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

"By the way, Mr. Gong Er has been in the martial arts world for many years. He should not be like your brother, who knows nothing about marriage, right?"

Zhang Xueming changed the subject and spoke in a soft and slow voice, not giving Gong Shangjiao a chance to interrupt:

"As long as a woman wears her wedding dress and leaves home, she will be considered married, regardless of whether she has been married in the end. If she marries again afterwards, she will be considered remarried. This is the way things are in the world. A remarried woman is naturally inferior to her husband's family, and everyone in her husband's family can point fingers at her...

From this point of view, it is impossible for the Gong family to be related to the royal family.

After all, even a wise and powerful emperor would not dare to order the daughters of ministers who entered the palace to participate in the election to wear wedding clothes. What was the Gong family thinking? Their behavior was even more tyrannical than that of the emperor?"

Seeing Gong Shangjiao frowning and staring at her gloomily, with a look that said "what the hell are you talking about", as if he was about to blurt out "absurd" in the next second, the smile on Zhang Xueming's face did not diminish, but became even deeper.

While she was talking, her hands were not idle either. She supported her chin with one hand and wrote on the blank space of Madam Fu's report with the other:

There is no joy of marriage between the two families, but rather the suspicion of slave trading.

In the slave trade, it is common to be selective.

However, if the mother is a slave, what is the son for? The son does not feel that the mother is suffering. When she grows up, he chooses a daughter, who is nominally a wife but actually a slave. The slave then gives birth to a son...

There was no obstruction or cover, and it was obvious that he wanted Gong Shangjiao to see it on purpose.

Gong Shangjiao also saw it clearly.

The words written on paper were so sharp and harsh, and they involved my deceased mother.

In an instant, the doubt in my heart that "this is not something she would do" was dispelled by the sudden surge of anger.

Family has always been Gong Shangjiao's weak spot, especially his mother and younger brother.

He slammed the table and stood up, his eyes wide open, his mind went blank, and the blood rushed to his face.

Staring at Zhang Xueming's eyes that seemed to be watching a play without any reaction, he was so angry that he instinctively reached out to grab her front: "You——"

However, Zhang Xueming put away his smile when he clapped his hands and the cups and plates jumped.

Because of her skills, her skin color was the same as white jade. When her face was expressionless and her eyes were emotionless, she looked more like a cold jade sculpture with a hint of divinity than a living person with emotions.

She stood up almost at the same time as Gong Shangjiao.

When Gong Shangjiao stretched out his hand to grab her lapel, her left hand had already slithered along his wrist like a snake and entered his wide black sleeves with gold embroidery.

Her movements were so quick and light that Gong Shangjiao, who was blinded by anger, didn't notice anything unusual.

The moment her fingertips were about to touch the fabric, she suddenly grabbed his right elbow with her five fingers and gently pressed it, and the strength in his hand was completely released. Then she pulled him in front of her, with such force that Gong Shangjiao couldn't keep his balance at all, and he was pulled onto the tea table, leaning towards her.

The cups fell and shattered on the ground.

Jin Fu knocked on the door, looking suspicious and asking, "Sir?"

"Get out!" Gong Shangjiao growled and reached for the short knife on his waist.

However, Zhang Xueming's right hand had already arrived, and he quickly tapped his left shoulder several times with his fingers, then changed his fingers to his palm and tapped several major acupoints on his chest and abdomen neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Gong Shangjiao suffered from the sealed acupuncture points on both his arms and could only let her do what she wanted. He was shocked and angry, and felt the blood surging in his chest and abdomen. A surge of evil air rushed up his throat, forcing him to open his mouth.

When he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood is dark in color, which looks abnormal.

After spitting out the blood, Gong Shangjiao felt weak all over and he almost couldn't stand and was about to slide down, but his mind suddenly became much clearer.

He sat back, leaning on the bamboo couch, his arms hanging down, unable to move, so he could only lean against the backrest with difficulty, panting lightly and looking up at Zhang Xueming: "You... are such a mess." If you want to treat the disease, just treat it. Why do you have to launch a surprise attack? It's very hurtful, okay?

A strand of hair hung down by her cheek, and the redness at the corners of her eyes had not yet faded, as if she had been severely bullied, and a bit of fragility was revealed in her embarrassment.

Zhang Xueming was no longer as cold as before. She looked at him with a smile, took a black handkerchief and slowly wiped her fingers one by one. She tilted her head and asked softly, "God of Wealth, do you want auxiliary treatment?"

This time it was just right. Gong Shangjiao glanced at her helplessly, turned his face away, and his heart dropped to the ground. The depression that had been accumulated in his chest for these days seemed to be spit out with the blood, and his whole body felt relaxed.

"want."

"Hey, that's another price. Three thousand taels for saving lives, five hundred taels for auxiliary treatment, one thousand taels for keeping quiet, and four thousand five hundred taels for sincerity. Of course, you can also use something to pay it off, thank you, God of Wealth~"

Gong Shangjiao said unhappily, "Keep the account. In a few days, go to Jiaogong's private storehouse and choose... I think my things will be emptied by you sooner or later."

Zhang Xueming raised her eyebrows, walked around the tea table, grabbed Gong Shangjiao's shoulders rudely and lifted him up, then made him turn his back to her, pressed his forehead with her left hand, and skillfully held his cervical vertebrae with her right hand.

Feeling the muscles under her hands suddenly tense and stiffen, she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, unable to hide her mischief: "Don't worry, God of Wealth, I'm still waiting to get some of your wealth, so I don't want to send you back to heaven."

From the neck to the back, push, hold, knead, tap, press and pat with healing inner strength, alternating rhythmically between looseness and tightness.

In just a few minutes, Gong Shang's cheeks flushed, sweat appeared on his forehead, and he almost turned into a puddle of mud. If he hadn't clenched his teeth and kept silent, he would have meowed in comfort.

"Once every three days, you will feel better after half a month, but be careful not to stay up late too often." Zhang Xueming let him go, untied his acupuncture points, and did not appreciate his rare charming look. He found water to wash his hands and joked, "There is more than one God of Wealth in the palace bloodline. The God of Wealth does not need to be so responsible and take everything on his shoulders. If you are under too much pressure, your internal injuries have not healed, your spleen and stomach are out of balance, and you stay up late all day, you will lose your hair and die suddenly from overwork."

"...I see. I won't be so busy after this period of time."

When she returned to her seat, Gong Shangjiao was already dressed neatly and looked normal, except for the red spots at the corners of his eyes. He looked like an iceberg again.

Zhang Xueming casually threw the black silk handkerchief that she had used to wipe her hands in front of Gong Shangjiao, and turned over the report that almost caused bloodshed and threw it on the table.

Most of the cups and plates were broken into pieces, and medicinal herbs, grass leaves and flower buds were scattered all over the ground.

Want tea? No more.

Zhang Xueming poured himself a cup of boiling water, held it up and blew away the hot steam carefully.

Her face was filled with steam and her eyes were gentle. She did not mention the previous incident and only said lazily, "Just ask whatever you want to ask. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll answer any valuable questions for free."

Zhang Xueming thinks that he is actually a kind and easy-going person.

Of course, anyone who can treat any monsters and demons dancing in front of him as a monkey show when he is happy, and who can instantly jump up and pin the other person to the ground when he is unhappy, will not feel that he is difficult to get along with.

Since she has such confidence, she naturally would not think that her treatment method is bad.

Quick, effective, no medication required, so convenient.

Gong Shangjiao was caught off guard and experienced her violent treatment method again, and the psychological trauma he suffered was unimaginable.

But the old saying still goes, you have to worship the ancestor you have planned so hard to bring back, even if you have to kneel down to worship him.

Gong Shangjiao calmed himself down and asked, "There were three bladeless assassins, and you only mentioned two." He was really annoying because he kept talking halfway, which made him think while writing the report and he made several mistakes in writing.

"Oh, her." Zhang Xueming smiled knowingly, "Yun Weishan, her identity is questionable. Although she behaved recklessly, like a demon. But from the things hidden in her 'dowry', it can be seen that if she was not so impulsive at the time, then her identity would be the one that is most closely hidden - she is likely to be a hidden player. The kind of hidden player whose true identity is unknown until the moment of activation."