in2ebook Chapter 268 Gong Yuanzheng's Complaint
Chapter 268 Gong Yuanzheng's Complaint
Although Gong Yuanzheng thought that he couldn't do anything else anyway, he might as well calm down and watch carefully, and then tell Zhao Zhao about it as a joke when he got back.
However, when Gong Shangjiao said that he wanted the two brides to leave portraits and send them back to their hometown for identity verification, the senior palace officials present unanimously ignored Yun Weishan's unnatural nervous expression and continued the conversation. Gong Yuanzheng still felt bored.
[How much do you look down on the Gong family? The elders are old and dim-sighted, and Gong Ziyu is a fool who can't notice it, but how could my brother and I not even notice something so obviously wrong? Did Jin Fan, the Red Jade Servant, come here just for show? ]
It's too low-level. It doesn't understand human nature and doesn't take objective factors into consideration. It's just like playing with dolls according to its imagination.
Gong Yuanzheng was splendidly distracted. His body would speak and move on its own, and he didn't need to worry about it.
Then he was slapped in the face.
Really? A slap in the face.
He was still slapped by Gong Shangjiao.
He doesn't control his body, but he has all five senses.
Gong Yuanzheng's head was hit sideways and he was stunned.
At this moment, he seemed to resonate with the feelings of his body sharer and looked at Gong Shangjiao in disbelief.
All I could think about was: [I was beaten! My brother beat me! Why did he beat me? Why did he hit me on the face! My brother doesn’t care about me anymore?!]
Gong Shangjiao was seen standing in front of Gong Ziyu, whose face was too swollen to show any expression. After hesitating for a moment, he slapped him.
Louder slapping sounds were heard, and Gong Yuanzheng's eyes lit up, waiting for Gong Shangjiao to slap Gong Ziyu again to make an auspicious even number.
Gong Shangjiao stopped.
Gong Yuanzheng was immediately furious, and unknowingly got rid of the silent emotional pollution: [What's the meaning of this crappy plot? Why should I be treated the same as Gong Ziyu? I have supported the Zheng Palace since I was nine years old. I have sweated for the palace, I have bled for the palace, and I almost lost my life for the palace! Gong Ziyu is a scumbag, what has he done for the palace? Just because he got a chance to wield a sword in this world, he can be on an equal footing with me?! Damn it! ]
Xiao Gong Yuan Zheng: […I’m afraid you have some serious illness. ]
[You are not sick, you are happy to be beaten?] Gong Yuanzheng retorted, [If you like being beaten so much, when you go back, find a real person and I will show mercy and ask my wife to reward you well.]
[……] The pretender simply gave up on this corner that he couldn't dig into and turned his attention to Gong Shangjiao.
Gong Shangjiao sensitively felt that the feeling of being spied on appeared again, and he almost wanted to curse.
Gong Yuanzheng felt relieved for some reason, and he happily called out in his heart: [Zhao Zhao! Zhao Zhao!]
He called out in his heart, so logically there should be no response, but he didn't expect that familiar voice to respond to him again: [A Yuan, I'm here.]
This time it was very clear, and there was a clear soothing tone in his voice.
Gong Yuanzheng suddenly felt wronged: [Zhao Zhao, my brother hit me.]
【What? 】
[My brother slapped me in the face with great force.] Gong Yuanzheng was just like a kid who had been bullied and was looking for his parents. He complained in his heart, [and he did it in front of Gong Ziyu and the elders.]
[…Ayuan, remember to tell your brother later that I need to help him sort out his meridians.]
[Oh, OK.] Gong Yuanzheng was not comforted, unhappy, and didn't understand why Zhao Zhao suddenly wanted to comb her brother's meridians. But when he thought about the time interval between her answers, it must be that thing, so he agreed obediently.
As for how to comb it, he didn't ask, Zhao Zhao knew it himself.
When Gong Ziyu left with Jin Fan and Gong Zishang, the three elders also left.
As soon as Gong Yuanzheng was free, he quickly dragged Gong Shangjiao back to Zheng Palace, fearing that those people who had no idea about the plot would come and surround him to demand the antidote.
Not to mention that he doesn't have the antidote, even if he did, he wouldn't give it to them, and they were forced to perform with pig heads. This is called preventing problems from happening!
When they arrived at Zheng Palace, it was time for dinner. After dinner, the two brothers went to the teahouse to make tea to digest food. Gong Yuanzheng then remembered to say to Gong Shangjiao: "Brother, I just contacted Zhao Zhao. She said she wanted to comb your meridians."
Gong Shangjiao's face changed: "Tell her that it's not necessary for now, and we can talk about it when we get back."
Before he finished speaking, he was shaken all over and fell forward. The white jade in the middle of his headband hit the tea table and broke into two pieces.
Gong Yuanzheng was startled and hurried over to help him, but saw that Gong Shangjiao had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
"Brother! Brother, what's wrong with you?!" Gong Yuanzheng felt his pulse and found nothing unusual.
Gong Shangjiao fell on the couch and curled up into a ball, his face twisted in pain, and he uttered a little bit through his teeth: "Zheng... Zhao... Zhao... this... bastard!"
At the beginning, he didn't have a deep enough understanding of Zhang Xueming's bad nature, and he even spent a lot of money to ask her to help him sort it out once.
All his fantasies about the stunning beauty were dispelled at once.
The neutral and peaceful healing internal energy was condensed into fine needles, shuttling through the meridians, violently breaking the blockages caused by hidden injuries in various small meridians. That feeling...
To describe it as pain that penetrates into the bone marrow is an understatement; it should be described as pain that penetrates into the soul.
I didn't expect to taste this feeling again today. It's really painful to the soul.
Gong Yuanzheng was relieved.
Oh, Zhao Zhao has started treatment, so everything is fine.
My brother has many hidden injuries, and no matter how good the medicine is, it can only cure part of them. Many meridians outside the main meridians are blocked, and many small meridians are almost useless. Zhao Zhao's medical skills are better than his, and if she is willing to help, my brother won't have to worry.
Pain? It hurts for sure.
If the circulation is unobstructed, there will be no pain. If there is pain, the circulation is obstructed.
My brother used to be the most tolerant person, so he just had to endure it.
Gong Yuanzheng thoughtfully had hot water and towels brought over. He would wipe Gong Shangjiao's sweat from time to time, encourage him, and occasionally give him a sip of tea to moisten his throat. Finally, he even flipped through a medical book and took care of Gong Shangjiao while reading it.
He couldn't bear to watch and suggested, "How about I give you an injection so you can fall asleep?"
Gong Shangjiao shook his head with great effort. He would never get a needle, he was just that stubborn.
The pain gradually subsided until midnight.
Gong Shangjiao thought that the force would take the opportunity to do something to him, but unexpectedly the other party was as quiet as a chicken, and its presence was so small that it would be ignored if one didn't pay close attention.
That thing is afraid of Zheng Zhaozhao. Zheng Zhaozhao must have something that can restrain or even kill it.
When Gong Shangjiao came to this conclusion, the anger caused by the pain was mostly gone.
He glanced at Gong Yuanzheng, who was recording his pharmaceutical inspirations in a booklet, and narrowed his eyes.
After returning from bathing and changing clothes, Gong Shangjiao stared at Gong Yuanzheng's eyes with a gloomy face: "Yuanzheng, did you complain to Zheng Zhaozhao behind my back?"
"What are you talking about, brother? What complaint?" Gong Yuanzheng sat up straight and tilted his head to look at him with an innocent look.
Gong Shangjiao would not believe him easily. His eyes were like knives, slashing the thick skin of the boy opposite him: "In today's plot, I slapped you in the hall. Did you secretly complain to Zheng Zhaozhao?"