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

The snow fell heavier that day than the day when it first snowed.

Gong Yuanzheng held an umbrella for Zhang Xueming. The two of them huddled under a small oil-paper umbrella. From time to time, he reached out to catch a snowflake from the outside of the umbrella, which he would melt into water in his palm and then shake off.

They even discussed the strange question of "Today's snow is not heavy snow, so is it chicken feathers or duck feathers?", and then put the matter aside and talked about snowball fights, building snowmen, skating beds, making ice lanterns...

How much fun can winter really be?

After Zhang Xueming's vivid narration, Gong Yuanzheng and the maids carrying food boxes and holding umbrellas behind him all had their eyes shining, and they felt that all those years they had lived in vain.

When Gong Yuanzheng sat down on the low couch in the dining room, he was still a little reluctant to hear more about the colorful life of his peer outside the palace. But as soon as the food was served, his attention was immediately diverted.

Gong Yuanzheng enjoyed this breakfast very much.

There are six choices of small and exquisite little white pigs, little yellow chickens, little frogs, little goldfish, little cabbages, and little flowers. They are arranged in various combinations on a shallow blue and white plate, and with the addition of boiled green radish leaves and dark yellow pickles, various interesting scenes are formed. Gong Yuanzheng played and ate at the same time, with a smile on his face.

Zhang Xueming didn't rush him, and occasionally made a sneak attack, snatching an important character from the scene he set up and eating it in one gulp. It was very interesting to see him get angry, see his eyes widen, see him raise his chopsticks to fight back in dissatisfaction, see him smile with his eyes curved like crescent moons after successfully fighting back...

It was hard for Nanny Tong and the maids beside them. They had to hold back their laughter for nearly half an hour before the two little ancestors finally left the table.

"I'll go back and take care of the herbs in the pharmacy and then come back to find you."

Gong Yuanzheng opened the milk-flavored original hard rice cake that Nanny Tong had wrapped for him in a lotus leaf bag. It was a small square piece only half an inch long. It was a small snack besides the desserts made in the kitchen today under the guidance of Zhang Xueming.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. There was no sugar in the rice cake, and his mouth was full of the rich aroma of milk and rice. He held it in his mouth and slowly ground his teeth, feeling very comfortable.

Zhang Xueming also opened his purse and took out a piece of paper: "I will go to the study to practice calligraphy for half an hour. If you exceed this time, you can find me in the piano room."

As if her hands were restless, she stretched out her hands to stroke the brown-gray fur on the sleeves of his coat, and then pinched a strand and tugged it twice: "When you come back later, remember to take off this coat in the hallway before coming in, and let the maids help you fix it - look, the snow has melted on it, and the fur is all tangled."

"Okay, I remember."

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Gong Yuanzheng returned to Zheng Palace, washed his hands, prepared the nutrient solution, put a teacup in it and placed it at the bottom of an incubator on the table.

A faint mist continued to emerge from the teacup, spreading and slowly surrounding the white lotus-like plants in the middle of the incubator.

The plants in his pharmacy were more gorgeous and bizarre than ordinary ones, and the watering and cultivation methods were also very different. Instead of tinkering with hidden weapons and poisons, he treated these fragile flowers and plants with unusual care and tenderness.

After taking care of all the flowers and plants with ease, Gong Yuanzheng returned to Izumo Chonglian.

He reached out and touched the red veil on the top of the incubator, and flicked the ruby ​​hanging on the thin gold chain at the corner of the veil. He watched the ruby ​​swaying between the white buds emitting a bright blue light, which was indescribably charming. He was fascinated without realizing it.

After coming to his senses, Gong Yuanzheng touched the corners of his mouth which were a little sour from smiling, and dragged out a large black wooden box from under the table where Yun Chonglian was placed.

He took out the key to unlock the box, put the handkerchief embroidered with sea patterns on the corner that Zhang Xueming had given him to wipe his mouth today, and touched each of the treasures hidden inside one by one. Only then did Gong Yuanzheng feel at ease to lock the box and the door, and go back to the small hall to find Zhang Xueming.

The rooms in the small hall have been separated by screens and cabinets. A maid has to lead the way to each room. It is no longer like before, when one could see everything at a glance by standing at the door, or sit in the dining room and keep an eye on what is going on in the bedroom.

It took Gong Yuanzheng only two days to get used to the new layout of the small hall, and he also accepted that every time he came, he should greet the maid waiting in the small hall before going in to find Zhang Xueming.

"Master Zheng, Miss Zhao is in the piano room."

Gong Yuanzheng nodded slightly, ignored the hand extended by the maid, and went in still wearing his cloak.

He walked out a little and then stepped back, took off his cloak uncomfortably and threw it to the maid: "Don't damage it."

Then he walked back inside.

The piano room is in the center of the small hall. Although it is called a piano room, it is actually a multi-functional room. Zhang Xueming practices dancing and playing the piano here... When things are not in use, they are put into the cabinet used as a partition wall. The low table is pushed to the side, and the space becomes larger.

Zhang Xueming had just changed into his martial arts outfit and came over. Seeing him coming, he pointed to a corner and said to him, "Go, do the Siping Dama for half an hour and punch 200 times."

Judging from the physical strength Gong Yuanzheng showed that day, this training task was a bit heavy, but he did not bargain. He just said "oh" obediently and went to stand.

Zhang Xueming took out a fire starter and lit the incense in the incense burner on the low table next to him. He walked back to the center of the room and began to practice the hand-to-hand combat techniques of Zhang's fighting skills.

This technique uses the body as a weapon, and is more powerful in a narrow space. It emphasizes the strength, speed and skills of the body, and is equally lethal even without internal strength.

The complete set of unarmed techniques consists of twenty-two moves, mostly attacking movements using the legs, knees, elbows, fists and palms. They are all special moves with clean and neat movements, full of violent aesthetics.

Whenever Zhang Xueming concentrates on practicing martial arts or is about to fight someone, she will unconsciously reveal her hidden side.

Without the mask covering his face, his calm to the point of being cold, his eyes as indifferent as water, and his murderous aura that seemed tangible and full of blood, all deeply stimulated Gong Yuanzheng's nerves, making him tremble with excitement.

Zhang Xueming knew nothing about this. She was immersed in her own world, taking every move seriously.

The reputation of the Northern War Demon is not boasted, but earned through real fighting on the battlefield.

God knows how difficult it was for her to go from a law-abiding young person of the new era to a murderous demon king of the ancient battlefield.

But in order to survive, and to protect more innocent border residents from suffering, the gold medal salesman who is good at talking and the travel photographer who is good at discovering beauty were eventually changed by the environment into what they are today.

After Zhang Xueming finished practicing the closing moves and helped Gong Yuanzheng, who was sweating profusely and whose legs were shaking so much that he could hardly stand, up, he heard a maid come to report that Jin Fu, the guard from the Jiao Palace, was coming with people to deliver something.