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

She was kicked out before she even got a gift. Even after entering the Zheng Palace, Gong Yuanzheng was still muttering angrily, "My brother treats people differently, he favors girls over boys! Zhaozhao, you get gifts when you're angry, but when I'm angry, he doesn't even look at me, and he thinks I'm annoying... Zhaozhao, take back the clay figurines we ordered tonight. I'm not giving them to my brother, we're keeping them for ourselves to play with!"

Zhang Xueming listened to him chattering all the way and was also very happy. He responded casually: "Okay, then I won't give it to him."

Seeing Gong Yuanzheng was stunned, glancing at her awkwardly, with an expression of "Why don't you comfort me?", Zhang Xueming wanted to laugh even more: "Ayuan, do you want to guess what will be sent to Zheng Palace with the elders' gifts tomorrow?"

"What else could it be?" Gong Yuanzheng was puzzled. "It can't be that you will be matched with a green jade servant, right?"

"You have been assigned a green jade servant." Zhang Xueming followed Gong Yuanzheng to his side hall with brisk steps.

When she came back, she asked Tong Mama and the maids to go back and rest. She had read enough faces tonight, and there was a lot of information in her mind that needed to be deleted. Now she wanted to rest her brain in front of the innocent little cute face.

"How could they give me a green jade servant?" Gong Yuanzheng looked at the warm light coming through the bamboo mushroom lamp and curled his lips, "It's been so many years since I've seen anyone give me one. They remembered it when I went to town..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Gong Yuanzheng looked at Zhang Xueming inquiringly: "Is it because of our trip to the town?"

"Yes." Zhang Xueming closed the door of the side hall and took off the sable fur cloak he was wearing over his casual clothes.

Gong Yuanzheng took it and put it on his arm, trying to think: "Zhao Zhao, what you mean is that the elders didn't give me a green jade servant because I couldn't stay at the palace gate like Gong Ziyu. I never run away, and they thought I wouldn't be in danger at the palace gate... Lao Zhiren didn't mention it, so they pretended to be confused and pretended that nothing happened?"

After thinking for a while, he continued, "The matter of Wanhua Tower being Wufeng's stronghold involves Gong Ziyu leaking the internal information of the palace. Brother will not hide it from the elders. The palace is still under martial law. For tonight's clearing operation, brother will mobilize so many guards, so he must inform the elders in advance.

I am the most beloved younger brother of the new Sword Master. I may have to go out on business like today in the future. The elders were afraid that something might happen to me, so they sent the Green Jade Servant assigned to me along with the gift they promised to you, Zhao Zhao.

Instead of coming directly to Zheng Palace with the things to report to me, you went to Jiao Palace first and asked your brother to give the order...Are the elders afraid that I would send Green Jade Servant back in a fit of anger?"

The crisp applause interrupted his melancholy which came from an unknown reason, and he looked up to see where the applause came from.

Zhang Xueming clapped his hands and gave him an admiring look: "Excellent analysis! Ah Yuan, you really impressed me!" He leaned closer, tilted his head to look at him, and asked in a serious voice: "Tell me the truth, you don't usually like to talk to other people in the palace. Don't you want them to look too stupid?"

Gong Yuanzheng blushed and replied in a serious tone, "Yes, so I only talk to Zhao Zhao and my brother."

The atmosphere was just right, but he noticed that the sand in the clepsydra was almost gone, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "It's almost midnight already?" Realizing that something was wrong, he looked at Zhang Xueming: "Zhao Zhao, why don't you go back and rest?"

Zhang Xueming turned and walked towards the sliding door leading to the next room, stretched out his hand and opened it, looking back and smiling: "I promised you last night that I would try to make the kind of lamp you made with you tonight. I have some ideas. Before midnight - are you sleepy?"

Gong Yuanzheng stared at her blankly for a long while before he quickly caught up with her: "I'm not sleepy."

When passing by the bedroom, he took off his sable fur coat and placed it on the bed together with Zhang Xueming's cloak, then chased to the utility room.

Zhang Xueming was already sitting on a bench, working with bamboo strips in his hand. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he bent down, held her shoulders, stared into her eyes, and only when he saw that she didn't refuse did he slowly move closer.

Zhang Xueming had a gentle smile in his eyes and put the bamboo strips in his hand aside.

He closed his eyes, turned his head, rubbed his face against hers, rubbed it again and again, then let go, stood up, walked away quickly, and knocked over another bench.

Zhang Xueming was stunned for a long moment before he covered his face with one hand and laughed silently.

When Gong Yuanzheng calmed down and returned to the utility room, Zhang Xueming was already pasting lantern paper on a formed frame.

"Zhao Zhao, what kind of lamp is this you made?" He didn't dare to look at Zhang Xueming's face. He just stared at the semi-finished product composed of two fat circles, with ears and a tail, and asked curiously.

"You'll know when you're done." Zhang Xueming smiled and kept him in suspense, not deliberately teasing him. He was too shy, so it was better to take it step by step, otherwise it would be bad to scare him away.

"Ayuan, can you help me check if there are any yam cakes with jujube paste in the dining room? If there are, bring them over. I'm a little hungry. By the way, I want hot water, not tea."

"it is good."

The footsteps faded away. Zhang Xueming pasted the last piece of lantern paper, used his inner strength to dry the paste, tied the lantern with a thin rope and hung it on the rack. He opened the box that Gong Yuanzheng used to store paint, simply mixed a few colors, and concentrated on coloring it.

When Gong Yuanzheng came with a food box to bring her snacks and hot water, a furry and chubby cat lamp on the shelf had already lit up.

The fat cat slave with four inverted triangle dark grey stripes on his head was looking at him and smiling, with two small blushes on his round face.

"Zhao Zhao is so amazing..." Gong Yuanzheng was at a loss for words.

Zhang Xueming watched the handsome young man put down his lunch box and move closer. The corners of his mouth were curved, his cheeks were slightly chubby, and his eyes were wide open. He contrasted beautifully with the fat cat slave, and she was really struck by how cute he was.

She washed her hands with water, came over to open the lunch box, took another stool to use as a makeshift low table, put the jujube paste yam cake and teapot on it and said, "Ayuan, wash your hands and have some snacks."

"Oh." The big cutie touched the little cutie's head reluctantly, washed his hands and sat down, chewing on a piece of cake while looking at the fat cat slave who was squatting in the air with his tail raised.

After finishing the pastries, Gong Yuanzheng was surprised to find that he was sitting on the same bench with Zhang Xueming.

The bench was not long, and the two of them sat very close together. He could just stretch out his hand and put his arm around her shoulders.

Alas, why is it still two more years before he can reach adulthood? He wanted to hold Zhao Zhao in his arms and rub her face hard right now!

Gong Yuanzheng felt melancholy again, but this time it had nothing to do with other people or other things.

Leaving the bamboo mushroom lamp in the bedroom, he wore a furry gray sable skin cloak, held the hand of Zhang Xueming, who was also wearing a furry gray sable skin cloak, and held a furry dark gray striped fat cat slave lamp in the other hand, and left the side hall and walked towards the small hall.

When they separated, Zhang Xueming hooked his fingers together. He bent down and looked at her face defenselessly as he slowly approached her: "Zhao Zhao?"

She turned her head and rubbed her face against his gently, then rubbed it again, stepped back, and smiled gently: "Ayuan, sweet dreams."

He remained in this forward-leaning position for a long while, then straightened up and blushed as he whispered to the closed door: "...Sweet dreams."

Then he happily carried his Fat Cat Slave lamp and toured the palace as usual, and returned to the bedroom with a small mushroom emitting warm yellow light at the head of the bed, hung the Fat Cat Slave on the newly added lamp stand at the foot of the bed, and covered the sable fur coat outside the quilt. In the soft light and warm quilt, he touched his stomach that was not full or hungry and felt very comfortable, and closed his eyes peacefully.