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

The town of Jiuchen is not small, but the streets in the center of the town are where most people gather.

Most of what is available in the world outside the valley is available here, and it is more prosperous and lively than some small towns outside the valley.

There were people making dough figurines, clay figurines, sugar figurine blowing, ring throwing, cheap cosmetics, handmade jewelry, toys, candy, candied haws, and hot drinks...

There are many people living here, and many of them trying to make a living.

The side branches of the Gong family, hereditary servants, small and medium-sized sects persecuted by Wufeng, small families, merchants, and many common people who were forced to leave their homes by corrupt officials... People of all kinds live in this secluded place, forming a small microcosm of the outside world, but with more comfort than the outside world.

The martial law at the palace gate has not been lifted yet, otherwise there would be more people here and the shops and vendors would have better business.

Based on the discussions of his servants and the fragmentary words uttered by Gong Ziyu and Gong Zishang, Gong Yuanzheng had tried to picture in his mind this place which was said to be protected by the palace guards but which he had never seen with his own eyes.

He had dreamed of it and yearned for it, but he also knew the importance of the Lord of Zheng Palace to the palace gate, and the hard work his brother had put in for the palace gate, so he had never stubbornly asked to come out and take a look, even just once.

Today's trip was an accident, and Gong Yuanzheng was delighted that his vague imagination finally took shape. Looking at the relaxed body language and clear smiles of the passers-by, he understood what it meant to defend the palace gate, and also understood his own intentions better.

Imagination is just imagination after all. The reality is that Gong Yuanzheng doesn't like and isn't used to such a bustling scene. There are too many people, too many smells, too much noise, too much light... He can list a hundred reasons why he doesn't like it.

However, when he turned his head to look at the serene smile of the girl beside him, her hands interlocked with his, and silently felt her inner strength that separated him from the world that made him uncomfortable, the confusion, timidity and panic in Gong Yuanzheng's heart disappeared bit by bit.

Like ice and snow meeting the sun, his slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"There's red bean sweet soup for sale over there, Ayuan, do you want to try it?" Zhang Xueming turned around and asked him, "If you want, let's buy one. I'll hold the lantern, Ayuan will try a bite, and I'll eat the rest."

"Why only buy one? Why can I only taste one bite?" The gloomy boy immediately shook off his gloom and even forgot the feeling he had just had. Only curiosity remained.

"Homemade food is clean and made with fine ingredients. Snacks outside are just for fun." Zhang Xueming explained with a smile, his eyes were gentle, as if he was coaxing a disobedient child: "Ayuan doesn't have a strong stomach like me. If he really eats the whole portion, his stomach will be upset with him."

"Does Zhao Zhao want to eat?"

"Not really. I still prefer home-cooked ones."

"Then let's not eat outside. I ate a lot at dinner, so I'm not hungry now. We can have a midnight snack when we get home." Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips and smiled shyly and happily. Eating requires two hands, so he didn't want to let go of her hand.

He also took the opportunity to make a request: "Zhao Zhao, can we have supper together tonight? I ate alone last night and it didn't taste good."

"Okay." Zhang Xueming agreed readily, feeling a little complicated.

From the moment she entered the secret passage, her spiritual network was opened.

Just as Zhang Xueming had guessed, when she and Gong Yuanzheng held hands and her internal force enveloped Gong Yuanzheng, the use and maintenance of her spiritual sense became extremely easy, the range of exploration was expanded by nearly two times, and the consumption was negligible.

She thought she understood what the extraordinary skills that suddenly appeared in the system were trying to tell her.

The extreme disharmony between the South and the North, the strangeness of Wu Feng's lair that she and Gong Shangjiao had tried their best to find out, and the bizarre deaths of those assassins who wanted to reveal more specific information about Wu Feng to her...

Now we finally have the answer.

She should have been reborn into a martial arts novel or film world. According to the proficiency of face reading, Gong Yuanzheng is the protagonist, Gong Shangjiao is the important male supporting role, and she is an outsider who broke in.

Absolutely!

The court, busy with internal strife, becomes a backdrop. On the big stage of Jianghu, the villain Wu Feng and the righteous Gong Men are fighting against each other, but the outcome is still uncertain.

The protagonist therefore went through numerous hardships and sufferings, but one day he rose up and led Gong Men, who was cornered, to a desperate fight with Wu Feng, and finally defeated the villain, becoming a great poison master...

Something seems to be wrong, but the general logic is fine.

Zhang Xueming secretly observed the young man who had finally calmed down and was looking around out of the corner of his eye, and his pity for him grew.

How much suffering would it take for this naive little cutie, who is cute, loves to laugh and make noises, has negligible force, and even feels uneasy when in contact with the outside world, to grow into a calm, resolute and decisive leader?

As long as Gong Shangjiao is around, she would never be willing to let her beloved brother suffer.

So, the cruel and ruthless honeycomb coal spirit was accidentally killed by Wu Feng who was arranged by some plot?

That's not okay.

Zhang Xueming lowered her eyelids to hide the fleeting coldness in her eyes. Anyone who dared to touch her loved ones, relatives, friends, brothers and sisters would be killed, and anyone who dared to hinder her fortune would have his ashes scattered. Moreover, Wufeng had long been a deep hatred for her, and the only way to resolve this was to completely eliminate Wufeng from the world.

Suddenly, the spiritual consciousness network captured a picture: in a dark alley, a tall, big-eyed young man in a black leather suit exclusively worn by Wufeng was telling a thin, ordinary-dressed man, "Run this way when you get the stuff. Don't let anyone lose you."

The man in ordinary clothes nodded in agreement, and walked out of the alley and towards her and Gong Yuanzheng.

Zhang Xueming squeezed Gong Yuanzheng's hand twice: "Ayuan, shall we go and see the clay figurines?" Be careful, the little bugs are coming, get the insecticide ready.

Gong Yuanzheng was slightly startled, and his right hand quickly touched the hidden weapon bag, and then touched the jade pendant hanging from his waist. Tonight was special, and he had taken Baicaocu in advance, so he was not afraid of poison even if he did not wear gloves.

He smiled and winked at Zhang Xueming, then took the lantern she handed over and said, "Okay, if they look good, we'll buy a few and bring them back to my brother."

"Huh~ I thought you were going to make one for yourself and then make another for me, so that you can take them home and put them in the tea room to look at them every day." Zhang Xueming teased him with a smile.

He blushed and whispered back, "You are so pretty, but the one who made the clay figurine is not a god, how could he make it?"

Zhang Xueming smiled sweetly when he heard this.

As the saying goes, beauty becomes even more beautiful when viewed under the lamp.

The dim light from the lanterns hanging above the street shone on the girl's face, making her skin look even whiter, her lips more rosy, and her nose taller. She looked more like a celestial being than an earthly girl.

Look at her pair of bright eyes, pure and charming, with a kind of cold, distant, ethereal air. As long as she slightly bends the corners of her lips, her face will be dimmed, and her beauty will be able to draw out people's souls.

Even the palace guards who had received the order at the last minute and were quietly following the two little ancestors among the crowd chasing the beauties were stunned and stopped, and the man with an ordinary look and passerby-like face in ordinary clothes was naturally no exception.

By the time the man came to his senses, Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng had already gone far away.