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

Corner Palace.

When Gong Yuanzheng rushed into the Corner Palace panting, Jin Fuzheng was standing under the porch with an expressionless face.

People who are not familiar with him would think that Jin Fu's condition is no different from usual, but Gong Yuanzheng keenly sensed that something was wrong: "Jin Fu?"

"Master Zheng." Jin Fu felt overwhelmed when he saw him. He clasped his fists and saluted, wanting to say something but stopping himself. "Master Zheng, you..." This morning, he and Miss Zhao came over, and his son was so angry that he smashed the table and benches in the main hall, refused to eat lunch, and refused to let anyone enter the main hall. He was so worried. Now Master Zheng came again, and he didn't bring Miss Zhao with him. Is this really... so bold?

"What's wrong with my brother? Is he in the room?" Gong Yuanzheng became anxious, and when he saw Jin Fu nod, he pushed the door.

The door was bolted from the inside, followed by Gong Shangjiao's deep, angry questioning voice: "What's the matter? Didn't you say not to disturb me until the sky falls today?!"

He clearly used his internal energy when speaking, and Gong Yuanzheng and Jin Fu could hear it clearly standing outside the door.

"Brother, it's me!" Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly said, "I have important news..."

"Tell Zheng Zhaozhao the news. There is no need to hide the palace gate incident from her. She knows what to do, and you just need to listen to her." Gong Shangjiao interrupted him rudely, "Come back tomorrow."

What, listen to Zhao Zhao? But Zhao Zhao had just entered the palace a few days ago... Gong Yuanzheng looked at the closed palace door at a loss, but did not dare to say anything else.

Perhaps something incredible had been unearthed from the secret room. Gong Yuanzheng's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

He subconsciously didn't think too deeply about this matter, just like the past ten years, and only focused on the fact that Gong Shangjiao asked him to tell Zhao Zhao the news and the matter of the palace gate.

Gong Yuanzheng looked at Jin Fu hesitantly. Maybe Jin Fu would know something. After all, after he turned fifteen, Jin Fu often went out with his brother.

Jin Fu gestured and led Gong Yuanzheng to the outside of the veranda, then whispered, "Master Zheng, listen to the sword holder. Miss Zhao is one of us, so she should be sensible in her actions."

When Gong Yuanzheng asked him further, he refused to say anything and only said, "Go back quickly. Miss Zhao must be waiting anxiously."

Gong Yuanzheng had no choice but to walk back as he did not have enough internal energy to use Qinggong.

He was lost in thought as he walked, and when he arrived at the door of his private room in the clinic and pharmacy, he hesitated and wanted to push the door open, but he didn't dare. He couldn't figure out what he was afraid of.

When I made up my mind and pushed the door open, I saw Zhang Xueming sitting at the table under the big window, his chin resting on one hand and writing something with the other.

There was a smell of blood in the air. Gong Yuanzheng's heart skipped a beat. He walked over quickly and grabbed her hand: "Zhao Zhao?"

An internal force pushed his hand away, causing it to go numb.

"Hmm?" Zhang Xueming slowly raised her head. When Gong Yuanzheng's face came into view, she raised her lips for a long time and uttered four words indistinctly: "You're back."

The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and the black pupils seemed to be embedded in pigeon blood gems. There were two bloodstains from the corners of her eyes to her chin. Even the most beautiful face was now horrified.

"What did you do?" Gong Yuanzheng couldn't touch her, so he could only anxiously look for clues around the house. Finally, he found the medicine bucket he used to store the latest poison, and a small drawer in the corner showed signs of being tampered with.

"Zheng Zhaozhao, are you tired of living?!" Gong Yuanzheng was almost scared to death.

It was a strong poison that he had just developed before the bride-to-be entered the palace. It was assumed that this poison would destroy the nerve center and burn the liver within 120 breaths, and the person who took it would die after shedding tears of blood.

He didn't have time to test the medicine, and for safety reasons, he kept it hidden. He didn't expect it to be found when he was away.

She was shedding tears of blood, and the man probably survived because of the poison she was able to dissolve using her martial arts skills.

What to do now? If she wants to prepare the antidote, she needs to take blood, but her inner strength won't allow him to touch her.

Is it just a matter of waiting? Waiting for her to neutralize the poison?

But what else can he do besides waiting?

His life seemed to be always waiting.

Why is his life always waiting?

Gong Yuanzheng returned to the table and watched Zhang Xueming lower her head and continue writing. He had no intention of reading what she was writing. Reluctance, regret, fear and powerlessness surged in his heart. For the first time, he realized that his emotions were so rich, but they were frozen by the indifference of others before; he finally understood how his brother felt when he returned to the palace gate and saw him unconscious. Now he also wanted to beat this bad sister, if he could beat her.

The wait was long and painful, but Gong Yuanzheng did not cry. If he cried now, no one would see him, it would be a waste. He would wait until Zhao Zhao was cured of the poison before crying in front of her.

That was a skill he acquired after crying in front of the mirror countless times. He knew long ago that crying beautifully would make people feel sorry for him.

About two quarters of an hour later, Zhang Xueming finally stopped writing, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath. He then covered his forehead with his hand, and the first words he said were, "Oh my God, Gong Yuanzheng, you are a genius among geniuses!"

The monthly body tempering continued to expand her Dantian, but generating internal force took time, and her internal force reserves could never keep up.

Now it was just a trial of the medicine. Although it consumed six pills of satiety and thirst quenching pills at once, it was worth it. Her internal strength finally reached one-fifth of the total. It was really a surprise, okay?

Unfortunately, each poison only generates the most internal energy when used for the first time. Otherwise, if she had taken eight doses of this poison, she would be able to leave the palace and go out to play.

Zhang Xueming was immersed in joy and didn't notice that the young man sitting opposite her with his hands on the edge of the table had his eyes blazing with anger. She was extremely excited: "You are a poison genius. There may only be one like you in a thousand years, not to mention a hundred years. Saving your life is the best decision I have ever made in my life!"

Don't think you can get away with it by saying nice things! Gong Yuanzheng puffed up his cheeks and snorted angrily, but the anger that was about to burst out of his eyes was much less, and a hint of blush crept up his ears.

"When God is partial, he is really partial. He gave you a handsome face, a good family background, abundant resources, and extraordinary talents." Zhang Xueming continued to express his feelings, talking incessantly.

When she got excited, she would either curse or praise people. If she praised people, she would really praise them to the point of floating in the air: "No wonder so many people in the palace want to slander you. People with extremely high talent in the art of poison are always feared by mediocre people. It's a pity that they don't understand one thing. A genius like you can withstand as much slander as praise. As long as they can't destroy you when you are young, they can only watch you reach a height that they can't reach..."

When Zhang Xueming came to her senses, she felt two tight lines on her face and a smell of rust. Just as she was about to wipe them with a handkerchief, the person standing next to her reached out and gently pinched her chin.