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

The snow gradually became lighter. If the snowflakes at noon were as big as goose feathers, then now they were only as big as copper coins. It was just falling densely.

As Zhang Xueming had to do some business, he did not bring his maid with him. He and Gong Yuanzheng took a warm sedan chair to the outskirts of the front mountain to accommodate temporary guests.

Ever since the four guards from the Corner Palace were sent by Gong Shangjiao to carry Zhang Xueming's sedan chair, they seemed to belong to the Zheng Palace. Every time Su Rong arranged a sedan chair, these four people came.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't say anything, and neither did Zhang Xueming. No matter how much money they received, Gong Yuanzheng would give them one. They were also provided with hot soup and hot meals. For traveling in bad weather like today, each person was given a subsidy of two cents, which was more than enough.

When they arrived at the place, Gong Yuanzheng arranged for them to rest, and he led Zhang Xueming inside with the captain of the guards who came out to greet them after hearing the news.

This is an ordinary group of houses with black tiles and wooden walls, which is consistent with the style of the surrounding woods and fits in with the palace's emphasis on concealment.

The overall layout of the resettlement area is like a huge circle. The houses are built around this circle, and the doors all face inward. The room layout and layout are similar to those of the hospital's injury ward.

"There are thirty-two people in total." The captain of the guards in charge of supervising this place told Zhang Xueming.

With the blade-wielding token given by Gong Shangjiao and the personal support of Gong Yuanzheng, the terrifying legend of the palace, Zhang Xueming did not encounter any face-slapping plots that were popular among people.

She changed into a black outfit, with a large cluster of purple hydrangeas blooming on her left shoulder. Her long hair was tied into a braid, tied up high with a silver lotus buckle, and the lower half of her face was covered by a carved mask made of black iron given to her by Gong Zishang.

Gong Yuanzheng put on her the waist belt that Gong Shangjiao had given her, which was made of black brocade with gold edges and bamboo patterns, with two silver carp pendants and six thin silver chains. He also put the sword around her waist, which made her look even slimmer, longer legs and more heroic.

He himself changed into a long robe with a white background and blue and white ink painting, and wore a waist belt made of brocade with gold-rimmed bamboo patterns and six thin gold chains with two gold carp pendants. He still had a slim waist and long legs, but he looked dignified and elegant.

The two of them walking together looked like a young master from an aristocratic family and his female guard. But Gong Yuanzheng just walked beside Zhang Xueming with his arms folded, and apart from telling the head guard that Zhang Xueming was in charge of this matter, he didn't say a word, making it seem as if the young master from an aristocratic family was the bodyguard of the female guard, which was hilarious.

However, the captain of the guard, who was as tall and strong as a bear, did not find it funny. He answered every question raised by Zhang Xueming honestly. Under Gong Yuanzheng's scorching gaze, he did not dare to let his eyes linger on Zhang Xueming's face for more than three seconds.

He took Gong Yuanzheng and Zhang Xueming to a room, pointed to the piles of books on the desk and said, "The records of the initial interrogation and the pulse records taken by the doctors in the clinic are all here."

After asking Zhang Xueming what he needed, he hurried out to make arrangements. He was nervous from beginning to end. Even a person with a dull sense could see his evasive attitude towards Gong Yuanzheng, let alone Zhang Xueming.

Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows, said nothing, picked up the books on the table and quickly read through them one by one, but the aura around him was a little depressed.

"Nothing, this guy used to work in the dungeon. People there are afraid of me." Gong Yuanzheng put down his hand and comforted Zhang Xueming, "He is lucky. Some people don't dare to approach me. They start to tremble when they see me from a distance."

He seemed to find it quite amusing and laughed twice.

"Isn't interrogation work part of the palace gate defense?" Zhang Xueming suddenly asked, "Who asked Master Zheng to do this before? The master of a palace is doing it personally, or is he doing it for Yu Gong? Yu Gong must have made some comments, right?"

Gong Yuanzheng spoke in a low voice, but Zhang Xueming spoke these few sentences at a normal volume.

The two guards standing outside the door looked at each other and quickly pricked up their ears. Gossip from high-ranking officials was hard to come by, so every bit they heard was valuable.

Then Zhang Xueming's clear and pleasant voice, like the sound of forest and spring, sounded in a wonderful and very attractive rhythm: "This time, you new sword masters gave me a gift worth 500 gold, so I reluctantly agreed to go to the dungeon to help you interrogate the Edgeless Assassin later. After all, although I have the ability, who wants to go to a gloomy and terrifying place like a dungeon and listen to the prisoners wailing and cursing? It's better not to be infected with bad luck... Mr. Zheng, I think it must cost a lot for Yu Palace to ask you, the master of Zheng Palace, to take action, right?"

When they first heard the price, the two guards were shocked. But after hearing the reason, they felt that what the future Madam Zheng Gong, who came from a martial arts family, said was right.

It has been almost three years since their guard captain was transferred out of the dungeon. He still has nightmares from time to time. He wakes up in the middle of the night and can't fall asleep. He wanders around the guard camp all night long. It can be seen how unlucky and torturous the work in the dungeon is. It is not a problem that can be solved by having more money.

Moreover, interrogating prisoners is indeed part of the palace defense, which is the business of Yu Palace. Over the years, Yu Palace has asked the Palace Master of Zheng Palace to help, and he must have given a lot of good things, right?

After all, I heard from the guards at the Zhiren Palace that Master Yu spent more than 100,000 taels of silver in the Wanhua Tower over the past five years, and the Wanhua Tower has now been discovered to be a Wufeng stronghold... Well, I guess Master Yu Gong won't be too stingy with his fellow bloodlines?

Gong Yuanzheng's voice sounded a little weak, but still clear: "I was only eleven or twelve years old at that time. My brother had just gone on a long journey and would not be back for several months. Old Zhiren asked me to go, saying that interrogation was an important matter for the palace and he was not confident in handing it over to anyone else, so only I could take over. I, I went... and I have been doing it ever since."

"What, eleven or twelve years old? Aren't they still children? Even if the former young master is not convenient to take action, Yu Gong still has Master Yu. I remember he is three years older than you, so he must have been fifteen at that time. How come the important tasks of the palace are assigned to Yu Gong? The old master is worried about him, but he feels relieved to let a little kid like you go to a place like a dungeon to face the most vicious criminals?"

The two guards nodded their heads. That's right. It was really not fair for Old Zhiren to do this. He left his youngest son, who was tall and strong, alone to do the job, and let the young Master Zheng do it.

Hearing Gong Yuanzheng hesitating and unable to say a complete sentence for a long time, the two guards exchanged glances: Confirmed. Didn't the old man, seeing that the boy's parents were gone and that Master Jiao, who could support Master Zheng, couldn't come back for a while, deliberately bully the child?

"That's fine." Zhang Xueming's tone was not very good. Through the door, the two guards could hear the suppressed anger in her tone: "Let's say that Master Zheng took over the interrogation work when he was twelve years old. It has been more than five years now. How much thank-you gift has Yu Gong given? Master Zheng shouldn't have kept it from me, right?"