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

A few days later.

At the Taifu Mansion, Liu Feng trotted into the study and breathlessly reported, "Sir, Sister Xue said that the fourth young lady has gone out!"

Rong Yan paused when he saw the memorial, but did not look up.

Liu Feng continued, "The fourth young lady sent away all her attendants and went to Penglai Street alone with a young master."

Rong Yan held a red pen in his hand and drew circles methodically, still without saying a word.

Liu Feng was anxious, "Sir? Can you hear me, sir?"

"I can hear it." Rong Yan said.

Liu Feng raised his voice, "My subordinates said that the fourth young lady was taken out of the mansion! A young master took her out!!"

Rong Yan stared at the words on the letter and asked, "Who?"

Liu Feng was confident, he had already found out clearly, "Fang Xichen, the second son of the Fang family, is the assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Today is his third visit to the Zhu Mansion."

Rong Yan frowned slightly, and the red pen in his hand stopped unconsciously, and suddenly became a blur of ink. He was silent for a long time, and only replied "Got it."

Liu Feng took two steps closer and said, "Sir, I have prepared the car. Shall we go to Penglai Street now?"

Rong Yan looked up from the pile of memorials and glanced at him, "Are you free?"

Liu Feng scratched his head, "Ah, fortunately, the mansion is not too busy recently."

Rong Yan lowered his head to look at the memorial again, "When I have free time, I'll go water the flowers under the corridor."

Liu Feng: “?”

Liufeng has been increasingly confused about his master lately. It has just rained for half a month, so why is he asked to water the flowers at this time?

When hearing this kind of news about the Fourth Girl, wouldn’t one rush to the ends of the earth to “encounter” her by chance?

Liu Feng hesitated for a long time, but when he saw that the adults didn't seem to be willing to pay attention to him, he finally went out reluctantly.

He squatted in the porch, watering the flowers, puzzled. After watering about one ridge, he was about to ask Xuemei about it when he suddenly saw the adult open the door and come out, with changed clothes.

Liu Feng threw away the kettle, "Are you going out, sir?"

"Ah."

"Where are you going?"

Rong Yan: "Penglai Street."

*

The streets of Penglai were crowded with people. It happened to stop raining today, and people who had been trapped by the plum rain for half a month all came out to enjoy the spring and pick greens, creating a very lively scene.

At the entrance of an inconspicuous alley, a carriage with a silver roof and purple curtains was parked. Liu Feng hurried back and said, "Sir, it's in the Shuiyun Tower at the end of this alley."

Shuiyun Tower is actually a teahouse. Water is brought into the room from the bottom. The tea room is modeled after a row of pavilions and bridges. Guests are separated by independent pavilions hung with colorful bead curtains. It is not only more interesting than ordinary private rooms, but also exceptionally secretive and quiet.

As soon as the breeze came in, you could smell the incense. The layers of moon-white gauze were like clouds, and the ethereal sounds of stringed instruments lingered on the bridge. It really was like there were clouds and water.

I couldn't help but admire, "This Second Young Master Fang is really good at choosing. This is really a great place for a private meeting."

After he finished speaking, the adult just moved his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

Liu Feng realized that he had said too much and immediately made amends, "Sir, look, isn't that the fourth girl?"

Following the direction Liu Feng pointed, Rong Yan looked up and saw the familiar figure not far away.

She was wearing a pretty scarlet silk dress, her hair was shining, and she walked slowly and gracefully behind a young man in civil servant's clothes. The two of them talked and laughed as they lifted the pearl curtain and entered the pavilion.

The four beams in the pavilion are painted with flying clouds in the clear sky, and the faint light of the pearl curtains floats, like a beautiful scene beyond the human world.

Fang Xichen was still full of praise as he sat down, "Miss Zhu is really good at choosing places. I was narrow-minded and didn't know there was such a good place in Shengjing."

Zhu Zheng said calmly, "Minister Fang is busy with government affairs and rarely pays attention to entertainment."

"I am not busy at all. My elder brother is the one who wants to live in the prison. I haven't seen him in the mansion for more than half a year." Fang Xichen waved his hand. "He finally took leave these two days to come back just to watch me go to the Zhu Mansion to propose marriage."

Zhu Zheng pursed her lips and smiled.

This is the seventh time that Mr. Fang has mentioned his elder brother today.

When he first came a few days ago, he was indeed with his elder brother. Dali Temple Minister Fang Shouqian, as his name suggests, speaks and acts modestly and appropriately, with a moderate degree of comfort, and the typical style of an elder brother who is like a father.

But this Fang Xichen was a bit interesting. He was not very polite, said the wrong things and made jokes several times, and he often looked at his elder brother's eyes before doing anything.

Zhu Zheng saw this and silently made up his mind.

Recently, there was a message sent back from Changying saying that they seemed to have found clues about her elder sister. Zhu Zheng was extremely anxious and had been trying to find a way to leave the house.

She tried many ways but was rejected by her grandmother. When she saw Mr. Fang, who was honest but not wild, she immediately thought that he might be able to help.

So Zhu Zheng changed her usual attentiveness and shyly hinted a few words to her grandmother, and her grandmother soon arranged two or three meetings.

This morning, Zhu Zheng told Mr. Fang Er that it would be a good idea to suggest to his grandmother that they go out for a walk, and he readily agreed.

So they showed up here.

The back door of Yunshui Tower leads directly to Taoyuan Street, and the Qianye Tea House where Changying is staying is on that street. Nanny Guixiang and the Fang family's attendants were left waiting at the front door of Shuiyun Tower. They only need to find an excuse to slip away, go to the tea house to find Changying, and then come back. There will be no problem.

"The green plum oolong and golden silk cake here are both good. Minister Fang can try them." Zhu Zheng smiled. She was quite grateful to this savior.

Fang Xichen nodded hurriedly and ordered a few dishes as Zhu Zheng said. While waiting for the tea and cakes, he rubbed his hands nervously and couldn't help but ask, "I haven't asked, uh... what does Miss Zhu think of me, or what kind of husband does Miss Zhu want...?"

Zhu Zheng didn't answer, and avoided the main point without leaving any trace, "Just call me Zhu Zheng."

"Well, actually I can't remember whether you are the third or fourth lady. My eldest brother told me before we left, but I forgot." Fang Xichen couldn't hide his embarrassment. "It seems so awkward to call you by your name. Does Miss Zhu Zheng have a courtesy name or a nickname?"

Are you being polite?

Zhu Zheng thought of someone who often called her by her name like this. The strange thing was that when he called her like that, not only was he not shy, but it also always made her feel a sense of intimacy that made her heart skip a beat.

But when she was little, she had a hard time even getting a full name, not to mention her courtesy name and childhood nickname. Thinking that if she came back late, she might have to ask him to help cover up, Zhu Zheng also wanted to get closer to him, so she said, "Minister Fang, just call me Ah Zheng."

Fang Xichen quickly replied, "Then Miss Azheng, please don't call me Minister Fang. My courtesy name is Jingxian, so just call me Jingxian. This is a name my brother got, which means to be quiet first. It reminds me to be quiet first in everything."

Zhu Zheng heard him talking about his elder brother every other sentence and said with a smile, "Your elder brother cares a lot about you."

"Oh, don't mention it. He has always been in charge of everything for me, and I don't know what has happened recently. He has been telling me about marriage every day, and he has been hiding in the prison department dealing with prisoners all day. He doesn't even discuss marriage at his age, but instead uses a knife to hold me and throw me into the oil pan."

Fang Xichen sighed, glanced at Zhu Zheng, and suddenly changed his tone, "Of course I'm not saying that meeting Miss Zhu means throwing herself into a frying pan. If I had known that Miss Zhu was so pretty, I would have held a knife to my eldest brother. No, my eldest brother doesn't need to come..."

Although his words were incoherent, Zhu Zheng could already hear the reluctance in his words and said directly, "I'm actually not interested in marriage."

Fang Xichen was stunned for a while, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, "Great! I don't have it either."

The two looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere became much more relaxed than before.

"Then Jing, just think of it as coming here to taste tea first." Zhu Zheng finished her words. Just then, the waiter came in to serve tea and snacks. She stood up and tried to slip away. "Excuse me, I want to go first..."

As the waiter opened the beaded curtain, Fang Xichen looked up and glanced outside unintentionally, and suddenly opened his mouth, "Grandpa Tian, ​​guess who I saw..."

Zhu Zheng didn't hear clearly what he muttered at first, something about grandpa and grandma. She turned her head and looked through the bead curtain, and a tall and handsome figure came into her sight not far away.

The lighting in Shuiyun Tower is exquisite, with layers of thin gauze curtains fluttering, reflecting the familiar tall silhouette, which looks vague and bright, as if it came walking on the clouds.

Zhu Zheng just took a look and turned her head away woodenly.

Fang Xichen saw that she was too calm, "Don't you recognize Fourth Miss Zhu? That's the Grand Tutor!"

Zhu Zheng sat down again woodenly, thinking that he must not go out at this moment. While pouring himself a cup of green plum tea, he said vaguely, "I can't recognize him. I'm not familiar with him."

Fang Xichen was puzzled. "Didn't Miss Azheng go to the autumn hunt? How could she not recognize him? Besides, you were chosen by the Grand Tutor to be the prince's companion at Fanlin Temple. Didn't you become familiar with him along the way?"

These questions were quite rigorous, and Zhu Zheng struggled to come up with a few excuses in her head, "I'm not good at remembering people, and I didn't dare to face the Master Taifu directly during the autumn hunt... As for the group from Fanlin Temple... The Master Taifu doesn't like to chat, and we didn't have much contact."

"Is that so? That's a pity." Fang Xichen thought it made sense.

He couldn't help but say with regret, "I thought Miss A Zheng could introduce me to someone... My elder brother has always regarded the Grand Tutor as a role model. He has collected a lot of his stories and talks about them every day. For example, when Lord Rong tried the case of self-interest for the third time, he established his authority in the court at a young age and helped His Majesty eliminate many hidden dangers..."

As he was talking, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Hey, do you think my elder brother has no intention of getting married because this role model is so obsessed with politics and doesn't care about love affairs?"

Zhu Zheng paused, "This..."

It's not impossible.

Fang Xichen changed the subject again, "But I heard from the attendant who used to be on duty in the lord's palace that he saw the lord Taifu draw a portrait of a woman in the palace. Her face was as beautiful as the bright clouds and fairy dew. She was the one that the lord had been infatuated with for many years."

Zhu Zheng, who was pouring tea, suddenly stopped and the tea spilled all over the table.