in2ebook Chapter 277 The Beaten Brother
Chapter 277 The Beaten Brother
Gong Shangjiao would not go back on his promise. Even though he was extremely reluctant, he still mustered up his courage and walked into the martial arts arena with his long sword in hand.
Gong Yuanzheng was unable to get the chance to enter the martial arts arena to watch, and could only stand outside the arena with his medicine box on his back, waiting for the swordplay to be over.
He listened carefully. Amid the crisp sounds of weapons clashing in the martial arts arena, there was occasionally the dull sound of heavy objects hitting people, and the muffled groans of pain from Gong Shangjiao.
Whenever the latter two voices appeared, Zhang Xueming would say in a serious, almost harsh tone:
"You've made the same mistake again. If you deviate by half a point in this move, the tension on your right shoulder will double. Do you want to scrap this arm in advance? Try again!"
"The key to this move is to use the light to overcome the heavy, and to push away the opponent's weapon. Note that it is a very powerful move! You don't need to use too much force in your arms, cooperate with the sword's momentum, and go with the flow. I'm not asking you to just take it! Try again!"
"You need to coordinate your steps with the sword's momentum and watch your feet. Don't just rush in blindly. How can you exert force if you are not standing firmly? Try again!"
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Gong Yuanzheng broke out in a sweat after hearing this.
Although he knew in his heart that Zhang Xueming must have let him off when fighting with him, but now that the control group had appeared, he realized that when facing him, Zhang Xueming must have let off the most.
After more than half an hour, the sound of weapons in the field stopped abruptly. Zhang Xueming slowed down his voice and said, "Brother, shall I let Ayuan in?" Then, he raised his voice and said, "Ayuan, you can come in."
Gong Yuanzheng walked in quickly with a little trepidation, only to see Zhang Xueming walking towards him, his clothes and hair not at all messy, his sword sheathed back at his waist, and in one hand he held a black handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Gong Shangjiao stood in the middle of the field, leaning on his sheathed sword with both hands, his head lowered, his eyes closed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Ayuan, you go back with your brother. I'll go first." Zhang Xueming gave Gong Yuanzheng a bright smile and walked past him to go out.
Gong Yuanzheng's mind was filled with her instructions: "Go sit by the side and wait for your brother. Don't rush to ask him questions. He has understood something. I have to go back and rinse my mouth. I won't wait for you."
By the time Gong Shangjiao had figured it out, it was already daybreak.
That morning, all the guards and servants of the Zheng Palace who had the misfortune to run into the gate wielder with a staggering gait and a face so cold that it could freeze a person to death, retreated silently, with their heads lowered so that their chins almost touched their chests - didn't they see that their own palace master was following behind the gate wielder, also not daring to breathe?
Jin Miao and Jin Ting, who were guarding outside the door of Miaoxiaju, just took a glance and then quickly lowered their eyes, pretending they saw nothing.
After the greetings, Jin Miao informed: "Master Zhiren, the eldest lady has gone back to the Shang Palace, and the girl is in the pharmacy."
Knowing the way to survive, there is not a single word more.
After the two brothers went in one after the other and the palace door was closed, Jin Miao and Jin Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
After receiving instructions from Zhang Xueming, Gong Yuanzheng didn't ask any more questions. He took the cushions and the table and placed them in the tea room.
Gong Shangjiao was stubborn and didn't say a word. He couldn't kneel, so he sat cross-legged on the cushion. He lowered his head and grinned for a moment, then returned to his expressionless face when Gong Yuanzheng looked over: "Aren't you going to the pharmacy?"
Gong Yuanzheng obediently filled the teapot with water and placed it on the stove: "I'll make tea for you, brother. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"
Gong Shangjiao waved his hand: "Leave me alone."
Gong Yuanzheng retreated immediately and came back with a medicine bottle shortly afterwards.
When he approached the tea room, he deliberately made his footsteps heavier, and when he entered, he saw Gong Shangjiao seriously fanning the tea stove with a palm-leaf fan.
Gong Yuanzheng opened the medicine bottle, poured out a brown pill and handed it to Gong Shangjiao: "Luckily I made it in time. This is Zhao Zhao's newly prepared spleen and stomach nourishing pill. Take it twice a day, one pill each time. Take it for three days to see the effect. You don't have to avoid certain foods, but you can't drink medicinal tea for the time being. If you are thirsty for the next three days, you can only drink plain water, and don't touch anything cold."
Gong Shangjiao said nothing, put down the palm-leaf fan, took the medicine and swallowed it.
Does it hurt to be beaten? Yes.
Was it worth the beating? Yes.
Gong Shangjiao adjusted his mentality and his expression finally relaxed: "You go help Zhao Zhao, I will handle the official business."
The word "official business" was more useful than Gong Shangjiao's cold face. Gong Yuanzheng put the medicine bottle on the tea table and disappeared in a flash.
Gong Shangjiao shook his head helplessly, asked Jin Ting to bring the official documents sent to Zhongchunju, and asked the servants to change the desk and started to review them.
The nine-grid snack box was right next to him. From time to time, he would take out a piece of plum-shaped milk cake and put it in his mouth, and he felt much better.
The Council of Elders sent someone to invite him to go to the back mountain to watch the execution, but he refused. He would rather stay at home than go out and was determined not to be alone.
At lunch time, Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng came out of the pharmacy, and the three of them ate in two groups.
After dinner, we gathered together to talk again.
Last night, Gong Zishang talked about his experience in the illusion, and Gong Shangjiao and Gong Yuanzheng occasionally added to it, but they were all parts that did not involve the brothers' private affairs.
Now that there are only three of them left, they can talk openly.
Zhang Xueming lit a burner of incense. The incense pills were a trial product that she had just made in the pharmacy that morning. The original flavor was light and clear, but it would turn into a warm and sweet fragrance when it came into contact with the smell of blood. If it worked well, she would have to make some more in the afternoon.
Gong Shangjiao didn't show it on his face, but he was very satisfied with this small change. His sense of smell was too sensitive, and the smell of blood in the air always made him unconsciously nervous.
He couldn't drink medicinal tea, so Gong Yuanzheng boiled a pot of hot water for him and placed it next to him, and also boiled some refreshing tea for Zhang Xueming to drink.
Gong Yuanzheng drank some tea to moisten his throat, then recounted his experience in the illusion in detail.
He had bad luck. Ever since Gong Hongyu was stabbed to death and Gong Huanyu faked his death and was framed, he had run into obstacles again and again. No plot could make him happy.
The grievance had passed, but Gong Yuanzheng still couldn't help pouting and expressing his dissatisfaction: "If most of it wasn't what Zhao Zhao had guessed, and that thing hadn't locked my memory tightly, and I was able to contact Zhao Zhao, those things would have happened one after another, and I'm afraid I would have really lost my mind."
Zhang Xueming held his hand comfortingly, without expressing any opinion. He just looked at Gong Shangjiao and waited for him to speak.
Gong Shangjiao did not rush to tell his own experience, but asked Zhang Xueming first: "In the past, I did not eat whole chickens or fish. Why didn't Zhao Zhao guess that it was because I killed too many people and did not want to see the eyes of chickens and fish?"
Gong Yuanzheng recalled that Shangguan Qian had guessed the same thing in the extra memory. He was about to use telepathy to tell Zhang Xueming the reason when he saw Zhang Xueming glance at Gong Shangjiao blankly and asked, "What's wrong with the eyes of chickens and fish? What does it have to do with how many people are killed? We don't like serving whole chickens and fish on the table. Isn't it because we don't know what they ate when they were alive and we're afraid that the chef won't cook them properly, so we cut off the heads and tails?
Besides, the eyeballs of chicken and fish are hard to chew, and they smell more fishy than meat. Our sense of taste and smell are more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and we have meat to eat, so why should we suffer this?"