Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Gong Yuanzheng has been in Tiandu for more than five months.

"Second brother, I will be going back to the palace in a few days!" Gong Yuanzheng felt that time passed so quickly. He hadn't felt anything yet, but he had to go back.

"Brother is already preparing things for your return trip. You must wear the natural silk gloves I prepared for you at all times. You can't take them off whether you are sleeping or eating." Zhuo Yichen sat at the window frame of Gong Yuanzheng's bedroom.

"I wear them all the time!" Gong Yuanzheng stretched out his hand to show the pair of gloves that were as thin as a cicada's wing and matched his skin tone.

The silk gloves sparkled in the refraction of the sunlight. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell that Gong Yuanzheng was wearing a pair of gloves on his hands.

"Take the medicinal diet recipe that Grandpa Wang prepared for you with you. Even after you go back, you must drink a cup of it every day. Don't take advantage of your young age and squander your body recklessly." Zhuo Yichen admonished Gong Yuanzheng like a little adult.

"Second brother! You are not much older than me, and my eldest brother said that you were even more naughty than me when you were little!" Gong Yuanzheng blushed.

"I was only five or six years old at that time, which was the time for me to play around. What's wrong with children playing and making noises?" Zhuo Yichen certainly knew what kind of person he was when he was a child.

On the other side, in the Jiuchen Valley, Gong Shangjiao was counting on his fingers inside the palace gate the days that Gong Yuanzheng was away. Even when he went out of the palace to do business with those people from the martial arts world, he would compress the time as much as possible, just to not miss the day when his brother came back.

Gong Shangjiao had been waiting long and hard in the Jiao Palace, and finally the day came when Gong Yuanzheng came back.

He couldn't wait any longer and ran straight to the palace gate, wanting his brother to see him first. Unexpectedly, Gong Zishang had the same idea as him.

"How come Miss has time to come to the palace gate today?"

"Brother Yuanzheng is back! As his elder sister, I must give him a warm welcome~"

After looking at each other, they immediately turned their heads and said "Ugh".

Gong Shangjiao: Of course my younger brother, whom I raised with my own hands, would run to me first.

Gong Zishang: Bah! Didn’t Dead Fish Face stay in the corner palace all this time and not come out?

But when they turned around, one of them was looking at the palace gate with a faint smile, while the other one was looking at the palace gate with a serious face but a smile in his eyes.

The wind chimes on the carriage rang, and Gong Shangjiao knew that Gong Yuanzheng had returned, so he immediately walked down the stairs to greet him. Gong Zishang naturally did not want to be left behind, so he followed Gong Shangjiao down the stairs.

"Brother! Sister~" Gong Yuanzheng looked at his brother and Gong Zishang who were walking towards him.

"Hey~ Brother Yuanzheng is so good!" Gong Zishang ignored Gong Yuanzheng and the first person he called out was Gong Shangjiao.

"Wasn't this dress made when you were in Tiandu? It's been a while, and you have nothing to wear?" Gong Yuanzheng could tell at a glance that the moon-white dress Gong Zishang was wearing was one of the ones he had asked the embroiderer in the mansion to make after he came back from his ancestor.

"Brother Yuanzheng, you also know that I am short of money. Even if I have good fabrics, I can't afford to hire someone to make clothes for me. So I have to slowly make those fabrics into clothes." Gong Zishang paused for a moment, which was caught by Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Shangjiao.

He knew without even thinking that it was probably taken away by the old palace master of Shang Palace who favored boys over girls and given to his youngest son who had accomplished nothing and had mediocre talent.

"If the eldest lady does not have enough money, she can come to the Jiao Palace branch. As the head of a palace, she should still have some dignity. Besides, the eldest lady is the eldest lady of the palace. Even if she behaves too unrestrainedly, the Jiao Palace can still afford the money to make a few sets of clothes." Even if Gong Shangjiao was not optimistic about Gong Zishang's style of doing things, she was still his blood relative.

No matter how ugly the quarrel between them is, it is a conflict among their family members and there is no reason for them to be laughed at by outsiders.

"Since, brother Shangjiao said so, I will let Bitao go to you to approve the money later." Gong Zishang laughed so hard that his body was shaking, and his hand patted Gong Shangjiao's chest dishonestly.

Gong Zishang could read a person's face very well, so he withdrew his hand before Gong Shangjiao completely turned hostile. He thought: I have to say, Gong Shangjiao has a really good figure! Those strong chest muscles, hehe! !

"Brother! Sister! I want to go and pay my respects to the Blade Master first!" Gong Yuanzheng didn't want to continue staying with this sister, it would be embarrassing in front of the palace gate where people were coming and going.

"Then you should go quickly! Sister will be waiting for you in Zheng Palace~" Gong Zishang waved her handkerchief to bid farewell to Gong Shangjiao and Gong Yuanzheng who were going to send her brother to Zhiren Palace.

When Gong Yuanzheng heard that she was going to recruit Gong, he paused for a moment on the way up the stairs.

"Hold the blade! The expedition is back."

Gong Yuanzheng stood on the stage and bowed to Gong Hongyu.

"Yuanzheng! Now that you're back, take a good rest. The matters at the clinic are not urgent. The doctors in the clinic can handle it while you're away." Gong Hongyu had a compassionate look on his face, but his words were actually pointing at Gong Yuanzheng.

"Thank you for your concern, Zhiren. Yuanzheng is not tired. I will go to the clinic later." Gong Yuanzheng was young, and even when he went to Tiandu, he was still pampered by Zhuo Yixuan and enjoyed the same treatment as Zhuo Yichen.

"That's good!"

Gong Hongyu was naturally very happy to see Gong Yuanzheng being so obedient and sensible. After all, he, Gong Hongyu, was not the most talented among the previous generation. His martial arts were not as good as Gong Hanzheng of Zheng Palace, his talent was not as good as Gong Mingshang of Shang Palace, and his ability was not as good as Gong Liujiao of Jiao Palace.

If it weren't for the fact that Gong Liujiao needed to be responsible for external affairs with the people in the martial arts world, Gong Mingshang was devoted to the research of weapons manufacturing, and Gong Hanzheng only loved his poisons and hidden weapons, he would never be allowed to take the position of wielding a blade.

He still remembers the evaluation of him by the previous generation of swordsmen: he is a mediocre person, but he is kind and impartial.

Now, those palace masters who were extremely talented and praised by the previous generation of sword masters are all dead. Even Gong Mingshang, who had great talent in forging, has become a useless man and can only live in the shadow of inferiority for the rest of his life.

He, Gong Hongyu, will be the final winner. If you don't believe me, just look! Aren't all the younger generations of those amazingly talented people required to crawl at his feet? They obey his orders and let him take whatever he wants.

After Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Shangjiao came out of the Blade Hall, they went to the clinic first and checked the homework of all the doctors. After finding that they were lazy, they got angry and scolded them.

Even on the way back to Zheng Palace, he did not forget to complain about those idiots to his brother Gong Shangjiao.

"I have never seen people as stupid as them. They are even more stupid than Gong Ziyu!"

"Brother Yuanzheng, anger hurts the liver. Don't hurt yourself for a group of people like that." Gong Shangjiao didn't think Gong Yuanzheng said anything wrong.

The doctors who could become the palace were not mediocre, and each of them was a treasure of the palace. Now, Yuan Zheng had only been away for half a year, and they were so unfamiliar with the prescriptions that they were familiar with on weekdays. It was obvious that they had not improved their abilities well on weekdays, but wanted to rely entirely on the talents of Yuan Zheng's younger brother.

Gong Shangjiao secretly swore in his heart that he would never allow such a thing as a servant bullying his master to happen again!

Recalling the first time he witnessed such a scene, he went to Zheng Palace to visit Yuan Zheng, who had lost his parents and all his tribesmen. Normally, it was winter, and Yuan Zheng should have worn thick winter cotton clothes to resist the cold.

However, when he stepped into Zheng Palace that day, he was shocked by what he saw. The small bed that should have been warm and comfortable was covered with a thin summer quilt, and Yuan Zheng's small body was casually covered with a thin summer coat. This scene made Gong Shangjiao's heart tighten instantly.

He slowly approached the bed and his eyes fell on the table in Yuanzheng's dormitory. There were several frozen buns as hard as stones and covered with thick dust, and a bowl of bland soup with scattered oil cubes floating on the surface. This was not the food and treatment a child should have!

At this time, Yuan Zheng stood timidly aside, his big round eyes full of fear and anxiety, staring at Gong Shangjiao. Perhaps because of the fever, the little guy's cheeks were red, like a ripe apple. At this time, Yuan Zheng said in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible: "Brother, are you...are you hungry too?"

But at that time, Gong Shangjiao was already deeply shocked by the scene before his eyes. He stood there blankly, as if he was petrified. Various thoughts kept flashing through his mind, trying to understand and accept everything he saw. So much so that he didn't pay any attention to Yuan Zheng's whispering voice.