The Cloud Feather of the Red Chamber: A Marriage Arranged with Gong Yuanzheng at the Start

The scroll stopped playing here, and everyone in the palace knew that this meant the play had ended.

Just as they expected, the scroll slowly closed, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder.

Ever since they learned that the entire palace would be relocated, a craze for reading storybooks has swept through the entire palace.

The guards and servants of the Corner Palace became highly sought-after by the palace gates.

Why is it that only Young Master Jiao goes out in the entire palace? And only the guards and servants of Jiao Palace know some news from the outside world.

Unfortunately, the rules of the Corner Palace are strict, and the guards and servants are not talkative and do not discuss outside affairs in private.

Young Master Jiao's personal guards all went out with him, and the rest only knew a few bits and pieces, which was far from satisfying their curiosity.

Although the scrolls taught them that the contents of storybooks could not be entirely trusted, they still broadened their horizons.

Today's painting has truly broadened their horizons; they realized that this was what a prestigious and wealthy family in the capital looked like.

The meaning behind the words of the future Lady Zheng's maternal uncle was very clear: the death of his previous wife was inextricably linked to his birth mother.

And Madam Wang, who never appeared but was always present, also seemed to have some connection to this matter.

Ah! This painting is so inhumane! Why isn't it playing now?!

They were so curious, they really wanted to know what had happened!

How did two defenseless women manage to kill someone?

Was it also poison? Or swords?

more importantly!

The scroll paintings aren't played continuously. If they don't play them next time, they'll really be disgusted!

Gong Zishang clutched his chest in pain, gazing at the painting in the air with immense heartache.

Why was such a wonderful place shut down?

She was engrossed in watching it, so why did she close it at that moment?

Oh, you painting, you're deliberately trying to make my life miserable!

Oh no, she'll be anxiously waiting for the next time the scroll is opened.

Young Master Xue gazed longingly at the painting in the air, then looked at Xue Chongzi.

"Heavy snow..."

What to do? After seeing today's painting, he has lost much of his interest in the notebook.

In terms of brilliance, storybooks are far inferior to paintings.

Yukishigeko silently looked away.

It's no use looking at him; he can't control when the scroll opens or closes.

The moment Gong Yuanzheng closed the scroll, he immediately got up and went to the pharmacy.

He didn't care about the rest of the painting; he was more worried about the poison in Lin Qingyue's body.

He has been around poisons for years, and no one knows the dangers of poisons better than him.

The longer you delay, the greater the damage to your body will be.

He knew he would be able to cure Yue'er's poison in the future, but now that he knew Yue'er was poisoned, he could no longer remain indifferent.

He slowly poured the prepared medicine into a bowl and beckoned Jin Cheng over.

"Take this bowl of medicine to the dungeon."

Jin Cheng immediately took the medicine and left.

Now is the crucial time to prepare the Half-Moon Fly. Young Master Zheng delivers a lot of medicine to the dungeon every day; he has gotten used to it.

Previously, Master Zheng always prepared poisons in the dungeon so that he could test them on prisoners.

Nowadays, all of these activities are now conducted in pharmacies, so as not to miss any content displayed on the scroll.

Inside the dungeon, a guard casually pulled out a man named Wufeng. Jin Cheng grabbed the man's chin and forced him to swallow all the medicine, leaving not a drop.

He then put down the medicine bowl and waited quietly for the medicine to take effect.

As time passed, Wu Feng showed no reaction whatsoever. Jin Cheng narrowed his eyes and gestured for the doctor to come forward and examine Wu Feng's condition carefully.

The doctor carefully took the pulse, his expression growing increasingly agitated, until finally he jumped up from the ground.

"It's done! Young Master Zheng has succeeded!"

"The antidote for the Half-Moon Fly is complete!"

When he heard the news, Gong Yuanzheng was copying Lin Qingyue's portrait.

He had never studied painting, so the portraits he drew naturally did not meet his expectations.

This good news eased his anxious heart somewhat.

"Yes, have a few more Wufeng test subjects and observe them for a few days. If there are no problems, send them to my brother as soon as possible."

"Yes, Young Master Zheng!" Jin Cheng accepted the order and left Zheng Palace, his steps light and quick.

Looking at Lin Qingyue in the portrait, Gong Yuanzheng gently touched her cheek.

"Yue'er, your brother's Half-Moon Fly poison has been cured. I will also cure your poison as soon as possible."

Gong Shangjiao, who was stranded in Yangzhou, received another urgent letter from the palace gates, but he was now numb to it.

These days, I've received mostly urgent letters, but only a few are truly urgent.

If it weren't for the scroll's hint that Gong Zishang's blade-wielding was quite good, he would have really wanted to replace her right now...

The investigation into the Four Directions Demons is progressing smoothly; their trail has already been found.

Gong Huanyu set off the day before with Hongyu, the imperial guards, and other elite soldiers.

His target is the leader of the Four Demons, the number one swordsman, Bei Xu.

The proposal to the Lin family for marriage has stalled.

When he first visited, Lin Ruhai refused him outright.

The second time, he brought Gong Huanyu along and proposed marriage as the young master of the Gong family, but was rejected outright again.

On his most recent visit, Lin Ruhai simply used the excuse of being busy with official business to avoid even seeing him.

Sigh! He doesn't even dare to reply to his brother's letters now. How can he bring it up with his brother about this?

Sorry, little brother, you might not be able to marry a girl.

He couldn't even imagine what Yuanzheng would do upon hearing this news.

Alas! Oh, scroll! Why won't you tell us how Yuanzheng's younger brother and his future sister-in-law met?

With a hint of trepidation, Miyazaki slowly opened the letter.

Hmm, not bad. Yuanzheng's younger brother actually developed an antidote for the Half-Moon Fly. He succeeded in such a short time. He truly deserves to be called his younger brother!

Wait! The Jia family? Madam Wang? Poisoning!!!

Gong Shangjiao immediately stood up from his seat, clenching the letter in his hand.

"Jin Fu! Set off for the capital immediately!"

Just as he reached the door of the study, he bumped into Qi Yan'an, who had come looking for him.

"Shang Jiao, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry to go to the capital?"

Gong Shangjiao composed himself and quietly slipped the letter into his sleeve.

The matter of the painting could not be discussed, and naturally, his true purpose in going to the capital could not be revealed either.

"I've found some information about Wu Feng, and I need to go to the capital to verify it."

Qi Yan'an immediately dropped his nonchalant expression. The Wufeng forces had entered the capital, which was no small matter.

But he still stopped Gong Shangjiao, "Shangjiao, wait a moment, we need to go to the Lin family first."

"Once we leave the Lin family, I will go back to the capital with you."

Gong Shangjiao glanced at him sideways.

Qi Yan'an took out a bright yellow scroll from his bosom.

"This is the imperial decree from the Emperor, bestowing marriage upon your younger brother and the eldest daughter of the Lin family. We should deliver it to the Lin family now."

Gong Shangjiao's face lit up with joy, but he quickly suppressed it.

Rather than being forced into marriage by authority, he hoped that Miss Lin had married into the palace voluntarily.

He believed that his younger brother, Yuanzheng, must think the same way.