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

In return for the favor, Zhang Xueming took out a long black wooden box from under the desk and placed it in front of Gong Yuanzheng: "Take a look?"

Gong Yuanzheng opened it and found two eight-strand headbands woven with black and gold threads. In the middle of both heads were connected gourd-shaped ornaments inlaid with silver beads. The beads were made of white jade and turquoise, and looked very delicate.

"You pick one and give one to your brother. When you two wear them and go out, others will know at a glance that you two brothers have a very close relationship."

Gong Yuanzheng lowered his head and looked at it for a long time before he nodded gently: "Okay."

Unable to wait to untie the one tied around his forehead, he took the turquoise one and tied it on, then looked up and asked Zhang Xueming: "Does it look good?"

Zhang Xueming was surprised to find that Gong Yuanzheng's eyes were wet again. His expression said: [This is the first time I have received a gift from someone other than my brother. Zhao Zhao is so nice! ]

Zhang Xueming was stunned for a moment, then he gave him a brilliant smile: "Looks good, our A Yuan is the most handsome young man in the world! No doubt about it!"

Seeing him smile shyly, she pretended to sigh casually: "Sure enough, the handsome young man looks good no matter how he dresses up. It seems that I have to think carefully about how to dress our Ayuan in the future... If I make a pink robe, will you like it?"

No matter what color it is, Gong Yuanzheng will always have only one answer: "I like it!"

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At dawn, Gong Shangjiao, who was a little depressed, was about to leave the main hall with his long sword in hand when he saw two people coming in at the door. They were two faces so familiar that his blood pressure soared when he saw them.

"What are you here for?" He looked gloomy and cast a cold gaze at the two people who had just saluted him.

The smile on Gong Yuanzheng's face gradually disappeared, and he lowered his head helplessly. He wanted to twist his fingers again.

Zhang Xueming read from his face: [Humph, you still remember to get up early to practice swordsmanship with me. You two little brats still have some conscience. Hey, what is that in Brother Yuanzheng's hand? Is it a gift for me? Why is he keeping his head down and not talking again? Am I that scary? ]

Zhang Xueming suppressed his laughter and gently pushed Gong Yuanzheng's back: "What are you afraid of? He's your brother. Don't say we didn't empty the Jiao Palace. Even if we did, he wouldn't do anything to you. The whole martial arts world knows that Gong Yuanzheng is Gong Shangjiao's only weakness. How come you, Yuan, are the only ones who don't know? Come on, weak brother, give him the gift for your brother. He's waiting."

Gong Yuanzheng, who heard this for the first time, raised his head suddenly and looked at Gong Shangjiao and Zhang Xueming in surprise.

He was just about to muster up the courage to hand over the box, but he saw Gong Shangjiao frowning and staring at Zhang Xueming. His face was as cold as a knife, cold and indifferent, his eyes were as deep as a cold pond, his voice was full of magnetism but extremely cold, and his whole body exuded a chill that kept strangers away: "Do you know me well?"

Oh no, my brother is angry! Gong Yuanzheng's legs were a little weak, but he still tried to block Zhang Xueming behind him: "Brother, brother, Zhao Zhao didn't mean to speculate..."

"Oh? So Mr. Gong Er thinks I don't know you well enough?" Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up, and he put his hands on his waistband. In his hands, there appeared a small brush with a cap only as long as a finger and a palm-sized booklet, which interrupted Gong Yuanzheng's words that were about to take the responsibility on himself.

She was very happy about Gong Yuanzheng's protection, but this silly boy obviously had such deep feelings for his brother that he was afraid to give in when Gong Shangjiao got tough, which was really hurtful.

Even teeth can knock against lips. Even if they are two brothers who depend on each other, it is impossible for them to have no conflicts in ten years. When there is a conflict, communication is necessary. It is not reasonable for one party to be afraid of giving in when one party is tough. The party who is used to giving in will take it for granted no matter how much he gives in the future. Anyway, he will give in as long as the other party is tough.

How can that work?

Look at her setting an example for this silly boy!

Zhang Xueming held the book in one hand and took off the pen cap with the other. He easily bypassed Gong Yuanzheng and moved closer. He stared at Gong Shangjiao with burning eyes and smiled brilliantly with sharp white teeth, as if he was a beast that could bite off the neck of its prey at any time: "Come on, Mr. Gong Er, please list the things I don't know about you. I will write them down one by one and try to find the answers to you in the shortest time possible. It's okay for me not to know anyone, but it's my fault for not knowing the God of Wealth - of course, the old rules, you know."

Gong Shangjiao, who had already regretted his words as soon as he said them, almost couldn't help but slap himself when he heard these words: I told you to be rude! Look, here she comes, she's walking towards you with her thick skin and claws that are specifically designed to grab your money!

Gong Yuanzheng watched in shock as the situation went off the track in a direction he couldn't understand: his brother looked very angry, but his Zhaozhao walked forward fearlessly, and then... his brother laughed?

Yes, Gong Shangjiao performed a one-second face change on the spot.

He lowered his eyes, curled his lips slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "Zhao Zhao, there is nothing left in the Jiao Palace warehouse, you see..." It was just a slip of the tongue, so don't worry about it. As a businessman, sometimes you have to bow your head, it's not shameful.

"Oh." Zhang Xueming put away the booklet and pen with a cold face, and held the handle of the long sword hanging on his waist. "Then let's go to the martial arts arena to practice swordsmanship. We haven't sparred for a long time."

The subtext is: I'll let you fool me for no reason. If you don't pay, you'll get beaten. Choose!

Even Gong Yuanzheng felt the danger in the situation.

The young man came to his senses with a start, recovering from the shock of his shattered worldview, and hurried forward to interrupt.

So his brother wasn't angry because Zhao Zhao had presumptuously guessed his thoughts, he was just pretending to be angry to tease the two of them, and ended up messing up?

As he stuffed the wooden box into Gong Shangjiao's hand, he winked and hoped that his brother would restrain himself and stop teasing his Zhao Zhao. He felt that if he continued like this, something bad would happen. "Brother, open it and have a look. This is the headband Zhao Zhao made especially for us. It's a brother style. One for you and one for me. She's worked so hard and stayed up all night!"

While holding Zhang Xueming's hand, he said, "Zhao Zhao, don't be sad. My brother is just joking with us, just like what we played yesterday. It's not fun to play games, right?"

Zhang Xueming glanced at him sideways, pouting as if he was unhappy: "You only know how to speak for your brother."

"No, no." Gong Yuanzheng pulled Zhang Xueming away and whispered in her ear, "My brother is your second uncle. It's not good to get angry with your elders. We are of similar age, so we are on the same side, right?"

Zhang Xueming burst into laughter and turned to give Gong Shangjiao a provocative look: "Alright, Ayuan, for your sake, let's just let it go. Next time your brother scares me for no reason, I will empty the secret storage under his warehouse and the secret room under the ink pool, and make him regret it."