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

After eating and drinking his fill, his nerves relaxed and the pent-up fatigue suddenly could no longer be suppressed. Gong Shangjiao felt a little sleepy.

In the past, he would have relied on his great willpower to immediately say goodbye, return to the Corner Palace to meditate, practice swordplay, and then start a new day of work. Now...

He did not want.

I just don’t want to leave this warm atmosphere, I just don’t want to suppress my sleepiness, I just don’t want to work.

With such willful thoughts in his mind, Gong Shangjiao still sat upright with his back straight, but his reaction was a little slower than usual.

In response to Zhang Xueming's question, he raised his eyelids slightly and gave Zhang Xueming a dead look: "No."

The Jiao Palace is similar to the Zheng Palace. The servants who didn't have time to evacuate died in the ten-year catastrophe, and the skills of the few new cooks are average.

At first, Gong Shangjiao had to observe mourning and eat vegetarian food for three years, but he could eat snacks. But the kitchen couldn't even make vegetarian snacks that he liked, and the steamed buns tasted sour, so he couldn't eat them. It was not good to worry about eating during the mourning period, so he had to give up.

Later, Gong Shangjiao found that when his body was tortured by hunger, the pain in his heart seemed to be slightly relieved, so he simply ate only once a day, practiced swordplay on an empty stomach, did things on an empty stomach, and got up to practice when he was too hungry to sleep... Gradually, he got used to forcing himself to spin like a top when hungry, squeezing himself to the extreme.

Many of his habits were developed during the year of loss.

Pain and guilt always attacked him when he stopped. He wanted revenge but had to work hard for the livelihood of the palace. The burning feeling of not being able to vent his hatred spurred him on and drove him forward until...

"Brother, Ayuan and I are going to practice calligraphy, are you coming?"

"Go." Before Gong Shangjiao's brain could react, his mouth had already made the decision for him.

He let his thoughts run wild, let himself get sleepy, let his mind fall into chaos. What was there to be afraid of? His brothers and sisters were by his side, they were safe.

Gong Shangjiao stood up lazily, without tidying up his robe for the first time, and followed the two children step by step to Zhang Xueming's study. He watched her take out a wooden box to put the brushes, inkstones, paper, paints and books into it, and called the maid to hold it: "Let's go to Ayuan's place, his place is big."

Gong Shangjiao followed closely to the tea room in the side hall. Others could not see it, but Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng found that this person was already in a confused state, acting completely on instinct.

The two of them exchanged glances. Gong Yuanzheng wanted to say something, but saw Zhang Xueming shook his head slightly and closed his mouth again.

The maid put down the wooden box and left the side hall.

Gong Shangjiao stood there with his eyes downcast, and Zhang Xueming asked Gong Yuanzheng to bend down, and whispered in his ear, "Ayuan, take brother to the bedroom. He needs to rest."

Gong Yuanzheng walked over and called him twice, but he didn't respond. Gong Yuanzheng didn't dare to pull him rashly, because a warrior's instinctive reaction was no joke.

Zhang Xueming also came over: "Brother."

Gong Shangjiao's eyelids twitched, and Zhang Xueming reached out and tentatively grabbed his sleeve and shook it: "Brother, shall we go?"

Gong Yuanzheng also grabbed his other sleeve: "Brother, shall we go?"

"Okay." Gong Shangjiao responded vaguely, and really followed the two of them, so obedient that he seemed like a different person.

In the bedroom, Gong Yuanzheng helped him take off his outer robe and untied his waist belt. He suddenly grabbed Gong Yuanzheng's wrist and asked, "What are you doing?"

The voice was still unclear, and although there was a hint of alertness, it was not much, and the hand that grabbed Gong Yuanzheng's wrist did not use much force.

"Brother, it's time for you to rest." Zhang Xueming touched the acupoint on Gong Shangjiao's right elbow, and then he let go.

Zhang Xueming pulled Gong Shangjiao over, made him sit on the edge of the bed, and instructed Gong Yuanzheng to help him take off his hair crown.

When Gong Yuanzheng took off his hair crown, he subconsciously tensed his muscles to fight back. However, Zhang Xueming pressed his forehead with one hand and held his cervical vertebra with the other, and then he received a series of massage moves.

Gong Yuanzheng stared at his tall and mighty brother in amazement and only had time to utter a light rebuke: "Zheng Zhaozhao, you are being naughty again!"

He was kneaded into a soft pancake without any resistance, and could only hum softly while lying on the bed.

Gong Shangjiao was already sleepy and drowsy, and now he was being pinched until his bones and muscles were softened, which was so comfortable that even the faint humming sound disappeared after a while.

"Ayuan, come and help."

Gong Yuanzheng came back to his senses and hurried over to follow instructions to move Gong Shangjiao's long legs onto the bed, take off his shoes and socks, and spread out the quilt to cover him.

"What to do now?" Gong Yuanzheng asked stupidly. His brother just fell asleep like that? And he let down all his guard. It was too unreal.

"Do our own thing." Zhang Xueming was not surprised and pulled Gong Yuanzheng away.

When the bedroom door was about to close, the person on the bed suddenly turned over and asked, "Where are you going?"

Gong Yuanzheng was startled. Zhang Xueming said unhappily, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just guarding you outside. Go to sleep quickly. If you keep nagging, I'll throw you out!"

The effect was very good and the bedroom became quiet immediately.

When they got to the tea room, Gong Yuanzheng took out the brush, ink, paper and inkstone from the wooden box while whispering to Zhang Xueming: "Zhao Zhao, what do you think happened to my brother?"

"What else can I do? I stayed up too late and got hurt."

"How is that possible? My brother is the one who can stay up late the most. Every day..."

"Meditating for one or two hours is equivalent to a whole day." Zhang Xueming recited his previous words expressionlessly.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't dare to speak. He blinked his eyes, set up the secretary's stand that Zhang Xueming had someone make for him, turned the page of the family rules and put it on the shelf, and started copying the book honestly.

Zhang Xueming walked back and forth adjusting the bronze mirror lighting device that imitated the one installed in her study.

It only took a quarter of an hour for the tea room to become bright. Zhang Xueming didn't use his spiritual sense, but he could hear the extra, slow and powerful heartbeat two cubicles away just by hearing.

Neither approaching nor leaving, there's no telling what that damn honeycomb coal spirit wants to do!

This isn't a case of paranoia, this is an addiction to eavesdropping! ?

Zhang Xueming cursed in his heart, but spread out the rice paper expressionlessly and took out the paint.

"Are you angry?" Gong Yuanzheng moved closer to her, crawled his fingers under her wide sleeves, and hooked them with hers. "I didn't stay up late last night, you know."

"Yeah, so I'm not mad at you." Zhang Xueming raised his hand and touched his face, without lowering his voice at all, "I'm mad at that stupid brother who set a bad example for you."

It turned out that it was all for him. Gong Yuanzheng's heart blossomed, and the little jealousy he had felt because of what happened just now disappeared.

He rubbed Zhang Xueming's palm, thought for a moment, and said, "Zhao Zhao shouldn't be angry with his brother. It's not that he doesn't want to rest, he just, just..."

"I am just used to putting the palace and family above everything else. I always forget that I am a human being, not an omnipotent god."

Although Zhang Xueming had seen Gong Shangjiao's changes, she had seen his extraordinary sense of responsibility. It's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. She was still worried that Gong Shangjiao would suddenly become crazy and drag Gong Yuanzheng to work with him as a workhorse.

How to do?

Since ancient times, the true feelings have not been retained, and only the routines have won the hearts of the people.

Zhang Xueming calmed down in a second, turned around and looked at Gong Yuanzheng, and said sadly: "You know, Ayuan, sometimes I have a feeling that Gongmen is a tree that looks lush and leafy, but is actually full of holes inside. It relies on its huge roots to desperately absorb nutrients to maintain the illusion of prosperity. Brother is that root, silently providing nourishment and silently being ignored. All along, you are the only one who is willing to dig up the soil, catch insects and water him... I'm really afraid that one day he will not be able to hold on."