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

Gong Yuanzheng...Gong Yuanzheng was already stunned by Zhang Xueming's casual complaint, okay?

If Gong Shangjiao was present, he could only helplessly tell his brother: You'll get used to it. This thing is always like this. Once she recognizes you and classifies you as one of her own, she will start to be casual and say whatever she wants. The problem is that when she is casual, she is really not a human being. Sometimes what she says can scare people to death, but she doesn't think so. She speaks as if it is natural, as if everyone is as crazy as her. Her behavior in the past few days was quite restrained.

It was a pity that Gong Shangjiao was not there, and Zhang Xueming felt that not shedding blood and not causing the person being interrogated to scream or curse was her best effort to protect the mental health of the 17-year-old boy.

No one could comfort Gong Yuanzheng's shocked heart in time, which led to Zhang Xueming inadvertently casting a glance. The firelight made Gong Yuanzheng's handsome face flicker. At this moment, the childishness on the boy's face was gone, and his expressionless face seemed very deep, which was 50% similar to Gong Shangjiao.

Zhang Xueming's pupils shrank slightly, he looked away and ignored him, cursing in his heart: He looks like Gong Shangjiao, he has the heart of a father, but has the face of a boss, and he likes to put on airs to scare people. If I look at him for a few more seconds, I can't help but wonder if he is being supervised because he is not working hard enough. He is annoying.

Of course, the result of reading Gong Yuanzheng's face is still a bunch of gibberish.

In fact, this was a misunderstanding on Zhang Xueming's part.

She had never had this kind of fantasy skill that could form a conclusion in her mind by looking at a face, and she had never encountered the same situation before, so she overlooked one thing: when a person is extremely nervous or in other extreme emotions, his mind is either blank or extremely confused. The speed of skill reading cannot keep up with the speed of information refresh, so what else can it be if it is not garbled text?

If she could sort out the mess of codes she was reading from Gong Yuanzheng, Zhang Xueming would probably understand why the face-reading technique failed to work on Gong Yuanzheng so many times today.

Gong Yuanzheng looked blankly, with no expression on his face, but in fact, a barrage of comments were running through his mind:

Zhao Zhao is so strong and charming. Wu Feng is a rookie. I don't need to explain. My wife is a little cruel. She is not Wu Feng. It's really the luck of the palace. What am I? I am ruthless and cruel. The real boss is here. The method of destroying the sect is easy to use. It takes no effort to really do it.

Zhao Zhao protected me, Zhao Zhao worried about me, Zhao Zhao was so good to me, I was so happy. Did Second Uncle Gong know that his eldest niece was so cruel? My brother was so good that he didn't snatch my wife from me. Rookie Gongmen was lucky to meet Rookie Wufeng, so we could have a good relationship for decades.

What should I do if I become more obsessed with my wife...

There were more than a dozen messages per second, and there was no order at all. It was already a great favor to Zhang Xueming that the system didn't explode.

Zhang Xueming didn't know that he had already turned his attention to the madam of Wanhualou who had just been brought up.

This middle-aged woman in her forties had no internal strength, but she was calmer than everyone who had been brought in before. Her face was faded with makeup, her hair was messy, but her charm remained, and it was not difficult to tell that she was also a rare beauty when she was young.

When she came in, she glanced at Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng's faces. Without the guards pressing her head, she knelt down on her own accord, smoothed the hair that fell on her face behind her ears, a hint of sadness appeared on her face, and she opened her mouth to complain.

Zhang Xueming was now able to freely control her self-created skill, which she named "pressure". She saw what the old procuress was planning and released 20% of her pressure to shock her.

The group of prostitutes in Wanhua Tower who have no internal strength know little about Zi Yi and Wu Feng. Their direct controller is the old brothel owner known as "Mother Jiang".

Most brothel madams are old prostitutes who have made it big, or were once the most popular courtesans in the past, and they have both means and connections.

Although Wanhua Tower is the only business in Jiuchen Valley, it is just the fact that Mother Jiang is able to deal properly among all kinds of warriors and non-warriors and run Wanhua Tower successfully. She can still live as comfortably as before even under the control of Wufeng. She is no easy task.

"Mother Jiang, right? You don't have to complain to us. Even if you have experienced great hardships in the past, those hardships were not caused by us, and have nothing to do with your joining Wu Feng and turning Wan Hua Tower into Wu Feng's base in the Old Dust Valley."

Zhang Xueming came to the dungeon wearing a black iron half-mask. In the light of the fire, her words were as cold and ruthless as the metallic luster on the mask.

Gong Yuanzheng had calmed down, and nodded when he heard this. Pitying and sympathizing with the enemy would only bring harm to one's own people.

It was a pity that Lao Zhiren acted too quickly against Ming Wuji and she fell too quickly, otherwise he would have let them know what a truly vicious heart looked like.

If he hadn't seen that his brother and Zhao Zhao had no intention of moving against the elders for the time being, and was afraid that acting rashly would disrupt their plans, he would have wanted to poison Mo Li and hand over the ten deadly palace family rules to the Council of Elders.

Zhang Xueming saw that after Jiang's mother had experienced the pressure and intimidation, her face was only slightly pale, and she also revealed the kind of fear and panic expression that seemed natural but was actually full of acting. He impatiently used the pressure and intimidation again before Jiang's mother could speak: "Stop acting. Tell me, what level of spy are you in Wufeng? Among the dark and yellow worlds, ghosts and monsters, which one are you?"

Mother Jiang said in a trembling voice: "Don't joke, young lady. I was also forced to obey Wu Feng..."

Once again, Zhang Xueming intimidated her with pressure, and directly gave her double the force he had just used.

"The sky and the earth are dark yellow, and there are ghosts and monsters. Which one are you?" Zhang Xueming's originally clear and pleasant voice like the sound of forests and springs seemed to be tainted by the gloomy and dark atmosphere of this place. It sounded with a special rhythm and became weird.

Mother Jiang looked dazed for a few seconds, then returned to a panic state, which shows how strong her ability to withstand pressure is.

Zhang Xueming didn't have time to act with her, and he pressed down with 50% of his strength.

The terrifying aura that seemed to make people feel like they were on a battlefield with blood and flesh flying everywhere forced Mother Jiang to lie on the ground. She finally couldn't maintain the posture that was obviously carefully trained, which looked frightened but was actually calm.

She burst into tears and struggled desperately, using all her strength to shout out what she thought was a loud voice: "I am Gong Hongyu, the sword bearer of your palace gate. Wanhua Tower is the stronghold of the palace gate!"

What the hell?

Zhang Xueming was stunned for a moment and withdrew his pressure.

Gong Yuanzheng was so excited that he slammed the table and jumped up.

The recorder in the next small room wrote down this sentence on the paper without thinking, and when he realized what was happening, he was so scared that his pen dropped.

All three of them couldn't help but want to dig their ears to make sure they had heard correctly.

"What did you just say? Say it again!" Gong Yuanzheng's face was full of fierceness, he was as ferocious as a wolf that smelled blood.

Mother Jiang forced herself to sit up, lowered her eyes to hide the pride and calculation in them, and took a deep breath before speaking word by word: "My last name is Jiang, my given name is Yunhong, and I was the most popular courtesan in Wanhua Tower 25 years ago. 22 years ago, your predecessor Gong Hongyu gave me a sum of money to buy shares in Wanhua Tower, making me the major shareholder and madam of Wanhua Tower. I jointly managed this place with the side branches of the Gong family, and made Wanhua Tower a secret base for the palace. If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself."