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

As soon as Rong Yan spoke, a group of people in official robes immediately surrounded him and greeted him. The crowd was already crowded, and Zhu Zheng was squeezed almost to Rong Yan, unable to go anywhere.

Forced to listen to the different compliments, she paid special attention to the words "prince" and "Fanlin Temple" and quickly pieced together the fragmentary causes and consequences.

The story is not complicated. It is said that she won the first prize in the autumn hunt, and the Imperial Astronomical Observatory matched the time, which somehow became a good omen. She was strongly recommended to be the prince's companion, and they went to Fanlin Temple to chant scriptures for half a year to pray for Dayong.

In this story that made everyone happy for her, no one knew that she was almost shot to death by an arrow in the red maple forest.

It made sense. If this matter got out, no one would seek justice for her. If she died, it would be an accident that disturbed the emperor. If she survived, rumors would only think that she had offended His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, which would probably make the Zhu family even more vulnerable.

This prayer at the Fanlin Temple, which was created out of nothing, is the best arrangement for Zhu Zheng, Gong Yixiu and Zhu Mansion.

So, who made up such a story?

Is it Rong Yan?

Although he doesn't seem to be very good at lying, who else but him would be tied up with so many people at the same time...

By this calculation, she actually benefited from Gong Yixiu's help, and helped the Grand Tutor to think hard and come up with such a foolproof statement.

Forget it, whether it is true or not, the result is that I saved my life. It makes no difference to Zhu Zheng.

She stood in the crowd and looked up at the person beside her. Rong Yan was very close to her, his eyes were still as calm as an ancient well, and he didn't respond to other people's words, and there was not even a polite curve on his lips.

In this respect, he is not as good as her. He still doesn't understand the purpose of a fake smile, which is her best skill and she really should teach it to him.

However, when they were in Chengxu Mountain before, Zhu Zheng discovered that he was a very light sleeper and was extremely quiet-minded. The slightest noise would make him frown, and in such situations he would not hesitate to use the torture of slow slicing.

"Sir, please go back first." Zhu Zheng said in a low voice.

"How can that be possible!" Before Rong Yan could say anything, Madam Zhu on the side got anxious first, "Master Taifu has taken the trouble to send you back, you must stay for a simple banquet. The mansion has prepared everything. Please move to the main hall, the same place where we used to eat, and prepare the same dishes that Master likes to eat as usual."

Zhu Zheng glanced at her grandmother. What she said was very elegant. If someone didn't know, they would think that the Grand Tutor came very often.

Only Liu Feng who was standing at the back was really happy to hear this. He still remembered how magnanimous the Zhu residence was in entertaining guests, and he still remembers that bowl of delicious puffer fish soup.

Unexpectedly, the adult did not agree immediately, but turned to look at Miss Zhu Si.

Zhu Zheng saw Rong Yan looking at her and realized that this was probably a look of seeking help, so she immediately said, "My Lord, you mentioned on the way that the court has many affairs to attend to, so it's inconvenient for you to stay with us for long."

Madam Zhu said, "It's just a simple meal. It won't take long."

"Master Taifu has been traveling for a long time, so there is no need to hold a thank-you banquet today." Zhu Zheng forced a smile. "Grandmother is very kind and compassionate. She will definitely sympathize with your hard work and will not force you to do anything."

Madam Zhu paused, glared at Zhu Zheng with an unexpected look, and asked Rong Yan again, "Master Taifu just returned to the capital. Does he really not have any free time?"

Rong Yan kept looking at Zhu Zheng, his silent eyes were ambiguous, and suddenly asked, "Should I have it?"

"No, really not at all." Zhu Zheng was so anxious that she pushed Rong Yan inconspicuously and said, "Master, please leave quickly."

You're welcome, just escape to a quiet place.

Rong Yan opened his mouth for a long time, then just said "hmm", nodded slightly, glanced at Zhu Zheng again, turned around and got on the carriage.

Madam Zhu was so disappointed that she couldn't make up for her shortcomings. "I can't even teach you to keep anyone here. What a waste of your mouth. What kind of nasty things do you say?"

Zhu Zheng pretended not to understand and just waved at the carriage with a smile. She watched Rong Yan's carriage disappear at the street corner before she suddenly stopped smiling, stretched out her hand to push through the crowd, and walked towards the Zhu Mansion.

As soon as she entered the mansion, Zhu Zheng knew why they wanted to keep Rong Yan. The decoration of the mansion was even more ostentatious than the autumn hunting ground. It was obvious that they had put a lot of effort into putting on a big show.

There were a dozen monks in yellow robes standing on the stage, all dressed the same as the one who had just brought flowers to Zhu Zheng. When they saw Zhu Zheng come in, they immediately surrounded her and started singing and dancing.

"Hey hey hey hey, all my heroes listen to me, the lucky star has reincarnated and appeared before us. With one hand, he can spread blessings, resolve disasters and dangers, and can eliminate misfortunes and resolve difficulties better than a great sage..."

Where did this charlatan come from? The lyrics he sang are all nonsense.

Zhu Zheng was already dizzy from riding in the car, and her head felt even more dizzy. She waved her hand, stood in the middle of a circle of monks, listened to them finish singing, and kindly asked them to make way.

The leading monk shouted again, "Lucky star, please take a seat!"

As soon as Zhu Zheng asked "What are we sitting on?", the sound of firecrackers and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. Zhu Zheng coughed a few times, and red mud was smeared on her face. A huge flower crown was placed on her head, and several circles of willow branches with pearls and flowers hanging on them were tied around her body, almost tying her up in place.

A group of gorgeously dressed dancers appeared, carried her onto a high platform, pressed her in the center of a flower stand surrounded by red flowers, and began to dance around her.

As the sheng, flute and suona played together, Zhu Zheng's face turned dark.

Zhu Zheng watched the acrobatics for fun, but he had no intention of performing them himself, so he pulled off the things on his body and stood up.

Old Madam Zhu, who had come up at some point, grabbed her and asked, "Where are you going?"

Zhu Zheng bowed, "Grandma, I feel a little dizzy after sitting in the car for so long. I want to go back to my room to rest for a while. Can you welcome me tomorrow?"

"To welcome you?" Old Madam Zhu chuckled. "The Zhu family spent so much money and waited for half a year for this day. Do you think it's just to welcome you, a thing without any luck?"

After saying that, he pinched Zhu Zheng's arm and pinned her firmly on the stage, "You just did whatever I told you to do. I shot an arrow and pierced a hole in your heart for nothing. You're not much smarter!"

Grandma's voice was not loud, as if she had suddenly made a joke, but it made Zhu Zheng suddenly speechless.

It turns out that no one knew that she was shot with an arrow...

At least her good grandmother knew. Not only did she know that she almost died, but she also knew that the story of praying at the Fanlin Temple was a cover-up.

Obviously, my grandmother didn't care what happened at all and liked this made-up story more, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to stage such a big drama.

Zhu Zheng suddenly raised her lips and smiled sneeringly.

Knowing it was a performance, she felt much more at ease. Otherwise, she would always have to be on guard against whether her grandmother was possessed by a ghost, which would have made her life very uneasy.

The dozen or so monks invited from the side must have cost a lot of money. They are very eloquent and are making up stories about Zhu Zheng's deeds.

Whether it's the clouds in the sky, the rain on the ground, the drought and flood in moderation, the rise and fall of the river, the piglets on East Street growing a few pounds, and the hens on West Street laying two more eggs, all of these are due to her blessing.

But as soon as Rong Yan left, many people who had come here to hang out also dispersed, and the excitement was largely gone.

Nanny Guixiang was scattering silver leaves wrapped in red paper among the crowd, not caring whether they were dignitaries or not. All those who were passing by or watching the fun on the street were dragged into the Zhu Mansion.

Perhaps the grandmother felt that after watching the show in the mansion today, if the rumor spread, it would prove that her granddaughter was a lucky star.

Zhu Zheng looked at Nanny Guixiang who was being pushed around and suddenly remembered that the last time she saw her like this was in Jinxiang Tower.

Grandma did the same thing that day. She gave instructions for a lot of money to be distributed, begging everyone to be kind and not to say anything too harsh about her good grandson who died naked in bed.

Sometimes she thought her grandmother was quite smart, but sometimes she thought her smartness was superficial and lazy. For example, whether she wanted people to gossip or not, she only knew how to use the method of giving money away...

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. If giving money was so effective, she wouldn't have been the well-known unlucky person in Zhu Long's syphilis story for more than ten years.

Zhu Zheng sighed. She didn’t care whether others regarded her as a lucky star or an unlucky star. She just wanted to sigh that it was a good thing that she let Rong Yan leave just now. If he had seen her like this, she would probably be laughed at for the rest of her life.

Zhu Zheng cooperated with the performance for a while, then sat dejectedly on the flower stand, looking back and forth among the crowd several times.

Until the grandmother finally couldn't help but remind her in a low voice, "Smile, we are here to see the lucky star, who wants to see you with a sad face."

Zhu Zheng ignored her, "Where's my sister?"

Ajie doesn't like crowds, so she just thought she was behind the crowd. Now, after looking at everyone below, she couldn't find any trace of Zhu Qing.

"Who are you asking?" Grandma frowned and asked, "Don't you know when she will be back?"

Zhu Zheng was stunned. What do you mean she knows?

Madam Zhu noticed that Zhu Zheng was in a daze, and her expression suddenly changed. "I received a letter saying that you went to Fanlin Temple to recuperate, and asked the third girl to accompany you. What's going on? Did you lose your temper and make a fuss about coming back, so you had to ask the Grand Tutor to send you off?"

Zhu Zheng's mind went blank. Why did she go to Fanlin Temple to recuperate? She didn't come back from Fanlin Temple at all. How could her sister go there to accompany her...

In other words, Zhu Qing never returned home.

...Could it be that my sister has been missing for half a year since we parted at the autumn hunting ground?