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

"Oh, we have to wait that long." Gong Yuanzheng muttered in disappointment.

He was no longer shy, and his hands stopped shaking. He angrily picked up his undergrowth robe and was about to put it back on. After thinking for a while, he threw the robe back on the hanger and took out his casual clothes to change into.

Zhang Xueming had already come out of the bedroom and closed the door for him. He stood outside with one hand covering his face and laughing silently.

When she heard him coming out, she said seriously for a second: "Are you not sleepy yet?"

Gong Yuanzheng took out the two rolling lanterns resting under the lamp stand as if nothing had happened and said, "Let's go inspect the herb garden."

Anyway, I just don't plan to sleep.

Zhang Xueming risked his life to accompany the gentleman. The two of them kicked the rolling lantern all the way through the medicine garden and also walked through the second half of the Zheng Palace which was immersed in darkness.

In the meantime, Gong Yuanzheng suddenly had an idea and asked Zhang Xueming to play the game of tag with him that she had mentioned earlier.

The two men used their martial arts skills to chase each other between the palaces and corridors, floating here and there, and throwing the rolling lantern up and down.

In the darkness, bright red balls of light rose and fell with the sound of clear bells and laughter, scaring the passing patrol team so much that they almost shouted for help.

The two of them laughed maliciously and flew away with the rolling lantern, leaving a group of weak-legged guards staring at their shadowy figures, unable to cry.

Tired of playing, the two went back to the side hall teahouse to eat some jujube paste and yam cake with hot tea. Gong Yuanzheng contributed a family portrait with the background and clothes he had painted as an example. Zhang Xueming drew a new one, outlined it, and added color, ready for Zhang Qiu to take it away.

There was another letter, which only contained the relevant information about Zhang Wenjin that she had found so far, and asked him to wait another day, as she needed to check the files of the marriage selection that year. This could only be known by asking Gong Shangjiao, and maybe even asking the elders.

After doing all this, it was still early for him to get up as usual, so Zhang Xueming picked up an orange, peeled it, ate the flesh, and kept the peel, threading it with cotton thread. He cut a small section of candle and fixed it to the bottom of the peel, making a small orange lantern for Gong Yuanzheng.

The light shone through the cracks in the peel, bright yellow. Gong Yuanzheng said in surprise, "It looks like a golden flower is about to bloom."

This thing is simple to make, and Gong Yuanzheng has received more complicated lanterns made by her before, but as long as it is a gift, he is still very happy as if he has received a treasure, and his positive emotional feedback value is off the charts.

Zhang Xueming loved his reaction so much that she grabbed a pear, made a cut on the top, scooped out the flesh with a spoon and put it into a small bowl, until only the pear skin and a thin layer of flesh were left. She then used a knife to carve a Q version of Gong Yuanzheng and a Q version of herself on the shell. The two of them held hands and one held a rolling lantern in the other hand.

The candle was put in and lit. The light came out through the hollow space, creating another kind of beauty.

Gong Yuanzheng walked around the tea room several times holding the small orange lantern and the small pear lantern before carefully placing them on the tea table.

He also made a small orange lantern for Zhang Xueming.

The carving technique of the small pear lantern is a bit high, so Gong Yuanzheng couldn't do it. After he finished carving the outer shell, he could only push it to Zhang Xueming's side and looked at Zhang Xueming eagerly: "Its companion is wearing flowery clothes, but it doesn't, so it will be sad."

Zhang Xueming was so impressed that he picked up a knife to carve patterns on the outer shell of Gong Yuanzheng's small pear lamp. He asked, "This time I want the windmill one."

Zhang Xueming always responded to his requests and reminded him, "The small pear lantern can only be lit for one day, and the small orange lantern can only be lit for three days at most."

Gong Yuanzheng pretended not to hear and said that he was going to give it to Zhang Xueming. In the end, the four fruit lanterns were assembled on his lamp stand.

Looking at the time, it was time to get up as usual, so he begged Zhang Xueming to comb his hair.

Zhang Xueming suddenly remembered the description of Jia Baoyu's attire after he changed into a formal crown and belt when he first met Lin Daiyu in "Dream of Red Mansions", so he tried to tie the short hair around Gong Yuanzheng's head into a thin braid, and use red thread to gather it all to the top of the head, and braid the long hair into a thick braid that hung behind the head.

The thin braid was dotted with silver leaves, and the thick braid was hung with a row of sixteen small silver bells from the top to the end. He also took out a golden five-bat pendant from his jewelry box and hung it on the end of the braid, and then tied it with a black and gold eight-strand rope with a golden bat in the middle.

"It looks great!" Gong Yuanzheng moved the large bronze mirror into the tea room and placed it against the wall. He looked at the picture here and there, feeling extremely happy.

"Can I comb Zhaozhao's hair?" he asked tentatively, already holding the wooden comb in his right hand.

Zhang Xueming readily agreed, and he knelt behind her and untied her hanging bun, carefully combed her long hair, and braided her hair into the same braid as his. The accessories were the same, except that the gold pendant was replaced with a gourd-shaped one. He also put a headband on her, and the black and gold eight-strand rope was connected to a horizontal golden gourd in the middle.

OK, it turns out it was premeditated.

Zhang Xueming enjoyed his little trick very much. He smiled slightly, turned his head left and right to look at the big bronze mirror, and asked him: "Did you make this headband?"

Gong Yuanzheng didn't say how many times he had undone and woven it, but just smiled sweetly and asked her, "Does Zhao Zhao like it?"

"Of course I like it." Zhang Xueming touched his head affectionately, pinched his ears, and kissed his face, "I received Ayuan's kindness."

Gong Yuanzheng took the opportunity to take out three handkerchiefs embroidered with poems and asked, "Zhao Zhao, why does this poem only have three lines?"

Zhang Xueming couldn't help laughing when he saw it. It turned out that someone finally discovered the secret of those handkerchiefs embroidered with poems, but "You were in a hurry to keep them for me, so I didn't have time to finish embroidering them."

"What's the last sentence?"

"It's actually two sentences." Zhang Xueming stared into his eyes and slowly recited the folk song from Suzhou during the Ming Dynasty: "I don't write love lyrics or poems, I just send a piece of white handkerchief to my heart. My heart takes it and looks at it upside down. The horizontal and vertical threads are the same. Who knows my feelings?"

After flirting with the young man as usual, Zhang Xueming contentedly took Gong Yuanzheng, who was wearing a black dress with dark cloud patterns embroidered on it, to Huachaoju for breakfast.

Just after turning the corner, I saw Gong Shangjiao, who was dressed in a black and gold robe, coming towards me holding a fat raccoon slave lantern with the word "角" (jiao) written in seal script on its forehead.

Zhang Xueming stopped to wait for him. Gong Yuanzheng murmured in confusion: "When did my brother take my lantern away?"

When Gong Shangjiao came closer, under the light, he looked normal, except for obvious red bloodshot on the whites of his eyes.

Gong Yuanzheng reacted immediately: "It turns out that the ointment Zhao Zhao gave me was taken away by my brother!"

Zhang Xueming had only given him ointment to remove red and swollen eyelids. After he said that, Zhang Xueming couldn't help but look at Gong Shangjiao twice more: snack box, ointment, lantern... what a brother he is, tsk.

Gong Shangjiao glanced at his brother and said confidently, "What do you mean Zhao Zhao gave it to you? I was there that day. Besides, shouldn't brothers and sisters give good things to their elder brother? They have to wait for their elder brother to take it himself. It's really... Tsk."

Gong Yuanzheng was choked, his eyes widened as he looked for help: "Zhao Zhao, look at your brother!"

Gong Shangjiao felt refreshed today, as if the haze that had been weighing on his head in the past had dissipated, and the aura around him seemed less depressing.

Hearing this, he didn't wait for Zhang Xueming to speak, and handed the lantern to the Hongyu servant Jin Ting who was pretending to be deaf and blind behind him. He didn't care that he was outside, and solemnly adjusted his hat, belt, and robes, and bowed to Zhang Xueming: "Thank you. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."