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

Zhang Xueming raised the corners of his mouth again, but Qing Zhi and Su Rong inexplicably felt that the temperature in the room was dropping rapidly.

Zhang Xueming did not comment on the Gong Ziyu incident, but Qing Zhi could tell from Zhang Xueming's attitude that she had understood the deeper meaning of Qing Zhi's words.

It would be better if the new master was a smart person.

Qing Zhi relaxed a little more: "By the way, I heard that the old master's stepmother, Madam Wu Ji, suddenly fell ill yesterday. She was very ill and couldn't get out of bed. There was no one in charge of the Yu Palace, so the internal affairs of the Yu Palace and the palace gates were handed over to Master Jiao, oh, no, it was the new master's hands."

What a coincidence this illness is. Zhang Xueming raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

If Old Zhiren's stroke had not been a sudden event, she would have thought that Madam Wu Ji was working together with Gong Shangjiao, and that the lifeline of Gong Men and Yu Gong was handed over to Gong Shangjiao, and then Old Zhiren got into trouble.

Qing Zhi started the conversation, and Zhang Xueming encouraged her again. Su Rong, who was specially transferred to serve Zhang Xueming because of her dexterity and love of gossip, seemed to have found her organization and joined the topic at the right time: "I have heard about it too. I have also heard a piece of news, but I don't know if it is true or not. Before Madam Wu Ji fell ill, a servant in Yu Palace saw Lao Zhi Ren entering Madam Wu Ji's room from a distance, and later vaguely heard Lao Zhi Ren's angry voice and the sound of smashing things. After Lao Zhi Ren left, Madam Wu Ji stayed indoors and refused to eat. Who would have thought that the servants who were cleaning the courtyard the next morning found Madam Wu Ji's door wide open, and Madam Wu Ji lying on the corridor outside the door, she was so cold that she was only breathing her last breath."

As she spoke, she carefully controlled the force to let the teeth of the jade comb gently scrape Zhang Xueming's scalp. A blooming hibiscus flower was carved on the back of the jade comb, which looked lifelike.

A colleague chimed in, and the new master showed an interested expression instead of dissatisfaction. Qing Zhi relaxed even more and lowered her voice: "To be honest, Yu Gong is probably having a bad year. When the marriage selection was about to begin, the young master went astray in his practice and lost his energy, so he had to go to recuperate. Then Madam Wu Ji fell ill, so she had to go to recuperate. And today, old Zhi Ren also fell ill, so he had to go to recuperate. In the past, there were four masters in Yu Gong, more than the two masters of Jiao Zheng Gong combined, but now, only Master Yu is left after just a few days."

"Really? This is too unlucky." Zhang Xueming showed a little surprise at the right time, and imitated them to speak in a low voice, "How come no one found the stepmother of the old sword master lying outside the door all night? There were no servants guarding the palace? Where are the guards? Don't they patrol?"

"Miss Zheng Er has misunderstood. It has nothing to do with the servants and guards of Yu Palace." Qing Zhi smiled.

Zhang Xueming felt that perhaps the portrait reflected in the bronze mirror was somewhat distorted. Otherwise, why did she feel that the fleeting smile on Qing Zhi's face revealed an indescribable weirdness, like contempt, disgust... and a little envy?

"Miss Zheng Er doesn't know. Old Zhiren had a wife before him. She was chosen from Jiangnan during the last marriage selection. She was called 'Madam Lan' in the palace. She was the original wife of Old Zhiren. Master Yu was born to her. And this Madam Wu Ji was originally Madam Lan's personal maid. After Madam Lan entered the palace, she always missed home, so Old Zhiren sent someone to bring her personal maid in to accompany her.

After Madam Lan passed away, I don't know what caught the old man's eye. He made her his stepmother in a few days and asked her to take care of Master Yu. I heard from Yu Gong's sisters that Madam Wu Ji was not used to being served. She usually went out alone. She also said that she slept lightly. No one was left outside the door at night, and even the patrolling guards were not allowed to pass through her yard. This time, no one noticed the accident. "

Oh, the case was solved.

Keywords: Jiangnan, the personal maid of Lao Zhiren’s first wife, and I don’t know what caught Lao Zhiren’s eye.

It is the strange sense of superiority that the palace people have towards outsiders because they firmly believe in the palace people's reputation as the so-called leaders of the righteous path.

The servants, who were brainwashed by slavery, suspected Madam Wuji of betraying her master by climbing into her bed while her former master was ill.

It is also a jealousy of the lucky people of the same class who suddenly become successful.

The former two are more common, while the latter are rare, which shows that he is not a jealous person and has a deep-rooted idea of ​​being a loyal servant.

"Wait, his first wife passed away, and Old Zhiren didn't observe filial piety for a year?" Zhang Xueming discovered the highlight.

Qing Zhi and Su Rong's expressions froze, and they looked at each other, as if a layer of fog had been torn off their minds. Oh, right, didn't they say that Lao Zhi Ren loved Madam Lan deeply? Madam Lan had only passed away for a few days, and Lao Zhi Ren had promoted her personal maid to his second wife, without any mourning at all!

"What about Young Master Yu? Young Master Yu must have observed filial piety for his mother, right? Not to mention that his biological mother passed away, even if his stepmother passed away, his son would have to observe three years of mourning..." Zhang Xueming looked at their stiff faces, and his voice became lower and lower, until he stopped talking at last.

An awkward silence spread among the three people.

Qing Zhi and Su Rong suddenly felt that they couldn't raise their heads in front of Zhang Xueming. Although the palace gates were secluded from the world, they didn't abandon the secular ethics. It was just that the sword holders took the lead in not abiding by it, and no one exposed it. After a long time, everyone seemed to think it was no longer strange?

Zhang Xueming coughed lightly to break the silence: "By the way, you said that lady is used to being alone? But it is so inconvenient without anyone to serve her. If she goes out without anyone, if she brings gifts to visit people, doesn't she have to carry the things herself? How rude."

She put on an expression of a rich lady who couldn't understand people being alone, but her mind was working very fast:

The palace gate wedding procession that was notified at short notice was as low-key as if it were an ordinary trip; the Wufeng bride who came prepared and had a clear goal; the Wufeng insider who must have been there; the old palace master of the Shang Palace who said something meaningful after the succession ceremony...

There is a big problem with Madam Wu Ji's identity. She is most likely the traitor lurking in the palace gate.

It is said that the palace gate selects a bride every twenty years. In fact, the last time the palace gate selected a bride was twenty-two years ago, so this person has been in the palace gate for twenty-two years. So was the palace gate disaster ten years ago the work of this lady Wu Ji, and does Old Zhiren know...

Forget it, those are issues that Gong Shangjiao should consider, and even if Madam Wu Ji has problems, she is no longer capable of becoming a problem now.

The most Zhang Xueming could do was to go to the "elder"'s home one day under the pretext of visiting him and check his pulse. If his illness in bed was just a cover-up, he would inform Gong Shangjiao and collect a fee for the information.

Alas, there was nothing she could do. She was known as "Little Bodhisattva" in the southern underworld and was just so kind that she couldn't bear to see Gong Shangjiao suffer from having money but not being able to spend it.

Zhang Xueming seemed to see Qing Zhi's contemptuous smile again. His mind turned and his eyes swept across the empty dressing table without even a bottle of peach blossom water. While the effect of the medicine was still there, he sighed and said, "Fortunately, we can move into Zheng Palace tomorrow. After we settle down, we can ask people to buy peach blossom water, ginseng pearl cream, motherwort cream, pearl snake oil cream, lip butter, horse oil cream... We can't miss a day of head-to-toe care. Even if I am born with good skin, I can't stand the sun and wind every day, and the miasma on my face."

Under the light, the stunning beauty who seemed to be carved from the finest white jade was stroking her long hair, which was as black and shiny as raven feathers, complaining in a low voice, with a slightly frown on her face, looking infinitely sad.

Qing Zhi and Su Rong didn't know how the topic had jumped to this point in the blink of an eye. Although they were happy that they didn't have to continue to feel ashamed for the old father and son, after hearing what Zhang Xueming said, they had no interest in responding at all. They just stared blankly at Zhang Xueming's face, which was so white that it seemed to be glowing and so smooth that the pores were almost invisible, with thousands of horses galloping in their hearts.

Gong Shangjiao had specifically instructed the two of them not to get close to Zhang Xueming without informing them in advance, so as to avoid being injured by the internal energy that enveloped Zhang Xueming's body at all times.

Well, someone with skin this good and who always carefully protects it with her inner strength, actually uses so many expensive and complicated-sounding things for skin care every day, and feels that she can't do without taking care of her skin for a day. How rough is the life of these women in the palace?