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

When the kitchen brought the midnight snack, Zhang Xueming refused to stay and eat anything. She vomited blood every ten minutes on average. Others didn't mind, but she did.

The small hall next to Hua Chao Ju is a newly built reception room for receiving foreign guests. The other small hall next to the reception room is the guest room specially decorated by Zhang Xueming. When Gong Zishang wants to rest, someone will call her over.

As for other things, Zhang Xueming planned to write it to Gong Shangjiao when he got back, and show it to whoever he wanted. He didn't want to participate in the internal meeting of the palace's top management. Even if the alien energy needed by her incomplete system was hidden in the back mountain, he had to wait until it digested this wave and let her see if there were any changes before talking about the follow-up.

Gong Yuanzheng wanted to follow Zhang Xueming, but she refused and asked someone to carry a food box and left.

Gong Yuanzheng went back to the tea room and sat down in a depressed mood, thinking about her and not eating much for supper.

After a night of chaos, everyone was indeed tired, so they just chatted for a while and then dispersed.

Gong Yuanzheng couldn't concentrate on his research, and couldn't sleep, so he changed his mind and climbed out of the back window of the secret pharmacy, went to the window next to Zhang Xueming's bedroom, and stood guard, listening attentively to the movements inside.

Suddenly, a voice popped up in my mind: [Ayuan, what are you doing squatting under the window sill? ]

Fortunately, Gong Yuanzheng reacted quickly and covered his mouth, otherwise it would have been troublesome if he had alarmed others.

He looked around in confusion, but didn't see Zhang Xueming. He asked in his mind tentatively: [Zhao Zhao, where are you talking to me?]

Zhang Xueming dismissed the maid, and waited until there was no one in the back half of Huachaoju before she put on a crane cloak, came out of the bedroom, and went into the dressing room next door: [In your mind. I was in a hurry to contact you before, and made a mistake in my haste... Now we can communicate without speaking. ]

She didn't mean it either.

Gong Yuanzheng entered the illusion. When she was nurturing people's bodies, her spiritual consciousness habitually went in along with her internal energy.

Gong Yuanzheng, who was unconscious in the middle of the process, murmured "Zhao Zhao" with a ferocious expression. She was anxious for a moment and didn't know how she did it... so she gave Gong Yuanzheng a soul mark.

When she looked back at the proficiency panel, she discovered that her Qilin Soul Forging Technique had unknowingly broken through to the fourth level, and the brackets at the back indicated that she had gained an additional spiritual awareness skill.

Soul Mark (1/3), the first marked person: Gong Yuanzheng.

The method of marking stated that it required both parties' souls to be in contact, and she would only be able to do so if she had a strong will.

It didn't say how to cancel it, just that it would be automatically canceled after one party died. Its main use was for communication and positioning.

Once she breaks through to the fifth level, her stability and anti-interference capabilities will be even stronger.

Gong Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and didn't even think about how Zhang Xueming did it.

He was already used to complaining in his mind in the illusion, and it was effortless to use it now: [So, no matter where I am, I can hear Zhao Zhao's voice and talk to Zhao Zhao? ]

[Yes, I can still know your location at any time. No matter where you hide, you can't escape from my grasp.] Zhang Xueming pushed open the window, stuck her head out, looked at Gong Yuanzheng who was looking up at her, and smiled sweetly: [Is it scary? Are you scared?]

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly stood up to help prop up the window, and leaned on the windowsill to look at her with a smile that showed her teeth: [Not scary, not frightening, I wish for nothing more.]

[Not coming in?] Zhang Xueming stepped aside to make room.

[No, it would be bad if others knew.] Gong Yuanzheng suppressed the desire in his heart, leaned over to hug her, kissed her forehead, and put his face close to hers, [I just want to see you.]

[I asked the maids to go down.] Zhang Xueming smiled and touched his face, [I can't sleep anyway, shall I go to the pharmacy with you?]

Gong Yuanzheng wanted to say "You should have a good rest", but then he changed his mind and realized that she couldn't fall asleep in her current condition, so he simply nodded, climbed into the house using the windowsill as a support, picked her up and placed her on the windowsill, then climbed out and carried her down.

Zhang Xueming just smiled and let him hug her.

When she arrived at the secret pharmacy, she saw that the red veil she had worn was now covering the incubator of Izumo Juren, and she couldn't help laughing: [Look at your baby.]

[You are my most beloved baby.] Gong Yuanzheng's ears turned red, but he pretended to be calm and carried her to the laboratory outside, letting her sit on an empty laboratory table while he busily moved various things in.

He pushed two laboratory tables together to make a space, wrung out a towel to wipe the floor, and moved a soft couch in and placed it against the wall. In front of the couch were a low table, a small wooden barrel, a washbasin, and a towel rack. On the low table were chicken tongue incense, snacks, a pot of hot water, a teacup, a box of black handkerchiefs, and writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Zhang Xueming had someone make him a new set of bedding and a large cushion and laid them out before he carried her over and placed her on the couch. He also helped her grind the ink: "I'm next to you. Call me if you need anything."

Zhang Xueming hugged him, touched his head, touched his face, rubbed the back of his neck, and then put his face close to his. He unceremoniously ordered him to find a few out-of-print medical books from the palace: [I need to learn about the unique medicinal materials in the Old Dust Valley. The efficacy of Baicaocu must be enhanced, and the issue of substitution must be considered. ]

The other party escaped with serious injuries, and most likely he would be quiet for a while. But she was alone, and there was no way she could clear the minds of tens of thousands of people inside and outside the palace.

Gong Yuanzheng had the same idea and quickly moved the box of letters left by his father.

Seeing that Zhang Xueming had just vomited a wave of blood, he thought about it and went out to bring in the tea stove, teapot and bucket of spring water, and put them in the corner to boil a new pot of water for use.

[Is it really okay to keep vomiting blood like this?] Gong Yuanzheng felt Zhang Xueming's pulse again, [Will our talking like this make your injury worse?]

[…It’s really okay, it won’t affect you. Go ahead and do your work. I’ll call you if there’s anything.] Zhang Xueming was afraid of him. [Don’t worry, I want to live past 120 years old.]

Gong Yuanzheng didn't say whether he believed it or not. He touched her forehead and said, "I will live as long as you live."

He said this out loud.

Under the light, the young man with a little fat on his cheeks looked normal, as if he had just said an ordinary love word. Zhang Xueming looked into those clear and moving eyes and whispered after a while, "Okay. I'll live as long as you live."

After I made it clear, everyone felt relieved. As for the rest, we will have to wait and see. Time will tell.

The two people were busy with their own things, but they would stop from time to time to exchange a few words. Working towards the same goal, they were more motivated.

It was almost time for Zhang Xueming to get up. Gong Yuanzheng climbed through the window as usual to send Zhang Xueming back home, and couldn't help asking: "Would you like to have breakfast together?"

[No, that's too rude.] Zhang Xueming insisted, and then said: [Remember to ask your brother to get ready, take a half-hour break after breakfast, and then go to the martial arts arena to wait for me.]

Gong Yuanzheng was horrified: [You are already in this state, and you still want to fight? ]

[How can we neglect an agreed thing?] Zhang Xueming smiled mischievously, [Besides, I haven't practiced with my brother for a long time, I have to see if my brother's swordsmanship has improved.]

This sounds so familiar, as if my brother said the same thing before he beat him up while exchanging sword skills?

That's fine. Gong Yuanzheng thought, my brother knows his limits, but doesn't Zhao Zhao know his limits? Zhao Zhao kept her promise, so how could she have any bad intentions? It's all for my brother's good.