Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

When he arrived at the Corner Palace, he actually saw Jin Fu outside the main hall door.

"... Guard Jin Fu, your perseverance is commendable." Zhang Xueming felt a little sympathetic towards him. Normally, he would go back and forth between the Corner Palace and the Blade Palace twice a day. With such a way of walking, he might as well give up the sword skills and focus on leg skills and light skills. That would be the only way to have a future.

Gong Yuanzheng's face was still red, but his eyes followed Zhang Xueming's words and slid to Jin Fu's feet involuntarily. Oops, I thought of the iron feet again. Don't laugh, my brother is in the room.

"Guard Jin Fu, your perseverance is commendable." Gong Yuanzheng, who likes to learn from people close to him, would not give up any opportunity, especially when the object of his ridicule is Jin Fu, who once rubbed salt into his wounds. Humph!

The two men entered the house one after the other, leaving poor Jin Fu confused and having to ask someone to go to the kitchen for more rice and dishes.

Gong Shangjiao was sitting in the tea room, boiling tangerine peel and hawthorn water. He turned his head and looked at the two people. After they bowed, he nodded gently and said, "Come and sit down."

What Zhang Xueming read on that indifferent face that said "everything is under control" was: [Can't these two little guys come slower? They are so annoying. I should have made herbal tea earlier. But my brother is here. As long as I don't say anything, he can make it up on his own.]

As expected, Gong Yuanzheng came over happily and said, "Brother, did you specially make this tangerine peel and hawthorn water for Zhaozhao and me to whet our appetite? Brother, you had expected us to come to Jiaogong at noon, right? Brother, you are so kind to us."

"Yes, Mr. Gong Er is really good to A Yuan." Zhang Xueming sat down with a smile, lowering her eyes and not looking at Gong Shangjiao's face. She originally thought that there was no need to upgrade this skill. If the system wanted her to understand Gong Yuanzheng's thoughts better, then did she still need to guess what Gong Yuanzheng was thinking? It was all written on his face.

"Why did you call Mr. Gong Er again?" Gong Yuanzheng was puzzled. He unceremoniously picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tangerine peel and hawthorn water for himself and Zhang Xueming respectively, and pushed her cup in front of her: "Zhao Zhao, you are engaged to me now, you should change your way of addressing me and call me 'brother'."

Zhang Xueming raised his eyes and glanced at Gong Shangjiao, who was smiling with his eyes downcast, and read: [Just call me brother honestly. If you call me 'brother', I wonder if you will be embarrassed to keep staring at me and taking advantage of me, and even sell me information about my family for money, hehe! ]

She immediately perked up: "Brother." What's there to be ashamed of? Business is based on acquaintances, and this is the money to be made. The news will be sold after dinner, otherwise he might lose his appetite.

Gong Shangjiao was in a good mood: "Be good, we will be family from now on."

The word "family" is stressed, but the emphasis should not be too obvious. It is not a provocation but it is worse than a provocation.

"Mr. Gong Er, you are joking. Haven't we been a family for a long time?" Zhang Xueming smiled and changed the address back. The provocation was also obvious. "Speaking of which, I feel embarrassed to call you 'brother'. I simply lowered Mr. Gong Er's generation. After all, Mr. Gong Er talked with my father at night without my knowledge. When he was in high spirits, he would go to the ancestral temple with my father in the middle of the night to cut off chicken heads and burn yellow paper to swear brotherhood... Where is my second uncle?"

Gong Yuanzheng's pupils trembled: "Brother?!"

"…They didn't hold hands, and didn't you stop them in time?" Gong Shangjiao was depressed. Why bring this up again? Who knows your father will let himself go when he drinks too much? Who knows your father is as strong as you, Zheng Zhaozhao? Who was the person who was dragged away at that time? Zheng Zhaozhao, have you forgotten? "Zheng Zhaozhao, how many times are you going to bring this up?"

"I can use this one handle for the rest of my life." Give up. It's impossible to work for free without getting paid. It's impossible in this life.

Gong Yuanzheng looked at his brother who almost made him "Uncle Gong San", and then looked at his wife who almost became his eldest niece. He secretly thanked his luck in his heart and changed the subject to avoid danger: "Brother, Zhaozhao, the food is here, it's time to eat." Don't say anymore, don't say anymore, I'm going to cry in front of you.

Zhang Xueming glanced at his expression, drank the warm tangerine peel and hawthorn water in one gulp, stood up and left with a smile on his face: "I know, I know, I know you care about your brother the most."

Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Shangjiao who was sitting still with embarrassment, and finally advised: "Brother, you have a bad spleen and stomach, drink two more cups of tangerine peel and hawthorn water, it's not too late to eat when you have an appetite, I will accompany you. Zhao Zhao is young and has a straightforward temper. She didn't mean to expose your shortcomings, brother, don't bother with her - brother, you sit down first, I'll go and coax Zhao Zhao and come back, it's not good to eat if you are angry, you will have a stomachache."

He felt that he had handled the situation very well, so he turned around and left the tearoom as soon as he finished speaking, and hurried to the dining room to coax his wife.

Gong Shangjiao was stunned. He turned his head and saw Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows and gave him a smug look. The teacup was cracked by his hands.

When he went to the dining room, he found that the flower table for rice bowls had been moved to the side of Gong Yuanzheng. Gong Yuanzheng stood there and used a rice spoon to flatten the mountain of rice in a bowl, adding more and flattening it until it could not be flattened anymore. Then he handed it to Zhang Xueming very virtuously: "Zhao Zhao, today the kitchen in Jiaogong is cooking Lvqixiang rice. As the saying goes, 'Southern rice is warm, and new rice is hot'. This rice is good for nourishing the spleen and stomach. You should eat more." Then he poured himself a bowl and flattened it.

"Today's soup is also good. The chicken meatballs are especially well cooked. They are cooked with ginger water to remove the fishy smell, and there is no ginger at all. Ayuan, you can eat a few more." Zhang Xueming returned the favor and made him a bowl of hot winter melon chicken meatball soup, which was also the bowl he usually used for noodles. There were only two small pieces of winter melon, and the soup was also shallow, but the chicken meatballs were full.

The two men were smiling sweetly at each other, but when they saw Gong Shangjiao coming, their smiles faded a little and they looked away. One of them used the mini shallow rice bowl he usually used for meals to serve him rice, and the fluffy rice was level with the rim of the bowl; the other one used the ordinary rice bowl he usually used for soup to serve him soup, with more winter melon in the soup, but no chicken meatballs.

Gong Shangjiao, the owner of Jiao Palace, felt a lump in his throat after eating the meal. As soon as Zhang Xueming put down his chopsticks, he couldn't wait to drive him away: "When you are full, go back to Zheng Palace to play. I don't have time to entertain you here."

Gong Yuanzheng also wanted to leave. Anyone who has done this job knows how to carry water. He was only seventeen years old and didn't want to be so tired.

Zhang Xueming waved his hand and said, "Yesterday I left the gift the elders gave me with you."

"Jin Fu, go give Zheng Zhaozhao the things she coaxed back from the elders yesterday."

Zhang Xueming shook her head: "I am the undisputed champion of this bride trial, right? Where is the reward for the champion?"

"Jin Fu, go to my desk and bring her the black lacquered and gold-patterned wooden box that contains the finest snow lotus."

Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up: "Didn't Mr. Gong Er say that all my food, clothing and expenses for the past year in the palace were covered by Mr. Gong Er? The two gold hairpins I gave as a reward to Madam Fu in the female guest house yesterday were borrowed from A Yuan. Today, A Yuan finally helped me gather the servants, but I can't even take out the reward money. I don't know how embarrassing it is. Mr. Gong Er is both my uncle from my mother's side and the elder brother of my future husband's family. You see..."

“…Jin Fu, take my token and the key to the private vault and take her to pick something.” Gong Shangjiao suppressed his trembling hands and handed the token and a bunch of keys of the Palace Master of Jiao Palace to Jin Fu, who was standing in front of him for the third time. Thinking about the several vaults that were about to be emptied, his heart was bleeding. He hurriedly called back Gong Yuanzheng who was about to go out with Zhang Xueming, and lowered his voice to instruct: “Brother Yuanzheng, you go with her and keep a close eye on her. Don’t let her empty the vault… Understand?”

"I understand, brother." Gong Yuanzheng immediately gave his brother a confident look and turned to chase Zhang Xueming and Jin Fu. Of course he understood how ugly it would be if the warehouse was empty. If you want to take something, pick the good and precious ones, and leave the bulky items in the warehouse for display.