sbdcsierra Chapter 332: Not asleep, but fainted from exhaustion
Chapter 332: Not asleep, but fainted from exhaustion
Seeing that Gong Shangjiao was so tired that he fell asleep while sitting, the others smiled understandingly and left on their own accord.
Gong Zishang and the elders will take care of the follow-up, so the team leaders can take a good rest. There will definitely be injured in the teams fighting against the other six factions, which is a good opportunity to test the teaching level of the former Elder Yue.
The teahouse in Miaoxiaju became quiet.
Gong Yuanzheng didn't believe that Gong Shangjiao would fall asleep in front of so many people, so he said tentatively: "Brother, everyone is gone."
Seeing that Gong Shangjiao didn't respond, he reached out and pushed Gong Shangjiao: "Brother, can I help you go to the bedroom to rest?"
Gong Shangjiao still didn't respond.
Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips: [Zhao Zhao, come here.]
Zhang Xueming stood up and walked around Gong Shangjiao, leaning over to see his expression: "Brother, shall I carry you over?"
Still no response.
Zhang Xueming turned his head and looked at Gong Yuanzheng: [It seems that this time it is true. ]
She grabbed Gong Shangjiao's shoulders and gently laid him down backwards, then picked him up sideways.
Gong Shangjiao just frowned slightly in discomfort and rolled his eyes under his eyelids.
[Isn't this person asleep? Is he fainted?] Zhang Xueming suppressed his laughter and walked the person to the couch in Gong Yuanzheng's bedroom.
Gong Yuanzheng checked Gong Shangjiao's pulse and nodded helplessly to Zhang Xueming: [He has indeed fainted. He has been staying up late for too long and has exhausted his mental energy.]
Zhang Xueming was too lazy to comment on the Gong family's behavior of staying up late to work. Even Gong Zishang, who didn't practice martial arts, was like this. If they didn't change after hearing what he said, he might as well stop wasting his breath.
She helped Gong Yuanzheng take off Gong Shangjiao's outer robe, then stopped interfering and went to wait at the door.
Gong Yuanzheng untied Gong Shangjiao's hair crown and waist belt, took off his shoes and socks, and wrapped him tightly in a quilt. Finally, he stuffed a pill of elixir made from golden silkworm seeds and snow lotus embryos into his mouth to ensure that he was not hungry or thirsty. Only then did he feel at ease to close the sliding door and leave with Zhang Xueming.
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Gong Shangjiao stayed at Miaoxiaju, and Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng stayed at home as usual, doing everything in the tea room.
The trees in the courtyard had their old branches and dead leaves pruned away, leaving only green shoots. The sunlight was less obstructed and gathered into several beams, shining on the surface of the pool.
Zhang Xueming washed his hands, burned incense, and played the piano.
A column of fragrant smoke curls up, and the sound of "Zuowang" makes all worldly worries disappear.
Gong Yuanzheng originally took out his painting supplies, intending to try to record this beautiful woman and scenery on paper, but as he listened he became immersed in it, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of his pen, spreading across the snow-white paper.
After the song ended, he heaved a long sigh of relief, stared down at the rice paper with empty ink spots, painted a rock with the ink spots, and then drew an old pine tree with a few quick strokes.
Zhang Xueming came over and saw it, and couldn't help laughing: "I thought you were drawing me playing the piano."
Gong Yuanzheng lowered his eyes embarrassedly.
Zhang Xueming took the pen from him and scribbled a few strokes on the painting.
A long-haired puppy appeared on the rock, lying down with its tongue hanging out.
After a few more strokes, there was a long-haired puppy under the old pine tree. It was looking at its companion on the rocks, tilting its head curiously, with a look of innocence.
Gong Yuanzheng was delighted when he saw this. He quickly used his internal energy to evaporate the ink, rolled it up carefully and put it into a painting tube made of thick paper.
Zhang Xueming filled a clay pot with water and put it on the stove: [I want to drink the pear soup you cooked.]
Recently, the kitchen has been cooking this every day to relieve the dryness of the masters, so Gong Yuanzheng asked someone to send over soaked white fungus, whole pears, dried green plums and rock sugar.
He washed his hands, peeled a pear, and asked Zhang Xueming: [When are we going to the back mountain? ]
[Wait until my brother wakes up, we'll go check out the clinic and leave.] Zhang Xueming flexed his fingers, [The Yue clan has yet to choose a suitable successor to the Moon Palace, so the second level will probably require the former Moon Elder to set the questions. The third level will either involve forging knives or making hidden weapons, which won't be difficult for you.]
[I mean to go see the meteorite.] Gong Yuanzheng cut the peeled pear into small pieces and put them into a bowl, [Now that the thing is gone, we can leave.]
[Not waiting for Gongmen to finish moving?] Zhang Xueming teased him, [Such a big thing, are you willing to let your brother work alone?]
Gong Yuanzheng came over to massage her shoulders, took the opportunity to be intimate with her, and smiled like a flower: [It's too early to move, and it's hard to satisfy everyone. Maybe when we come back from the north, they haven't decided who will leave and who will stay. ]
[Have you thought about the means of transportation?] Zhang Xueming rubbed his cheek, [The journey is long. After riding for a whole day, you have to walk with your legs apart when you get off the horse. If you can't find a post station or an inn, you will have to sleep in the wild.]
When Gong Yuanzheng went up the mountain to collect herbs, he sometimes had to sleep in the open air. He couldn't bear to let Zhang Xueming suffer that kind of hardship: [Then take a carriage.]
Zhang Xueming complained about the inconveniences of the carriage at the right time, gave him the drawings of the springs, and led him to design a new carriage that was not bumpy and convenient: [It would be best if we could read books and work as usual while traveling. ]
[Just the two of us?] Gong Yuanzheng’s eyes lit up.
Zhang Xueming was slightly startled, and couldn't help laughing: [Yes, just the two of us.]
Gong Yuanzheng suppressed the urge to cheer, hugged her, cooked the pear soup, and then enthusiastically immersed himself in designing.
Zhang Xueming admired his serious look for a while, then took out pen and ink, drew a picture for him as a souvenir, and then wrote a letter to Zhang Qiu to tell him about his future arrangements.
Before this, she had not instructed Zhang Qiu and others to help Gongmen attack the secret bases of various factions. They would not take risks on their own initiative. At most, they would lead the way for Gongmen's team.
Gongmen was victorious, and it was estimated that they had now followed the team into the Jiuchen Valley and were waiting for her next instructions at the Pinghu Restaurant.
She asked Gong Yuanzheng: [Ah Yuan, do you have anything to say to Uncle Qiu?]
Gong Yuanzheng thought for a moment and said, "Please say hello to him for me and ask him to stay here peacefully. We will go to the town to see him in two days."
Jin Miao also went out with Gong Shangjiao for a day and a night before returning. Zhang Xueming had asked him to go down and rest. Jin Ting was still watching the guards searching the secret rooms and passages of the various factions, and he had not returned.
Qingzhi and Surong were asked to deliver the letter.
When they came back, they brought not only a reply letter from Zhangqiu, but also a thick cowhide waterproof paper bag.
Zhang Xueming opened it and found that it was the result of an investigation into the Zhang family in Yuanjiang City.
The Zhang family in Yuanjiang City has long been in decline.
Nine years ago, after the palace robbery, Gong Shangjiao led his team out of the valley to do business.
At that time, Gushan faction supported Gongmen, but was destroyed by Wufeng, but Gongmen did not help. Gongmen had a bad reputation. Many former allies tore up the agreement, took advantage of the situation, and took the opportunity to eat into Gongmen's business. The Zhang family of Yuanjiang City was one of them.
The Cheng family of Yuanjiang City was willing to take the risk and provide timely assistance by accepting the order for the palace gate.
After Gong Shangjiao overcame the difficulties, he supported the Cheng family's business to expand, squeezing the Zhang family into bankruptcy. The Zhang family, young and old, returned to their hometown in Huitong Town.
Mr. Zhang, who sent Gong Yuanzheng's mother Zhang Wenjin to the palace to participate in the marriage selection, has passed away, but Madam Zhang is still alive.
The investigators used some tricks, and Madam Zhang was afraid of implicating her biological daughter, who had already become a grandmother, and her family, so she had to tell the truth of the year -
Mr. Zhang went out to do business and found the seriously injured Zhang Wenjin by the river. Because Zhang Wenjin had valuable ornaments on her body, he thought that she came from a good family. Mr. Zhang wanted to earn a favor and took her back to the Zhang Mansion for treatment.
It turned out that Zhang Wenjin had forgotten everything except her own name. She had been kept at his home for a year but no one came to look for her. Even if he asked around, he could not find out which noble family had lost their daughter.
It happened that the palace was selecting a marriage partner, and Mr. Zhang wanted to curry favor with the palace to gain protection, but he was reluctant to let his biological daughter marry far away and cut off contact with her family, so he persuaded Zhang Wenjin to cooperate by sending her to the palace to treat her amnesia, and announced to the public that his little daughter who was raised in his hometown had been brought back.
After a series of operations, he actually took advantage of his friendship with Gong Hongyu and Gong Qinjiao to squeeze Zhang Wenjin into the list of brides to be chosen in the palace.