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

Gong Yuanzheng touched his gloves and smiled: "Don't worry, big sister, I never treated you as a young girl."

Gong Zishang smiled at first: "That's good." Then, realizing something was wrong, he raised his lips and bared his teeth, glaring at him: "You stinky little brother, do you know how to talk? This pair of exquisite gloves is ingenious, just like me, with a price but no market... No, there is a market but no price."

Gong Yuanzheng also reacted, raised his lips and bared his teeth and glared back: "Big sister, who are you calling a stinky man?"

Gong Zishang glanced at him disdainfully: "A man who has not reached adulthood is not considered a man, and even if he is engaged, he is not considered a man. Also, Gong Er is not anxious, so why are you anxious?"

Gong Shangjiao stopped smiling and held out his hand: "Big sister, my gift?"

Gong Zishang glared at him: "You are only a few months younger than me, and you are still the swordsman of the palace gate. You ask me for a gift? Sister Zhaozhao and brother Yuanzheng have given me gifts. Where is the gift you prepared for me?"

"it's here."

Gong Shangjiao took a flat box from the boxes piled beside him with his left hand and put it on the table, but he held it down and did not give it to her. He stretched out his outstretched right hand in front of her.

"What's wrong with holding a sword? Even if he's a few months younger than you, he's still younger. Big sister, here's a gift."

Gong Zishang was choked by the attitude of not releasing the eagle until the rabbit is seen.

Luckily, she brought another bag of newly made gadgets with her younger siblings to play with, which came in handy.

She casually took one out of her bag and handed it over: "Here, brother Shangjiao, this is your New Year's gift."

It is a replica of the copper ball timer that Gong Yuanzheng made for Zhang Xueming.

Gong Shangjiao didn't think she was being perfunctory. He took it with his right hand and pushed the small wooden box over with his left hand.

In the box was a pair of white jade combs that could be used as headdresses, one carved with a butterfly and the other with a magnolia flower.

It was so expensive that Gong Zishang was embarrassed to pick out a clockwork tin frog from his bag and give it to him: "I almost forgot, the gift has to come in pairs."

Seeing that Master Xue was looking at them with envy, Xue Chongzi pretended to be nonchalant, but glanced at them from time to time, and took out four more things from his bag with a smile, two for each of them: "They are all toys, my new creations."

Master Xue looked at Xue Chongzi, who nodded. Only then did he thank him happily and took the gift away.

Xue Zhongzi took out several small bags from his sleeve pocket and gave one to each of Gong Shangjiao and the others: "Lotus Heart Tea, it clears the heart and moistens the lungs, and is good for the body."

Fortunately, he plucked half of the ordinary snow lotus before going out, took out the lotus core and installed them in groups of two. Otherwise, as an elder, how could he have the nerve to accept gifts from the younger generation?

Gong Shangjiao didn't expect them to come, so he didn't prepare any gifts. But he wasn't afraid. Zhang Xueming left for a while after dinner. There were three boxes beside him that she had put there, including the one for Gong Zishang.

There was a box containing a silver hair crown and a moon-white waist seal with cloud patterns, which he gave to Master Xue. There was another box containing incense pills and a wearable gold incense ball, which he gave to Xue Chongzi.

Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng jointly presented Xue Gongzi and Xue Chongzi with a gift, a box of 18 Tang fruits with various flowers and a box of six books. They were all collected by Zhang Xueming when he was free, two daily recipe books with pictures of the cooking process, two Dayan scenery pictures, and two pictures of festivals in various places.

Xue Gongzi and Xue Chongzi were overjoyed and smiled like two little kids while holding the books.

Gong Shangjiao tapped the table with his fingers, gave one of the two large boxes he had prepared to Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng, and then asked, "Where's mine?"

"Brother's has been sent to Chunyangju. You will be able to see it when you return."

Zhang Xueming opened the lid of the box, and a set of flower-shaped tea sets was embedded in the black velvet. From the flat square porcelain pot to the teacup, the color was like the sky that appeared through the gaps in the clouds after a heavy rain, pink and green, high and pure.

It was so beautiful that Zhang Xueming's eyes were sparkling with stars. She said "Thank you, brother" very loudly and gave Gong Shangjiao a very sweet smile.

Gong Yuanzheng had a short sword with a scabbard inlaid with various gems and a dark leather hidden weapon bag.

Gong Yuanzheng had a premonition but was not very sure. He picked up the dagger, closed his eyes, held his breath, and slowly drew the knife.

Just near the handle, there is a small word "Yuan" engraved on the blade.

Gong Yuanzheng stared at the word blankly, sheathed his sword after a while, and smiled with red eyes: "Thank you, brother."

Gong Shangjiao lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's a little late to send it, I'm glad you like it."

After the show, Gong Shangjiao hurried back to Chunyangju to see the gifts that Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng had given him.

In the tea room, six boxes of different sizes were quietly placed in front of the tea table.

I opened the first one and found two small porcelain boxes with screw-top lids, which contained anti-inflammatory ointments and instructions for use.

When he opened the second one, he found a stack of thirty-six soft black silk handkerchiefs with gold-threaded edges.

Gong Shangjiao frowned slightly. It was not appropriate to do this just to make up the numbers.

When I opened the third one, I found a set of light brown round-necked robe embroidered with two white-haired puppies, one sitting and the other lying under a laurel tree.

Gong Shangjiao held his forehead with his hand, unable to imagine how many palace guards would be frightened if he wore such a bright color.

Opening the fourth one, you will find a complete set of accessories from hair crowns to jade pendants.

Gong Shangjiao liked it, but he always felt that something was missing.

He lazily opened the fifth one and found two scrolls of paintings inside, tied with a red ribbon.

The scroll on the left was unfolded, and the painting was horizontal. It showed the three siblings, all wearing royal blue brocade clothes, and the color was applied by him, so there were no surprises.

The scroll on the right was unfolded to one-third of the page, and the person who was leaning on the stool suddenly sat up straight, his hands shaking a little.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The scroll slowly unfolded, and before him appeared his father, mother, his younger brother Lang, and himself when he was seventeen years old.

The sun was shining brightly, and the family stood in front of the main hall of the Corner Palace, smiling as they looked at the 27-year-old man outside the painting.

Gong Shangjiao's tears suddenly fell.

He sat there quietly, holding the scroll, his eyes blurred with tears but he was reluctant to blink.

It was not until the midnight bell rang that he woke up from his dream and said to his family in the painting in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, don't worry."

He rolled them up carefully and put the box aside. He wanted to hang both paintings in his bedroom and look at them every day.

The last box contained six booklets, five of which were picture books: one about Jiao Gong's daily life, one about his ten years as a brother, one about the daily life of three siblings, one about a funny four-frame comic strip about Gong Men, and one about the graphic version of the changes made to his swordplay and light-footedness.

There was only one booklet left. I opened it and saw Gong Yuanzheng’s handwriting on the first page. It read: Brother, are you crying?

Below, the Q version of Gong Yuanzheng and Q version of Zhang Xueming stared with their eyes wide open.

Gong Shangjiao turned another page. He saw handwriting he didn't recognize. He knew it was Zhang Xueming's handwriting: Brother, are you surprised? Are you surprised?

Below, two Q-version figures are laughing.

Gong Shangjiao's feeling of being touched turned into anger and amusement.

"Two evil little bastards!"

After cursing, he couldn't help laughing again: "Fortunately, it's mine."