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

"I'll show you how to make it when I have time. It's very simple. For example, small orange lanterns and pumpkin lanterns, you only need oranges and pumpkins to make them. As for paper lanterns, you can just cut out the shapes with thicker paper. But these can't be preserved for too long, so just do it for fun." Zhang Xueming was talking while his hands kept working. In less than two quarters of an hour, he had made a long cylindrical small basket with a bottom but no lid.

"A young lady from a wealthy family is also learning this?" Gong Yuanzheng picked up the small bamboo basket, which didn't look like a lantern but was very delicate, and looked at it over and over again, unable to believe it.

"My family is open-minded. As long as I'm interested in something that's not too outrageous, they'll let me try it. I've learned a lot of different things." Zhang Xueming started to weave the top cover. "I don't stay at home all the time. When I go out to travel, who knows when I'll need a certain skill. It's always good to have many skills."

She didn't like to talk when she was working. Gong Yuanzheng noticed this and stopped bothering her. He just put down the strange-shaped rack in his hand and watched her nimble fingers flying between the bamboo strips. He looked down at his own and envied her.

After she put the finished semi-dome lid with handle aside, she asked him for a piece of candle and inserted it into the slot specially reserved at the bottom of the basket. She lit the candle, put the semi-dome lid on, added a few small clips to connect the lid and the small bamboo basket, picked it up and turned it around to take a look.

It’s okay, the light yellow looks a bit fresh.

Zhang Xueming glanced at Gong Yuanzheng, who couldn't take his eyes off the mushroom lantern, and handed it to him with a smile: "Here, you can carry it for lighting, or put it on the bedside as a desk lamp."

"Is it for me?" Gong Yuanzheng took it quickly and touched it again and again lovingly. It was different from anything he had seen before, but it was a gift, and this alone made him very happy.

"Yes, this is the little mushroom lantern for you." Zhang Xueming smiled and stood up, patting his clothes. "Take it and send it back to me now. I will figure out how to make your lantern. We will try to make it tomorrow night."

In order to prevent wind, the gaps left in the bamboo weaving were not big, so it could only be considered a toy. However, Gong Yuanzheng seemed to have obtained something great. He held Zhang Xueming's hand, kept glancing at the lantern, and walked very carefully.

Perhaps because he had an appointment for tomorrow night, he did not dawdle any longer and happily sent her to the door of the small palace. They said good night to each other and agreed on a time to meet the next morning. He walked through the palace with a lantern, making sure that the patrolling guards and the secret guards on night duty had seen her before he went back to sleep happily.

……

Since Zhang Xueming provided a simple method of collecting morning dew the day before, it was obvious that he didn't want Gong Yuanzheng to get up early every day and run to the woods to catch a cold. The clever Su Rong came back and told Nanny Tong about it.

After Tong Ma and Zhang Guanshi communicated, both sides sincerely hoped that the masters would get along well and make the living environment and working atmosphere of Zheng Palace better and better. Zhang Guanshi arranged for people to go out at night to hang small bamboo tubes covered with gauze in the woods near Zheng Palace.

The next day, when Gong Yuanzheng came to the small hall to have breakfast with Zhang Xueming, he was surprised to hear Su Rong say that the servant in charge of this work in Zheng Gong had returned with a total of eight jars of morning dew and was waiting outside for his instructions on where to put the morning dew.

"Send it to the tea room in the side hall." Gong Yuanzheng said. He looked at Zhang Xueming who was putting braised pork buns on the plate in front of him in a daze: "Then I don't have to get up so early in the future?"

"Yes, you are only eighteen years old next year. How can you grow if you don't get enough sleep?" Zhang Xueming made him another bowl of yam porridge.

"I'm already very tall!" he retorted unconvinced.

"Look at the height of Yumiya Gong Ziyu and his brother, and then look at you and your brother. You and your brother eat less, sleep less, and work harder than others, which is why you are much shorter than others. Your brother is almost thirty years old, and there is no hope for him to grow taller. I can only hope that you will make up for it in the next two years and grow taller. Otherwise, you will have to raise your head to talk to Yumiya. Won't your neck be tired?"

When Gong Ziyu was mentioned, Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips, buried his head in his food and kept silent.

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In the main hall of Jiao Palace, Gong Shangjiao had not slept all night and had practiced swordplay in the martial arts arena in advance. He was waiting for the two little ones to come and planned to let them go to Yu Palace to "see" Old Zhiren and Lady Wu Ji.

Of course, the main force is Zhang Xueming.

Gong Shangjiao has always felt that this guy's ability to read people's expressions is frightening, almost like he can see into people's hearts.

He was very wary of her at first, but later found that she didn't use this to do anything bad, and he was not as strong as her in terms of force, and he still needed her help in many places outside the palace. After their trust increased, he would occasionally make a few sarcastic remarks to her when he was embarrassed and angry, and then he would just give up.

Besides, although Zhang Xueming kept saying it was a deal, and she would always try to take advantage of him, and she was not forgiving in her words, she was never vague in her actions, and she really helped him a lot in the past two years. He thought she would not make a mistake, and he could only feel at ease if he handed the matter over to her.

Hearing Jin Fu's greeting coming from the door, he quickly sat up straight behind his desk, and saw Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng coming in one after another.

Both of them wore light-colored clothes today, looking youthful and lively, and a perfect match.

"Brother/Mr. Gong Er."

The two men saluted him. Gong Yuanzheng placed the brown paper envelope Zhang Xueming had given him on the desk and asked impatiently, "Brother, would you like to practice swordplay with me today? Zhao Zhao praised me yesterday. I would like to ask you to see if my swordplay has improved."

Are you serious? Gong Shangjiao looked at Zhang Xueming in disbelief.

Zhang Xueming lowered her eyes and smiled, pretending not to see it. What else could she do? The young man has already tried very hard, there is no need to suppress his education.

"I woke up early today and have returned from the martial arts arena." Gong Shangjiao said calmly, "You came just in time. I'll go to Yu Palace later and check the pulses of the two 'elders' so that I can rest assured."

Both the words "elder" and "rest assured" were emphasized a little. Zhang Xueming understood and blinked.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't understand these twists and turns, and he got anxious when he heard it: "Brother, Madam Wu Ji is..."

"Shut up! Don't make any rash assertions without solid evidence." Gong Shangjiao stopped him. Seeing that he looked unconvinced, he was afraid that he would cause trouble and hinder Zhang Xueming, so he coaxed him earnestly: "Go if you are asked to go. If you don't want to go, just go with Zhao Zhao. She is new to the palace, so she should visit the elders in various palaces. Even if the elders don't see her, she still has to show courtesy."

Gong Shangjiao turned to Zhang Xueming again: "According to your previous rules, I sent someone to deliver the invitation for you yesterday afternoon. Yu Gong replied that he would be available to receive guests after 7:00 today. The gifts have been prepared, and you can bring them when you go there later.

I heard that Madam Wu Ji's illness is quite serious this time. Although she has lived a life of luxury for ten years, she suffered too much when she was young and has never been able to make up for it. I am afraid that this time it is her old age that has recurred. I hope she is not dying... After all, it is the New Year and it would be bad to die white."

Zhang Xueming curved her red lips slightly, smiling innocently and cruelly: "Mr. Gong Er is still the most thoughtful." She understood that no matter whether she participated in the palace robbery ten years ago, as an assassin without a front, she sat high on the throne of the Blade Wielding Lady and enjoyed all the glory and wealth, and the children of the palace who lost their relatives because of Wufeng respected her as an elder. The humiliation inflicted on them could not be washed away by death.

Therefore, Gong Shangjiao decided to ask the lady to stay in bed and suffer for two months, and then die after the New Year, so that the pain in his heart could be slightly alleviated.

Zhang Xueming doesn't mind making this knife.

As long as the target is someone without a reputation, she would be happy to do it for free, not to mention getting paid.

Her biological mother, brother, and two cousins ​​from the Zhang family who were close to her all died in Wufeng's schemes. Why didn't she stay in the North and fight the barbarians to protect her people on the border? Why did she have to come to the South to fight in this chaotic world?