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

The Zheng Palace was brightly lit.

One of the meanings of lighting lights after dark is to welcome people who come home late.

Under the light, the Zheng Palace, which inexplicably had an air of peace and tranquility, welcomed back its late-coming owner.

The guards on duty at the gate, the maids waiting under the porch...

Gong Yuanzheng remained quite calm about this novel experience of being greeted by someone. He was stunned for a moment before returning to normal.

But before entering the door, he stopped and nodded in response to the salute of two familiar-looking guards, and said in a rare and precious way: "Thank you for your hard work."

No matter how shocked the two old faces were, he stepped into the room.

After a few steps, Gong Yuanzheng skillfully took Zhang Xueming's hand, nodded slightly to the maids who were bowing, and then turned to ask Zhang Xueming: "Is Zhao Zhao trying to tell me this time that human nature is good?"

He and Zhang Xueming came home late because they wanted to see how the losers of the pill-rolling competition would deal with the situation of working hard for half a day but getting nothing in return, and whether they would take their anger out on the results of everyone else's busy afternoon.

To this end, they ruthlessly abandoned Jin Miao, the green jade servant who was helping them carry things, avoided everyone's sight, and quietly returned to the backyard of the pharmacy.

The result made Zhang Xueming very happy, but surprised Gong Yuanzheng.

The human heart is unpredictable and human nature is ugly, especially those mediocre people who are better at making trouble and destroying than creating. This is the view that Gong Yuanzheng has firmly established since he was a child.

He thought that those losers would not do anything out of fear of his reputation and punishment, but they would definitely have some small ideas, such as treating the remaining medicine mud as garbage, sprinkling some ash on the pills that had not yet dried, or deliberately knocking over a few trays to mix the dried and undried pills together...

Those were the despicable behaviors of the little people he had seen before. They were not presentable, but very disgusting.

But this time he saw the good side of human nature.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't think that the point of view he insisted on was wrong, and Zhang Xueming had no intention of continuing to guide him towards kindness.

In her eyes, Gong Yuanzheng was kind enough.

Why would a silly kid who would just stay away from the hurt and pretend the other person doesn't exist need to become more kind and make it easier for others to hurt him?

Zhang Xueming just wanted to teach the young man who lacked the concept of management a lesson: "Ayuan, in fact, the lives of most people in this world are chaotic. There is no ultimate goodness, nor ultimate evil. As the leader of Zheng Palace, you don't need to worry about these things. You just need to know how to pick out those who are relatively usable and trainable from a group of people with similar qualifications. If human hearts are unusable, then make them usable."

Gong Yuanzheng, who had not expected that he had completely misunderstood the direction, was embarrassed for a second, then gladly accepted the instruction: "I remember, Zhao Zhao."

Jin Miao, who was forced to listen in, quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally understood the implicit warning from the hostess: I don't care who you belong to, and I don't care whether you are willing to be used by Gong Yuanzheng. If you stay in Zheng Palace, you must become useful even if you are not useful, otherwise I will have many ways to deal with you.

Taking a quick glance at Gong Yuanzheng, who was beginning to indulge in the self-contemplation of “Zhao Zhao is so good to me”, Jin Miao reluctantly gave up the last glimmer of hope of “Please cheer up, Palace Master” and honestly accepted the foreseeable fate of “Zhao Hua”.

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After dinner and a walk, Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng sat on the newly added high-back chairs in the piano room, playing chess across the newly added long table with high legs.

She asked Qingzhi to take out the beast chess from the dowry box that came with her into the palace.

On the exquisite colored porcelain chessboard, a "grassland" composed of green grids is distributed on both sides of the blue "river". The craftsmen have spent countless efforts to fire sixteen lifelike elephants, lions, tigers, leopards, dogs, wolves, cats, and mice. They are squatting in their respective grids, facing each other across the river.

Gong Yuanzheng did not understand the value of such a set of colored porcelain toys, but Qingzhi, who had been educated as the housekeeper of the Jiao Palace, knew it very well. When he took the toys out of the box, he breathed as lightly as possible.

At this time, the things that Qing Zhi treated with great care were being played with casually in Gong Yuanzheng's hands.

Not far from the chessboard were the small clay sculptures of cats and dogs that had just been sent from Jiaogong and that Jin Fu had someone retrieve from the clay figurine stall in Jiuchen Town.

Gong Yuanzheng likes both.

From childhood to adulthood, the only living animals he had ever seen were poultry, livestock, fish, shrimp, crabs, birds, snakes and rats.

The miasma in the Old Dust Valley is not friendly to people, and even less friendly to animals. Except for native dogs and tabby cats, no one can survive in the poisonous miasma for more than three years. Over time, the people in the Old Dust Valley gave up raising these cute little creatures that could comfort people.

So Gong Yuanzheng fell in love with these cute little toys as soon as he saw them, and played with them for a long time before making a move.

Zhang Xueming didn't rush him. He held his chin with one hand and turned a colorful porcelain mouse with shifty eyes around in the other.

The goose yellow satin tablecloth with square patterns hung down, hiding the foot-soaking activity going on under the table: two half-large wooden barrels with half lids were filled with hot water with vinegar, one barrel for each pair of feet.

When the hourglass in the small hourglass placed on the side of the chessboard was empty, at the end of two quarters of an hour, a maid would come and take the bucket away, apply ointment to soften the calluses on their feet, and wrap them with cloth.

Half an hour later, they used the skin-grinding board sent by Shang Palace to grind off the completely softened calluses, applied almond hand cream that can also be used for foot care, wrapped it with cloth, and covered it overnight, and the job was done.

Gong Yuanzheng's calluses on his hands were not thick, so he didn't need to soak them in vinegar water first. After he experienced the whole set of care procedures, he could take the ointment and tools back to do it himself.

The hot water effectively relieved fatigue, and the accelerated blood circulation gave Gong Yuanzheng's cheeks a healthy blush.

He wiped his left hand on a folded wet towel placed on a gold-painted white porcelain plate on the table, picked out a little tiger from a plate of small animal biscuits next to it, and ate the biscuits while playing with the majestic colored porcelain tiger.

The ease, relaxation, and unconcealable childishness revealed in that action made Zhang Xueming silently curl the corners of his lips.

When the time was up, the maid, with permission, bowed her head and came in to wipe their feet.

Zhang Xueming had finished his job, but Gong Yuanzheng snatched the dry towel from the maid's hand, hesitating to find an excuse to let Zhang Xueming get away.

He still didn't want anyone to get close to him, but to wipe his feet, he had to put his feet on the chair, which was an indecent posture.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Zhang Xueming suddenly stopped the maid from applying ointment on her feet.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get something." She said, "Ayuan, apply the ointment first."

"Okay." Gong Yuanzheng responded immediately. He felt that he was too impatient and might cause misunderstanding, so he blinked his eyes and acted obediently: "I'll wait for Zhao Zhao to come back."

Zhang Xueming smiled, glanced at him and walked out.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, his smile disappeared and his eyes turned cold.

Today, whether in the clinic or in Zheng Palace, she kept her spiritual consciousness network open.

With Gong Yuanzheng, the amplifier stabilizer, at the side, the spiritual consciousness network covered the front half of Zheng Gong.

Just now, the moment her feet left the wooden barrel, a strange yet familiar figure broke into the coverage of her spiritual network, avoided the secret guards, and hid in the shadow at the corner of the outer corridor.

It is very close to the small hall and the side hall.

And after comparing that figure with a certain image stored in the memory palace, it can be confirmed that it is the young master Gong Huanyu who was on the run in front of the palace gate.

Zhang Xueming walked out silently. Qing Zhi came towards him, but before he could speak, she stopped him.

"Go and call Jin Miao in and ask him to wait for me in the small living room. Call back the other maids outside as well. Find a good excuse and act more naturally." Zhang Xueming instructed softly.

Qing Zhi had never encountered such a situation before and was so shocked that she stood there motionless.

Zhang Xueming patted her shoulder and looked into her eyes with a cold look: "You won't let me down, right, Qingzhi?"

Qing Zhi shuddered and woke up. She forced herself to calm down and knelt down to salute: "Yes, this servant will never let the master down."

Zhang Xueming turned around and went to the clothing room, put on his boots, and took out a long box from a hidden place. Inside was a heavy sword weighing more than 50 kilograms that he had taken out of the storeroom of the Corner Palace for temporary use.

Each compartment here contains a weapon, depending on which one she wants to use.

She deliberately gave up the more peaceful double sticks and chose this weapon that was the favorite of the palace guards.

If she can't kill him, she'll have to slash him a few times to vent her anger. She was forced to work overtime yesterday because of this man, and she's here again today?

Give him face!

Moreover, he actually wanted to attack Gong Yuanzheng. If Gong Shangjiao didn't beat him so badly that his tendons and bones were broken and his face was unrecognizable, he would never be able to take him away from her!

She walked towards the palace gate.

Jin Miao stood in the small hallway in confusion. When he saw her, he was about to salute her, but was stopped by a gentle force.

He didn't have time to be shocked by the powerful inner strength displayed by Zhang Xueming before he heard her say, "Jin Miao, after I leave, I will bolt the palace door from the inside. Guard the door. I won't let you open it. No matter what noise you hear outside, you are not allowed to open the door, and you are not allowed to let Ayuan run out. Do you understand?"

Jin Miao wanted to ask, but when he looked up and saw those frighteningly cold eyes, he didn't dare to ask anymore and clasped his fists: "Yes, Miss Zhao."

Zhang Xueming was still dressed in his home clothes, with his long hair casually tied with a red headband. On the left shoulder of his black velvet robe, a purple hydrangea was blooming. He went out holding a knife in one hand.

There was the sound of the palace door closing and bolting behind her. She curled her lips in satisfaction, and under the puzzled gazes of the two secret guards in the courtyard, she slowly walked to the corner and drew her sword nonchalantly to block.

All that was heard was a loud "clang!"

Metal hits metal and sparks fly.

The internal forces collided, and a wind suddenly blew up in the eaves. The wind was so strong that it lifted Zhang Xueming's long hair.

The two secret guards were shocked to find that there was a person hiding in the shadow at the corner.

Gong Huanyu missed the attack, then dodged and rushed into the courtyard.

Zhang Xueming followed him like a shadow and stabbed him in the abdomen before he could stand firm!