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

The Corner Palace was as deserted as ever, with no one in sight.

The square bronze lamps hanging under the eaves were only lighted briefly.

A sea of ​​dark palaces and pavilions lay quietly under the night sky, with the occasional flickering light looking like the blinking eyes of a ferocious beast.

They live in groups, lying in wait for their prey to come.

Gong Shangjiao was exceptionally patient today.

While Gong Yuanzheng was bathing, he sat on the other side of the screen with silver sparrows perching on branches, wiping his knife with a smile on his face. He rubbed a small square piece of suede over and over again on the blade, and made some noises from time to time, indicating that he was listening to Gong Yuanzheng's new wave of complaints about the so-called bride trial that day.

When Gong Yuanzheng was eating, he sat opposite the table and accompanied An Jing to drink soup. The carrot soup was sweet and refreshing, without a trace of oil. Only a faint sweetness lingered on the tip of the tongue, and the warmth soothed the spleen and stomach.

After dinner, Gong Shangjiao changed into the same tight-sleeved, black, waisted outfit as Gong Yuanzheng, except that the lapel was embroidered with interlaced dog-tooth patterns in gold and silver thread.

"Go for a walk with your brother." He handed Gong Yuanzheng a long sword and hung the other one on his waist. He patted Gong Yuanzheng's arm with his free right hand and said with emotion: "I didn't notice it before, but it turns out that brother Yuanzheng is taller than his brother."

It doesn’t matter why he took the knife for a walk after dinner. What matters is that Gong Yuanzheng clearly felt his brother’s importance and closeness to him.

He was so happy that he walked a little lightly, without even saying a word. He just followed Gong Shangjiao closely, with his eyebrows curved and smiling all the time.

Half an hour later, they stopped in the center of the Corner Palace martial arts field.

Surprisingly, no matter where in the Corner Palace, when all the lanterns are lit up like the martial arts field now, making the field as bright as day, there are not few but none.

Before Gong Yuanzheng could ask the question in his mind, Gong Shangjiao, who was standing opposite him, raised the long sword in his hand casually and said, "The last time I came back, I wanted to find some time to have a good fight with Brother Yuanzheng to see how you have practiced the sword skills I taught you. However, you were obsessed with medicine and poison and neglected it. You were in a hurry to come and go and had no time to spare.

Today is just right.

Although brother Yuanzheng has lost his internal strength, this time he turned a disaster into a blessing. All the hidden dangers have been eliminated and his pulse is strong, which shows that his body is better than before when he had internal strength.

I have sealed my inner strength and am only testing my moves with you. Come, draw your sword, and you attack first."

I see. My brother rarely comes back, and I'm worried about whether he has practiced sword skills well.

Gong Yuanzheng's eyes lit up, and without a doubt, he drew his sword, rushed forward, and struck the man on the head.

Although the boy is tall and handsome, his moves are so reckless that it is unbearable to watch.

The corners of Gong Shangjiao's eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't even draw his sword. He just lightly moved sideways to block and pick with his sword, without stopping his feet, and hit his buttocks with his backhand, hitting the flesh solidly with both the sword and the sheath.

"Snapped!"

With a dull sound, Gong Yuanzheng was knocked off balance and stumbled forward several steps before he could stand firm.

Gong Shangjiao raised his eyebrows: "Are you hurt?"

After only one move, he was defeated. Gong Yuanzheng felt his face burning. He didn't even dare to look up at Gong Shangjiao's expression. Hearing what he said, he hurriedly shook his head: "No, try again."

This time it seemed better. He stabbed, swung, chopped, dragged and cut. He did it all.

Gong Shangjiao then went behind him at lightning speed and hit him on the buttocks again.

"Ouch!" Gong Yuanzheng bared his teeth, his brows twisted into a mess, but he refused to admit defeat, "Good fight! Come again!"

"You fought well?" Gong Shangjiao laughed, looked at him with an ambiguous expression and nodded, "That's good."

"Snap!" Another one.

"Ouch!"

At an age when he needs to save face, Gong Yuanzheng was too embarrassed to cover his butt or to call for a stop. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, let me, let me take a breath. I just lost my internal strength, so I'm not used to it, hehe."

"Then take a break and come back later?"

"Come again!"

So one side walks ghostly, with the sword shining brightly, while the other side is calm and composed, without unsheathing the sword. Before long, the whole field will be filled with:

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Good fight! Do it again!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Good! Come again!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Come again!"

"Snapped!"

……

In less than two quarters of an hour, Gong Yuanzheng had been hit more than thirty times.

Gong Shangjiao is ten years older than Gong Yuanzheng. He has a specially customized long sword that weighs more than thirty kilograms.

He practiced swordsmanship diligently every day, summer and winter, so how strong must his arms be?

The sword moves were simple but powerful, and one would feel as if one's skin was torn apart when hit.

Gong Yuanzheng was now pale, his forehead was soaked with sweat, his legs were shaking, and he could only use his knife to support himself and not fall down.

Gong Shangjiao's knife was never unsheathed, he basically used the knife as a stick, and each hit was either on his buttocks or thighs, both of which had thick flesh and could not be hurt by the tendons and bones.

Even the dumbest person would know that something was wrong at this point.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't know why he was beaten, but he thought that since Gong Shangjiao was so angry that he couldn't help but beat him, he must have made a mistake, or a very serious one.

Facing Gong Shangjiao, he did not show his stubbornness in front of outsiders, but simply bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong."

Gong Shangjiao didn't respond: "Brother Yuanzheng, how long has it been since you touched a knife?"

He shook his head and sighed again: "Forget it, you are good at poison and hidden weapons, and it is enough to combine them with Qinggong. Practicing swordsmanship is not unnecessary. It is a waste of your precious time..."

"No, brother, it's not unnecessary, it's not a waste of time!" Gong Yuanzheng was so anxious that tears came out, "I am, I am..."

A black shadow, accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, instantly appeared in front of him.

Gong Yuanzheng raised his knife to block reflexively. Gong Shangjiao's face was already close at hand. The light fell on his deep and dark eyes, and there seemed to be a small flame dancing in his pupils.

"What is it?" Gong Shangjiao's eyebrows suddenly became solemn, as if covered with frost.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned.

Gong Shangjiao exerted force with his arms, and Gong Yuanzheng was pushed away. He staggered back, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

He didn't dare to stand up, so he simply put down his sword, knelt straight, lowered his head, and tears fell from his eyes, hitting the bluestone floor of the martial arts arena. He said the words of apology again with a choked voice: "I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong."

Gong Shangjiao felt a little soft-hearted, but when he thought of what Master Yue had said, his heart immediately hardened as a rock.

He walked over, tapped Gong Yuanzheng's right arm with the blade of his knife, and said in a low voice: "Get up, go to the study and talk."

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly climbed up using his hands and feet, not forgetting to pick up the scabbard.

He sheathed his sword and used it as a walking stick, limping along with difficulty as he followed Gong Shangjiao.

He nearly fell several times, but because Gong Shangjiao really hardened his heart and ignored him, he staggered to and fro and finally managed to stand on his own.

But the tears were like a river that had been opened, and once they began to flow they could not be stopped.

Gong Yuanzheng finally moved to the study.

As usual, the study was dark and no lights were on, but Gong Yuanzheng still walked to Gong Shangjiao with ease.

There is an ink pool in front of the desk in Gong Shangjiao's study, and any disturbance will cause ripples in it.

Gong Shangjiao was sitting behind his desk at this moment, like a tiger king lurking in the shadows. The slight ripples in the ink pool did not even attract his glance.

Gong Yuanzheng knelt down beside the desk, lowered his head, and continued to cry.

Is his brother really angry because he neglected to practice sword skills?

He has average talent in swordsmanship. Didn't his brother know this a long time ago?

I wasn't angry before, but now I'm angry...

Could it be that the matter was exposed?

No! No no no!

Don't scare yourself, it must be for something else.

Gong Yuanzheng quickly recalled the things he had done recently, and which ones he dared not let Gong Shangjiao know about, but which ones might lead to him being sued.

But the person he targeted the most was Gong Ziyu. Shouldn't Gong Ziyu and Jin Fan still be in a coma now?

It must be no small matter if Gong Shangjiao was so angry that he beat him like this.

Gong Yuanzheng couldn't think of anything, so he buried his head even lower.

Gong Shangjiao raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, not wanting to look at his stupid brother who was about to shed all his tears.

His face was cold, but his heart was raging. He picked up the cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. He asked in a deep voice, "Gong Yuanzheng, you said you were wrong, then tell me where you were wrong?"