sbdcsierra Chapter 299 Stupid Brothers Stupid Things
Chapter 299 Stupid Brothers Stupid Things
"Another gift?" Gong Yuanzheng was so surprised that hearts popped out of his eyes.
"The New Year is coming." Zhang Xueming helped him comb his hair, braided it, and hung the bells he had chosen on his braids one by one.
Gong Shangjiao looked at Gong Yuanzheng's happy expression and said sourly: "I don't have it?"
Zhang Xueming picked out a large box from the pile, and then picked up a few smaller ones, and stacked them neatly in front of him: "Brother is busy all the time for me and Ayuan, no one can be missing but brother's."
Gong Shangjiao took them down one by one and opened them. It turned out to be a set of black wide-sleeved robes and accessories embroidered with gold-thread curling grass patterns, even the leather and gold chain that he often used to tie his pigtails was included.
"Ayuan picked the style and pattern, and I picked the material. The sewing room rushed to make them and sent them to us. We have them all, the same color, pattern, but different styles." There are still four sets that can't be made in time. They will be sent after they are finished. It's wonderful to receive gifts every once in a while.
With gifts to receive and nice words to hear, Gong Shangjiao suddenly felt like he had just gone to a hot spring after being busy for seven days. The word "comfortable" emanated from every pore of his body. "This is pretty good."
Zhang Xueming did not spoil his trick and asked him with a smile: "My eldest sister will take over as the Palace Master tomorrow, brother, shall we wear this new set?"
"Okay." Gong Shangjiao agreed readily and left with the box in his arms. "I'll go back to Zhongchunju to get something."
As soon as he left, Gong Yuanzheng muttered, "Brother always loves to make excuses. He obviously went back to try on new clothes."
Indeed, someone who was not as vain as his younger brother was wearing a new robe and looking at himself in the large floor-length bronze mirror snatched from his younger brother. Sometimes he opened his arms and turned around, and sometimes he put his hands behind his back to look serious.
He is handsome and majestic.
Gong Shangjiao showed a satisfied smile.
Just ...
His skin seems to be getting whiter and whiter. Is it an illusion?
Gong Shangjiao moved closer to the bronze mirror, turned his head left and right to look at himself, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and then looked at the skin on the back of his hand, which was also white and delicate.
Thinking of Jin Fu's face that turned from black to white overnight, Gong Shangjiao was suspicious for a moment, then shook his head and laughed at himself for being too suspicious.
I changed out of my new clothes reluctantly, folded them neatly and put them back into the box, then put the box away carefully in the bedside table, waiting to wear them with my two little ones the next day to show off in front of others.
After dinner, the three of them gathered together. The two brothers were busy outlining and coloring the line drawings. Zhang Xueming picked out fifteen finished paintings and mounted them one by one on cut thick plain paper. He then took out a drill to punch holes along the edges, put on lines, and finally added a cover. He showed it to the two brothers and put it in a wooden box.
"Who is this for?" Gong Shangjiao kept looking at the box.
"We need to send two copies to the elders back home." Zhang Xueming said with a smile, "Brother's copy has already been prepared and is just waiting for the New Year."
Gong Shangjiao gave up the idea of stealing it, but he became curious about the album that belonged to him again, and asked tentatively: "Can't I look at it now?"
Gong Yuanzheng said without even looking up, "Good things are worth waiting for. I already said it's a New Year's gift, so I have to wait until the first day of the New Year to watch it. If I watch it now, there won't be any surprises then."
Gong Shangjiao flicked the bell on his pigtail with his fingers, glanced at Zhang Xueming, and said meaningfully: "I find that you are becoming more and more eloquent now. You have a lot of little words. I don't know who you learned them from."
Without waiting for the other two to fight back, he coughed dryly, put a Chuanbei throat pill in his mouth, and said, "Gong Huanyu has already made arrangements. No gardeners were sent from other palaces, but people were directly transferred from the palace gate and the internal affairs. Guards were also sent to him. We are just waiting to see the results."
"So where does he live now, Yugong?" Gong Yuanzheng wasn't very interested in these things and asked just to be polite.
Gong Shangjiao wrote as he wrote, "Of course it's Yu Gong. We can't let him go back to the dungeon after the work is done."
"Very good." Gong Yuanzheng adjusted the color slowly, "Gong Huanyu will definitely eat two more bowls of rice after seeing the miserable state of Gong Hongyu and Ming Wuji every day."
"I'm afraid the days will be tough. The rumors in the palace are all about Yu Gong and his son..."
"It's just your own fault." Zhang Xueming's lips curled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm, "Who asked Gong Hongyu to take the lead in using this kind of harem method to deal with people? The guards and servants at the palace gate have been indulged for more than 20 years. It's impossible for my brother to teach them not to say anything inappropriate right away."
Gong Yuanzheng also said: "Brother, don't forget about the past just because Gong Huanyu is now obedient. This person can be used, but we must be on guard."
He was worried that Gong Shangjiao would fall into his old habit again, so he reminded him, "Even if we don't mention other things, just say that when he was the young master, the other three palace masters were either devalued to be worthless or were spread as monsters. Even his brother Gong Ziyu's life story was dug up, but he was the only one with an extremely good reputation. Brother, don't you think this is a coincidence?"
"Gong Hongyu has taught us by example, so how can there be coincidence?" Zhang Xueming smiled contemptuously, "If they don't have enough ability and don't suppress the capable ones and make them obedient, who will work for them like a slave?"
Gong Shangjiao's ears hurt after hearing this: "Alright, alright, I just said one sentence casually, but you have a hundred sentences waiting for me."
Zhang Xueming sneered: "It can't be helped. Who told you to put on a stern face and act like a demon cult leader every day? But in fact, you are a soft-hearted and kind-hearted brother who won't complain even when being bullied."
Gong Yuanzheng nodded and repeated, "You are kind-hearted, silly brother."
Gong Shangjiao felt a little angry and a little sweet. He wanted to say something harsh to Zhang Xueming, but he was still hurting. He wanted to pull Gong Yuanzheng's pigtails and fat, but he was afraid of ruining his paintings.
After thinking it over, Gong Shangjiao picked up the last glutinous rice dumpling with red bean paste in the snack box, bit off half of it, and raised an eyebrow at Gong Yuanzheng who had his eyes wide open: "Do you still think I'm soft-hearted and kind?"
Gong Yuanzheng put down his pen angrily, reached out and grabbed two pieces of milk cake in the box, took a bite of each, and raised an eyebrow at Gong Shangjiao: "Brother, you don't like us to say that you are soft-hearted and kind, but you like us to call you stupid brother?"
Gong Shangjiao couldn't stand it any longer, so he grabbed the man by the neck and punched him hard on the top of the head.
Gong Yuanzheng was not willing to be outdone, so he pinched the soft flesh on his waist.
Zhang Xueming looked at the two childish brothers speechlessly, stretched out his hands under the desk, and gently lifted the desk and the things on it away from the battlefield.
She calmly sat down behind the desk, spread out a piece of rice paper, glanced at the two brothers who were wrestling, and picked up her brush to paint.
The sharp outlines drawn with a plain brush depict the two people's disheveled hair and messy clothes.
By the time they had decided the winner, she had already painted the background, even outlining and coloring it.
He mounted them on plain paper, dried them with internal energy, and waved them in front of the two brothers, successfully harvesting two stupid geese.
She rolled up the painting, hid it in her sleeve, and walked away leisurely.