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

After a little fuss, Gong Yuanzheng got the answer he wanted and sat contentedly went to meditate on the wall.

Finding that his deterrent power over Gong Shangjiao had not weakened and having a new understanding of Gong Yuanzheng, this innocent little cutie, Zhang Xueming went to cultivate his spiritual sense contentedly.

Only Gong Shangjiao had mixed feelings. He looked at the reports on the desk that had just been started, and could not put down the pen he had picked up for a long time.

But, no matter what, the huge ward finally became quiet.

At around 4 a.m., Gong Yuanzheng completed his mission, ended his work and stood up.

Having just experienced the refreshing feeling of having his meridians and dantian fully operational, his internal strength rising rapidly, and running smoothly, the young man is full of energy and still wants to share his experience with his brother.

Gong Shangjiao, a corporate slave who hasn't had a good rest since returning, expressed his incomprehension.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and unceremoniously grabbed his cheerful brother to copy the report and request that had already been drafted. He also planned to sit facing the wall to meditate and take a rest.

In Gong Shangjiao's opinion, for people who practice martial arts, practicing internal skills for two hours every night is enough to replace sleep, and there is no need to lie down every day and waste time.

Falling asleep normally three to five times a month is enough to relieve mental fatigue. Being too pampered will only hurt yourself when you go out.

Seeing Gong Yuanzheng reluctantly coming to the desk and sitting down, grinding ink slowly, Gong Shangjiao expressionlessly placed "Summary of Results of Second Search of Dowry and Personal Belongings of Candidate Brides", "Report on Search of Dowry of Bladeless Assassins", "Summary of Latest Pulse Examination Results of Candidate Brides", "Request for Instructions on the Stay or Departure of Seven Candidate Brides", "Request for Instructions on the Handling of Three Bladeless Assassins", "Report on Current Problems in Palace Gate Defense", and "Request for Instructions on Comprehensive Inspection of Palace Gate Defense" in a fan shape in front of him.

Under Gong Yuanzheng's horrified gaze, Gong Shangjiao smiled slightly: "Brother Yuanzheng always said that he wanted to share my worries, and now is the time for brother Yuanzheng to contribute. I will take these six documents to the Blade Hall at 9 o'clock in the morning. I believe that brother Yuanzheng will not let my brother down, right?"

Gong Yuanzheng trembled under his brother's meaningful gaze. This master of both medicine and poison, who was feared by most people in the palace, wanted to hug his weak and pitiful self for the first time, but in the end he could only utter one word with tears in his eyes: "Yes."

I must not let my brother down, no matter how difficult it is!

I wrote furiously until 7 a.m., when the sky was just getting light and the mountain fog had not yet dissipated, the female guest house came to receive the brides to be chosen.

Gong Yuanzheng turned his head to look at Gong Shangjiao who was concentrating on his practice, and put down his pen listlessly.

He is the master of Zheng Palace and he is in charge of the clinic. When the female guest house comes to pick someone up, he has to show up.

After struggling with the official documents for an hour and a half, the young man felt completely drained. Just copying was more tiring than working a whole day in the medicine garden. His brain was polluted by strange and useless knowledge.

He felt sorry for his brother working so hard for the palace, but next time he saw his brother writing a report, it would be better not to go near him.

Gong Yuanzheng blew out the candle in the small square lantern on the desk, which was less than a finger joint long, and put the last page of paper full of words aside to dry. He stood up, straightened his braids and clothes, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and then rubbed his face hard.

Hey, here comes another handsome young man full of vigor and vitality!

He grabbed the large sable fur coat, put it on, and went out.

As usual, the door was only half closed. He told Jin Fu not to let anyone in and disturb Gong Shangjiao's "rest", and then went to the front yard alone to meet Madam Fu, the person in charge of the women's courtyard.

It looked like Madam Fu did not have a good rest last night. Her chubby face showed fatigue and she even had bags under her eyes. Her salute was still smooth and graceful, but it seemed as if she had done it quickly.

Gong Yuanzheng has never liked dealing with people, and Nanny Fu's behavior today just suited his temper. He quickly took Nanny Fu and the maids from the female guest house to the ward for the injured, said hello to the guards guarding the gate, and wanted to leave.

"Master Zheng, wait a minute." Madam Fu called him and sent the maids to help the brides to be selected to pack up. After they arranged to meet outside the clinic, she said to Gong Yuanzheng, "The report that Master Jiao sent someone to ask for last night has been written. The person who came said that Master Jiao has been in the clinic these days and required that the report must be handed over to Master Jiao before noon this morning - Master Zheng, please lead the way."

Oh, another person who was reported to be poisoned.

Gong Yuanzheng had no intention of finding out the truth. Instead, he strangely felt a sense of relief. It turned out that he was not the only one who had a headache over those boring texts.

He smiled at Madam Fu in a friendly manner and nodded: "Follow me."

The gentle smile and tone startled Madam Fu, wondering if she was so tired from writing the report that she fell asleep and had a dream. The stubborn little venomous kid who had stared at her sinisterly yesterday and insisted on taking out all of Miss Zheng's dowry clothes for inspection actually spoke to her in a kind voice and smiled at her?

Nanny Fu, who was experienced in dealing with people, glanced at the young Palace Master of Zheng Palace subtly and found that he politely slowed down his pace to accommodate her.

She recalled a little gossip that a guard who accompanied Gong Yuanzheng yesterday told her subordinates. She was moved and couldn't help but ask carefully: "Mr. Zheng, you also saw the room I decorated for Miss Zheng Er yesterday. Do you think there is anything that needs to be added or subtracted from the furnishings?"

When he heard that it was about Zhang Xueming, although he didn't know her preferences and knew that she wouldn't stay in the women's guest house for more than a few days, Gong Yuanzheng still unconsciously recalled the furnishings and displays in that room. After a while, he said, "Let her see it herself when she wakes up."

Madam Fu was startled: "Miss Zheng Er hasn't woken up yet?"

Gong Yuanzheng suddenly stopped and turned to stare at her, like a puppy that smelled danger when it was about to take its beloved bone back to its nest. His dark eyes were gloomy and his ears were alert. "Why are you asking about this?"

"No, nothing." Madam Fu was shocked. The little wicked girl was still a little wicked girl. Her moody temper was really scary. She quickly explained, "Ms. Zheng's dowry is too valuable. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's priceless. If she doesn't go to receive it, I won't be able to sleep well."

Gong Yuanzheng stared at her for a long while before he hummed "hmm" and continued to lead the way.

Nanny Fu didn't dare to ask any more questions. When she arrived at the door, she didn't see Shang Gong Shangjiao. She handed the report in the waterproof cowhide envelope to Jin Fu, and went to the entrance of the clinic to meet the main force with a sense of relief.

When Gong Yuanzheng entered the room, he helped Jin Fu bring in Nanny Fu's report. Gong Shangjiao had already finished washing his face.

Seeing him coming back, she asked him what he had brought, and asked him to put the things on the desk and quickly wash up: "I heard from Jin Fu that you went out without washing your face? As the master of a palace, you should be more careful."

"I got it, brother. There won't be a next time." Gong Yuanzheng turned his back and yawned. Without taking another basin, he took Gong Shangjiao's face washing water and poured it directly into the big window facing the backyard. He poured water and used the scented soap to carefully wash his face, ears, and neck, and wet his collar and a few braids.

Fortunately, my internal strength has been restored, although only slightly, but it is enough to dry my collar and hair.

Gong Shangjiao was a particular person. After returning to the palace, he refused to settle for the room in the clinic even though it was just a temporary place to stay.

The dressing table specially placed next to the large window facing the corridor is now very convenient for Gong Yuanzheng.

Gong Shangjiao sat behind the desk, holding in his hand the report that Nanny Fu had just handed in, which contained the details, criteria and methods of assessment for the bride to be selected before the marriage selection ceremony. He read it intermittently, and from time to time glanced at the young man who was carefully braiding his hair and hanging small bells in the morning light, with a gentle smile on his lips.