The heavy snow is falling, trying to bury the bloodstains on the palace gate...
The snow stopped and snow piled up all over the ground, covering the entire palace gate with a layer of silver...
In the main hall of Zheng Palace, Gong Yuanzheng was kneeling in the center of the hall...
The paper money on the ground is rolling in the wind, and yellow paper money is floating in the air. The servants are cleaning...
Today is the seventh day after the attack on the palace gate. My sister woke up, but my father was about to be buried!
The little Gong Yuanzheng lowered his eyes and looked calm, seemingly without any sadness.
In the past few days, all the palace gates were immersed in white sadness. During these days of vigil, he never shed tears in front of outsiders.
There was only one person secretly hiding in the corner, wiping tears.
Dad said that tears are the most useless thing in the world.
Sadness is something that no one can share, just like a wound on your hand!
Gong Yuanzheng looked at the finger on his hand that was pricked by a nail on his father's coffin just because he wanted to see his father for the last time, his face expressionless.
He walked out of the mourning hall, sat down on a step, and looked at the wound in his hand, as if he felt no pain.
Yesterday, I and my sister talked all night long by candlelight, and my sister didn't go to bed until dawn.
Now, my sister should not be awake yet...
Gong Yuanzheng's eyes drooped, and his sister seemed to be much more alert and talkative than before.
Maybe this memory loss is not a bad thing. He always feels that the sister now is flesh and blood and has a soul!
The previous sister was just like the doll used when learning acupuncture, so indifferent that people didn't dare to approach her.
A piece of paper money floated by, and there was a rustling sound of discussion.
"This is the only two siblings left in Zheng Palace. The second lady fainted from crying because of her father's death. This Young Master Zheng is like a normal person, not even shedding a tear!"
"Who says it's not the case? It's strange to say that Mr. Zheng has never liked playing with people since he was a child. He only likes bugs."
"What's so strange about that? You can see he's bleeding and doesn't feel any pain. He's as cold-blooded as a bug and has no heart."
"Stop talking...let's go..."
"horn……"
The sound stopped suddenly. Gong Yuanzheng was used to it. They thought they couldn't hear him if they whispered?
Sorry, he has been unusually bright and clear since he was a child. Maybe he is really a monster!
A figure appeared in front of Gong Yuanzheng. A pair of big hands lifted Gong Yuanzheng's small hand. Fine powder was poured onto the wound, which stopped the bleeding.
Gong Shangjiao gently bandaged Gong Yuanzheng's wound: "Did you hear their discussion?"
Gong Yuanzheng nodded.
"Then why don't you cry?" Gong Shangjiao asked softly.
"Can I not feel sad if I cry? Just like the wound is bleeding, the pain is still on me. No one can share it, so I won't cry." Gong Yuanzheng put his bandaged fingers in front of his eyes. I can't believe that a child under eight years old could say such a thing.
"No!" Gong Shangjiao seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't help but feel sad even if he cried.
He just showed his vulnerability to others.
Gong Shangjiao held Gong Yuanzheng's hand in his hand: "The injury in the heart is different from the injury on the hand. The injury on the hand will bleed, scab, and heal. The injury in the heart may never heal, but , you can cry in front of me, because when you cry, I can know that you are sad, and I can share it for you."
Gong Shangjiao's voice was sincere and warm, and Gong Yuanzheng's tears could no longer stop falling: "Brother, I heard that your brother, it was because I finally went to the secret room and opened the door to the secret room..."
"Fool, it's not your fault. You forgot, I said, from now on, you are my brother!" Gong Shangjiao's expression changed slightly, and then he said firmly.
He looked at the huge Zheng Palace, his eyes slightly cold.
It's time for a change in Zheng Palace. Why are there so many gossipy servants? It's no wonder that Wu Feng took advantage of the palace gate and broke in. It's because they were lax!
When Gong Yuanzheng heard Gong Shangjiao's words, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Three days ago, Gong Yuanzheng fell into a coma. Gong Yuanzheng went to the courtyard alone and happened to see Gong Shangjiao practicing his sword.
The sharp sword skills whizzed past Gong Yuanzheng's eyes, leaving the little Gong Yuanzheng stunned, his eyes filled with envy.
His breathing was messed up...
"Come out, I see you!" Gong Shangjiao's eyes were filled with the grief of having just lost a loved one, and a trace of loneliness lingered around him.
Gong Yuanzheng cautiously stuck his head out and was discovered. What should he do? Will you be hated?
Gong Shangjiao was a little stunned when he saw that it was Gong Yuanzheng. He tried his best to smile to make himself look gentle so as not to scare the children.
"Your name is Gong Yuanzheng, right?" He looked at him condescendingly.
"Yeah!" Gong Yuanzheng nodded, his eyes full of confusion.
"What are you doing here alone? Where are the servants?" Gong Shangjiao looked around to make sure he didn't see Gong Yuanzheng's servants.
"My father is dead, my sister is also unconscious, the servants bully me, and no one will teach me martial arts in the future..." Gong Yuanzheng choked with sobs.
Looking at the little Gong Yuanzheng, Gong Shangjiao's eyes were filled with tenderness. He knelt down and said, "Don't be afraid, I will teach you in the future!"
Gong Yuanzheng's eyes flashed with surprise: "Seriously?"
"Um!"
"Then, don't teach anything that is too difficult. My talent is not good, and dad said I am a slow learner... My dad hasn't taught you those moves you just did!" Gong Yuanzheng said cautiously, with a trace of shame flashing in his eyes. angry.
Gong Shangjiao reached out and touched Gong Yuanzheng's head: "It doesn't matter, let's learn slowly. It doesn't matter even if we can't learn. From now on, you will be my brother! I will protect you!"
"But, we are not the same father, am I also your brother?" Gong Yuanzheng was a little confused, raised his eyes and asked.
Gong Shangjiao's eyes were full of solemnity: "As long as your surname is Gong, you will be my brother!"
"But don't you have a younger brother of your own? Won't he be angry when I come?" Gong Yuanzheng thought, if his sister suddenly recognized a younger brother, he would definitely be angry!
"He...went to a far away place and will not come back." Gong Shangjiao's eyes turned red for a moment, and he tried his best to control the choking in his voice.
Gong Yuanzheng had never seen such a battle before, and he quickly comforted him: "Don't cry, I will be your brother. You teach me martial arts, I will learn it seriously, and I will protect you in the future."
"There is no knife here. I will go back to Zheng Palace to get my knife. You wait for me here. I will be back soon."
Gong Yuanzheng ran far away, and returned to Zheng Gong panting, taking out his mahogany knife.
When he returned to the courtyard, Gong Shangjiao had disappeared.
He lowered his head a little lonely.
Suddenly, a big hand patted his shoulder, and he turned around in surprise. Gong Shangjiao squatted down, holding a short knife in his hand: "Since you are willing to be my brother, then naturally I will give you a greeting gift as a brother." .”
Gong Yuanzheng took the dagger and carefully traced the pattern on it: "This dagger is so beautiful! Did you give it to me?"
"Well, I'll give it to you! You must learn martial arts well in the future so that you won't be bullied."
"Okay, but since you gave me a gift, what gift do I want in return? I seem to have nothing now!" Gong Yuanzheng lowered his eyes. His father is dead and his sister is in a coma. He really has nothing. .
Gong Shangjiao's heart ached when he saw Gong Yuanzheng like this. He hugged Gong Yuanzheng into his arms, tears filling his eyes: "You have given me the best gift. "
Throughout the afternoon, under the guidance of Gong Shangjiao, the little boy used a mahogany knife to gradually learn the moves that Gong Shangjiao had danced before. Although he was clumsy, he looked decent...
Near noon, Gong Yuanzheng woke up from his warm bed. He touched his side and found that the little boy was no longer there.
She was a little surprised, but then frowned. A child will not grow taller if he doesn't sleep. It seems that he needs to supervise him to sleep well in the future, and he can't go to bed late and get up early.
During the candle-lit night talk last night, Gong Yaozheng learned what kind of master he was.
To sum up, it would be an understatement to say that she was missing a chord. At a young age, she was obsessed with pharmacology. She should have been young and playful, but she spent all day in the pharmacy.
He didn't care about anything in the outside world, and he ignored his younger brother Gong Yuanzheng. He only shed tears when he saw his father's body, and then fainted.
Gong Yuanzheng feels that everyone in the palace is indeed gifted. Gong Ziyu has a photographic memory, Gong Shangjiao has strong martial arts, a keen sense of smell, fertility... Well, let’s ignore this for now, Gong Yuanzheng is a poison genius, Gong Zi Shang studies gunpowder and has a super high emotional intelligence. Master Yue from the back mountain has super high medical skills.
For detoxification, there is Gong Yuezheng, for curing diseases, there is Gong Shangjiao, for fighting and making money, there is Gong Shangjiao, for gunpowder, there is Gong Zishang, and if it is not good, there is Gongzi Shang.
So, what's wrong with her?
She can rest assured! She didn't understand why the original body was so curled up. She couldn't stay in the pharmacy all day like the original body.
Besides, we will talk about the future later. At least in these ten years, she can lie down!
With this thought in mind, Gong Yaozheng left the room. After walking a few steps, he saw two people sitting on the steps outside Zhenggong's main hall. Gong Yaozheng's eyes lit up slightly.
She is familiar with this plot. Gong Shangjiao comforts Gong Yuanzheng, but she didn't expect it to happen today!
But I'd better not disturb their brother's relationship. After all, he, who is ready to mess up, will have to rely on these two to support him in the future.
Just turned around to leave...
He was stopped in his tracks by a shout from his sister.
Gong Yao gathered the shawl on his body and turned around: "What a coincidence! Is this it?"
Gong Yaozheng looked at Gong Shangjiao, and looked at Gong Shangjiao, who looked like a seventeen-year-old boy. At this moment, he was not as mature and cold as he would be ten years later. The lingering sadness gave his whole person a distressing aura.
But Gong Yaozheng could only pretend not to know him, who knows how excited she was! This is the big benefactor of the palace. Whether you can live a good life in the future depends on him!
Everyone who has seen Yun Zhiyu knows that Gongmen takes the surname Gong and is divided into four palaces, Shang Jiao Zhengyu. Shang Gong is responsible for the production of concealed weapons and weapons and gunpowder, paving the way for Jiao Gong's business in the world. The Corner Palace is responsible for external affairs, dealings with the world and business dealings. Zheng Gong is responsible for the research of poison and antidote, preparation and detoxification. The Yu Palace is responsible for guarding the upper and lower palace gates, and the four palaces each perform their own duties, forming this huge palace gate.
"This is Kakunomiya's brother!" Gong Yuanzheng said in a sweet voice. He tugged on Gong Yaozheng's sleeves and lowered his eyes slightly.
"The dagger you saw yesterday was a gift from me! As promised, I will be my brother's younger brother, so don't be angry."
Gong Yuanzheng knew it, no wonder he felt weird about Gong Yuanzheng. It turned out that he was worried that he would be jealous!
Gong Yaozheng smiled: "No, there is one more person to protect my brother Yuanzheng. It's not too late for my sister to be happy!"
Immediately, Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Shangjiao and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Jiao, for being willing to teach my brother Yuanzheng martial arts."
Gong Shangjiao looked at Gong Yuanzheng and knew that she was the sister who had just woken up from a coma as mentioned by Gong Yuanzheng. Now it seemed that she was different from the rumors: "Your name is Gong Yuanzheng, right! Which Yao is it?" "
"It's the distant feeling of "far away in battle, far away in the day and night"."
Hearing this, Gong Shangjiao smiled and said, "Is that Yao or Yao?"
Gong Yaozheng was originally going to write a text, but he was embarrassed: "Uh, far away!"
Gong Shangjiao looked at Gong Yuanzheng. This was Yuanzheng's sister. She was three years older than Yuanzheng and the same age as brother Lang...
Gong Shangjiao's expression was slightly restrained: "Today, the elders of the back mountain will come forward and work with Zhibian to arrange funeral ceremonies for each palace, so that the souls of the palace gates can be buried in peace."
Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Shangjiao, then looked back at the mourning hall behind him: "Brother, where will dad and the others be buried?"
"Back Hill Graveyard."
"Houshan, then we won't be able to visit our father in the future." Xiao Gong Yuanzheng said with a somewhat lonely look in his eyes.
Gong Shangjiao comforted him: "No, their souls will be enshrined in the back mountain ancestral hall. We can visit them every year. They are all heroes of the palace, and they protect the palace."
Hearing this, Gong Yuanzheng looked at the coffin in the main hall. Today was the first day of the seventh year. He didn't know if his father would come back to see him.
Although his father has always been very strict with him, he has no talent and practices sword skills over and over again, but he always fails to get the point.
"Stand firm, don't bend your legs, use your arms to drive your wrists, and hold the knife steady, like this!"
In the courtyard, Gong Wangzheng demonstrated his sword skills. The little Gong Yuanzheng's legs were trembling and there were tears in his eyes.
"You are a man and you are the future of Zheng Gong. If you are so weak, how can you protect your sister in the future? How can you let Zheng Gong gain a foothold in the palace?"
Gong Wangzheng looked at Gong Yuanzheng's trembling legs and the sweat on his forehead, his eyes showing distress, but he still closed his eyes: "Keep practicing, when you are done practicing, when will you eat."
Gong Yuanzheng finally couldn't help but shed tears. He was so tired! Really, I can’t hold on any longer!
"Put away your worthless tears. You have to remember that tears are the most useless thing in the world. They will only expose your weakness! Let people bully you unscrupulously!" Gong Wangzheng frowned. Looking at him again, he turned and left.
In the distance, where Gong Yuanzheng cannot see...
"Go and prepare a medicated bath for the young master."
"yes!"
…
Gong Yuanzheng's ears twitched slightly, and his eyes became determined. Dad was right, he was a man, he wanted to protect his sister and guard the palace gate! Don't be bullied by others.
In the courtyard, the little boy waved the wooden knife, over and over again, even if he was sweating like rain, and even if his legs were shaking badly, he didn't stop...
His thoughts were pulled back, Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Yuanzheng who didn't know what he was thinking, and Gong Shangjiao who left because of the summons with the sword, and secretly made up his mind.
Gong Yaozheng couldn't recover from Gong Shangjiao's words for a long time. People in the palace seemed to be born with a certain belief. Guarding the palace gate is simply engraved in the DNA.
But my own idea of posing in a bad shape seems so out of place in this. How can I make it sloppy and curled at the same time?
How distressing!
"Sister, are you hungry?"
Gong Yuanzheng's voice brought Gong Yuanzheng back to his senses, and he touched his rumbling stomach.
"It's a bit, how do you know?"
"Because I heard it!" Gong Yuanzheng looked at Gong Yuanzheng's belly and said with a simple face.
But Gong Yaozheng blushed in embarrassment. It was so embarrassing. Did his stomach ring so loudly?
"Let's go have lunch!" Gong Yuanzheng held Gong Yuanzheng's hand and walked to the dining hall.
The servants have already prepared lunch. Because it is the mourning period, all the dishes are vegetarian, but the taste is excellent.
Gong Yuanzheng gave Gong Yuanzheng a piece of lettuce with chopsticks: "Eat more and grow up quickly!"
Gong Yuanzheng was slightly startled. His sister had never picked up food for him. She was always quiet and silent when eating. She would not even touch the edge of the bowl with her chopsticks, let alone pick up food for others.
Gong Yuanzheng's eyes were slightly warm, he liked his current sister!
He also picked up a piece of food with chopsticks: "Sister, eat it too!"
"Brother Yuanzheng is so good!" Gong Yaozheng said with a smile while eating his meal.
Gong Yuanzheng shyly picked up the rice, bubbles arose in his heart, he was praised by his sister!
The funeral ceremony at the palace gate will be in the afternoon
Fine snowflakes floated in the sky again, seeming to mourn the deceased.
Gong Yaozheng and others could only send them to the entrance of the back mountain and watch the coffins being carried into the back mountain one by one.
Sensing that the mood of Gong Yuanzheng beside him was wrong, Gong Yuanzheng took Gong Yuanzheng into his arms and coaxed softly: "Cry if you want. In my sister's arms, others can't see it."
A thin sobbing sound came, and tears wetted the clothes on Gong Yaozheng's chest and also wet Gong Yaozheng's heart.
She gently stroked Gong Yuanzheng's head and looked at the snowflakes and paper money dancing in the air.
For the first time, I felt a sense of belonging to Gongmen, just because of the little boy in my arms.
