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

The river flows far and the journey is long.

The red silk gauze with silk flowers loosened and tightened between the pair of beautiful people in red clothes, swaying slowly and unsteadily.

Although the stone steps don't look very steep, they are covered with a layer of mist, so you have to be very careful when walking on them.

Zhu Zheng just wanted to get up quickly, but he almost fell down because of his strong momentum.

Fortunately, her hands were held, preventing her from rolling down the mountain in public.

"Carry me and go." Rong Yan held her arm and said in a calm voice.

"Absolutely not!" Zhu Zheng was shocked by his shocking proposal.

All her fellow disciples were watching at the foot of the mountain. Someone was leading the way so they could "climb together". It would be inappropriate for her to be carried up there.

"I am in good health, so let's go up there respectfully."

Zhu Zheng said this with great ambition and was about to let go and continue climbing the stairs, but Rong Yan stood there without moving.

Zhu Zheng turned around and asked, "Sir?"

Rong Yan: "Hold it, I feel more at ease."

Zhu Zheng: “This is not quite…”

Rong Yan: "Otherwise, just carry me and go."

"Just hold your hand, it's better to hold your hand." Zhu Zheng compromised, "I'll hold your hand, sir."

Zhu Zheng took her hand away and loosely held his wrist, then covered both of their hands with a red silk gauze with silk flowers. This way, on the one hand, she didn't have to be on guard against falling down all the time, and on the other hand, if someone with good eyesight saw it at the foot of the mountain, they would not think there was anything unusual.

It’s really a good idea.

Zhu Zheng continued to walk forward happily, the moist wind blowing on her face bringing a cool feeling. This journey to become an apprentice was really too long.

Being tired is not a big deal. The main thing is that the journey is a bit boring. Just as I was thinking this, a porcelain bottle was stuffed into my hand.

She looked down and saw that it was the bottle of sugar balls that Rong Yan always kept.

Why is he carrying this today? Zhu Zheng held it in her hand, not knowing how to react.

Rong Yan looked at her and said, "Don't you want to eat anymore?"

"No, sir, how can we eat this now?" Zhu Zheng said helplessly, "We are doing business."

Rong Yan calmly comforted her, "The initiation ceremony is just a formality. Uncle Master will accept you no matter what. Don't be nervous or restrained."

Zhu Zheng: "But isn't the adult also very nervous?"

The sound of water was a little loud, Rong Yan didn't hear it clearly, "What?"

Zhu Zheng placed her fingertips close to his wrist, pinched his pulse and pressed down.

"Your pulse is beating very fast. Are you very nervous?"

It turns out that people like him can also be nervous.

Zhu Zheng recalled the impression she had when she saw the Grand Tutor from afar in Shengjing. In a crowd of people who were either talking loudly or arguing, he always looked indifferent and calm. Occasionally, he would just say a few words, and that would be like a rock that could calm the crowd down.

At that time, she had never thought that one day she would be so close to this man, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, standing in this place thousands of miles away from Shengjing, feeling the surge of his love hidden deep in his character.

It does bring a little more vitality.

Sometimes she felt that Rong Yan was really blessed by his looks. His cold and lonely features matched with his eyes as calm as still water. Even when he was so nervous, his face remained calm and unperturbed.

It is really enviable.

Rong Yan was pinched by Zhu Zheng. He pondered for a while, stared at her without blinking, and said, "…Because I didn't sleep well these past few days."

Zhu Zheng frowned: "Why? Is there something on your mind, sir?"

Rong Yan's eyelashes twitched slightly, his gaze still on her face, "Yeah."

"What's on your mind?"

He suddenly stopped and answered with one word.

"you."

"Me?" Zhu Zheng was stunned at first, and then tried to comprehend Rong Yan's concise answer. After pondering for a long time, she finally felt a little guilty.

Because she didn't sleep well, she must be busy with her apprenticeship ceremony. After all, she saw everything at the foot of the mountain just now. Everything needs to be prepared, which is not something that can be described as troublesome and laborious.

The disciples of Yutian Temple are so lucky to have such a responsible and good senior brother.

But then she thought that this senior brother would also be her senior brother later, and the guilt she felt couldn't suppress her happiness, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise a little.

Seeing her smile, Rong Yan's beautiful eyes fixed on her face, "Very happy?"

"Very happy." Zhu Zheng nodded, and no longer suppressed her smile, her eyes and eyebrows curved in a grin, "Thanks to you, sir, today is the happiest day of my life."

Hearing her say this, Rong Yan's brows relaxed slightly, and against the backdrop of the red dress, his crystal clear eyes were misted with water, making them look soft and amiable, with a warm glow flashing in them.

"Where is the master? Is the master happy?" Zhu Zheng asked again.

"Happy." He frowned.

This was the most serious and plain "happy" Zhu Zheng had ever heard. She couldn't help but stretch out two fingers and touch the corners of his lips.

"Sir, when you say you're happy, you have to smile, otherwise it won't count."

The water from the waterfall hit the cliff and splashed into star-like points of light. Rong Yan blinked slowly, and a faint curve finally appeared on his lips.

Zhu Zheng's other hand was still on his pulse. As if she had discovered something incredible, she pulled his wrist up and asked, "Why is it that when the master is happy, his pulse is beating more erratically?"

Rong Yan paused, pulled his hand back slightly, held her fingertips, and forcefully inserted his knuckles into the gaps between her fingers, interlocking them tightly.

This gripping posture made Zhu Zheng feel empty for a moment, but she quickly realized that he was restraining her while he was randomly checking his pulse.

Zhu Zheng muttered, "The adults are stingy."

Rong Yan tightened his grip and whispered, "Hold on tighter."

His knuckles were a little cold, but his palms were warm. Zhu Zheng struggled, but was held even tighter.

They held hands and continued to climb to the top of the mountain. Rong Yan did not say anything, but Zhu Zheng felt that the silence at this moment was not like usual. There was something not right, which made her feel distracted.

But now is not a good time to be distracted. In order to fight against the distracting thoughts in her mind, she wants to find something insignificant to chat about.

As I thought about it, I finally came up with a topic.

"By the way, sir," she took something out of her sleeve, "your bell is still here with me..."

She had been wearing the silver bell given by Rong Yan and had forgotten to take it off. She saw it when she was changing clothes this morning and remembered that Li Shu said this thing was very important.

When she received it, she didn't know how meaningful this item was. Especially after listening to the past stories of Rong Yan and his mentor, which must have carried a lot of meaning and thoughts, she felt it was inappropriate for her to bring it with her.

Rong Yan stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zheng also stopped and said, "I know this is what your master left for you."

"What did your uncle tell you?" Rong Yan looked at her calmly.

Zhu Zheng did not comment.

Rong Yan continued, "Don't listen to his nonsense. This pair of bells was just made by Master to fool people. There is no other meaning."

Zhu Zheng knew that he had misunderstood. Master Chong Hongzi had talked a lot about him, but he never mentioned how the bell came about or what its meaning was.

But knowing his past, she didn't want to ask too many questions today to upset him, so she just picked up a key word in his words.

"Are these bells a pair?"

Rong Yan was silent for a moment, then took out another bell from his arms and put it in her hand.

The two bells are generally similar in shape and meaning, except that the cranes on them are slightly different: one is spreading its wings as if ready to fly, and the other is standing alone on a pine hill.

Rong Yan changed direction and snapped the rings on the two bells together. The two cranes on top immediately turned into a position where they were facing each other and embracing each other, fitting perfectly.

As it shakes, one sound is clear and light, another is mellow and deep, and they sound harmoniously, which is very pleasant to the ears.

It is indeed a rare object that has been carefully designed.

Zhu Zheng played with it for a long time. The crane represents purity, which matches Rong Yan's temperament very well. But in addition to this, the pattern of two cranes is also often used to praise loyalty and unswerving commitment in love.

Now it would be even more inappropriate for her to hold it.

Zhu Zheng handed the two bells to Rong Yan and said, "Give them back to you, sir."

Rong Yan frowned slightly, "I give it to you, it's yours."

"No, no, how can I accept this?" Zhu Zheng refused repeatedly while hanging two bells on his pendant. "My lord, please don't give these to outsiders. Keep them well."

After returning the item, Zhu Zheng felt relieved and led Rong Yan forward.

There was silence between the two again.

But Zhu Zheng felt that Rong Yan didn't seem as happy as before.