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

Good guy!

Gong Shangjiao and Zhang Xueming were both slightly shocked.

This apology mode is quite novel.

You want to say that Gong Yuanzheng did not apologize, but he did.

You're saying he didn't give a reason, but he did.

He simply concluded the matter cleverly with "frivolous words" and did not mention a single word that his behavior would damage the reputation of a woman. Not only did he put the main blame on Gong Ziyu, but he also euphemistically made an appointment with Zhang Xueming for "later".

Gong Shangjiao raised his lips in satisfaction. Not bad, not bad, he actually knew how to set language traps and use some tricks. Although this stupid brother looked a bit offensive in front of Zhang Xueming, the little pig raised at home had learned to dig cabbages by himself, and he was quite good at it, which was worth encouraging.

He looked at Zhang Xueming with a hint of expectation: "Second Miss Zheng?" He had already paid the compensation and thank-you gift at all costs, so why not make things difficult for his stupid brother? It's not easy to be a child. Although he is a little stupid, a little reckless, a little crybaby, and a little scheming that is easily exposed... However, he is well-behaved and cute. Please look at his sincere eyes.

Zhang Xueming didn't even look at him. He simply gave in and returned the favor with a generous gesture: "I have received Mr. Zheng's apology. Since it was an unintentional mistake, let's forget about it."

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Gong Shangjiao for help. What should I do, brother? Madam did not mention anything that would damage his reputation, so how could he be held responsible? If it doesn't work this time, he will only have the chance to save his life. What if that also fails?

Gong Shangjiao wanted to cover his face. I don't know how old my stupid brother's tricks were. How can it be so funny to show off his sword in front of Guan Gong? Tsk, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He must challenge the difficulty. What can I do? Of course, don't get entangled and quickly move on to the next topic.

"Okay, it's all right now after we talked it out. We'll be together for a long time in the future, and we'll have plenty of opportunities to slowly get to know each other's personalities and character." Gong Shangjiao pulled Gong Yuanzheng's arm and led him to the temporary teahouse, "Brother Yuanzheng, I just talked to Miss Zheng about what happened in the past two days. I heard that you were not here, so I didn't know which doctor in the clinic to ask to diagnose Miss Zheng's pulse. Since you're back, you should come."

Gong Yuanzheng was glad that he had brought his own small medicine box here after checking the pulses of the brides-to-be yesterday, otherwise he would have to go to the pharmacy to get it now.

He moved the newly replaced cups on the tea table, put the pulse pillow in place, and motioned Zhang Xueming to put his hand up: "Right hand."

Zhang Xueming pulled up her sleeves and placed her bare wrist on the pulse pillow. In order not to interfere with Gong Yuanzheng's judgment, she also stopped the operation of the mental method.

Ever since Gong Shangjiao came back, whenever she left the hospital bed, she would withdraw the internal energy that enveloped her whole body.

Without him.

If you don't change your clothes for more than one day or wash your hair or take a bath for more than two days, how can you be clean? It is already a great achievement if you can barely maintain visual cleanliness and freshness.

Not to mention that once she practices Qigong, she will continuously absorb the miasma. It would be fine if she could just deal with it quietly in the small cubicle, but could she carry a ball of miasma around and poison the God of Wealth?

Gong Yuanzheng swept away his previous shy look, and with a serious expression, he meticulously placed a white handkerchief on her wrist, placed three fingers accurately on the inch of her wrist, calmed his mind, closed his eyes and carefully felt the beating of her pulse.

The sunlight shone through the window. He pursed his lips, and the baby fat on his cheeks puffed up a little. He looked soft, but his expression was focused and almost cold.

Zhang Xueming's medical skills are not weak. Like his poison and witchcraft skills, he has also reached the sixth level, which is enough to establish his own school. Naturally, he would not disturb a doctor while he was working. He turned his head to look at the falling snow outside the window, lost in thought.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Gong Yuanzheng opened his eyes, withdrew his hand, took away the white handkerchief covering Zhang Xueming's wrist, raised his eyes and met Zhang Xueming's gaze for a moment, then hurriedly looked away.

Not knowing that his suddenly red ears had revealed his mood, he kept a straight face and tried his best to maintain a professional image: "Miss Zheng Er's pulse is strong, calm and gentle, neither floating nor sinking, neither slow nor rapid, neither thin nor strong, and has an even rhythm. It is a typical six-yang pulse. She has vigorous qi and blood, and a strong body, beyond ordinary people."

The young man was still ignorant of matters of love and romance, and he did not care about the fact that Zhang Xueming's physique was "very suitable for bearing children". He also did not think that this would affect his desire to stay with Zhang Xueming, so he simply did not mention it.

If he didn't mention it, Gong Shangjiao would not ask. It was too rude to say that in front of a woman. Moreover, he could sense that although Zhang Xueming had said that in order to provoke him and force out the blood clots in his lungs due to internal injuries, those words were definitely not spoken casually.

Fortunately, my brother didn't say anything stupidly. Gong Shangjiao was thankful and didn't plan to continue wasting time with these two young people: "Since Miss Zheng Er is in good health..."

"Wait." Gong Yuanzheng suddenly spoke up, quickly glanced at Zhang Xueming's charming eyebrows, calmed down, and asked softly: "Excuse me, Miss Zheng Er, is she used to covering her whole body with internal energy?"

"Yes." Zhang Xueming nodded, without any intention of hiding anything. "It is dustproof, waterproof, dirtproof, and damageproof. It can also prevent sneak attacks. It is very convenient."

The beautiful clothes in the south will fade when they go into water. If you don’t take comprehensive protection, are you really just going to wear them a few times and then throw them away?

Those are real silk, real Yunjin, real Xiangjin, and real Shujin, as well as extremely exquisite large-scale handmade embroidery. If they were in modern times, a set would cost more than several million.

Now that she has it, of course she has to cherish it and wish she could keep it forever and take it out to wear it anytime.

"Then you can practice your skills now, but don't use your internal energy to cover your whole body..." Gong Yuanzheng saw his brother's slightly drooping mouth from the corner of his eye, and he raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Zhang Xueming: "Is it okay?"

"Okay." She put her wrist back on the pulse pillow. Doctors don't treat themselves, and Zhang Xueming wouldn't be so arrogant as to think he was an exception.

She was straightforward and didn't ask any more questions, which was just what Gong Yuanzheng wanted. He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and mustered up the courage to look her in the eye: "Before, Miss Zheng Er used her internal energy to remove the poison from me. I, I... have a little internal energy left, which is cold in nature. It is compatible with the exercises I practice, but it may not have no effect on a woman's body, so, so..."

For some reason, when I met those eyes as clear as lake water, I couldn't utter the word "inside the body". But even if I tried to get away with it, I couldn't help blushing, as if I had done something bad.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for clearing up my doubts." Zhang Xueming's lips curled slightly, and he gave the young doctor an encouraging look as a senior.

Who knew that in the next second, two streaks of deep red would flow down from Gong Yuanzheng's nostrils.

Gong Shangjiao was quick to pull out the black silk handkerchief that Zhang Xueming had used to wipe his hands from his waistband, and covered Gong Yuanzheng's mouth and nose with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed his shoulders and dragged him away forcefully: "I'm sorry, Miss Zheng Er, I'm being rude."