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

Nanny Guixiang brought an apricot-yellow silk dress for Zhu Zheng to change into.

The skirt was made of the finest silk, and was covered with silver flowers on the hem of the soft gauze. Her hair was combed with great care, and her temples were pinned with many jingling pearls and jade.

Such a familiar scene made Zhu Zheng alert.

After washing up, she was taken out of the mansion. Zhu Zheng got off the carriage and found that she had arrived at a ferry.

"Get on board, Fourth Miss." Nanny Guixiang said a few words to the boatman and turned back to urge Zhu Zheng.

"Where are we going by boat?" Zhu Zheng asked.

"Yaoguang Island."

"Who's waiting there?"

Mammy didn't say anything.

This loyal servant has always been obedient. I think my grandmother must have specifically instructed her to do so.

Zhu Zheng knew that she couldn't get any more out of him, so she smiled indifferently and got on the boat obediently.

This is a very ordinary black-sailed boat with a low roof. In the narrow cabin are two bamboo chairs, a low table and a chess set.

Nanny Guixiang stood at the bow and looked up at the sky. "I'm afraid it's going to rain. I'll go get an umbrella. Miss Fourth will wait here."

"Yeah." Zhu Zheng nodded.

The weather was not very good, with a few dark clouds hanging in the sky. The wind made the boat sway slightly, and soon Zhu Zheng's eyelids began to droop and he began to feel sleepy.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, the boat suddenly sank, and then the curtain was lifted. The dazzling light made Zhu Zheng raise her hands to cover her eyes.

The young man in white who had bent over and leaned in stopped moving, a look of surprise on his handsome face.

The moment she saw who was coming, she suddenly understood what her grandmother's "arrangement" was.

"Sir," the boatman said, "the girl inside came early, and I thought you two were in the same boat, so I let her on board."

"Is this the boat you booked?" Zhu Zheng asked.

The young man in white was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and nodded.

"Sorry, I'll go down first." Zhu Zheng said and stood up.

The young man did not move aside, "Why is Fourth Miss Zhu here?"

When Zhu Zheng heard his address, she felt cold in her heart, but pretended to be surprised, "Sir, you recognize me?"

"Excuse me." The young man in white was embarrassed by the question and bowed quickly, "Zhenguogong Mansion, Wen Boqiu."

Of course Zhu Zheng knew who he was.

The Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion produced many famous generals who were extremely martial. However, the sixth son of the Duke of Zhenguo was a gentle and refined scholar who was not even capable of tying a chicken.

"Is Fourth Miss Zhu going to the island too?" Wen Boqiu was still standing in front of the boat awning, his tone somewhat unsteady, "There are no boats at this time. If Fourth Miss Zhu doesn't mind, you can go with me..."

I guess I won’t be able to wait for Nanny Guixiang to come back.

Grandmother really didn't have confidence that someone would come to propose marriage and marry her in a formal way. So in her eyes, Zhu Zheng was at a disadvantage for not marrying her privately despite having such a troublesome face.

Zhu Zheng actually felt that her anxiety was so severe that it was a bit pitiful.

She laughed at herself and replied, "Okay."

The black-sailed boat slowly sailed out of the ferry. Wen Boqiu did not enter the hold, but stood at the bow and chatted with the boatman.

To be fair, Zhu Zheng didn't have a good impression of Wen Boqiu.

Zhu Zheng had always felt resentful about the "fickle" acquaintance at the beginning. When his grandmother accused him, his face was always red and he could only say "innocent".

No one believed him, including Zhu Zheng.

But today he still knew to avoid suspicion, which was quite a legacy of an ancient gentleman. This made Zhu Zheng feel a little relieved.

The boat trip to the island takes about half an hour. Halfway through the journey, the wind becomes stronger and stronger, ripples appear on the lake, and soon there is a sudden light rain.

"Spring weather is like a child's face, it changes in an instant." The boatman hurriedly took out his bamboo hat and put it on, "Young man, you should go in and hide from the rain!"

Wen Boqiu had nowhere to stay, so he had to get on the boat and sit far away.

"Sorry, I'll be out as soon as the rain stops."

"No problem." Zhu Zheng just wanted to ask something, "I suddenly remembered that I met Master Wen at the Waterside Poetry Gathering at Lanyue Pavilion a few days ago?"

"Miss, do you remember?" Wen Boqiu's eyes lit up slightly. "I thought Wanwan would not notice Wen, and even asked someone to inquire about him..."

"Where does Master Wen rest at night?"

"what?"

"Is it the end of South Garden?"

"Yes……"

"You never left all night?"

"Never."

As expected, the answer is still the same.

Her eyes fell on the chessboard on the table, and Zhu Zheng suddenly had an idea. It seemed that someone had already made a move ahead of her, holding her chess piece firmly in his hand and calculating her every move, while she couldn't even guess who the chess player behind her was.

"Why would Miss Zhu ask this?" Wen Boqiu looked a little suspicious.

"Nothing." Zhu Zheng evaded the question casually, "I just thought Master Wen's name was elegant, so I took a closer look at the list."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Boqiu avoided her gaze and lowered his head.

Zhu Zheng looked back and saw his pair of red ears.

Why is he reacting like this...

He seemed to be like this when he proposed marriage in his previous life, as if he was hiding some unspeakable feelings, and it didn't seem like it was a spur of the moment move.

But Zhu Zheng had no impression of him at all, and finally couldn't help but get straight to the point and asked the question that had been bothering her for two lifetimes.

"Master Wen, have we met before the poetry meeting?"

Wen Boqiu was stunned by her sudden question for a long time. After hesitating for a few times, he finally said, "On March 3rd two years ago, at Su Dongling's Hundred Flowers Festival, Miss Zhu played the role of the Apricot Blossom Goddess..."

Long-lost memories came flooding back.

Su Dongling would hold a garden party on March 3rd every year, inviting young talents and noble ladies from all over the capital.

The women in the family like to dress up as the twelve flower gods and hold a parade on a high platform.

It happened that day that a daughter who had been promised to come did not come, so the Twelve Flower Gods sent an apricot fairy and invited Zhu Zheng, who barged in to join in the fun, to take her place.

She found it interesting and agreed.

Xingxian's wide-sleeved skirt was intricate and gorgeous, and her hair was pinned with flowers. I vaguely remember that when she changed her clothes and came out, someone happened to be playing the flute.

The sound of the flute is as sharp as silk, the fallen petals dance in the wind, the garden is full of beautiful fragrance and laughter.

It is truly a wonderful time like no other in the world.

She was at that age, when she was carefree. In this life, only two years had passed, but her state of mind had changed, as if she had been resurrected from the dead.

"At that time, Fourth Miss Zhu was distributing blessings to the audience, and I caught one." Wen Boqiu's words brought Zhu Zheng back to her senses.

"What welfare?"

Wen Boqiu took off the purse attached to the jade pendant and took out a sachet from it. It was made of the most ordinary yellow cloth with a big "Fu" character written on it in cinnabar.

It turned out to be this object.

Zhu Zheng had seen this thing when he came to the Zhu Mansion to propose marriage in his previous life.

His expression and words at that time seemed to make everyone think that he was a token of love between the two of them, but Zhu Zheng had never seen him before.

She ended up talking a lot for nothing.

Seeing Zhu Zheng's slightly knitted brows, Wen Boqiu hurriedly explained, "The fourth lady threw it on the high platform. Everyone has this sachet. You said it's for safety, but I just thought it was a good omen, so I kept it."

It is hard to find fault with this statement.

Wen Boqiu put the sachet back into his purse carefully. Seeing Zhu Zheng still staring at it, he added, "I'm afraid it will get torn."

He treated it so preciously and had made a fuss about it in his previous life, which made Zhu Zheng feel a little strange.

No wonder.

No wonder she was dressed like this today, it must have taken a lot of effort for her grandmother to find out. Grandmother rarely spends time thinking about her, if she performs mediocrely, I'm afraid there will be no next chance.

Just when Zhu Zheng was worrying about how to seize this opportunity, the boat was approaching the shore amid the swaying blue waves.

From a distance, you can see a row of carved pleasure boats neatly parked on the shore.

Is there any gathering on Yaoguang Island today?

An ominous premonition crept up his spine, and Zhu Zheng looked up at the shore.

In the shadows of the lotus leaves, one could vaguely see quite a few people gathered together, all dressed elegantly, setting up wine cups by the lake. It was quite a lively scene.

Among the crowd, the person sitting at the top was wearing a silver crown with hanging ribbons, leaning against the railing alone, his crimson-purple sleeves fluttering in the wind, and green willows hanging down, hiding most of his appearance.

Zhu Zheng only took a glance and immediately recognized which deity it was.