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

Lin Zhenzhen, the bride of Yu Palace, who was wearing a black cross-collared skirt with gold thread embroidery, saw it from afar and asked the maid who had just gone out to watch the excitement: "Who is coming to Yu Palace? What a grand ceremony."

"That's Miss Zheng Gongzhao who is said to look like a fairy."

The fourteen-year-old maidservant, with bright eyes, whispered the gossip she had heard to the new master who was not bad in both means and heart: "I heard that this Miss Zhao is from the century-old family Hunyuan Zheng, and is the only daughter of the patriarch of the Zheng family. She was raised in luxury, and had to eat and wear the best. She had to be served wherever she went. She is beautiful, and her etiquette, manners and demeanor are all first-class. She is a real daughter of a rich family. Master Zheng was impressed by her and went to the female guest house to ask for more than twenty maids to serve her... Miss Zhao came with Master Zheng to pay respects to the elders this time. She has probably met Old Zhiren and Madam Wu Ji, and is going back now."

"Oh, it's that Miss Zheng. No wonder." Lin Zhenzhen's delicate face showed a hint of relief.

Fortunately, Gong Ziyu got drunk again last night, otherwise when he saw the "Fairy Sister" he had been thinking about, he might have done something embarrassing and made Yugong lose face.

She didn't care who the playboy liked or disliked, and she didn't mind if he was willing to get drunk every day and live in a separate room from her.

When she finds an opportunity to succeed, has a child, and has established a firm foothold in the Yu Palace and lives a life of luxury, no one will care whether Master Yu lives or dies.

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After leaving Yu Palace, Gong Yuanzheng was about to complain to Zhang Xueming angrily, but when he thought of the six maids following him, he closed his mouth tightly again, crossed his arms, and pouted his lips so much that a bottle of oil could be hung on them.

Zhang Xueming held back his laughter and did not try to comfort him. He just whispered:

"The sky is above your head and the earth is under your feet. Life all depends on your breath. Remember the three taboos of anger: getting angry, getting angry, and losing your temper. Getting angry can only make yourself angry, and getting angry with each other will only make you more hostile. Banging the table and hitting the stool in anger will make the right thing become wrong.

It is not easy to be born in this world, it is a pity to mistreat yourself; getting angry over trivial matters is pointless when you think about it; I don’t get angry when others get angry, but if I get angry and get sick, no one can help me; who would be happy if I get angry to death, and it would be stressful and tiring;

Don't worry about trivial matters, just turn a blind eye. If someone bullies others by taking advantage of their power, they will eventually perish. If someone betrays me and abandons me, I will let him go. I haven't seen all the beautiful things in life, so why should I get angry? "

As Gong Yuanzheng listened, he put down his arms, and his expression became much better.

When Zhang Xueming finished reading, he couldn't help laughing: "Is this the jingle you made up, Zhao Zhao? It rhymes quite well."

"No, I heard it from outside." The rings and jewelry jingled and the voice was crisp.

"What's your name?"

"The Song of Mo Qi."

"You really didn't make this up just to tease me, Zhao Zhao?"

"No, I don't have that ability."

"Well, if Zhao Zhao says it's not, then it's not. Hey, Zhao Zhao, this is the way to the Corner Palace, right? Didn't you say we should go home?"

"Your brother is in Jiaogong, and you have your own room. Does that mean that only Zhenggong is your home, and Jiaogong is not your home? If it is your home, then it is also my home. What did I say wrong?"

"Hey, that's true." Gong Yuanzheng smiled again, and the sound of the little bell rang happily again.

The maids behind him held back their laughter and followed Zhang Xueming closely, becoming even more resolute in their determination to follow their master unwaveringly.

……

When they arrived at the gate of Jiao Palace, Su Rong stayed behind to accompany them, while the other four, led by Qing Zhi, went back to Zheng Palace first.

Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng entered the main hall of the Corner Palace like birds freed from their bonds.

Gong Yuanzheng naturally took Zhang Xueming's hand and walked into the study room: "Brother, we are back! Brother, we are thirsty!"

I no longer need to be polite, but I feel more relaxed than before.

"If you're thirsty, go make yourself some tea." Gong Shangjiao glanced at him, put down his brush, and asked Zhang Xueming, "How are you? Are the two 'elders' feeling better?"

"Guard Jin Yi said that Old Zhiren had just finished taking the medicine and fell asleep, so Ayuan and I didn't see him. I heard that Master Yu was innocent and kind, and his filial piety was commendable, but it was a pity that I didn't see him today. I guess he must have been taking care of his sick father all night and was so tired that he didn't wake up yet."

The seriously ill father took medicine and fell asleep in broad daylight. The son was not by his bedside, but he slept until that moment without waking up. Think about it, think about it carefully.

Gong Shangjiao lowered his eyes and smiled: "Oh, that's a pity. What about that lady? Seeing you and brother Yuanzheng look happy, I guess that lady is getting better soon?"

Zhang Xueming also lowered his eyes and smiled: "That's right, it's just a mere cold. If you take the medicine according to Elder Yue's prescription for two more days, you will be able to see the lanterns on the Lantern Festival. As for whether the old illness will recur in the future, how can we mortals know in advance?" Don't worry, I guarantee that she will survive the Lantern Festival in excruciating pain and unable to move, and she will definitely not die in vain during the New Year.

She thought for a moment and added, "It's funny, that lady may have caught a cold earlier. Even if Yu Gong thought our A Yuan was too young, he ignored all the doctors in the clinic and didn't ask Elder Yue, an elder with superb medical skills. He just made some medicine and treated the lady. He was afraid that the dosage was not enough to cure the disease, so he even gave her double the dosage, which led to rumors that the lady was old and had a short time to live... Mr. Gong Er, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

After drinking the double-strength dispersing medicine all at once, the process of gradually dissipating the internal energy turned into a fire falling into a pile of gunpowder. Not only were the Dantian meridians destroyed, but the sudden burst of internal energy also injured the lungs, causing excessive blood loss.

Elder Yue used a golden needle to lock the acupuncture points to save Madam Wu Ji's life, and also faked a cold and low-grade fever. He probably didn't want people to find out that he and Old Zhiren helped Wufeng Assassin conceal his identity, and he didn't want Madam Wu Ji to die at this moment, which would make people think of the former young master. In addition, Master Yue who always used Wufeng Assassin from the front mountain as a "medicine man"... The Moon Palace in the back mountain can also be considered a continuation of the same lineage?

Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Shangjiao, then at Zhang Xueming, and felt that there was something behind the words between the two people, just like before he went to Jiaogong, which made him confused. And the same smile made him feel uneasy.

He knew that asking now would not only not get him an answer, but would probably make his brother look at him helplessly, as if he were looking at an ignorant child.

Gong Yuanzheng swallowed the question that was about to come to his lips, watched silently, and tried hard to write down what the two people said, preparing to ask her again when he was alone with Zhang Xueming in the evening.

"Do you have any questions?" Gong Shangjiao stood up and brushed his sleeves. "Let's talk in the tea room."

Gong Yuanzheng didn't respond. He saw that Gong Shangjiao was looking at Zhang Xueming when he spoke.

He and Zhang Xueming followed Gong Shangjiao to the tea room. The low couches on both sides of the tea table had been removed and replaced with single-seat square floor-standing chairs with armrests and backrests and no legs.