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

In this room, Zhang Xueming covered his face with his sleeves and uttered "Hahahaha" in a low voice; in the next room, Gong Yuanzheng, who was dragged over by Gong Shangjiao, sat on the floor, covering his face with his hands, lowered his head and said "wooooo".

It is very simple to stop the bleeding. Just hook the middle fingers of both hands together and the bleeding will stop in about a minute.

But how to regain the lost face?

Gong Yuanzheng didn’t know and could only cry.

The young man was at the age when he cared a lot about his reputation. He lost face so badly in front of the lady he had chosen in his heart that he wanted to die.

Gong Shangjiao looked at his brother who wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and thought about the scene just now, feeling both angry and amused.

She held her forehead and looked at the roof for a while, then put down her hand and glanced at him condescendingly: "Brother Yuanzheng, I have to go to the Blade Hall in three quarters of an hour, and I have an urgent request to write. Why don't you cry first, and I will take Miss Zheng Er to the ladies' quarters after I finish writing the official document."

As soon as the crying stopped, Gong Yuanzheng raised his cat-like face in disbelief: "Brother?" Brother, won't you comfort me? Won't you help me think of a way to save face?

Gong Shangjiao ignored him and smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves: "Anyway, the pulse has been checked. If the preliminary diagnosis is fine, report it as fine. Even if the exercises that Miss Zheng practiced really have some adverse effects on her body, there is nothing we can do. We can deal with it later if there is a problem. Who told the doctor not to be in the mood to work now?"

Gong Yuanzheng jumped up with his hands on the floor, grabbed the black silk handkerchief and wiped his face roughly, then pouting and wanted to walk out.

Gong Shangjiao quickly grabbed him.

Just before leaving the house, the hot water that the maid had fetched for her arrived, along with a new towel. Gong Shangjiao wrung out the towel, pulled Gong Yuanzheng over to rub his face with, and then looked around to make sure it was clean. He then helped him wipe the blood off his front, and only let him go when he felt there was no more odor. "Go, check Miss Zheng's pulse. Remember, stay calm, and keep your mind on business."

Gong Yuanzheng stood still, wrinkled his nose and moved close to the front of Gong Shangjiao to sniff, like a puppy who found a hidden bone, his eyes lit up.

His eyes were still red, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He stared at Gong Shangjiao's straight nose and whispered, "Brother, did you also have a nosebleed in front of Miss Zheng Er? I smelled it."

hiss~

Gong Shangjiao's pupils trembled and his fists stiffened instantly.

"No, that was the blood I vomited. It's an internal injury." Gong Shangjiao laughed in anger, picked up the towel thrown into the basin again, wrung it dry, lowered his head to wipe the front of his clothes, and mentally made a note for his brother in the little notebook.

Two or three drops of blood fell on the front of his clothes. It was inconvenient to change clothes here, so he wiped it with water while Zhang Xueming went to change clothes. Jin Fu had already asked someone to go back to the Corner Palace to get clothes for him, so he just had to wait.

"I know, I know. Brother, you've worked hard." Gong Yuanzheng chuckled. It's good to have someone to accompany you, and not to be embarrassed alone. As for internal injuries, who wouldn't be injured by a pretty smile? If there is no internal injury, can you bleed? Can the blood drip onto your front? I understand.

Gong Shangjiao looked at this disapproving King of Understanding, and he used all his life's willpower to suppress the urge to attack, so he didn't push his brother to the ground and beat him up. Oh, he suddenly understood how Zhang Xueming felt when he beat him up when they didn't agree with each other.

He silently repeated "This is my brother" a hundred times in his heart, turned around and pushed him out the door: "Shut up and do your business."

The young man, who found comfort in a strange place, happily followed his brother back to the place where he had once been embarrassed.

But he was not afraid because he had his brother with him.

He and his brother had both lost face in front of the same person, so to round it off, neither of them had lost face.

Well, that’s it!

Gong Yuanzheng sat down opposite Zhang Xueming with bright eyes, adjusted the pulse pillow, and said seriously: "Miss Zheng Er, I'm sorry for being rude just now. My brother and I have been eating a lot recently and have a sore throat. Now please practice your skills, but don't wrap your whole body with internal force. Put your left hand up."

I'm so angry! Gong Shangjiao rubbed his temples. I'm so lucky to have you.

Seeing his brother's embarrassing performance, he was sure that he would not dare to take advantage of the opportunity to do anything wrong, so he left the two guys who always gave him a headache and went to write a new request that needed to be added.

This time the pulse diagnosis took a bit longer. Gong Yuanzheng checked the pulse of Zhang Xueming's two hands in turn, frowned and thought for a long time, then he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Miss Zheng Er, forgive me for being so presumptuous, the technique you practiced was originally a moderate and peaceful one, right?"

"Yes." Since it did not involve the core issue, Zhang Xueming had no intention of hiding anything.

"Did you later integrate other techniques into it, or techniques with Yin attributes?"

"Yes." Zhang Xueming used the virtual laboratory in the learning space to simulate more than 100,000 times and only started practicing after making sure there would be no problems.

She is afraid of death, and also afraid of having her thinking and personality affected by inexplicable reasons.

You have to know that in this world where martial artists run rampant, the word "devil" in "being possessed" is not a metaphor. Once the martial arts method goes wrong, the person becomes a "devil" and can become paranoid and bloodthirsty.

Zhang Xueming remembered that before she returned to the Zheng family this year, she passed by Fengjiang City and stayed overnight in a small village called Luojiazhuang outside the city. She got up in the middle of the night and killed a martial arts madman who came to the village for no apparent reason and massacred people for fun.

The man was very young, handsome, with a baby face and a high ponytail. He wielded a pair of flying sickles tied with iron chains, and his martial arts skills were pretty good.

Unfortunately, once he saw the evil and paranoid look in his eyes, he was definitely possessed. Before he died, he still stubbornly asked her, "What kind of martial arts did you practice? Why are you so much stronger than me?"

Zhang Xueming doesn't want to become that crazy.

"Is there something wrong with the technique I integrated?"

Gong Yuanzheng pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "That's not the way to say it. It's just that the original method emphasizes the balance of yin and yang, and the internal force cultivated is pure and has no attributes. The new method you later integrated is of yin attribute, and the internal force cultivated is more yin and cold. It shouldn't be long since you have been integrating the new method, so the impact on your body cannot be seen for the time being. But I suggest that you change your habit of practicing at night to practicing in the morning. When the dawn breaks, practice facing the sun and absorb the essence of yang to dissolve the yin and cold air. This is currently the most reliable way to balance the yin and yang forces."

"Thank you for your advice, Master Zheng. I will do as you say." Zhang Xueming nodded with a smile. There's no harm in trying anyway, so let's give it a try.

"Okay." Gong Yuanzheng took back the white handkerchief, folded it, and stuffed it into his waist belt.

After finishing the work, she realized something was wrong. She lowered her eyes, her face and ears turned red, and she began to stutter again: "Ms. Zheng, has Miss Zheng had breakfast?"

"I have already used it." Zhang Xueming stood up and stepped aside, bowing to him, "Thank you for seeing me, Master Zheng."

Gong Yuanzheng couldn't take his eyes off the nobleness and ease that emanated from her. He could only blush and wave his hands: "No, no, no trouble."

"Brother Yuanzheng, come here for a moment." Gong Shangjiao felt his fist itch so much that his brush broke. No, can you please give me some face?

Gong Yuanzheng, who was summoned, smiled shyly at Zhang Xueming: "Wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

He ran over to find Gong Shangjiao, and even stopped five steps away from the desk, bowing earnestly: "Brother, please tell me if you have anything to say."

Couldn’t Gong Shangjiao see what his little peacock was thinking?

Zhang Xueming was beside him, unable to hit or scold him, so he could only suppress the urge to sigh: "Brother Yuanzheng, there is something I can't do, but I'm not confident leaving it to someone else."

"Brother, just say it." Gong Yuanzheng stood up.

"I want you to send Miss Zheng Er to stay temporarily in the female guest courtyard."

Gong Yuanzheng's face instantly broke into a smile: "Yes, brother."