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

This roar and the rain of chopsticks really shocked the green-clothed man and the people at the table for a moment.

The man in green was wearing gold and silver and looked like a local tyrant.

Zhu Zheng was not intimidated at all. "Did you, a green toad, just grow eyes? Everything you see is new to you, right?"

The green-clothed man's face turned green, "Well, you little &*%..."

A ferocious-looking guard was sitting on his table. He picked up a bowl of hot soup and poured it towards Zhu Zheng.

Just then the waiter served the pancakes. Zhu Zheng grabbed a round pancake and threw it back to cover the heads of the people at the table.

There was a sudden noise and the restaurant was in chaos. Zhu Zheng took the opportunity and ran out like a cat.

She went into a small alley and basked in the sun for a long time before she saw Wen Fenghan following her with a dark face. "Can you call me when you run?"

"Don't you have legs?" Zhu Zheng leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She saw that she had taken a piece of cake from someone else. "Remember to come and ask this waiter to pay some money in a few days. It's my fault."

Wen Fenghan looked worried, and looked around to see if anyone was catching up. He said to Zhu Zheng, "You're causing trouble for me again."

Zhu Zheng was speechless for a while, "Causing trouble? I'm standing up for you, okay?"

Wen Fenghan was not one to appreciate it, and frowned as he said, "No need, no matter what they say, we won't lose a piece of meat."

At this moment, he feels that the world is peaceful and his life is clear.

Zhu Zheng muttered unhappily, "The young general usually shows off his power, but it turns out he is just a paper tiger."

Wen Fenghan heard it clearly, and said unwillingly, "It's better than a paper monkey like you."

Okay, okay. Zhu Zheng forced a smile and bowed to him.

She is really meddling in other people's business.

After attending such a grand event, Zhu Zheng was still hungry. She took a vicious bite of the cake in her hand, leaving Wen Fenghan with an angry back.

The pancake was a little cold, probably because it didn't have enough good oil, so it tasted like salty old tree bark.

Wen Fenghan followed behind her and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "They are not wrong. I have heard many people say that a disfigured evil monster is ugly."

Zhu Zheng stopped, chewed the biscuit and looked back at him, "After hearing it so many times, you really understand it?"

Wen Fenghan pointed at his face and said coldly, "Whether you listen or not, the scar will remain here and will never disappear."

Wen Fenghan's scar was indeed ugly, and it was crooked like a long worm, but many military generals were proud of these marks, so that they could brag about their military achievements in public.

So Zhu Zheng was quite surprised to see his depressed look. "You are a general, do you care about having scars? I have been injured and have scars, but I never thought it was a big deal."

Wen Feng glared at her, "That's because your scar is not on your face."

Zhu Zheng ignored his annoying look, "What's wrong with it being on my face? If it was on my face, every time I looked in the mirror it would remind me that I killed someone I hated so much. From now on I can finally rest easy and live happily."

Although it was to comfort Wen Fenghan, Zhu Zheng spoke such an impassioned speech with all his heart.

Unexpectedly, Wen Fenghan remained unmoved. He looked at her meaningfully and changed the subject, "You're not afraid of killing someone?"

Zhu Zheng was stunned while biting the biscuit.

Are you scared...

She still remembers the feeling of blood crawling all over the back of her hand and oozing out from between her fingers. Her hand holding the arrow slipped. The touch was different from any liquid in the world, sticky, warm, and with a strong smell of blood.

Even if it is for revenge, the thrill of killing a living person is enough to make people never forget it for a lifetime.

But fear is just one of the most insignificant things among the myriad of things.

Zhu Zheng felt a little listless under the bright sunlight. She calmed herself down and said, "Don't look down on me. I am from a military family after all..."

After a brief pause, he asked, "Major General, you have killed more people than me, are you afraid?"

Wen Fenghan didn't expect her to ask back like this, his face froze, "You are so sharp-tongued..."

Zhu Zheng glared at him, "Don't talk about monkeys!"

"I see." Wen Fenghan looked away, "...a daughter of a general."

Delayed by this episode, they had to wait for Zhu Zheng to finish the biscuit in her hand. When Wen Fenghan brought Zhu Zheng to the ferry, a merchant ship had almost boarded all the passengers and was urging the last passengers to board.

Wen Fenghan stepped onto the sampan.

The river breeze blew against my face, and the river surface was sparkling, which made my eyes feel a little stingy.

This was a ferry heading east. Zhu Zheng glanced at the ship number and stopped at the boarding gate without getting on.

"Major General, where are we going?" Zhu Zheng asked.

Wen Fenghan didn't say anything again.

"When will we come back?" Zhu Zheng asked in a different way.

Wen Fenghan turned around and paused, "A few days later."

The merchants around him were so crowded that they could hardly stand. Urgent shouts came from the boat one after another, and Zhu Zheng suddenly took a step back.

"Can I not go?"

"why?"

"I……"

Before she left, she thought she was just doing a small errand. She went somewhere else so suddenly, and Rong Yan would be so anxious when he came back and couldn't see her.

No, she definitely can't get on this boat today.

Wen Fenghan was getting impatient and urged Zhu Zheng in a stern voice, "Come up."

"No." Zhu Zheng shook her head, "I want to go back to find my master."

After she finished speaking, she stepped back. Wen Fenghan stepped off the boat and blocked Zhu Zheng's way. "What are you looking for, sir?"

Zhu Zheng asked curiously, "Aren't you asking this without knowing the answer?"

Wen Fenghan was asking knowingly. His eyes suddenly became sharp, his face turned cold, and he asked in a reproachful tone, "Why did you get close to him again?"

The word "又" is very thought-provoking.

Zhu Zheng had been troubled, distressed and self-pitying by this group of people who kept criticizing her.

No one in the world wants to be framed for nothing and end up with a bad reputation.

But now, she suddenly felt relieved. No matter how bad her reputation was, there were still people who saw her through the rumors and wanted her for their lives.

So, what does it matter what other people think, except the person she cares about?

There are thousands of knots in my heart that are difficult to untie. If I don’t understand them, I will not be free.

Zhu Zheng smiled brightly and said seriously, "Don't be fooled by his good looks and great abilities, he is very easy to deceive. Once he gets close to you, you can't get rid of him."

She smiled sincerely and turned away resolutely.

The river breeze blew Zhu Zheng's sleeves like wings, and she passed lightly through the crowded crowd.

Wen Fenghan hesitated and refused to say what he was going to do, probably because he thought that she had somehow gotten entangled with Rong Yan "again" and was afraid that something might happen, so he had to separate them.

She was still working diligently to repay the favor, but in the end people really treated her as a fool.

Wen Fenghan saw Zhu Zheng getting off the ferry and leaving without looking back, so he started to catch up with her.

Zhu Zheng raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Young General, you want to go back too? You don't want to do anything anymore?"

Wen Fenghan frowned and said, "I don't want to do it anymore."

He hurried all the way back to Langguan City.

The people seemed to be preparing for some festival. Many large and small embroidered flower balls were hung on the shops on the streets. They were colorful and swayed in the wind like small rainbows.

The city lord's camp was also decorated with lights and lanterns. The kind-looking city lord He saw Wen Fenghan coming back and pulled him towards the meeting room.

Zhu Zheng fell behind and asked, "Lord City Lord, has the Captain been here?"

"Just left, back to the barracks."

City Lord He took over the conversation and teased Wen Fenghan who was standing beside him, "The Captain is a very busy man. He likes staying in the barracks even more than the Major General. We can't keep him here."

Wen Fenghan said nothing and watched his messenger run out the door like the wind.

The houses in Chixi are all simple and majestic, and the city lord’s village is the best among them. There are tall carved stone sculptures everywhere. Walking through them, the people appear small and the shadows are long under the bright sunlight.

Little Zhu Zheng jogged through the Giant Tree Garden and when she turned around the corridor, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

A clear and deep voice sounded, "You're running so fast, be careful not to choke on the wind..."

Zhu Zhengfei rushed over and crashed into his arms, "Why are you back again?"

Rong Yan hugged her and said, "I saw your horse outside."

The wind blew through the wooden wind chimes hanging under the corridor, making a bang-bang sound.

Zhu Zheng hugged him tightly and sniffed in this familiar embrace. The fragrance of cold plum blossoms that filled his robe made him feel calm.

Her deerskin hat was tilted, and Rong Yan took it off. Zhu Zheng's sweaty hair stuck to her face, and he carefully pushed it aside and looked at her drooping eyelashes.

He asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Zheng shook her head and rubbed her head against his collar, her voice muffled in his chest.

"Today, I ate a very nasty pancake."