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

The original plan was to set off directly back to Shengjing.

But when we got to the foot of the mountain, we found that there was still a heavy snow and a layer of ice on the road. We had to wait for two days for the ice to melt before we could set off again.

So he returned to the villa where he lived before going up the mountain.

As soon as Zhu Zheng returned, she felt like a bird in a cage. Rong Yan saw how impatient she was and suggested that they go to the market in a nearby town.

Zhu Zheng naturally agreed with joy.

The town is not far from the villa, with nearly a hundred households living there. Snowflakes are floating in the air, and the snowy ground looks bustling with red.

The narrow street was crowded with people. Lanterns were hung everywhere and people gathered in front of various stalls. It was bustling with people. The snow melted away before it could even fall to the ground.

As soon as Rong Yan got off the carriage, he naturally reached out and held Zhu Zheng's hand. Zhu Zheng wanted to break free, but found that his hand was very cold, so she kindly put it into her warm sleeve.

There was a young man selling sugar paintings standing at the stall at the street corner. When he saw the two guests dressed in gorgeous clothes, he called out loudly, "Sir! Girl! Buy a sugar painting."

Zhu Zheng was attracted by his strange northern Xinjiang accent and stopped in her tracks. She had seen the sugar painting stall from afar before and had always wanted to try it.

The girl who suddenly appeared in front of him was a first-class beauty. She tilted her pretty face to look at the painting samples. The sugar painting boy had never seen such a girl in the town and was stunned for a moment.

A handsome young man walked over and quietly blocked his sight.

The sugar painting boy then discovered that the two were holding hands, and the look in the boy's eyes when he looked at the girl seemed to be able to melt water.

He was embarrassed by his own gaffe, but business was more important, so he hurriedly said, "Young Master and Madam have a long-lasting love, why not pick a pair of lovebirds?"

There were quite a few people standing in front of the stall. Zhu Zheng was dazzled by the dozens of dragons, snakes, tigers, leopards, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and did not pay attention to who the sugar painting boy was calling.

Rong Yan glanced at the pair of mandarin ducks leaning against each other, and asked Zhu Zheng, "Which one do you want?"

Zhu Zheng's fingertips circled several times and finally stopped in the middle, "I want this elephant!"

Elephants are so big, it must be very satisfying to eat them.

After Zhu Zheng finished choosing, she turned around and asked Rong Yan, "What about you? Have you made your choice?"

Rong Yan smiled faintly, "Just like you."

It is rare for a couple to buy an elephant together. The sugar painting boy wanted to say something but stopped himself. When he saw the young man casually put a gold ingot on the table, he immediately shut up and started to cook sugar.

Zhu Zheng watched the young man busying himself with great interest and asked, "Why is it so lively today?"

The young man pointed to the Spring Festival couplets posted behind his stall and said, "How can the New Year not be lively? Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and everyone is buying New Year goods."

Zhu Zheng was shocked. "New Year's Eve? Today is New Year's Eve?"

"Yes." The sugar painting boy responded, wondering if someone didn't know that the New Year was coming. He looked up and took a closer look at the two unfamiliar guests. They looked so noble and extraordinary that they didn't seem like ordinary people. I wonder if they are fairies from heaven...

When the two elephants were ready and handed over, the sugar-painting boy also handed back the gold ingots, and said solemnly and devoutly, "These two elephants are for the fairies. Please bless them. My name is Zhou Peng, my wife is Zhou Chen, and the two children are named Zhou Ping and Zhou An."

Zhu Zheng was confused. Although she didn't quite understand why he brought his whole family with him to flatter her in order to attract business, she still insisted on paying.

She picked up the sugar painting and looked at it carefully towards the sky. The two elephants were lifelike and strong, but for some reason their postures were a little weird and their trunks were hooked together.

How to eat this?

Zhu Zheng broke it mercilessly and handed Rong Yan an elephant with two trunks, while keeping the one without a trunk for herself.

Rong Yan was stunned holding the bamboo stick, and before Zhu Zheng opened her mouth, he stopped her and switched the two.

Zhu Zheng did not refuse and bit off the extra half of her nose. It turned out that the sugar painting looked beautiful, but it was actually too sweet and not as delicious as the sugar balls that Rong Yan brought with him.

Zhu Zheng ate in disappointment while chatting with Rong Yan, "Do you know that the New Year is coming?"

Rong Yan wiped the sugar stains off Zhu Zheng's face with a handkerchief, then held her hand again, "I know."

Then why didn't you tell her and why did you answer so nonchalantly?

Ever since arriving at Chengxu Mountain, Zhu Zheng had lost track of how long his life would last. No wonder his master kept saying to him when he was leaving the mountain, "Do we have to leave at this time..."

The old year is coming to an end. She has been away from Shengjing for a long time. She has never been away from home for such a long time. This is the first New Year's Eve she has not spent with her sister. I wonder if she is okay...

"What are you thinking about?" Rong Yan asked, interrupting her melancholy.

Zhu Zheng was drowned in the noisy crowd again. She came back to her senses. No matter how homesick she was, Rong Yan was the only one with her, so she asked, "What should we prepare for the New Year?"

Rong Yan frowned, "I don't know."

The Zhu Mansion has always been headed by my grandmother. According to this logic, since there is no one else in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, it should be Rong Yan who is in charge.

"Don't you know?" Zhu Zheng couldn't help but be surprised, "What about before? How did your family celebrate New Year's Eve?"

Rong Yan said calmly, "It's just an ordinary day. It's no different from dark to bright."

how so……

Zhu Zheng had always believed that no one would have a New Year as miserable as theirs...

For many years, the Zhu family had not been allowed to celebrate the New Year, post Spring Festival couplets, or even see red paper. On New Year's Eve, her grandmother always asked her and her sister to stay at the ancestral hall to keep vigil and burn stacks of paper money for their ancestors.

Rong Yan saw Zhu Zheng's disappointed face and paused, "What do you want to buy?"

Zhu Zheng sighed slightly, "I don't know either."

"It's okay." Rong Yan brushed off the snowflakes on her hood, held her hand tightly and walked inside. "We buy whatever others buy. It will be useful in the end."

When we returned to the villa, the carriage was full and we had bought almost everything we could find at the market.

Zhu Zheng even bought a copy of "A Record of New Year Customs" and prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner according to the dishes described in it.

Of course, most of the preparations were done by Rong Yan, and she just played the role of fanning the flames.

The records said that after eating the New Year's Eve dinner, they had to stay up all night. The two of them played a few games of chess around the stove while making tea, and Zhu Zheng won every game.

She felt that her skills were inferior to others and realized that Rong Yan was giving her a leg up, so she felt embarrassed to continue and ground some ink to accompany Rong Yan in writing the couplet.

His handwriting was very beautiful, elegant and handsome yet not lacking in strength. Zhu Zheng was in the mood to copy it. She was very good at copying other people's handwriting. Without putting in much effort, she could make it 70% similar, and with great effort it would be so realistic that it would be indistinguishable from the original.

However, Rong Yan is an official appointed by the imperial court after all. If he were to display such an unconventional talent, it might keep him awake at night, so he decided to forget it.

Zhu Zheng lay on the desk for a while, then casually pulled out a piece of red paper with couplets written on it and started cutting with scissors according to the pattern on the book.

Rong Yan stopped writing after finishing his writing, came over with the candlestick, and sat beside her, watching her cut paper-cuts.

The candlelight shone through the carved candlesticks, casting a warm glow over the two people, filling the room.

Every time Zhu Zheng finished cutting a window paper-cut with missing parts, she would show it to Rong Yan, and always get a word of praise or two.

It seems that the Grand Tutor has really never celebrated the New Year. He can even praise such unsightly window decorations. He really lacks experience.

After that, Zhu Zheng didn’t remember what she did. She only remembered that she was yawning continuously and her eyelids were drooping and were about to close... so she just closed them.

When I woke up, I was back on the couch.

Zhu Zheng didn't remember whether she stayed up till midnight or not, and fell asleep without even saying a single New Year's wish. When it was light outside, she sat up and opened the window to take a look.

The distant mountains were all still, and the gray sky showed a hint of blue.

Snow stopped.

Zhu Zheng quickly put on her clothes, sneaked into the kitchen, and started the plan she had planned last night.

The implementation of the plan did not go as smoothly as expected.

Although she is not a real daughter of a wealthy family, she still has some of the shortcomings of a daughter of a wealthy family.

For example, if you don’t cook…

After a whole morning of smoke and fire, Zhu Zheng looked at the pot of black noodle sauce with a bit of despair. Just when he was at a loss as to what to do, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"doing what?"