jdhmnovel Chapter 208 Gong Yuanzheng is full of happiness
Chapter 208 Gong Yuanzheng is full of happiness
Damn Jin Fu!
Zhang Xueming, who was trapped in Gong Yuanzheng's arms, and Gong Shangjiao, who was "listening in", cursed inwardly at the same time, and made the decision to go back and beat Jin Fu up at the same time.
Gong Shangjiao was the most annoyed.
He didn't expect that something like this would happen outside the main hall that day. In the middle of winter, Gong Yuanzheng sat on the steps outside the door for the whole night. Instead of reminding him, Jin Fu added fuel to the fire and said all sorts of nonsense to Gong Yuanzheng.
No wonder Gong Yuanzheng always stole a glance at his expression when talking to him after that. So that's why!
Of course, Gong Shangjiao admitted that he was also wrong.
It was near the anniversary of his mother's and brother Lang's death, and because the blood feud had not been avenged, he was emotionally unstable during those days every year.
Gong Shangjiao said harsh words to his younger brother, with whom he depended on for everything, in a fit of rage. When he calmed down the next day, he regretted it.
But he didn't know how to face Gong Yuanzheng.
Just like now, he didn't dare to go out and face Zhang Xueming, who would follow the assumptions and use the cruel reality as a slap in the face to wake him up.
As a brother, doesn't he have any dignity?
Listening to Gong Yuanzheng's suppressed crying, Gong Shangjiao's mind was in a mess. He wanted to go out but couldn't move his feet.
After standing there motionless for an unknown amount of time, he heard Gong Yuanzheng ask Zhang Xueming in a muffled voice, "Zhao Zhao, am I too greedy? It's clear that Brother Lang is your brother's biological brother, but I want to take his place in your brother's heart."
Zhang Xueming came out of his arms, took a handkerchief, pinched his chin and wiped his face.
It has no image at all, just like a little tabby cat.
She did not answer Gong Yuanzheng's question, but pointed at the dagger on the table and said, "You should return this dagger to your brother."
Gong Yuanzheng's tears started to flow again. He pursed his lips and stared at her stubbornly.
"Then ask my brother for a new short sword that belonged to Gong Yuanzheng, with the word 'Yuan' engraved on the handle."
Gong Yuanzheng looked at her suspiciously but still said nothing.
"Perhaps at the beginning, Ayuan wanted to find a strong man who could protect you and help you grow up safely, and brother wanted to find a bond for himself, a bond that would prevent him from being swallowed by hatred and pain..." Zhang Xueming said, and suddenly patted his forehead lightly, "Oh, by the way, how did Ayuan cultivate Yun Chonglian, can you tell me?"
The preface does not match the postscript.
Gong Yuanzheng was used to Zhang Xueming analyzing things in detail, so he was a little confused by this sudden move.
"Turn around, I'll comb your hair again. Your braids are all matted." Zhang Xueming untied the tiger cord around his waist and took out a small jade comb from it.
After he turned around obediently, she took off his headband, picked off the little bells in his hair one by one, untied his braids, and slowly helped him comb his long hair.
The round teeth of the jade comb scraped his scalp neither lightly nor heavily. Gong Yuanzheng squinted his eyes comfortably and honestly talked about the process of cultivating Yun Chonglian.
Where did the soil come from? What is the seashell powder that emits a faint blue light used for? How to prepare the nutrient solution...
When talking about the things he likes to do, Gong Yuanzheng talks endlessly. His attention shifted and his emotions gradually stabilized.
Zhang Xueming couldn't see his face, but just by listening to Gong Yuanzheng's voice and tone, he could imagine how gentle the expression on his face was at that moment.
The smile on Zhang Xueming's face gradually became gentle.
She quickly re-braided Gong Yuanzheng's hair, hung small bells and silver leaves on it, and then helped him put on the headband.
Well, the little boy with red eyes and nose is also very cute. It would be better if he could be less picky.
Gong Yuanzheng had just finished speaking, and his thoughts inevitably returned to the previous question. He thought that Zhang Xueming's abrupt change of subject meant that he didn't want to continue talking, so he pursed his lips and decided to give up.
Zhang Xueming didn't intend to let it go. He quickly pinched his pouting lips, kissed him gently, and said with a smile: "Oh, what should I do? My Ayuan is so stupid. He hasn't reacted yet."
"What?" Gong Yuanzheng's eyes widened again, "What should I react to?"
Zhang Xueming looked lovingly at this young man who became slow when it came to his affairs, feeling quite helpless: "People often say that loving someone is like raising flowers. Ayuan, if you still can't figure out how much you mean to me, go take a look at the Izumo Chonglian you raised, and then go to the mirror and look at yourself now. How much thought you put into Izumo Chonglian is how much thought I put into you... No, it will be even more."
Gong Yuanzheng looked at her stupidly. He already understood what she meant, but he didn't dare to say anything to confirm.
Zhang Xueming pinched his chin and shook it, half teasingly and half seriously saying: "Brother spent ten years and countless efforts to cultivate this unique flower. It is really beautiful and has a jade-like texture and golden appearance. It is extraordinary. It makes people happy and yearning to see it."
Gong Yuanzheng was struck by great joy.
Zhang Xueming's ability to see the big picture from the details and her good reputation make her words extremely persuasive.
Gong Yuanzheng blushed, looking at her with moist eyes. His lips moved slightly, and what came out of his mouth was not "Really?" to confirm, but something that was beyond Zhang Xueming's expectation: "Would you like to pick it, treasure it from now on, and never leave it?"
Zhang Xueming opened his eyes wide in disbelief. After a moment, he smiled brightly, not hiding his joy: "That's what I really want, but I dare not ask for it."
Two cubicles away, Gong Shangjiao didn't hear the two very low words. After waiting for a long time, he heard them speak again, and they were talking about calligraphy and painting.
He recalled the conversation he had heard and felt that all the problems had been satisfactorily solved by Zhang Xueming. He nodded with satisfaction and quietly returned to his brother's bedroom to sleep.
The affairs of the Liu family and Young Master Yue were all left to the elders to deal with. He wanted to have a good sleep today and he would not go out unless the sky fell.
Just as he was about to cover himself with the quilt when he fell on the bed, Gong Shangjiao suddenly had an idea and got up again, then took out a small paper bag from the sleeve pocket of his outer robe hanging on the floor-standing clothes rack.
That was the anthelmintic he had put in there.
To eat or not?
Gong Shangjiao held the brown pill and looked at it for a long time before finally putting it in his mouth. He then lay down on the bed, wrapped himself in the quilt, and waited for the pain to come.
He will have younger brothers and sisters to protect in the future, and the darkest moment that occurs every half a month is too dangerous. It is better not to take risks just for the sake of increasing that little bit of internal strength.
In the tea room, listening to someone's heartbeat fading away, Zhang Xueming curled his lips slightly, picked up the brush and sketched a handsome boy on the spread rice paper. He then sketched his steady and prudent good brother on the boy's left hand, and then stood on his right hand...
Gong Yuanzheng couldn't help but stretch his head to look while writing, pointing and saying, "No, no, Zhaozhao, you have to stand in the middle, otherwise..."
"What else?" The person who was tenderly coaxing the young man a moment ago now looked at him in a frown, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, raising his claws to scratch someone.
Gong Yuanzheng grinned foolishly, his eyes rolling: "Or you can draw a tree next to you and sit on it, so that you will be taller than me and my brother... Oh! Zhaozhao, don't draw on my face, the ink is hard to wash off!"
Zhang Xueming coldly grabbed the screaming boy, held him down, and drew three more whiskers on the right half of his face.
Good. Once I make him a big tail to tie around his waist, and a hairpin with pointed ears to wear on his head, he can dress up as a husky that deserves a beating.