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

It was already bright when Zhang Xueming finished practicing the thirteen basic sword techniques. Even his breathing became a little faster, his cheeks were slightly flushed, but there was no sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Gong Yuanzheng's face flushed red from doing horse stance, with sweat pouring down his forehead, he couldn't help but feel worried: The young man is handsome, but his physical strength is a bit lacking. He can only do this much after a comprehensive physical tempering. How much did he lose in the past?

It seems that I still need to make up for it.

Food supplements are worse than medicine supplements. In the future, drink a bowl of rice oil or millet porridge before each meal to nourish the spleen and stomach; milk cake, red date cake, and red bean cake as snacks to replenish energy at any time; don’t eat greasy supper, and take orange peel cake, Euryale cake, eight-treasure cake, jujube paste yam cake, yam and mung bean cake in turn.

You are still young, you can always make up for it.

"Get up and take a break, then we'll fight back?" Zhang Xueming asked him with a smile.

Gong Yuanzheng got up, but he leaned over and smiled shyly: "I forgot to bring a handkerchief, Zhaozhao, can you help me wipe it?"

Good fellow, he is still thinking about the handkerchief embroidered with a golden retriever that she brought back last night. Zhang Xueming was both angry and amused, and pulled out a white silk handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo in one corner from his waistband and stuffed it into his pocket: "Wipe it yourself, and keep it after you're done."

Gong Yuanzheng's eyebrows, which had just drooped, immediately lifted up.

He grabbed the handkerchief in his hand, but turned his back, raised his sleeve to wipe his face, and stuffed the handkerchief into his waist belt, thinking that he would find a way to get the handkerchief back from the golden retriever when he returned.

Zhang Xueming rested for a quarter of an hour after letting Gong Yuanzheng take a break, and then began her... well, guidance and teaching.

After ten moves, Zhang Xueming could no longer bear it and called for a stop: "No need to stick to the sword techniques, I will defend and you will attack. Come on!"

There was no way. Gong Yuanzheng's talent for martial arts was indeed far inferior to his talent for medicine and poison. He knew the sword skills, but he lacked the spirit to use them, and he couldn't even master them.

Zhang Xueming thought that maybe actual combat would be better?

Then I realized that Gong Yuanzheng was too reckless!

It felt like he could kill all the swordless dogs in the world with the knife in his hand, and he started to slash straight and horizontally with great force.

If he was told not to stick to the sword technique, he would have forgotten the sword technique at all, right? There were only three moves: straight chop, horizontal chop, and diagonal thrust.

There's a kind of crazy beauty in the fight, with no regard for life or death, the level of intimidation is quite good, the madness is off the charts, the precision and strength... it's hard to describe.

The sword technique requires a strong and powerful force. His lower body is relatively stable, but his upper limbs are not strong enough. He has the heart of a berserker, but not the strength of a berserker.

If he practices diligently and hone his skills under Zhang Xueming for fifteen or twenty years, he can barely become a first-rate master. If he wants to improve in the short term, it will not only be difficult for himself but also for Zhang Xueming.

But he also used Qinggong to move closer and farther away. Zhang Xueming stood still as steady as a rock, just watching him fluttering around the field like a little butterfly.

Zhang Xueming's eyebrows were throbbing as he watched. If he hadn't been afraid of dampening Gong Yuanzheng's enthusiasm, he would have knocked the knife out of his hand and spanked him on the butt with the knife.

He drew his sword when he was not standing firmly, with many flaws and never changed. Is this to kill the enemy? This is to give away your life!

God knows how Zhang Xueming endured until Gong Yuanzheng was exhausted and stopped.

The silly boy came up to him breathlessly, asking for praise. Seeing the tired and flushed little face, Zhang Xueming softened his heart and praised him against his conscience, which was rare: "Ayuan is very good."

But this is not a solution. The genius poison master can only use sword training as a way to strengthen his body. The Berserker, a career with no future, is only suitable for power players like her and Gong Shangjiao.

Maybe let him try a hidden weapon next time?

The poison master focuses on control, so he is invincible only at range.

Zhang Xueming saw that he didn't wipe the sweat off his face, but just stared at her eagerly. After a long stalemate with him, she finally pulled out another handkerchief with an orange cat embroidered on the corner from her waistband and motioned him to come over: "Don't do it again next time."

Gong Yuanzheng bent down, squinted his eyes and let Zhang Xueming wipe the sweat off his face.

If he was like a frantically flapping husky during the previous "battle", he has now transformed into a delicate rag doll, feeling so comfortable that he almost made a snoring sound from his throat.

After wiping his face, he even tried to take the handkerchief away, looking nonchalant. Zhang Xueming could only helplessly raise his hand and pat his smooth forehead: "Next time if you do this again, I will ask you to embroider a handkerchief for me yourself."

Gong Yuanzheng chuckled and didn't take it seriously. He even retorted: "Then I'll embroider it. I'm so smart, I'm sure I can learn it right away."

Zhang Xueming turned his eyes away and smiled meaningfully: "Really? That's great."

Because of the presence of the big thunder in the secret room, she and Gong Yuanzheng didn't even say goodbye to Gong Shangjiao before absconding with Su Rong. They didn't even dare to go to Jiao Palace for lunch at noon.

"Don't go to the Jiao Palace for the next few days. Let your brother have some peace and quiet. If he misses you, he will send someone to the Zheng Palace to call you." Zhang Xueming put down his chopsticks.

Gong Yuanzheng thought about how his brother's eyes were red at that time, and he must have been missing his deceased relatives again. Although he was a little sad and worried, he didn't want to bring bad luck to himself after learning from the previous incident before the Lantern Festival last year.

He looked down at the pile of braised duck meat on the small plate in front of him, picked up a piece and nibbled it slowly, listening to her instructing Su Rong: "The braised duck is well done, give two taels of silver to the cook who cooked it, and let him cook the meat dishes for the afternoon."

Gong Yuanzheng's mood immediately improved, and he pricked up his ears to listen to her and the maid's words full of fireworks -

"Snacks should be available at all times, at least three kinds a day. Don't put too little or too much sugar. Milk cakes in the morning are good. They are sweet, delicious and not greasy."

"Prepare tonight's supper as I ordered, and add two large portions of chicken wontons in broth, and two large portions of chicken noodles. Put the chopped green onions in a separate dish, and don't let the chicken noodles have any oil in the broth. Okay, that's all you need to tell the kitchen."

"Let Zhang, the steward, inform all places that from now on, all those who work in the Zheng Palace will be given a monthly salary in addition to the one given to them by the palace. This will encourage them to work diligently and not be lazy."

"..."

They were all trivial matters, but Gong Yuanzheng was fascinated by them.

He had always thought that he was a person who didn't care about enjoyment, but only cared about whether he could help his brother. Now he was not sure, he still cared about his brother, but enjoyment seemed... not bad either.

In the afternoon, Gong Yuanzheng planned to go to the clinic for a tour, and then return to Zhenggong Pharmacy to make skin care products and cosmetics for Zhang Xueming. However, he was reluctant to part with her, so he tried to invite her: "Do you want to go to the clinic? The clinic is under the charge of Zhenggong. I have an exclusive pharmacy there. There are many medicines developed by me, including poisons and others, such as Baizhang Qiansheng, which can make men make women's voices after taking it..."

Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he just nodded reservedly: "Okay."

Her new royal blue round-necked, wide-sleeved shirt embroidered with golden snakes and a white tuberose horse-faced skirt embroidered with stars and moons in red camellia rings seemed out of place in a pharmacy?

It’s okay. Su Rong helped her get a purple cardigan out of the suitcase and she could just put it on when the time comes.

Gong Yuanzheng was unwilling to miss this rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone together. When he reached the entrance of the clinic, he snatched the blouse that Su Rong was holding, crossed his arms and said defiantly, "Go back to Zheng Palace first, and come pick us up before dinner. The clinic is a restricted area, no outsiders are allowed in."