prepare for the ceremony."

"what?"

There's a ceremony? No one told her there's a ceremony?

….Didn’t she just say something to Master Chong Hongzi, and that meant she had completed her worship of the master?