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

Qingzhi considerately followed Zhang Xueming's steps.

The guide sent by the host was not in a hurry, let alone Zhang Xueming.

Realizing that there were many people watching, she subconsciously lifted her spirits and showed off the results of the teachings of the aristocratic families to the public:

He has an upright posture, a straight back, and walks calmly, gracefully and lightly.

All the brides were wearing the same attire and veils, but she was the only one who looked graceful and elegant, like a fairy.

Even though she was dressed like a newlywed, she did not look like she was going to have a marriage with a mortal. Instead, she looked like a celestial being who was about to leave the human world and was ascending to the palace in heaven along the ladder.

The mortals were reluctant, but no one dared to stop them.

Even a cry to keep him would be blasphemy.

Qing Zhi was closest to Zhang Xueming and was the most affected. Even her breathing became much lighter. Before, she dared to steal a glance at Zhang Xueming occasionally, but now she couldn't help but slightly retract her shoulders and chest, being more respectful than when facing other masters in the palace.

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The huge black city gate was tightly closed, and the towering steep mountain wall formed a natural wall separating the palace gate and the Old Dust Valley.

The ten brides-to-be who arrived at the city gate first were divided into two rows, one row with eight people and the other row with two people.

On both sides of the long bluestone staircase, every six steps there are two large stone-based wooden carved lanterns standing opposite each other.

Now all the lights were lit, making the open space in front of the city gate as bright as day.

As the night wind blew by, the bright red veils and wedding dresses of the brides-to-be swayed slightly. The thin gold chains hanging from the edge of the veils and the gold thread patterns on the hems of their skirts sparkled in the light, dazzling people.

Zhang Xueming and the maid Qingzhi who led her were late, which made the other maids feel dissatisfied.

But that bit of dissatisfaction disappeared the moment Zhang Xueming's figure appeared in their sight.

Can beauty be wrong?

Maybe will.

Can the goddess be wrong?

It must be someone else's fault!

Qing Zhi seemed unaware of the change in attitude of his colleagues, and had no intention of leading Zhang Xueming to the queue of brides to be selected.

She continued to hold Zhang Xueming's hand steadily with her right hand, and with her left hand she deftly took out a black iron token with the word "Jiao" engraved on it from her belt. She held it in her hand and raised it to shoulder height, just enough for the guard standing next to the stone lamp with the long sword at his waist to see it clearly.

The previous submissive demeanor disappeared completely when Qingzhi raised his eyes and looked forward, replaced by an undisguised smile with a hint of arrogance.

She was about to lead Zhang Xueming through the guards, but the leader of the guards came over quickly and blocked their way.

Before she could ask, the guard leader pointed at the queue of brides to be chosen, his eyes sharp as a sword out of its sheath: "This is decided by the young master, and the master of the sword agrees. Miss, please don't lead them the wrong way."

Qing Zhi's expression changed and his eyes became fierce.

She held the token in front of him unwillingly and said, "This won't work? Before Master Jiao left, he clearly..."

"No." The guard leader interrupted her with a cold face and urged her: "Hurry up and return to your position. Everyone is waiting for you."

Although his words had a double meaning, he did not dare to look at Zhang Xueming for even a moment, as if the person standing in front of him was not a rich girl who could make people's hearts flutter without showing her face, but some kind of terrible beast.

Qing Zhi gritted her teeth, looked at the commander of the guards and sneered silently, put the token back to her waist, whispered "sorry" to Zhang Xueming, then turned a corner with her and led her to the end of the row where only two brides to be chosen were standing.