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

“There is a Xianfu Temple on Xianfu Mountain outside Yuanjiang City. I heard that the whisk dropped by the immortal is enshrined there, so I plan to go and take a look.

I met this man on the way up the mountain. I walked past him and he suddenly attacked me from behind with vicious moves, and broke the long sword my family gave me at the coming-of-age ceremony. I was so angry that I smashed his head.

I searched his body, but found nothing that could prove his identity, so I carried the body to the woods and dissolved it with corpse powder as usual, and cleaned up the scene. Fortunately, no one passed by there during the whole process. "

Zhang Xueming said the scary words in the same tone as he would say something as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Gong Yuanzheng looked at her with bright eyes, his eyes were so soft that they seemed to be dripping with water. If Gong Shangjiao was not there, he would have already pounced on Zhang Xueming and kissed her.

It was not because Gong Shangjiao had avenged his great hatred, but because Gong Yuanzheng liked Zhang Xueming's ruthlessness towards her enemies, which formed a sharp contrast with her tolerance and gentleness towards her own people, which made him fascinated by her.

Gong Shangjiao suddenly stood up from the tea table, said "I want to be alone" and left in a hurry.

Zhang Xueming could see that this time Gong Shangjiao really didn't want to lure Gong Yuanzheng out for questioning.

Gong Yuanzheng also noticed it. He watched Gong Shangjiao's figure disappear at the door, but did not get up to chase after him.

Zhang Xueming asked him in surprise: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Brother should be going back to Jiao Palace, and Jin Ting will follow him." Gong Yuanzheng shook his head, "Let brother be alone tonight, he must have a lot to say to his parents and brother."

He walked around the tea table and sat next to Zhang Xueming. He leaned over and hugged her, whispering, "Didn't Zhao Zhao draw a family portrait for me last time? I found that I had never forgotten my father and mother, but the memories were too painful, so I hid them all and pretended that I didn't remember them.

It was not until then that I realized that even though my brother had treated me like a brother and a father in the past ten years, I would only treat him as a brother... In my heart, no one can replace my father, not even my brother."

Zhang Xueming stroked his back gently and listened to him quietly.

“So it is not the flowers that have not bloomed that will be remembered forever. We cannot forget them because they have stayed in time forever with our former carefreeness.

Besides, my brother and I are the only ones left in the two palaces who can remember them. If even we forget them... then we will really lose them forever."

Zhang Xueming felt the wetness on his shoulder and hugged him silently, feeling both relieved and distressed.

When Gong Yuanzheng calmed down and washed his face, the supper had not yet arrived, but Jin Miao brought her a letter: "Miss, your family member asked the guard to bring it in, saying that it is extremely urgent and must be delivered to you tonight."

"Uncle Qiu?" Zhang Xueming was startled and hurriedly took the letter and opened it. The handwriting on the letter was a little sloppy, and it could be seen that the writer was very excited.

She quickly scanned the contents, a little dazed.

After a moment, she looked at Gong Yuanzheng and asked him with a strange look in her eyes: "A Yuan, do you know what your mother's full name is? Her name is Li Zao Zhang?"

When she was reading the letter, Gong Yuanzheng turned his face away consciously. Hearing her abrupt question, he could not help but be surprised: "It is Li Zaozhang, that's right. Her name is Zhang Wenjin, Wen for article and Jin for splendid."

Oh my God, there are such coincidences in the world, and she happened to encounter them?

Zhang Xueming looked at Gong Yuanzheng in disbelief, then looked at the letter in his hand, and finally handed the letter over directly.

Gong Yuanzheng took it and read it out loud subconsciously: "The fourth daughter of the sixth branch of the clan is named Wenjin. She was good friends with your mother Wendi since childhood. In the summer of 23 years ago, she encountered the enemy and fell into the river and disappeared. Our clan went out in full force and searched along the river for more than three months, but to no avail. So we built a tomb for her. She was 17 years old at the time...

Please be sure to ask for the name, age, place of origin and background of the Zheng Palace Master's mother. When the Zheng Palace Master smiles, he looks 60% like Wen Jin. If he is indeed Wen Jin's son, you should contact the clan as soon as possible. The old man of the sixth house is old, and it may be regrettable if you delay."

Gong Yuanzheng's mind seemed to have exploded, and everything was in a mess. He could recognize all the words on the letter when they were separated, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

He looked at Zhang Xueming at a loss, his eyes wide open. Zhang Xueming was also looking at him, his eyes also wide open.

After a while, he came to his senses and tried his best to recall things about his mother.

Because he was too young at that time and his mother had been bedridden for many years, his father did not allow him to disturb her often. They only had a brief reunion time when his mother was able to get up, and he only remembered a few moments.

Gong Yuanzheng lowered his head in frustration: "I can remember very little. After my mother passed away, my father put away all of her things. Later, I looked for them in the main hall and the warehouse, but couldn't find them."

A thought flashed through his mind quickly, and he suddenly raised his head: "Zhao Zhao, cry for me."

Huh? Zhang Xueming was carefully examining his facial features, trying to identify the characteristics of the Zhang family. When he heard this, he was stunned: "Why do you want me to cry?"

Gong Yuanzheng didn't know how to describe that feeling, so he could only urge her: "Cry a little, use the way I taught you, and let me see if it looks like you."

Zhang Xueming pursed her lips, not understanding his logic, but it was not difficult for her to shed a few tears.

She pondered for a few seconds, her eyes slowly turned red, tears glistened in her eyes, and she blinked gently, tears rolling down, and that stunning face suddenly showed a heart-wrenching sense of brokenness.

Gong Yuanzheng clapped his hands and said, "I was wondering why you looked so familiar to me when you cried last time! When I cried in front of the mirror, the expression in the mirror was exactly the same as yours now... So you are my cousin, are we related by blood?"

Zhang Xueming's eyes were dead, he stretched out his hand and slapped him on the forehead, and said unhappily: "Can you be more reliable? Even if the expression is similar, can't I imitate it better?"

He also emphasized: "Sixth Old Master and my old master do not have the same grandfather. Even if we are cousins, we are from different families. Our blood relationship is not that close. We are not within three generations, so we can get married."

Gong Yuanzheng didn't expect her to react so strongly. When he heard her say "the blood relationship is not that close", his expression was gloomy. But when he heard the last sentence, his face suddenly broke into a smile: "Yes, if they are not within three generations, you can get married."

It is good to have some blood relationship. Even if it is only a little bit, it can show that he still has blood relatives in this world.

"That's great." He murmured as he got closer to Zhang Xueming, "Zhao Zhao is not only my sweetheart, but also my relative."

Zhang Xueming knew very well how much Gong Yuanzheng cared about the word "relatives", so she let him kiss her face like a puppy. When she heard footsteps approaching outside, she quickly pushed him away and sat up straight, "Someone is coming."

Gong Yuanzheng sat up reluctantly, and after the person who brought the midnight snack left, he rushed over to kiss her, and after the kiss he whispered "I'm so happy".

Zhang Xueming let him vent his emotions for a while, and after he had a midnight snack, he stood up and said, "Come on, change your clothes, and then we'll go to the clinic and pharmacy."

"It's already this late. What are you going there for?" Gong Yuanzheng asked as he stood up.

“I remember that time when we talked about Madam Lan, my brother said that when Madam Ling was pregnant with my brother Lang, she would go to the clinic regularly to check her pulse, and she met the pregnant Madam Lan there, which shows that this was a common practice.

Madam Ling discovered that Madam Lan, like her, came from Jiangnan and also had the surname Yang. Madam Lan was not a talkative person, and Ming Wuji, a maid disguised as an assassin, would not take the initiative to reveal such information to strangers. So the information could only have been told by the doctor who diagnosed Madam Ling - the medical records must have recorded the patient's basic information. Let's go find Madam Jin's medical records."

Nearly an hour later, Gong Yuanzheng handed an open medical record to Zhang Xueming. The page read: Zhang Wenjin, 23 years old, from Yuanjiang, should be careful not to eat hot foods during pregnancy to prevent the recurrence of old injuries on the back of the head.

Right.

Gong Yuanzheng is indeed a descendant of the Zhang family in the Northern Territory.

Zhang Xueming's fingers gently brushed over the four words "old injury on the back of the head", raised his eyes and smiled brightly at Gong Yuanzheng: "Congratulations, cousin, get ready to welcome the warm care from a large number of relatives."