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

"Why don't you doubt me?" Gong Shangjiao didn't ask how Zhang Xueming could see so many things from just one meeting. After too many slaps in the face, he had learned to directly accept the core of Zhang Xueming's conclusions instead of completely denying them.

Zhang Xueming glanced at him in surprise, not understanding why he would ask such an obvious question, but still answered honestly: "Mr. Gong Er is the most worthy warrior I have ever seen to be called a 'gentleman'. He is good at self-reflection and self-discipline. When you had many doubts about me, didn't you think of bribing the Zheng family's servants to be your spies? What's more, you are facing other clansmen with the same Gongmen bloodline."

Gong Shangjiao didn't expect to get such an answer. The unexpectedly high evaluation made him feel embarrassed. He habitually wanted to put on a cold face and asked back "Do you know me well?" Fortunately, he came to his senses quickly and did not change his expression or let the words out of his mouth.

"Go on." Gong Shangjiao pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to stare at the teacup as if to conceal his feelings, and tried his best to restrain his excitement. He thought to himself: Is the little monster in a too good mood today? He didn't even respond to the problem with a question, but instead mocked him like a hedgehog. It feels... not bad?

Gong Yuanzheng caught a glimpse of Gong Shangjiao's slightly red ears and the corners of his mouth that slightly raised and then quickly calmed down, and lowered his eyes in understanding.

It was normal. He was often made happy and shy by Zhao Zhao's sincere and frank compliments.

Fortunately, this time his brother didn't scare Zhao Zhao just because he was embarrassed, otherwise he would have to worry about how to coax them both.

Gong Yuanzheng drank the beauty tea comfortably, enjoying this rare moment of peace. He spoke for Zhang Xueming in a good mood and helped Gong Shangjiao divert his attention: "No wonder there are so many servants and guards passing by the main hall of Shang Palace today. I thought that the old and acting palace masters of Shang Palace were useless and couldn't even control the servants in their own palace.

But why did Old Zhiren place so many spies in the Shang Palace? Is he afraid of the old Shang Palace master who is paralyzed in bed and Gong Zishang who has no status in the Shang Palace? Obviously my brother and I are more capable. "

There was no way. After a few times, he was a little scared.

These two people, one is suspicious, calculating, has a strong desire for control, and is most afraid of being seen through and having his weaknesses grasped; the other is sharp, unwilling to suffer losses, does not play by the rules, and has the ability to see through people's hearts at a glance.

Everything is done in reverse.

Even so, the two of them could still trust each other, consider each other, and there was even a deep friendship and a kinship that transcended blood ties between them - Gong Yuanzheng felt incredible when he confirmed these things through many days of observation and clues revealed in the conversations between the two people.

"How do you know he's not afraid of you two brothers? How do you know he hasn't planted spies in your two palaces?" Zhang Xueming looked at this innocent young master lovingly. His thoughts were written on his face. Only he thought it was very secretive. "Think about the Izumo Lotus that was taken away from you two years ago."

Gong Yuanzheng was puzzled: "I have reported the fact that I cultivated the Izumo Heavy Lotus to Old Zhiren and the Council of Elders."

"But Ayuan, you didn't guarantee whether the Izumo Lotus can bloom and when it will bloom." Zhang Xueming smiled, glanced at Gong Shangjiao with a hint of teasing, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "Because you want to leave that Izumo Lotus to your brother who depends on you for life. You hope to cure his injuries, eliminate his fatal weaknesses, improve his internal strength, and ensure that he can return safely, right?"

Gong Yuanzheng nodded, his face a little red, not used to having his thoughts expressed so clearly and directly.

Gong Shangjiao's emotions were beating fast and his eyes were hot as he listened.

He heard Gong Yuanzheng say that the Chuyun Lotus that was taken away was planted for him. But he had never seen the real thing, and Gong Yuanzheng did not express his concerns for him like Zhang Xueming did, so his feelings were not particularly deep.

But it's different now.

After hearing what Zhang Xueming said and watching Gong Yuanzheng secretly looking at him with a shy and admiring smile, Gong Shangjiao immediately understood the unspoken worries of the young man who always stood at the end of the high steps to greet him with a bright smile and every time he saw him out of the palace gate.

"I'm going to the study to get something." Gong Shangjiao found an excuse to get up and leave. Before leaving, he glared at Zhang Xueming in shame and anger. What a thing! He just said what he wanted to say, and suddenly he wanted to tease him. He had to see him lose his composure in front of his brother before he would stop? What a bad little bastard!

"When Mr. Gong Er comes back, bring the paperweight over for me to use." Zhang Xueming was done with the fun, so he withdrew his gaze and asked Gong Yuanzheng, who hadn't figured it out yet, "If there weren't spies like Lao Zhiren in the palace, how would he know that your Izumo Chonglian has blossomed?"

Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips: "I did have doubts at first, but I couldn't find that person. I thought I was overthinking."

"Your talent is not in this area, so don't worry about it. Give me a few more days, and I'll catch the little bugs in Zheng Palace. You can do whatever you want with them."

Gong Yuanzheng was anxious: "Zhao Zhao, I told you, you just need to be happy every day, you don't have to worry about..."

"I am very happy doing this." Zhang Xueming glanced at him and solemnly stated: "I am honing my skills. It has nothing to do with you."

How could Gong Yuanzheng believe it? He was so moved that he looked at Zhang Xueming with such affectionate eyes.

If Gong Shangjiao hadn't come back in time, Zhang Xueming would have wanted to pull him over and kiss him.

Gong Shangjiao handed a long red lacquered wooden box to Gong Yuanzheng, and placed a brass Pixiu paperweight in front of Zhang Xueming: "Where were we talking about?"

"Speaking of which, if you didn't have the people planted by Old Blade in your corner palace, you wouldn't have looked so fooled and willing to be a workhorse at the palace gate. You even wanted to jump up and chop me twice when I said something bad about the palace gate." Zhang Xueming said casually.

"Why are you looking through those old almanacs again?" Gong Shangjiao muttered uncomfortably. Seeing Gong Yuanzheng looking at him curiously, he glared at him unhappily: "Didn't you want a gift? Go look at your gift. Why are you looking at me?"

Zhang Xueming sneered, but did not continue to insult him. He took out a small bag of gold thread and colored rope that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve pocket and knocked on the table.

Gong Shangjiao hurriedly called Gong Yuanzheng: "Brother Yuanzheng, move the chair over here and sit next to me."

Gong Yuanzheng was about to open the box when he was stopped again. He looked at him in confusion, then at Zhang Xueming, and obediently moved his chair to the opposite side.

Gong Shangjiao moved his chair towards the partition, and Gong Yuanzheng just happened to sit opposite Zhang Xueming.

"Lend one hand to Zheng Zhaozhao." Gong Shangjiao instructed: "Help her press the paper to hold down the threads. Remember not to let go easily, otherwise the knot will loosen." He refused to help because his hands were sore.

Zhang Xueming picked out eight strands of royal blue colored rope and eight thin gold threads and held them down with paperweight. Gong Yuanzheng quickly stretched out his right hand to hold down the paperweight, and used his left hand to pick at the lid of the box.

Gong Shangjiao felt uncomfortable, so he took it, opened it and placed it in front of him. Inside were two waist belts, one white and one black, both with bamboo pattern brocade and gold thread lock edges. The black one had a pair of silver carps in the middle and six thin silver chains hanging from it, while the white one had gold.

"One for each of you two, take it back and divide it among yourselves." Gong Shangjiao pointed casually, glancing at the two little ones' suddenly smiling faces, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.