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

For Gong Yuanzheng, Zhang Xueming said in person that she would be closest to him for the rest of her life and promised that she would never hurt him. That was enough.

As for calculations...

Just asking him for a small favor can be called scheming?

Gong Yuanzheng calmed down, but Zhang Xueming no longer had the heart to continue preparing the medicine.

When Gong Yuanzheng let her go, she saw his red eyes and sighed helplessly: "It's my fault. Let's go, cousin, I'll serve you tea to make amends."

This pharmacy is not big.

In addition to the two tall medicine bowls placed against the wall, Gong Yuanzheng only placed two laboratory tables on the half near the door, leaving the back empty to place screens, low couches, low tables, beauty couches, tea tables, tea sets, clay stoves...

It was decorated just like the Zheng Palace Pharmacy, with a place for her to rest.

Zhang Xueming used an iron hook to light the charcoal fire and placed the teapot filled with water on the clay stove.

Gong Yuanzheng quickly grabbed the palm-leaf fan and slowly fanned the stove.

Seeing Zhang Xueming put green tea, Ophiopogon japonicus and Dendrobium candidum into the small bowl, he knew that Zhang Xueming was planning to make a yin-nourishing and heat-clearing medicinal tea for him, a person who often stayed up late.

Gong Yuanzheng suddenly perked up: "Zhao Zhao, give me more dendrobium."

Seeing Zhang Xueming add two dendrobiums into the bowl, he smiled and said, "Zhao Zhao, you are so nice to me."

He would always show satisfaction with some ordinary little things, which made Zhang Xueming laugh and cry.

"How about this?" She wanted to tease Gong Yuanzheng and pretended to pour the whole dish of Dendrobium into the boiling water.

Gong Yuanzheng just looked at her and smiled, not trying to stop her: "If you cook it, I will drink it. I promise not a drop will be left."

Zhang Xueming glanced at him sideways with a bright smile, which was so charming that Gong Yuanzheng dropped the palm-leaf fan in his hand.

He was still dazed. The medicinal tea was ready. Zhang Xueming poured a cup and handed it to him with both hands: "Cousin, please calm down."

Gong Yuanzheng had completely forgotten that this man had tempered his body to the point of being invulnerable to swords and spears. He was startled and hurriedly took the teacup and placed it on the tea table, holding her hand and looking at it over and over again.

Zhang Xueming looked at him with a smile. He raised his eyes as if he had realized something and they fell into those tender eyes.

After staring blankly for a long while, Gong Yuanzheng reluctantly let go of her hand and shyly switched to the private chat channel: [What are you trying to vent? I'm not angry. If you really want to make a fuss, it's my fault first.

We agreed not to hide anything from each other. I suddenly told you that I would not come to see you for the next two days, without telling you what I was going to do, and I ran off with my second brother.

During those two days, I only let you know that I was safe every day, and I didn't explain everything to you when I came back. You must have been very worried about me, right?

I was just joking with you just now, you didn’t even know what I was doing, how could it be possible…】

He was so honest and took the blame on himself, so Zhang Xueming couldn't continue to play tricks: [Ayuan, just like my brother invited me to the palace, I brought you back not only for marriage.]

Gong Yuanzheng was slightly startled, then smiled and understood: [A bystander sees more clearly.]

Zhang Xueming nodded: [I have been with them for fourteen years, and my impression of them is fixed. Even if I sometimes feel that something seems a little wrong, I will subconsciously ignore it.]

Since being brought back to Changling City by Zhang Wenling, Zhang Xueming has lived in the Zhang family for fourteen years.

Her initial wariness melted away in the nearly two months of consistent and attentive care that Zhang Wenling provided her from Hunyuan to Changling; it melted away in the cherishment and protection shown to her by the entire third branch of the Zhang family; it melted away in the careful cultivation of her by the Zhang clan.

It can be said that Zhang Xueming's fourteen years were inseparable from the participation of the Zhang family every day. Even when she was interacting with other young ladies from aristocratic families, even when she was on the battlefield, she was always accompanied by the Zhang family.

[Ayuan, I have never felt any hostility from any member of the Zhang family, regardless of age, whether they are from the direct or collateral branch.

Whatever I want to do, I always get the support of my family. Sometimes I just say an idea and someone will do their best to realize it.

This feeling is so good.

It was so good that she had the illusion that "I am the girl of destiny in this world" and "without me, the Zhang family will be ruined."

[At the age of six, after learning about my family history, I ruled out the possibility that my family wanted to use me to marry into the top four aristocratic families in the family tree;

At the age of eight, after reading all the books and manuscripts in the library, I ruled out the possibility that my family was cursed and needed to be used as a sacrifice to break the curse. 】

Gong Yuanzheng had already learned the real reason from Zhang Xueting. After listening to Zhang Xueming's serious analysis, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

[Why don't you think that the Zhang family saw your talent and wanted you to be the next head of the Zhang family, to change the situation in the North, and to lead the Zhang family out of the North? ]

He didn’t know if it was because of the light, but Gong Yuanzheng felt that Zhang Xueming’s eyes looked deep and dark for a moment.

When he looked carefully again, those eyes were as clear as usual, and filled with a bright smile.

……

In the study room in the main courtyard of the Zhang family's third branch.

The third old master stood behind the desk with his hands behind his back, a scroll was spread out in front of him. A tall and graceful young man was looking out of the painting, smiling as brightly as the summer sun.

It was the painting that Zhang Xueming drew in the study room of Longxiyuan on the first day after he came back as a director, when he was dealing with the person responsible for embezzlement.

"If Zhao Zhao doesn't want to come back for the time being, then don't come back. There are no more people in the city who can stir up trouble, and those who can get things done have been trained. She doesn't need to worry about it every day.

It would be good to let Yuanzheng accompany her to go out and relax so that she can think less. After all, they are already engaged, so as long as it is not excessive, it is okay if it is a little bit out of line. "

The third old master smiled and twirled his beard as he admired the painting. He was very satisfied with the sharpness of the brushstrokes.

"What's the point of worrying about this and that all day long, and agonizing over trivial matters? It's just a waste of time. Young people should be full of energy and seek to have a clear idea."

Sitting on the armchair next to him, Zhang Wenling was filing his nails with a delicate little file with an expressionless face.

His hands were in excellent condition.

His skin was fair and smooth, and his nails were only slightly longer than his fingers, less than half an inch. The nail caps were a light pink and trimmed slightly round. They looked like a pair of hands that only a young master from an aristocratic family could afford to maintain, and had nothing to do with a military general.

At this time, the nail of his right index finger had been scraped to the flesh, but he continued the movement as if he was not aware of the pain.

Hearing this, he glanced at his elderly father, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Father, what you said is really nice. Just like it was not you who bypassed me and arranged for the tactless idiot Xiaoer to take Zhao Zhao to the 'assessment'.

If the kid from Room 6 hadn't happened to be taking the test this time and discovered the problem, wouldn't you be like us, unable to figure out what Zhao Zhao was resisting?"

The smile on the Third Old Master's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "A wise man can make mistakes even if he makes a thousand plans. Even saints can make mistakes sometimes, not to mention that I am just an ordinary person."

For hundreds of years, everyone has received this kind of education.

Not to mention the Zhang family, all the people in the northern border, regardless of gender, have to serve in the army for two years after they reach adulthood.

Even if there was no war during those two years, there would still be the task of searching for surrounding barbarian tribes and annihilating them.

Who knew that the Zhang family would produce such a strange flower? They have been exposed to it for so long, and their bottom line has almost retreated, but suddenly they rebounded...

But she had been taking drugs to suppress her emotions since she killed the first enemy. If she didn't say it herself, how would they know what went wrong?