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

The entrance to the piano room was blocked by a green cotton curtain with a three-color edging embroidered with a rising sun. The maid did not rush in but only reported outside the curtain.

Zhang Xueming tightened her arms around Gong Yuanzheng's waist, turned her head and glanced at the man who closed his eyes and dared not look at her, and could only instruct the maid: "Tell the guard Jin Fu that Master Zheng is temporarily unable to get away. I will go to see him after I finish the things on hand. Ask them to go to the next door to rest for a while and drink a cup of hot tea. By the way, send the milk cakes and other snacks sent by the kitchen over, and tell them not to be polite."

"Yes, Miss Zhao."

Next door was another small hall, which was almost one-third smaller than the one Zhang Xueming lived in. She thought that she couldn't bring everyone to the small hall, so she asked someone to clean and decorate that room, which just happened to come in handy at this time.

After sending the maid away, she helped the blushing Gong Yuanzheng to a cubicle that had been converted into a bathroom.

There is a four-panel beauty dressing screen in the compartment. Behind the screen, there is a half-person-high wooden tub for bathing.

The water in the bucket was steaming, and it was obviously hot water that had just been prepared. Next to the big bucket were several small buckets filled with cold water, and a gourd ladle was floating in one of the small buckets. On the low table were her usual toiletries, such as soapnut powder mixed with a little water-sinking perfume powder and scented soap.

Zhang Xueming originally intended to use this for himself after training, but...

Zhang Xueming glanced at Gong Yuanzheng, whose hair was sweating and running down his neck, then turned his eyes away in disdain and sighed secretly.

After helping the man sit on a chair against the wall, Zhang Xueming mixed some water and said, "Go wash up. I'll get you some clean clothes."

Without saying anything, she left the aroused young man alone in the cubicle and walked out, reminding him, "Wash your hair too. I'll help you re-braid it later."

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Hearing Zhang Xueming's deliberately heavy footsteps entering the compartment, Gong Yuanzheng, behind the screen, buried his face in the water again out of shame.

A few pieces of clothing were thrown onto the screen and hung there.

"If you're tired, soak for a while longer." Zhang Xueming said this and turned to leave.

It took Gong Yuanzheng a long time before he dared to raise his head from the water. He wiped the water off his face and looked at the clothes hanging on the screen, but was surprised to find that those clothes were all new.

A wide-sleeved, cross-collared long gown and trousers made of ivory white crepe satin, a waist belt of the same color, a wide-sleeved outer robe made of mauve pink crepe satin... and even an inner shirt and underpants.

Although she felt even more shy, she was extremely excited. She quickly washed herself, used her inner strength to dry the water off her body and hair, and carefully put on her clothes one by one.

The clothes fit him surprisingly well, and the plain satin was thick and comfortable, but it was not the style he usually wore.

It is more comfortable than those clothes. I feel like my whole body is wrapped softly, like a piece of sterculia lychnophora soaked in hot water, and my whole body is stretched out.

The sleeves of the gown and outer robe are too big, which makes it inconvenient to do things. And the color is too pink and not resistant to stains...

Gong Yuanzheng tugged at his sleeves and suddenly realized that this was the pink dress that Zhang Xueming had said she would make for him. He pursed his lips and smiled foolishly for a while, then walked around the screen barefoot: Hey, there is actually a pair of cloth socks and a pair of ivory pumps?

He put it on quickly, jumped twice, and then ran out happily. When he was almost at the small hallway, he remembered that he had not combed his hair. He had to go back to get the tray from the bathroom that contained his hairbands, little bells, small gourds, and silver leaves. He did not dare to go into her bedroom, so he went to the needlework room next to the bedroom to wait.

The needles and threads in the needlework room were put back in place, the windows were closed, and the light was a little dim.

A piece of plain silk was stretched in a small frame placed on the low table. Two fat and adorable cats were embroidered on two of the four corners of the silk, with smooth fur and vivid look.

Gong Yuanzheng carefully reached out his hand and touched it, feeling a little confused: Zhao Zhao had been with him all day and night since she moved into the Zheng Palace. How could she have the time to make clothes and embroider handkerchiefs for him? Could it be that she didn't sleep at all when she came back at night and did these all night? Just to fulfill what she said to him and not let his expectations go to waste, just like the red bean sweet soup in the morning?

The young man sitting on the low couch by the window hugged his knees and buried his head in the smooth plain crepe. His eyes were hot, but he didn't dare let tears fall for fear of dirtying his new clothes.

When Zhang Xueming came back after sending Jin Fu away and found Gong Yuanzheng in the needlework room, she saw him huddled in a corner with his knees hugged, looking up at her with red eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Zhang Xueming was startled, walked over quickly, bent down and reached out to touch his face: "Ayuan, what's wrong? Did someone bully you, or did someone say something weird to you?"

The voice was extremely gentle, but there was a chill in the tone.

Gong Yuanzheng suddenly changed from sitting to kneeling, hugged her waist, looked up at her, tears streaming down his eyes.

Fortunately, Zhang Xueming reacted quickly enough and instantly withdrew the internal force covering his entire body, otherwise it is unknown whether Gong Yuanzheng would have been directly flung away.

She was frightened and broke into a cold sweat, but she just used her fingers to wipe away the tears that were about to flow into the boy's ears, stroked his face, and coaxed him softly: "What's wrong, my little master? You don't say anything, how can I help you vent your anger?"

Gong Yuanzheng puffed up his cheeks, and for a moment, the corners of his mouth seemed to be about to curl up, but he firmly kept them flat.

He frowned, staring at her with wet eyes for a long time, then pursed his lips and said angrily: "Then Zhao Zhao, you are not allowed to stay up late, get up early,...you are not allowed to keep saying you want to do something for me. I don't want it."

Zhang Xueming was stunned.

Gong Yuanzheng buried his face in her clothes, not wanting her to see that he was crying again. He just sobbed and said, "I want Zhao Zhao to be my wife, I want Zhao Zhao to be with me, not to let Zhao Zhao go to the trouble of doing these things for me... Zhao, Zhao Zhao just wants to be happy every day, I just want to see Zhao Zhao happy every day, I don't need these things... I, I've heard people say that needlework hurts the mind and eyes, and the kitchen, the kitchen is full of smoke and fire, which hurts the skin..."

Feeling the arm getting tighter and tighter around his waist, Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows helplessly.

She is not the kind of person who would not let others know how hard she works after doing something. She can give the effect of 100% of the effort.

Of course, she would not let Gong Yuanzheng know that it would take her more than half an hour to make such a dress without any embroidery, which only required cutting and sewing.

Even if Gong Yuanzheng was so careless that he didn't notice that she was "staying up late" to make clothes for him, she would let him find out.

The principle of equal exchange is that if you pay, you will definitely get something in return. I just didn't expect...

Oh my, what should I do? Gong Shangjiao is too smart to be human, but the brother he raised is a little fool. He is obviously feared and isolated by so many people, and is called a cold-blooded and heartless little monster by so many people...

"You really don't want it? You don't want any gifts?" Zhang Xueming put his arm around Gong Yuanzheng with one hand and gently stroked the back of his head and shoulders with the other hand.

She was not surprised to find that Gong Yuanzheng still had no reaction to such a deadly approach, and did not even have the most basic stress response for a martial artist. This was completely different from his brother, who, no matter how much he trusted him, would reflexively tense his muscles in preparation for a counterattack.

How did you develop this kind of behavior of giving your whole heart to someone once you trust them, leaving no room for yourself...

"No." The young man tightened his arms.

Zhang Xueming raised her head and let out a long breath. Oh no, this boy is too cute, she can't help herself, what should she do?