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

Rong Yan agreed.

Then the figure disappeared.

Zhu Zheng woke up groggily after a long nap, only to find an empty yard. She called out "Master", "Senior Brother", "Cheng Yi", and "Rong Yan" one by one, but no one responded.

Yawning, she wandered aimlessly through several rooms in the villa looking for someone, and accidentally broke into a study room, which was simply but leisurely furnished. Sunlight shone through the windows, slanting onto two bottles of plum blossoms in the corner.

There were several books on the large sandalwood desk, ranging from medicine to astronomy, science, and general history, but the one on top was actually a cookbook.

Zhu Zheng picked up the cookbook and flipped through it, then pulled out the book that was underneath, accidentally knocking the wooden box off the table.

The lid of the wooden box was smashed open, revealing a stack of letters inside. A few letters fell out, some opened and some not.

The envelope was made of the finest Fengyang paper and had a gold pin. It was an express letter from the emperor. In the lower corner was a bright red seal with the words "Gong Yi" inscribed on it.

Zhu Zheng's remaining sleepiness gradually faded away. She stared at the pile of envelopes for a while, put the wooden box away, closed the door and left.

He returned to his own courtyard, took a chair and sat under the plum tree, gazing into the distance through the shadows of the flowers.

The distant mountains were completely silent, not even a bird was singing, and the silence was so disturbing that Zhu Zheng felt like she had swallowed a stone, pressing against her chest, unable to swallow or spit it out, and she felt so suffocated that she didn't want to breathe.

After thinking about it for a while, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: maybe Rong Yan had left, leaving her alone here, and returned to Shengjing...

"Why are you sitting here?"

I don’t know how long it took before a familiar voice came from above my head.

Then, a familiar face appeared, looking down at what she was staring at in a daze.

Zhu Zheng stood up with a bang, "Where have you been?"

Rong Yan raised his hand and gestured, "Buy a bow."

He took off a slender and simple ox-tendon bamboo bow from his back, which looked very new.

"Just use it for now. When we get back to Shengjing, we'll go to Liyang to make a Lingyin bow." He added.

Even though Zhu Zheng didn't wield swords and guns, she had heard of the Lingyin bow. She mentioned learning the eight-point archery on a whim, "Don't be so anxious, it's not like you're going to teach me today..."

Rong Yan looked up and said, "It's a good day today."

Although she found that she was not abandoned in the mountains by Rong Yan, the dark clouds in her heart dispersed a little, but there were still a few floating in the air, as if brewing a rain that made Zhu Zheng feel very upset.

In this state of confusion, she sorted out her thoughts, and a question that had always been unresolved popped up in her mind.

Why did Rong Yan save her...

Why would he save someone who the prince had decided to kill right under his nose? Even if he felt compassion for her because of a shallow past relationship, was it worth the effort? Putting aside the motive, it was not easy to pull someone who had one foot in the gates of hell back to the human world...

Zhu Zheng had thought about this question more than once, but she had no answer. Seeing the red-stamped letters from Shengjing today suddenly made her feel clear-headed. Could it be that everything was arranged?

If so, it would explain why she could be taken away from Shengjing, but who made the arrangement?

Is it Gong Yixiu?

No, it can't be him. That doesn't make sense.

Zhu Zheng felt more and more confused the more she thought about it, but she didn't want to play dumb any more. It was impossible to understand people's minds by just guessing, so the best way was to ask Rong Yan directly.

There are only two answers to this question, one good and one bad. Good means people are kind-hearted, and bad means...

What it is, she doesn't know.

The sky was almost clear, and the sunlight was dim. It was not a very good day.

Zhu Zheng looked at Rong Yan against the light, her usually calm brows relaxed and there was a hint of a happy smile in her eyes.

He had been in a good mood ever since he had eaten that horrible bowl of batter in the morning.

Today is his birthday... She said so herself.

Once you ask the question that's been lingering in your mind, no matter what the answer is, your mood will definitely be ruined.

Zhu Zheng swallowed, frowned, and then relaxed, "Then let's do it today."

*

There was a wide open area near the back window, and Zhu Zheng set up a simple straw target in front of the red plum tree.

During the few days of storytelling in Yutian Temple, Zhu Zheng also heard a lot of stories about Rong Yan. Compared with her fabricated stories, although Rong Yan, who was from the same school, could not perform seventy-two transformations, his ability of photographic memory, coupled with his meticulous and persistent personality, made him know as much as a god.

For example, archery is one of them. He can hit the target through the air from a hundred paces away without any ambiguity.

Learning archery from him will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort.

In order to achieve twice the result with half the effort, Zhu Zheng came up with a good idea. He found a black coat for the straw target to wear, and also drew two long and narrow eyes on it with charcoal.

When Rong Yan came over with the arrow, he glanced at the strange-looking straw target.

Zhu Zheng immediately carried the scarecrow over.

Seeing Rong Yan still looking at this side, he laughed dryly and said, "I want to learn sneak attacks."

After marking the position with stakes, Zhu Zheng stood in a straight line, took out an arrow, held the bow, and gestured twice in a serious manner.

She pulled the bowstring. Although it was a bamboo bow, it had a strong pulling force and was heavier than the flower stand she received in the red maple forest that day.

Thinking of that flower stand, I naturally thought of some things that I haven't thought about for a long time.

In the trance of memories, the bowstring loosened and the arrow shot out crookedly.

The bowstring rebounded, causing her to stagger and almost fall backwards. A force came from behind, supporting her body and pulling her back.

Rong Yan stood behind her, holding her wrist and lifting it up.

A circle of plump, hard object pressed against his palm.

He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at it, and a piece of white wrist came out from his sleeve, revealing half a circle of sparkling blood amber beads.

It was the one he gave to Zhu’s house that day.

Rong Yan's lips twitched slightly, his hands wrapped around his hands and clenched, pressing on the bow and pointing it at the straw target, "Don't use your wrist, use your shoulders and back to generate force."

Zhu Zheng suddenly had an epiphany. He relaxed his arms and tensed his back. He suddenly felt that it was much easier to exert force and the bowstring was not as heavy and hard as before.

"Don't move your waist." His voice sounded next to my ear again.

Zhu Zheng nodded obediently and stood still.

"Well done." Rong Yan's voice was very light, "Aim at the target and shoot."

Zhu Zheng was right. Rong Yan was indeed a good teacher. He was patient and calm, never dragging his feet, and was generous with praise, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Under such hands-on guidance, Zhu Zheng shot dozens of arrows in succession and gradually figured out some tricks. Although she is still ninety-nine arrows away from hitting the target every time, she has already experienced what "with ease" means.

Zhu Zheng became more and more focused as she practiced, and it seemed as if nothing around her existed, leaving only the arrow tip in front of her and the black-clad figure not far away...

Became an old friend in her midnight nightmares...

The dust on the distant yet not distant memories is wiped off and reappears before my eyes.

The bowstring was suddenly loosened, and an arrow flew out, brushing past the top of the straw target, bringing down two straws, and then plunged into the plum forest, shaking down a patch of red flowers.

"Very talented."

Rong Yan's slow voice passed by her ears like a cool breeze, bringing Zhu Zheng back from her trance.

Although I still missed the target, it was a big improvement compared to when I first touched the bow.

She should be happy to be praised for her talent, but there was no smile on Zhu Zheng's face. She just lowered her head and stared at her hands in a daze.

Rong Yan stood with his eyes lowered, looking at the black hair of the person in his arms for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and took the bow away from her hand.

"Next lesson."

Zhu Zheng looked up, and before she understood what the next lesson he was talking about was, she was taken by the hand and led to stand opposite the scarecrow.

Rong Yan touched her head, took out a wooden pear and placed it on her head.

Zhu Zheng stood there in a daze, watching Rong Yan turn around and stand across from her, drawing his bow and aiming it straight at her.

Zhu Zheng felt a chill on her head, "You..."

Before she finished her words, the arrow had already been shot. The whistling sound of the wind brushed past her ears, and the arrow hit the wooden pear on her head with a thud.

Steady and accurate, the wooden pear rolled a long distance on the ground, and the whistling sound still vibrated on Zhu Zheng's heartstrings.

Rong Yan, who Zhu Zheng had thought was a calm and good teacher, suddenly changed his style and became so radical that she had no time to adapt. Before she could calm down, she saw Rong Yan draw another arrow and hand the bow to her.

"It's your turn," he said.

Zhu Zheng was still in shock, "What should I do?"

Rong Yan picked up the wooden pear, placed it on his head, and said two words lightly.

"revenge."