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

As the palace guard who was destined to clean up the mess made by that group of fearless rioters, Gong Shangjiao could not laugh.

Gong Yuanzheng had never had any feelings for Gong Men in the first place. Now that he and Zhang Xueming were in love with each other and he knew that his mother's family welcomed him, he already considered himself a member of the Zhang family. He actually understood Zhang Xueming's sense of humor and laughed along with her. Even when Gong Shangjiao glared at him, he pretended not to see it.

The three of them were standing not far from the cell area chatting. After a while, Zhang Xueming used his internal energy to wrap a ball of medicinal smoke and sent it in.

Finally, they heard the sound of an iron door being pushed open in the cell area. The three people stopped talking and looked over there in unison.

They saw a handsome young man walking towards them slowly, holding on to the wall. He was wearing a plain white robe without any patterns. It was Master Yue who was facing execution tomorrow.

"Unlucky." Gong Yuanzheng took a look and turned away.

Zhang Xueming unceremoniously used his spiritual sense to scan Master Yue back and forth, to prevent him from carrying a sharp weapon and pretending to be weak to suddenly attack and hurt others.

Yun Weishan, whose Dantian meridians were damaged by the poisonous insects, was able to recover as normal, and Gong Huanyu, whose limbs were broken into several pieces, was able to move freely in just a few days. It would not be difficult for Master Yue, who treated their injuries, to repair his own Dantian and restore some of his internal strength.

Although the medicinal herbs collected by Gong Liushang could not allow him to stand up, they came in handy at this time.

Unfortunately, the medicine Zhang Xueming used this time is not something that a mortal body can resist. Holding your breath is useless. If even a little bit of it comes into contact with your skin, you will be affected.

The initial reaction was the stagnation of internal energy and the rapid loss of physical strength, and there would be more waiting for him to experience slowly in the future.

Zhang Xueming confirmed that Young Master Yue was harmless, withdrew his spiritual sense, and turned his attention back to Gong Yuanzheng.

"Ayuan, what's in the belt? Is it food?" she asked softly, pointing at the tiger belt hanging around Gong Yuanzheng's waist. She couldn't help but poke the tiger's bulging belly.

Gong Yuanzheng raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice and smiled: "I've seen you glance at it several times, just waiting for you to ask."

He took out a small copper ball from the tiger's chain and wound it up twice. There was a clicking sound of the spring turning and the gears meshing.

"Last time you said you would make a timer some time ago. I made one. See if it works."

Gong Yuanzheng curled the corner of his mouth slightly and handed the small copper ball to Zhang Xueming, without paying any attention to Master Yue.

"Two turns of the spring equals a quarter of an hour, and eight turns at most equals half an hour."

Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up as he looked at the delicate copper ball in his palm, which was no more than three centimeters in diameter.

The dark purple shell is covered with irregular lines, as if it were spliced ​​together.

She looked through it over and over again, then looked up at Gong Yuanzheng and smiled in surprise: "Ayuan set the ball to open when the time comes? What's inside?"

Gong Yuanzheng raised his eyebrows proudly: "You will know in a quarter of an hour."

The two people looked at each other again as if no one was around. There seemed to be a hook in their eyes that could not be torn apart once hooked. The smiles on their faces were full of sugar.

This is what young couples in the honeymoon period are like, they stick together anytime and anywhere. Even if their actions are decent, their eyes are so sticky that they can be drawn.

Gong Shangjiao moved to the side imperceptibly, his eyes full of helplessness and a bit of disgust, completely unable to feel the beauty of love.

Finally, Young Master Yue, who had dragged his weakened body to three or four meters away from them, felt it.

He stared blankly at the interaction between the boy and girl bathed in the dim light.

There was no physical contact, but the looks they gave each other were gentle and joyful, and their smiles were so sweet and warm that people would unconsciously smile along with them.

You can tell what two people who love each other are like by looking at them.

In an instant, Master Yue seemed to have been enlightened and his mind became extremely clear.

All the memories of his past interactions with Yun Que came to his mind, and he tried hard to find those that matched the scene before him.

Unfortunately, can't find it.

The skylark beside him always kept his head down and eyes lowered. His occasional smile was only shallow and fleeting, carrying with it an lingering sadness.

The only time he smiled happily was when he told about his plan of faking his death, which he thought was perfect.

Mr. Yue still remembered that Yun Que was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She took the initiative to grab his hand for the first time and said to him, "You are so good to me!"

Young Master Yue, who was leaning against the stone wall, raised his hands to cover his chest, his eyes filled with despair and grief.

He did not try to get close to Gong Shangjiao and the others again.

His cell door was not closed tightly, and he heard the conversation between the three people clearly, including the matter of Zhang Xueming's medication. He held his breath, but still fell into the trap. The opponent was more skilled, and he had no choice but to admit defeat.

I just can't accept it, and want to ask them: he just fell in love with a simple little girl, even if he was inconsiderate and let Yun Que be taken back by Wu Feng. But according to Yun Weishan, Yun Que was killed when she returned to Wu Feng, and his behavior did not cause irreparable consequences. He has already accepted the punishment of losing his identity and appearance, and staying in the hospital for the rest of his life to work for the palace, so why do they have to kill him?

At this moment, he threw away all the words he had prepared and said in a hoarse voice: "...I was deceived, right?"

Zhang Xueming and Gong Yuanzheng both looked at Gong Shangjiao.

Gong Shangjiao took a step back without hesitation, giving them the chance to speak. He didn't want to bother with people who were still entangled in emotional matters when they were about to die.

Zhang Xueming looked at Master Yue's melancholy face and could not feel any sympathy: "Master Yue, who are you asking about? The swordless assassin Yun Que who came to the palace to steal Baicaocu? The swordless assassin Yun Weishan who came to the palace to step on the painting cloud map to get information? Or the swordless assassin Gong Huanyu who shouted that he wanted to eliminate Wufeng but frequently attacked the bloodline of the Gong family?"

She no longer had the smile and gentleness she had when facing Gong Yuanzheng. Instead, her beautiful face was filled with indifference. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could cut open people's hearts and expose all the darkness hidden in their hearts to the light.

Master Yue's lips trembled and he could not speak. His body slid down the stone wall and sat on the ground. He looked up at her pleadingly and finally uttered two words: "Skylark."

Gong Shangjiao laughed angrily.

Gong Yuanzheng couldn't help but let out a "ha" with full of sarcasm: "Mr. Yue is really interesting. Born and raised in the palace, you have been respected by the people in the palace and have enjoyed the best resources of the palace for thirty-three years. And now you are going to be executed the next day. You don't care about your adoptive father or your friends, but are still wondering if the assassin you let go has deceived your feelings?"

Zhang Xueming suddenly looked up at the stone wall above his head. His spiritual sense penetrated through it and found that this place was right below the three cells where the prisoners were imprisoned in the back mountain.

A little monster who had rejuvenated himself cut the floor with a long knife that could cut through iron like mud. He probably heard voices below, so he stopped and lay down in the hole he had cut, eavesdropping with his ear to the ground.

When his face tensed when her spiritual sense swept over him, he sat up straight and looked around, but found nothing unusual, so he lay down again and continued listening.