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

Zhu Zheng was startled by the two light words.

After a while, I understood what he meant. "I haven't even mastered the basics of archery yet. You've just seen it. Where an arrow hits the target depends entirely on luck..."

"Was that arrow just now considered good luck or bad luck?" Rong Yan asked.

Zhu Zheng was silent for a moment. The word "lucky" had never been associated with her. She shook her head and said, "It was just a blind cat that almost caught a dead mouse."

Rong Yan nodded slightly, "Then hit another one."

Zhu Zheng frowned, "What if I hit the wrong place?"

This is a sharp weapon that can hurt people, and it is not something to be taken lightly. She is not afraid of not being able to hit the pear, but she is afraid of hitting something other than the pear.

"I hit the wrong person..." Rong Yan thought for a moment and spoke slowly, "Then just leave it to fate. No one will blame you if you shoot me to death here."

Zhu Zheng looked at Rong Yan in disbelief. With the wooden pear on his head, he didn't look as smart as before. For a moment, she even began to wonder if that bowl of pitch-black batter had damaged his brain.

"I don't want to learn anymore." Zhu Zheng backed down and turned to leave.

"Why don't you learn anymore?" Rong Yan asked from behind.

She stopped walking, holding the bow, and didn't respond.

"Zhu Zheng." Rong Yan called her from behind, and said meaningfully, "The arrow was not shot to avoid hurting anyone."

His words were very soft, not exactly earth-shaking, but they really touched Zhu Zheng's sore spot.

The wound healed day by day, but there seemed to be a hole in her heart forever, reminding her how naive and foolish she was to live her life again, to have had the illusion of having everything, and to have thought that she could save the lives of her whole family by hiding diligently.

Little did he know that the killing was already planned, and his greedy thoughts were finally shattered by a poisoned arrow in the red maple forest...

If there is another chance, we must not miss it even if it means we will lose everything.

Standing back at the standing stake again, Zhu Zheng drew his bow and arrow, his eyes as sharp as a blade, his breathing so heavy that even the scar on his heart felt a dull pain.

Rong Yan stood there calmly, his eyes fixed on Zhu Zheng.

She clenched her teeth, hooked the bowstring with two fingers, the bowstring trembled slightly with her fingertips, and she aimed at Muli and shot an arrow.

As the arrow flew straight out, Rong Yan suddenly moved, and the arrow feather that was originally aimed at him fell slightly, deviating from its original path, and hit him right in the throat.

The wooden pear fell to the ground, and his tall figure swayed, leaned back, and fell to the ground with a bang...

Zhu Zheng was stunned.

Everything happened in an instant. There was a buzzing sound in her ears. She didn't know how she threw away the bow, how she staggered over, how she knelt beside him, shaking and calling his name, begging him to wake up...

The man lying under the plum tree was motionless, like a broken bamboo, lifeless.

Zhu Zheng's eyes were sore from the cold wind, and she leaned on him, tears falling uncontrollably.

The chest under her face shook slightly twice. Zhu Zheng looked up and Rong Yan looked at her with half-opened eyes.

"I am fine."

Zhu Zheng didn't move for a long while. She was still in a daze with red eyes. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She relaxed her tense back, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and then she dared to breathe again.

She felt that she should be angry, as anyone would be if they were teased like this.

But she didn't do that. She was not good enough. The moment she saw Rong Yan open his eyes, the only word that filled her mind was "fortunately".

A hand wiped the tears from Zhu Zheng's eyes. Rong Yan frowned and stared at her, "Why are you crying?"

You dare to mention why she was crying? Of course she was crying because he was dead.

Zhu Zheng was filled with anger, "Why don't you dodge?"

With Rong Yan's skills, he could obviously dodge it, but not only did he not do that, he seemed to be going to catch the arrow.

Rong Yan frowned and looked at her, "You don't practice archery just to hit the wooden pear. I told you, you have talent."

She threw herself into the arrow just to prove that she had talent?

Zhu Zheng looked at the long bruises on his neck, her voice still filled with tears, "What on earth are you thinking? Do you know how dangerous it is? If you make one more mistake..."

Rong Yan looked at Zhu Zheng. The difficulty of learning archery is not whether you can hit the target, but the difficulty of breaking the mental defense of killing. She is kind-hearted and sympathetic to the weak. Just now, she had a clear chance to hit the target, but she deliberately missed the target several times.

Perhaps she mistook the target for a real person.

She had to learn to shoot arrows at living people.

He knew his limits, but Zhu Zheng seemed angry with him. Rong Yan reached out to pick up an arrow beside him and crushed the tip of the arrow with two fingers.

"Made of wax," he explained.

After she finished speaking, Zhu Zheng looked even angrier. She wiped the tears from her face with her hand and wiped them all on Rong Yan's clothes.

"Then you are also made of wax, so it won't hurt, right..."

Rong Yan's eyes were slightly startled, and he finally understood that she was angry about this...

The clouds cleared and the sun came out. A breeze blew away the scattered red plum petals under the tree. The girl was kneeling with tears in her eyes. There was anger and resentment in her bright wet eyes. A petal rolled across her slightly red face and was stained by the remaining tears on the side of her face.

She rubbed it, and the sleeve of her wrist fell down, revealing a circle of clear amber, dazzling red against the snow.

Rong Yan suddenly raised his hand, as if to help her. His fingertips rested on her cheek, but he did not remove the petal. His warm palm rested on her chin, and his deep gaze was fixed on her beautiful eyebrows.

Zhu Zheng looked back with wet eyes, and in an instant, she saw him leaning closer, his tall shadow enveloping her.

Although he was clearly questioning, the atmosphere somehow became a little strangely charming.

Zhu Zheng belatedly realized that she wanted to retreat, but as soon as she moved, his other hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

She let out a light cry, and most of the light in front of her eyes was blocked. A warm breath mixed with a cold fragrance approached and enveloped her breath.

"……Well."

Before she could withdraw her hand that was against his chest, her wrist was grasped and one hand went around his neck. Zhu Zheng's waist was tightly embraced, and her whole body pressed against him, swallowing up all the space.

Rong Yan's kiss was somewhat tentative at first, but later it was like a person who had been craving for plums all day and finally bit into a juicy plum. He lost his usual composure, and his strength gradually weakened, eagerly and forcefully taking away Zhu Zheng's breath.

Zhu Zheng had never seen such a scene before. She tried to hide backwards, but Rong Yan kept chasing her and hugged her, pushing her down into the soft snow. The world turned upside down and the person in front of her pressed down like a mountain.

The rustling of falling petals embellishes the reluctance to part under the tree.

There was a hand under the back of her neck, but the snow still couldn't avoid touching her. Zhu Zheng let out a cry of coldness, which turned into a whimper that he swallowed into his stomach.

The gap between her lips was forced open, unable to close again. The cold and refreshing fragrance permeated her body from the inside. She could not escape his restraints. Her powerless struggle turned into a random rubbing, which became increasingly hot as they entangled and sucked. Her disordered breath was trembling, and her heart was beating like a drum, intertwined between the two people who were tightly together, and there was no escape.

Zhu Zheng was stunned by the kiss.

I was totally confused by what I had not expected.

During this moment when she was in a daze, Rong Yan kindly let her catch her breath, then held her waist with one hand and lifted her up from the snow, then strode back to the room, pressed her on the couch and covered her with his hands.