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

This news shocked Gong Shangjiao, and his originally calm face was slightly colder. "Yesterday, Jin Yi took away the herbs for the dispersing decoction from the pharmacy. Was it for two people?"

The word "San Gong" appearing at this time is really too touching.

But soon, Gong Shangjiao regained his composure.

He remembered that Master Yue was called away by the Blade Master Gong Hongyu yesterday, saying that he was going to the dungeon to check on the situation of the Edgeless Assassin, but he never came back.

"Perhaps it was taken away by Young Master Yue and given to the Edgeless Assassin in the dungeon. It was not convenient for the people in the back mountain to leave their names, so they borrowed the name of Hongyu Shi to use it." Mention it when you go to see Zhiren tomorrow. You will know the answer by seeing Zhiren's reaction.

"Aren't there three Bladeless Assassins?" Gong Yuanzheng blinked his confused eyes, "Why is he only assigned two?"

"You'll know tomorrow if you go to the dungeon and take a look, right?" Gong Shangjiao tapped the desk with his fingers, "Tell me the results of your pulse checks on the bride candidates."

Jin Fudu, who followed this naughty brother to do the work, took almost half an hour to come back slowly with the handwritten letters of the doctors recording the diagnosis results.

He disappeared without a trace without even telling anyone, and after all the fuss he made, he went to the pharmacy to check the records of medicinal materials used.

Whatever comes to mind, he is almost eighteen years old and still so impetuous... Forget it, wait until that head of the Zheng family goes to Zheng Palace and let my naughty brother feel the burden of life. I believe he will mature soon.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't know his brother was looking down on him, and he carefully described the physical conditions of the seven brides to be selected, and also summarized: "If all seven brides can participate in this marriage selection ceremony, according to the two conditions of 'strong body' and 'easy to get pregnant', among the seven brides, only the fourth daughter of the Song family is slightly inferior, and the other six brides meet the requirements of the gold medal."

"Very good." Gong Shangjiao put the written report on the side of the desk to dry, and took a stack of blank paper to start writing another one.

"Brother, you've been busy for so long, take a break and drink some medicinal tea. I'll go make some new tea." Gong Yuanzheng felt uncomfortable all over when he was free, and the pain in his hips and legs seemed to become unbearable, so he simply got up and walked to the temporary tea room. He saw that the new teapot was already on the tea table.

Gong Shangjiao didn't stop him, so he had to remind him: "Call me when it's done, don't be distracted, or you'll burn the teapot again."

Times are different now than in the past. Not only do we have to promise that money-eating beast most of the profits for this year, but we also have to give each of the unsuccessful brides who return home a reward for participating in the "trial" - a set of head ornaments worth at least one thousand taels.

Now, let alone burning a teapot worth three thousand taels, he would be terrified even if he broke a teacup.

Fortunately, this time Gong Yuanzheng did not dare to be careless at all in order to avenge his previous shame.

Gong Shangjiao drank two cups of medicinal tea and felt much more awake. Just as he was about to go back to work, Gong Yuanzheng made small talk: "By the way, brother, you used to eat only once a day. After lunch, you refused to eat again no matter what. Why did you suddenly make an exception today? Not only did you have an extra meal in the evening, but you also had meat porridge and snacks?"

Knowing that he would be asked this question sooner or later, Gong Shangjiao had prepared the answer before he did it. He replied calmly, "I see you are hungry after eating two meals, so I might as well be willful for once. The only things ready-made in your Zhenggong kitchen are meat porridge and snacks. It's fresh to eat them once in a while."

Seeing that he was going to talk more, Gong Shangjiao waved his hand, out of sight out of mind: "If you are not sleepy, go and meditate over there, and train your internal strength back as soon as possible."

He took out a tiger-shaped bracelet made of yellow and black thread from his left sleeve pocket.

This lace is very delicately made.

But the tiger did not look majestic at all. The word "King" on its forehead even revealed a kind of hilarious cuteness. Instead, it looked like a cat that was being lifted up by the scruff of the neck, with its four paws hanging limply and its belly bulging. If you loosen the drawstring at the back of its neck, you could take out the things inside.

Gong Shangjiao took out a pair of small earplugs made of black silk and cotton from the tiger's earmuffs. After thinking for a while, he took out another pair of yellow cork and handed the two pairs to Gong Yuanzheng.

"Brother, where did you get this?" Gong Yuanzheng held onto his earplugs, staring at the unique tiger collar with sparkling eyes. It looked good, interesting, and he wanted it.

It was the first time he knew his brother actually had such a little thing on him, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it: "Is there anything for me?"

"What is there?" Gong Shangjiao's face darkened, and he put the tiger-shaped silk string into his sleeve pocket and drove him away: "Go, find a place to meditate and practice. If it's too noisy, plug your ears. Don't learn from Gong Ziyu's excuses." Can you know that this is the result of your brother losing to Zheng Zhaozhao in a competition and practicing the silk string style she gave him for a long time? Dream on.

When Gong Ziyu was mentioned, Gong Yuanzheng immediately became excited, and his attention was easily diverted from the tiger collar. He swore angrily, "I won't do that. I'm not a useless person like Gong Ziyu who doesn't seek to make progress."

Grabbing my earplugs, I walked out of the makeshift tea room and headed towards the cubicle.

Gong Shangjiao turned around and saw it, and was both angry and amused: "Gong Yuanzheng, what are you going to do?" Can you practice meditation there? No one will steal her lying there!

Gong Yuanzheng didn't even turn his head, and quickened his pace: "It's the quietest place in the whole room and the least likely to be disturbed. Brother, don't worry, the floor is not cold, there is no need for a mat. I only occupy a small corner, and I will definitely not disturb you."

Fu...

Gong Shangjiao pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He had no idea how many times his fists had become stiff tonight. It felt like he had sighed more today than in the entire first half of his life.

There's nothing I can do. My younger brother has reached his rebellious phase. Don't waste your time talking to him.

Gong Shangjiao went over and grabbed Gong Yuanzheng's collar and pulled him out of the small compartment, then dragged him to the corner diagonally opposite the left side of the desk and made him stand facing the wall. He gave him a square gold brocade cushion that he used and ordered him without any disobedience: "Sit down and meditate here facing the wall. It's not even one small cycle, and you dare to be distracted. Tomorrow morning I will ask Zhiren to bring Miss Zheng Er to the Jiao Palace to give you an extra sister-in-law." Anyway, the feeling of being peeped at had not appeared, and the head of the Zheng family was probably in a trance, so he was not afraid of her hearing him even if he boasted.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned, as if his heart was pricked by a needle, but more of it was sourness, bubbling up from the bottom of his heart, so sour that his eyes turned red.

He turned back to look at Gong Shangjiao in disbelief: "Brother, you, you want to marry Zheng Nanyi?"

Before Gong Shangjiao could be surprised that his silly brother would be jealous, he heard his sour questioning: "Is she that good? Why can't I see that?"

Just at this moment, the feeling of being watched suddenly appeared, and it was so strong that it seemed to turn into a long solid needle and pierce Gong Shangjiao full of holes.

Gong Shangjiao felt numb all over.

Her face was as gloomy as the frozen ground, but in her heart she screamed in panic for the first time in 27 years: Stop talking, stop talking, it's your brother who is not worthy of the head of the Zheng family, really. But if you turn the facts around, maybe she will come to the Corner Palace to guard your brother just to gamble. Your brother is old, his bones are fragile, he has no money, his brain is not as good as that of young people, and he competes every day...

I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. If you don’t believe me, ask Jin Fu!