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

Yumiya.

In Madam Wu Ji's room, on the flower table in the corner, wisps of white smoke came out of the purple copper hollow magpie climbing plum incense burner, with a rich fragrance and a slightly spicy taste.

As soon as Zhang Xueming smelled it, he knew that what was burning in the incense burner was pure benzoin, without any auxiliary materials. It could be used as medicine to treat stroke, fainting, heart and stomach pains, and had the effect of opening up the orifices and promoting blood circulation.

But such a strong smell should not be just for the sake of exerting its medicinal effect - the incense in the patient's room is mostly to suppress the smell of medicine and many bad smells, but with the windows closed, the smell will only become more mixed and more unpleasant, and the large space is useless.

Zhang Xueming slowed down her breathing and followed the maid around the large screen behind which the shadows of the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum were visible. The Madam Wu Ji, who had only been heard of, finally appeared in front of her.

Seriously ill people are always described as ugly.

The middle-aged woman half sitting and half lying on the cushion no longer looked as beautiful as she once was. In just a few days, her hair had turned gray, her cheekbones were prominent, her cheeks were sunken, her face was pale, almost white, and her eyeballs were a little cloudy.

This is obviously not the result of a stroke or fainting, so it must be heart or stomach pain?

Judging from the other person's eyes, he might not be very clear-headed. However, Zhang Xueming still performed the greeting meticulously, and his spiritual consciousness network searched the entire room without hesitation to see if there would be any unexpected gains.

However, in the short time it took her to squat and stand up, her spiritual consciousness had already found a black iron token with the word "Mei" on it in a hidden corner of the beam.

Zhang Xueming was convinced. This was a spy who entered the palace with the Wufeng token. After being a sword-wielding lady for ten years, she was unwilling to dispose of the evidence that would expose her identity?

Looking at Madam Wu Ji again, her eyes were fixed on her, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. Her lips moved, and the maid leaned over to listen carefully, and could barely make out the word "Miss".

The maid thought that it was Madam Wu Ji who told Zhang Xueming to do as he pleased, but Zhang Xueming smiled, and his bright eyes like a tranquil lake looked at Madam Wu Ji's haggard face, silently reading the message.

Sure enough, the change of her dress was not in vain. Combined with her elegant demeanor, she successfully reminded the frail Madam Wu Ji of her old master whom she once served.

According to the recollections of Nanny Qin and Nanny Tong, who had worked in the women's guest house for 25 years, Lao Zhiren's original wife, Mrs. Lan, was a rare beauty with delicate features, dignified and cold manner. Her dresses were all cross-collared skirts, and the color was mostly plain blue with a light-colored wide-sleeved blouse.

So before Zhang Xueming came, she went back to Zheng Palace to change into a soft blue cross-collar skirt with a gold-threaded front, and a large brocade shirt with sky blue and dark gold patterns on the outside. Except for a soft blue wide belt with a gold-threaded edge around her waist, there was only a circle of wave patterns embroidered with silver-white silk thread on the edge of her skirt, which was rare and elegant.

Gong Yuanzheng was so surprised that he quickly changed into the moon-white, wave-patterned jacquard satin stand-up collar and narrow sleeves long gown to match her. The cuffs were spliced ​​with ultramarine wave-patterned jacquard satin from near the elbows, and the edge of the cuffs was trimmed with a circle of soft white rabbit fur.

But when they reached the door, Gong Yuanzheng was afraid of being exposed, so he pretended to be inconvenient and helped Zhang Xueming hold the moon-white gorilla felt cloak, and let Zhang Xueming come in with Yugong's maid.

What’s interesting is that the old sword-wielding Red Jade Servant Jin Yi even acquiesced in a subtle manner.

The information Zhang Xueming read from that square face... Tsk tsk, the Red Jade Servant Jin Yi, who was devoted to her master, was recently ordered to secretly search the personal belongings of the former young master Gong Huanyu to investigate his attempt to kill his father and seize the throne. Following the clues, he found out the accomplice, Madam Wu Ji, who was originally a Wufeng Mei-level assassin. That's why he knew that the old sword-wielding Gong Hongyu and Elder Yue covered up the identity of Madam Wu Ji.

Although he was sad that Lao Zhiren was also on guard against him, he did not want his master to lose his integrity in his later years. He was afraid that Gong Yuanzheng would find out after taking Madam Wu Ji's pulse that Lao Zhiren had given two doses of a powerful dispersing drug, and that he would report to Gong Shangjiao, thus exposing the fact that Lao Zhiren had painstakingly concealed for twenty-two years. He hoped that Gong Yuanzheng, who was praised by Elder Yue as a master of both medicine and poison, would not go in.

This Red Jade Servant Jin Yi also had a deep-rooted contempt for women. He believed that the three elders left Old Zhiren and chatted with Zhang Xueming next door that day, just to use Zhang Xueming to ease the relationship with Gong Shangjiao, who was destined to succeed him, and to protect Old Zhiren's status and treatment. He never believed that Zhang Xueming was really capable of diagnosing anything.

He was deeply impressed by the old master's original wife, Madam Lan, and was secretly expecting Madam Wu Ji to mistake Zhang Xueming for Madam Lan, causing her to experience great emotional ups and downs, which would worsen her condition and cause her to die...

"Please lie down, Madam. It's too much suffering." Zhang Xueming collected his thoughts, frowned slightly, and looked extremely worried. He stepped forward to help the maid help Madam Wu Ji lie down, and rolled up the left sleeve of her black casual dress to make it easier to take her pulse.

Zhang Xueming closed his eyes for nearly a quarter of an hour before opening them. He pulled down Madam Wu Ji's sleeve, held her hand, and politely comforted her, "Madam, don't worry. This is not a difficult or complicated disease. It's just that your body is weak and you have been in a cold place for a long time, so the cold evil has entered your body. It's just that the symptoms came on quickly and you went to the doctor a little late, so your illness seems particularly serious."

The maid didn't see that Zhang Xueming took the opportunity to secretly slip a small green pill into Madam Wu Ji's sleeve.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Xueming put Madam Wu Ji's hand back on the bed, letting her forearm skin touch the pill. He then asked the maid for a prescription for treating the cold that the previous doctor had written, and praised her, "The prescription this doctor has written is very suitable for the condition. If you take two more doses of the medicine according to this prescription, you should be able to see improvement."

She also patiently spoke the same old comforting words to Mrs. Wu Ji in the same voice that had become soft and melodious as the Wu dialect since she came in.

Not surprisingly, a lot of information was obtained from the face of this sharp-witted assassin who had been lurking in the palace for twenty-two years.

The information from Madam Wu Ji was numerous and complex, like the mumbling of an insane person. Zhang Xueming took some time to extract the useful parts.

Three minutes later, the small green pill melted and penetrated into Madam Wu Ji's skin after fully contacting it. The remaining faint bamboo leaf fragrance also dissolved into the rich and slightly spicy aroma of benzoin. Only then did Zhang Xueming leave with satisfaction.

"Madam Wu Ji's illness is not serious." Zhang Xueming repeated what he had just said in the house under the gaze of Hongyu Shi Jin Yi, "As expected." He was not angry, and even wanted to laugh.

However, when she and Gong Yuanzheng asked to see the old sword master Gong Hongyu again, Hongyu Shi Jinyi was unwilling to do so: "Elder Yue Chen Zheng just came, and the old sword master drank the medicine and fell asleep."

Looking at Jin Yi's dull face again, what Zhang Xueming read was: [Old Zhiren was almost angered to death by the drunken Master Yu last night. Fortunately, Elder Yue arrived in time. Yu Gong has only this heir now. He has to be protected even if he doesn't want to. He must not let the cruel Jiao Gong know about it, otherwise things will end badly. ]

"Since Old Zhiren has already gone to bed, we shouldn't disturb him. Ayuan, let's just greet each other outside the door and then go home." Zhang Xueming gave Gong Yuanzheng a wink.

Gong Yuanzheng nodded with a gloomy face and bowed hastily towards the main hall door as a greeting.

Zhang Xueming and he left the main hall and joined Qing Zhi, Su Rong and four currently scheduled second-class maids who were waiting in the courtyard. The group marched through the corridors and out of the Yu Palace in the same manner as when they came.

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?Dajin: Song brocade, one of the four famous brocades. In addition to being used for clothing such as robes, it is also widely used for mounting calligraphy and painting scrolls, with more than 40 varieties.

? Orangutan felt: For a long period of time after it was first introduced into my country, it was considered a very precious fabric. The book "Imperial Revision of Qing Dynasty Literature" revised during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty recorded that orangutan felt is a kind of fabric dyed with orangutan blood and woven with bird hair, which is as precious as felt. In fact, it is a woolen fabric, which is a Western woolen fabric like dolo.