Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

When these words were spoken, Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Shangjiao were stunned.

"What? There's a secret vault under the Jiaogong storehouse?" Gong Yuanzheng's eyes widened. Did his brother have any valuables hidden in there?

"You mean, there is a secret room under my inkwell?" Gong Shangjiao had already taken off the headband he was wearing and was tying the new one he had received. When he heard what Zhang Xueming said, he didn't bother to worry about the discovery of the coffin. He glared at his brother who always got the point wrong and asked hurriedly, "Where is the mechanism to open it? Do you have any guesses?"

He never doubted Zhang Xueming's ability to find secret rooms. No matter how secret, she could find them. Fortunately, she was quite decent with people she knew, and would not touch them without permission no matter how curious she was.

"Don't you know your own territory?" Zhang Xueming didn't expect that Gong Shangjiao didn't know it. However, with the help of Gong Yuanzheng yesterday, what they brought back to Zheng Gong far exceeded what she deserved. She was just joking with Gong Shangjiao just now.

"The mechanism should be there." She pointed to the desk in the study room, which was only a foot away from the pool, and explained to Gong Yuanzheng, who was looking at her curiously, "I have learned a little about mechanical engineering, which is very useful for finding secret rooms and hidden vaults."

In fact, it was all thanks to the divine consciousness. The fourth-level mechanical arts was just an auxiliary, but there was no need to let others know this. A woman still needs a bit of mystery to be attractive.

Gong Shangjiao walked quickly to the study, and just as he was about to start looking for it, he stopped and gave his seat to Zhang Xueming: "You have experience, you can do it."

Zhang Xueming bent over and pretended to knock and fumble on the desk for a while, then asked the two brothers to move the lamp, documents, books and four treasures of the study away. He pointed his finger at the secret compartment and asked Gong Shangjiao: "Can this be opened?"

Gong Shangjiao thought for a moment and nodded: "Open it."

Zhang Xueming opened the secret cell and saw the little paper cranes. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and forgot about it. She sat down behind the desk, stretched her palms under the desk, and slapped them upwards with all her strength, hitting the two palm prints she had found.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the black iron desk covered with a wooden shell shook violently, but there was no sign of toppling or moving.

Immediately afterwards, Gong Shangjiao and Gong Yuanzheng heard the sound of metal mechanisms coming from the floor under the desk.

The secret grid that Gong Shangjiao used to store secret letters and message paper cranes rose up. It turned out that it was not a grid directly carved out on the desk, but a black iron box of suitable size was embedded into it.

Zhang Xueming took the box aside, bent down and looked closely at the empty space. There were more than twenty mini hexagonal bronze pieces that looked like buttons, and were obviously in a messed up order. Only five of them had words on them, namely "Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu".

The code of this mechanism is not as simple as it seems. The correct solution is an important family inheritance, and usually only the head of the family knows it. If the order of moving the bronze pieces is slightly wrong, judging from the area of ​​the ink pool, I am afraid that the entire palace will collapse.

Zhang Xueming had no intention of demolishing Gong Shangjiao's nest, so he swiftly gave up his position: "You are the master of Jiaogong, you come."

Gong Shangjiao walked over, leaned over the edge of the desk, and with just one glance, his eyes, as deep as a cold pond, became moist: "This is... a little game that my father once taught me to play."

He reached out and skillfully moved the bronze pieces. After a moment, he heard a series of clicking sounds, which were the sounds of the gears meshing when the code was correct.

There were eight black square stones facing each other in the ink pool, which had sunk into the ground. Water quickly flowed out from the empty spaces.

Then, the front half of the study room cracked from the center. The black square stones kept bulging, sinking, and overlapping, and finally a dark entrance and a downward stone staircase were revealed.

There was a rare trace of sadness between Gong Shangjiao's brows. He looked at the entrance and seemed to be lost in memories.

Zhang Xueming took the opportunity to grab Gong Yuanzheng's hand and ran away: "Ayuan and I are going to practice swordsmanship, Mr. Gong Er, don't worry about us." It was hidden so tightly, it might not be just a treasure. It would be terrible if it turned out to be some family secret, which would cause countless troubles.

"Yes, yes, brother, don't worry about us." Gong Yuanzheng reacted quickly. Sensing her extremely strong rejection, he grabbed her hand and dragged her away quickly.

The two men rushed out of the main hall door in a flash, and considerately closed the door with one hand each.

When Jin Fu saw Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng enter the main hall, he consciously walked away for fear of being implicated. Now, seeing these two good-looking little rascals rushing out as if they were escaping for their lives, he wished that Gong Shangjiao would not think of him.

"Guard Jin Fu, Mr. Gong Er wants to be alone and quietly reminisce about his warehouse, remember not to disturb him!" Zhang Xueming laughed and passed by him like a gust of wind, speaking quickly, "Oh, and also, ask the kitchen to make a bowl of rice oil for him to whet his appetite, otherwise I'm afraid he won't be able to eat lunch!"

It takes a lifetime to learn good things, but only three minutes to learn bad things. Zhang Xueming started the conversation, and Gong Yuanzheng followed her example and laughed, saying, "Guard Jin Fu, remember to notify us when the warehouse is full!"

Jin Fu stared in amazement at the two guys, both dressed in black today, flying towards the martial arts arena. He couldn't help but waved his fist at their backs: "Can't they just have one day of peace?" They dared to come here to cause trouble after robbing the Jiao Palace warehouse. They really deserve it!

He turned around and called the servant to go to the kitchen to inform him to boil rice oil and send it over. He was afraid that he would not be able to eat lunch otherwise.

The forgotten Su Rong watched silently, retreated silently, turned around and rushed to the martial arts arena. She reflected on herself along the way, wondering if she should also take time to practice martial arts. She couldn't even hold a long sword, and let her master do everything by himself. What was the meaning of her existence as a servant?

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In the martial arts arena, the guards only occupied one corner. The corner palace had the palace master Gong Shangjiao, who was very particular about etiquette, leading by example. Even though the guards were sweating profusely during the training, no one dared to go shirtless.

Zhang Xueming took a quick glance and then looked away in boredom, ignoring the guards' stunned expressions when they saw her. She and Gong Yuanzheng went to another corner, sealed their internal energy, and took each side of Gong Yuanzheng, and began to practice the basic thirteen moves of "Qilin Sword Technique".

Sweep, chop, poke, cut, chop, lift, stab, intercept, block, collapse, wipe, bring, and wrap.

In this world where warriors are everywhere and families can be wiped out at the slightest disagreement, Zhang Xueming never dares to take lightly the skills involved in saving his life and killing the enemy.

As usual, she practiced each sword style 200 times. Her eyes followed the movement of the sword and her gaze was fixed on the tip of the blade. Her movements were meticulous and repeated like a machine without any deviation.

Every time she swung the heavy sword weighing more than 50 kilograms, the sound of breaking through the air was loud, showing that she was powerful and strong, and was definitely not just a show-off. Coupled with her neat and tidy black outfit and her indifferent and almost cold expression, she was really murderous. Her stunning face could not reduce the awe of the guards in the slightest.

Only Gong Yuanzheng, who was young and admired the strong, had his eyes shining, and he couldn't bear to take his eyes away for a second. The strange feeling of heat all over the body and dry throat appeared again, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

He simply leaned the knife against the wall, stood in place, and kept her figure firmly in his sight.