jdhmnovel Chapter 206 Zheng Zhaozhao, who is good at "comforting" people
Chapter 206 Zheng Zhaozhao, who is good at "comforting" people
Zhang Xueming didn’t know whether Gong Shangjiao was moved or not, but she could clearly feel Gong Yuanzheng’s emotion.
The handsome young man looked at her with shock at first, his face full of expression: [Zhao Zhao, you are my confidant! ]
Then, she was thrown down.
Zhang Xueming passively endured Gong Yuanzheng's kiss, which was more passionate than ever before. She blinked blankly, and the tears that had been brewing earlier slipped out of her eyes. She still had a small wolf hair brush in her hand.
No, where is the tacit understanding we agreed on? Not picking up the lines is fine, but they actually did this kind of surprise attack. Honeycomb coal spirit is still listening!
Zhang Xueming struggled, Gong Yuanzheng let go of her lips, and seeing her tears, he frowned distressedly: "Don't cry, Zhaozhao, don't be sad."
He held Zhang Xueming's face, gently kissed away her tears, and then placed a kiss on her trembling eyelashes with great care: "When my brother wakes up, I will have a good talk with him."
The one two cubicles away's heartbeat quickened.
"But will my brother listen?" Zhang Xueming asked back, "The Gong Shangjiao I know has the palace's honor and disgrace, the family's burden, and the blood feud in his eyes...but not himself. Ayuan, you also understand, right?
He himself didn't know what he wanted. In the past, he was just the master of a palace, working hard for the livelihood of the palace. Now he holds a blade, burning himself to prolong the life of the palace.
The palace is almost taking up his entire life. Even you, his most beloved brother, can't resist his desire to devote everything to the palace. Can you persuade him?"
Gong Yuanzheng was silent for a long time. He didn't know where the impulse came from, but he suddenly wanted to speak out all the things and words hidden in his heart, and he did so.
"I remember I told you, Zhao Zhao, that I am not your biological brother. In fact, I am not your most beloved brother either."
Hmm? Why did you change the subject? Zhang Xueming was confused, but looking at Gong Yuanzheng's sad eyes that seemed to be about to burst into tears, he chose to hug him and asked, "Then who do you think your brother loves the most, A Yuan?"
"It's Brother Lang, my brother's biological brother." Gong Yuanzheng hugged her tightly, hid his face in the crook of her neck, and said sullenly: "In my brother's heart, the living me will never be as good as the dead Brother Lang."
"How did Brother Lang die?"
"The Ten Years of Great Disaster." Gong Yuanzheng told Zhang Xueming: "That winter, the Palace Gate's ally, the Cangdong Thunderbolt Hall, was being hunted by Wu Feng and sought refuge from the Palace Gate. The Palace Gate made an exception and allowed the Thunderbolt Hall's leader and his family of sixteen people to enter the Palace Gate. Who knew that those people were all disguised as Wu Feng's masters..."
He let go of Zhang Xueming, helped her sit up, and bent down to straighten her dress. The memory was too painful, and his childish face seemed to be stained with a bit of vicissitudes: "In that attack, the palace gate suffered heavy casualties. People of my father's generation, except Gong Hongyu and Gong Liushang, almost all other palace masters and adult men died in the battle."
The heartbeats two cubicles away were disordered.
"The women and children at the palace gate were sent to hide in the secret passage. I was the last one to be sent there. The closed secret passage door was reopened because of me. Brother Lang... He said he wanted to go back to get the dagger his brother gave him, and Madam Ling chased him out. Later I learned that they met Han Yike, one of the Four Wufeng Monsters, in the Corner Palace and unfortunately died."
Gong Yuanzheng took off the short knife from his waist and placed it on the table.
"This is the dagger that once belonged to Brother Lang. My brother gave it to me. But I know that no one can truly replace Brother Lang...
I have always worked hard, wanting to do better than anyone else, wanting to be my brother's pride, to help him share the burden on his shoulders, and to put a smile on his face every day.
Until today, I have not been able to do it. Sometimes I can't help but think that if it weren't for me, the secret passage door would not have been reopened and Brother Lang would not have run out...
I should have been the one who died. If I had died, my brother wouldn't have lost his mother and brother and lived in pain for so many years... I know that my brother has been blaming himself for not getting to the corner palace earlier... I know everything."
Zhang Xueming did not touch the dagger. He just looked quietly at the young man in front of him who seemed to be about to break into pieces. He listened to the chaotic heartbeat over there which always stayed outside the two compartments. He felt very complicated.
What is going on with this pair of brothers?
The two people clearly depend on each other and have been each other's spiritual support for ten years. How could such a misunderstanding occur?
A left-behind child lacks companionship and likes to daydream, while an old workhorse who can only do things but not speaks allows for misunderstandings. I am convinced.
"...Why doesn't Zhao Zhao say anything?" Gong Yuanzheng regretted what he had said and looked anxiously at Zhang Xueming who was staring at him in silence.
He didn't tell her this for sympathy or comfort, it was just that it was too painful to bear it all alone.
Perhaps, he also wanted to hear a word of affirmation from her, such as...
"I was thinking, if my brother had rushed to Jiao Palace, no one would remember the people who died in Jiao Palace, and no one would avenge them. The direct descendants of Jiao Palace would be wiped out, and the collateral descendants would take over, and all traces of my brother and his family would be wiped out.
The newcomers had not received Jiao Gong's orthodox and complete education, had only a vague understanding of business, and knew nothing about Jiao Gong's connections in the underworld...
Brother, do you think there is someone else in the palace who has his ability to successfully support the Jiao Palace in a short period of time, earn enough money to support thousands of people in the palace, and provide enough forging resources for the Shang Palace and the Hua Palace, and provide so many medicinal materials for the Zheng Palace and the Yue Palace? Let alone ten years, I think even one year is enough. "
Under the bright light in the room, the expression on Zhang Xueming's beautiful face was calm to the point of being cold, and his tone was not gentle at all, but rather vaguely mocking.
"Ayuan, the same goes for you. If you die then, Zheng Palace will have a new owner. You, your father, your mother, and those who have taken care of you... will all be completely forgotten.
The Palace Master of Zheng Palace, who was supported by Old Zhiren, will naturally lean towards Yu Palace and will not support his brother with all his strength like you do. I also don't believe that Gongmen is so lucky to meet a second medical and poison genius like you.
So, can you imagine? Without your poison, hidden weapons, and herbs, how difficult would it be for my brother to walk outside? He would suffer more injuries, bleed more, and be oppressed by the so-called blood relatives that he unilaterally values. He might not even last ten years.
After his brother fell, his younger brother Lang, who was protected behind him, had to take over and follow his brother's old path... Is this the future that A Yuan wants to see?"
Through those words without any warmth, he clearly realized the importance of his existence to Gong Shangjiao. The fragile and fragile expression on the young man's face faded little by little, and his dull eyes brightened up little by little as if light was injected into them.
He stared at Zhang Xueming without blinking, like a prisoner who had finally been pardoned, or like a beast that had finally caught its prey. He traced her eyebrows and eyes with almost greedy eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, as if being pulled by invisible puppet strings, forming a strange arc.
"Zhao Zhao...you're right." Gong Yuanzheng opened his arms and hugged Zhang Xueming, wishing that from now on he would let her grow onto him, or he would grow onto her, and they would never be separated again.
How could there be someone in the world who suits his taste so well? Gong Yuanzheng stretched out his long legs to completely trap the person, and hugged her tightly with satisfaction.