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

You can go to the dungeon at any time, but eating is of course the most important thing.

Zhang Xueming chose Huizheng Palace without hesitation.

In the warm sedan, two people wrapped in Zhang Xueming's internal force were whispering.

Whether it is the conversation between Zhang Xueming and Gong Shangjiao that implies something, or the making of lanterns; whether it is Zhang Xueming's attitude towards Gong Zishang and Hua Gongzi, or the intentions behind some of Zhang Xueming's actions.

As long as Gong Yuanzheng asked, Zhang Xueming would answer if she could. If she encountered something that was really inconvenient to talk about, she would just smile and keep silent. Gong Yuanzheng knew her attitude, so he stopped asking and moved on to the next topic.

Not only Gong Yuanzheng likes this direct and effective way of communication, Zhang Xueming also likes it.

It's not that she is not proficient in the Riddler's tricks, she just doesn't like them. She herself doesn't like talking to the Riddler, so how can others like it? Gong Shangjiao doesn't even like to play witty tricks with her now.

The two chatted and started gossiping:

"How long do you think it will take for word to spread that Old Zhiren and Yumiya are using you to do work for nothing?"

"Three days."

"Three days? I think with the speed at which the servants and guards at the palace spread gossip, the whole palace will know about it within a day."

"Not really. If it came from Yu Palace, it would spread throughout the palace in one day. The speed of the female guest house is slightly slower, about one and a half to two days. The news from the dungeon, the guard camp, and the area outside the front mountain where the guard camp places the families, it will take two or three days for the news to spread throughout the palace."

"Is that so?" Zhang Xueming said angrily, then asked Gong Yuanzheng tentatively: "A Yuan, have you heard any interesting news recently?"

"I've been with you lately and haven't been out visiting friends at night, so where can I get any information?" Gong Yuanzheng asked back, then raised his eyebrows and smiled mysteriously: "But there is a lot of news from the past, do you want to hear it?"

"Listen!" Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up.

Although the guards outside couldn't hear what they were saying because of their inner strength, Gong Yuanzheng still motioned Zhang Xueming to come closer and lowered his voice to create an atmosphere of watching the show: "Since we are going to the dungeon tonight, let me tell you about the guards in the dungeon first."

He had a good memory and rich associative ability. He could always grasp the facial and body features of others and describe them to Zhang Xueming in vivid language:

"Jin Chengwei looks like a winter melon. Zhao Zhao must have seen a whole winter melon, right? Very tall and big, without a waist... He has a bad temper. He always knocks the iron bars in the dungeon with his sword, making loud noises. He also scares the prisoners and says whatever scary things he wants.

In fact, he was the most timid. Sometimes, the prisoners were not frightened, but he himself was frightened. When he was on duty, he didn't dare to go to the toilet without someone to accompany him, so he held it in until the end of the shift. Once, his face turned blue, which scared me. I thought it was a dead body walking up..."

"There was a man called Jin Fulin, who had a regular face and good features, but a very strange body, like a big gourd. He had broad shoulders and thick legs, but a very thin waist, and it looked like if he wasn't careful, his upper and lower body would be split into two parts. But he was a good guy, and he never refused any lazy guards who wanted to swap shifts with him.

There was one time when he suddenly fainted and was sent to the infirmary. The captain of the dungeon guards came to ask about his condition. He heard that he hadn’t slept for several days and nights. The captain of the guards went back and sent those sneaky guys to the mountain patrol team and replaced them with a group of honest guys. Only then did he have a good life…”

"Once Jin Fulin was sick, and Jin Chengwei carried Jin Fulin to the clinic. An apprentice laughed at them, saying 'a winter melon carrying a gourd'. I heard it, so I punished the apprentice to be a servant...

When I went to the dungeon for interrogation, those two idiots brought me tea and snacks. Although they were two idiots who could drink tea and eat snacks in such a dirty and smelly place, it was not their turn for a mere apprentice to humiliate them. "

Zhang Xueming was quite reserved at first, smiling with her lips pursed, but after hearing what he described was so funny, she finally broke down and laughed so hard that she fell on Gong Yuanzheng's shoulder.

Gong Yuanzheng took the opportunity to hug her, kissed her forehead gently, then turned his eyes away with a red face and continued, "I heard last month that a steward in Yu Palace tried to matchmake Jin Kuang, the chief guard of the dungeon, with a second wife, but he scolded him and almost hit him. His wife was originally a small steward in charge of purchasing for the Jiao Palace kitchen. Last year, she had been recuperating at home due to lung problems. When Jin Kuang came to work, he could only pay neighbors to take care of his wife and his three-year-old daughter. He is an orphan adopted by the palace gate, but his wife is the goddaughter of Jin Ma, the chief steward of the Jiao Palace's internal affairs..."

Gong Yuanzheng visited other palaces quite often at night. Occasionally, when he left the pharmacy to change his mind, he would hide quietly near the places where servants often gathered to chat, and he knew a lot of gossip.

These days, Zhang Xueming took time to chat with the maids and nurses from the women's guest house, and occasionally chatted with Qingzhi and Surong from the Corner Palace, and the former servants from the Zheng Palace, and gained a lot.

The two gossip lovers really hit it off.

When one person speaks, the other one follows suit; when another person speaks, the other one takes over.

Even if we are not chatting about the latest gossip, we can still chat about old news with great enthusiasm. There is no purpose, we just chat about gossip, occasionally we are happy, and we laugh and kiss each other, it is relaxing and stress-relieving.

It was totally different from when he was with Gong Shangjiao, where he had to think carefully beforehand about what to say, just like writing an article, with a theme and purpose... It was as if everyone had to talk about business as soon as they sat down to talk, and random idle chats without a purpose would waste his precious time. He just sat there for the sake of face and didn't want to listen, so he remained silent, and after a long while, he gave a little response: "Really?"

It can instantly make people lose all interest in talking.

Zhang Xueming couldn't help but complain as he thought about it: "Your brother is really interesting. He obviously likes to hear these family gossips, but he has to pretend to be uninterested... If no one talks to him about these things for a long time, you can just look at him. He will ask you in a roundabout way every now and then if you have discovered anything, it's really hard to talk to him. It's hard to talk to him without a purpose."

Gong Yuanzheng was surprised: "What, my brother likes to hear these things? Impossible! In the past year, he could only stay in the palace for two or three months around the New Year. Every time he came back, I told him the news I heard, but he didn't say a word. He would only say 'got it' after I finished speaking...

Did my brother really like to hear this? I thought he was listening to me reluctantly because I was his beloved brother.

Every time I finish speaking and return to the palace, I feel extremely regretful, because I always think that my brother might dislike me for being too talkative. But, but I can’t control my mouth, and I’m afraid that if there’s some news that he doesn’t know, someone will take the opportunity to take advantage of him.”

"How about we not go to Jiaogong to look for your brother for three days starting from today?" Zhang Xueming smiled maliciously, like a fox ready to pull a chick from under the wings of an old hen. "When he comes to look for us, you'll see if he says 'what did you find'."