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

Gong Yuanzheng followed Zhang Xueming's advice and treated copying the "Palace Family Rules" as practicing calligraphy. He kept a calm mind and did not find it that difficult.

He had seen Zhang Xueming's handwriting. Her regular script was dignified and her running script was free and easy, with its own style, which was consistent with the impression she gave people.

Gong Yuanzheng naturally wanted to practice calligraphy, if for no other reason, just because of Zhang Xueming's words -

"Handwriting is a person's face." Zhang Xueming told him: "No matter how good-looking a person is, if his handwriting looks like chicken claws, is it good-looking? There are many people in this world who like to judge people by their handwriting, and scholars pay more attention to it. You always hand in a visiting card before you visit someone's house, because you are afraid that someone in his family will pay attention to this. Some people have the rule that they have to see your handwriting before deciding whether to meet you in person."

What Zhang Xueming didn't say was that her father Zheng was not like that, but her father Zhang who was far away in the northern border was like that.

When her father Zhang left home, he was aggressive and wielding an eighty-jin heavy sword to chop the barbarians like chopping melons and vegetables, with his eyes shining and no image at all. When he came home, he acted like a gentle and elegant beauty, unable to lift anything heavier than a brush. He had the arrogance of a son of a noble family, but also the fussiness of a scholar.

He likes to judge people by their calligraphy, paintings, chess, and the zither... In short, he knows all four of them.

Of these four items, Zhang Xueming estimated that Gong Yuanzheng could practice calligraphy, but whether he had learned the others was still a question, so he would not force him. He did not ask him to write well, but he had to have the most basic square and round shapes of regular script.

Otherwise, she would have no choice but to travel around the world with her young master.

Zhang Xueming stopped what he was doing, moved his neck and shoulders, and opened the proficiency panel to see that the values ​​of his spiritual awareness, "Qilin Forging God Technique", and embroidery skills had indeed increased.

On the vertical circular floral frame specially used for embroidering robes, the six bloodstains on the front of the ivory crepe satin undershirt had been completely covered by six red carps with gold edges, less than an inch in size, swimming downstream.

When I looked again at the thuja incense in the incense burner, there was only a little over half an inch left, which meant that almost an hour had passed.

Her speed is beyond common sense.

But in the world of martial arts, if there is Dongfang Bubai who can create a large peony painting in an instant, why can't there be another Zhang Xueming? She has more spiritual support than Dongfang Bubai, so if she is slower, it would be embarrassing to be called a cheat.

But the work cannot be completed in one day, and she did not plan to finish it in one day. Shouldn't she give the young man some expectations? Next time, she would teach him how to split the line, so that he would also feel a little involved.

As soon as Zhang Xueming stopped, Gong Yuanzheng couldn't sit still anymore.

He could study medicine and poison without sleep, and he didn't find it boring to tend to flowers and plants, but when he concentrated on practicing calligraphy, especially on dull things like palace rules, half an hour was the limit.

If he endured for another minute, he would have the illusion of having difficulty breathing, as if he was back in the early hours of that morning when he was forced by his brother to help copy six official documents.

"Zhao Zhao, you've worked hard. Can I give you a massage?" Gong Yuanzheng moved forward without losing any opportunity.

Zhang Xueming glanced at him and understood. Pointing at the undershirt on the floral frame, she lowered her eyes and revealed a little frustration: "It's still early to finish, Ayuan, you can't go out wearing new clothes today."

Gong Yuanzheng was looking for an opportunity to get close to her and have a kiss, but the next second, his eyes fell on the flower frame and he was stunned:

On the front of the ivory crepe satin undershirt, there were six tiny red carps with gold edges. They could not be described as lifelike, but it was as if six live fish were placed directly on the clothes. They shook their heads and tails, and were about to swim out of the fabric into reality.

Zhang Xueming was very satisfied with his reaction.

It would be abnormal if she wasn't surprised. The flat embroidery created a 3D effect, which was based on a beautiful moment that she had left in her memory palace. What she pursued was authenticity.

Gong Yuanzheng reached out and touched it carefully to make sure it was not a living creature. When he turned to look at Zhang Xueming, the amazement in his eyes almost materialized.

Zhang Xueming thought that this childish young man was going to praise her loudly. Even if he didn't say it out loud, he would show an expectant look in his eyes, hoping that she could finish the work as soon as possible so that he could wear it around and make everyone jealous of him.

Gong Yuanzheng sat opposite Zhang Xueming, gently held Zhang Xueming's hands, and massaged each of her fingers, from the knuckles to the fingertips.

He lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Zhao Zhao, let's stop here today and stop embroidering, okay?" After a pause, he continued, "From now on, I will only embroider one... no, half a fish a day, okay?"

Zhang Xueming was stunned. She asked in confusion, "Ayuan, don't you want to wear new clothes early?" Then she emphasized with a hint of temptation, "It's unique. No one else has it except you."

The word "unique" made Gong Yuanzheng's eyes light up, and Zhang Xueming could see that he was very excited.

He hesitated for only a second before firmly shaking his head, his tone also firming up: "But that would be too tiring for you."

He took Zhang Xueming's hand and gently rubbed her fingertips with his cheek, with only pity on his face: "Even if I don't know how to embroider, just looking at the fish you embroidered, there is no difference between it and the real one, I also know that this is not something that can be done casually. You must have put all your heart and soul into it when you embroidered. You embroidered like this for half an hour, it must have taken a lot of effort, right?

I just sat there writing, and after half an hour I couldn't stand it anymore. You stare at such a tiny needle tip, and use such fine thread to embroider so many color changes. Don't your eyes get sore? Don't your fingers hurt? Don't your shoulders get stiff?

Zhao Zhao, I'm not lying to you, I'm really happy to receive a gift. I've only received gifts from my brother and you since I was a child, even my parents have never given me a gift...

But I can’t do that. I can’t let Zhao Zhao keep giving just because I’ll be happy to receive a gift. That’s not right.”

In the incense burner, the tip of the Thuja sutchuenensis incense stick went out, and the last bit of its calming fragrance escaped and blended silently into the air.

Gong Yuanzheng looked into Zhang Xueming's eyes and said seriously, "Now I can see Zhao Zhao every day, and I can be with Zhao Zhao every day. We can eat together, chat together, read together, play together, and make lanterns together... That's enough. I am already very happy.

Zhao Zhao doesn’t have to accommodate me and take care of me all the time. Zhao Zhao can be herself. I like all kinds of Zhao Zhao. If she doesn’t want to laugh, she doesn’t have to laugh. If she doesn’t want to talk, she doesn’t have to talk. Even if she doesn’t want to do what her brother asks her to do, it doesn’t matter. I’m here for her.”

The young man with a childish face had a serious expression and looked very reliable.

So, do you want to lean on me?

Zhang Xueming's hands were quicker than his brain and he hugged the person opposite him.

There was no intimate whispering, no sweet whispering, just a simple hug.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, then hugged her back even harder.

This silent embrace did not last long.

When they parted, Zhang Xueming smiled at him, a smile that was brighter, more charming, and more sincere than any other time before.

"How does Yuan know that I got nothing?"

She dropped this strange remark and left to change her clothes.

Gong Yuanzheng, whose mind went blank due to the shock of that smile, was left sitting there, thinking hard.

Suddenly, he remembered what his brother said when he hugged him ten years ago: "You are the best gift God has given me."

"So, Zhaozhao also wants to tell me that I am the best gift God has given her?" Gong Yuanzheng murmured, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

He held his face and grinned foolishly.

"Ayuan, let's go, it's time to go out."

"Coming! Zhaozhao, wait for me!" Gong Yuanzheng got up, patted his robe casually, and quickly chased after him.

It seems that nothing has changed, yet it seems that something has changed quietly.