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

Qingzhi and Surong couldn't help but compare the candidate brides they had seen in the ladies' quarters in the afternoon with their new master in front of them. In terms of appearance, manners, bearing, grace... it seemed that no one could compare to their new master.

Even the luxury of the clothes is different!

Is this the daughter of a family that has been raising children for hundreds of years?

Even though this century-old family is also in the underworld, it seems that its background cannot be underestimated. Compared with the palace... Well, suddenly I feel that the palace that is said to have been passed down for hundreds of years is not so impressive, and the Jiao Palace is not actually that rich.

What's more, there are leaders like Lao Zhiren who don't even take the most important word "filial piety" among the eight virtues valued by the world, "filial piety, fraternal love, loyalty, trustworthiness, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame" seriously. They have no face to look down on others.

Zhang Xueming's two personal maids finally let go of the sense of superiority that they felt as palace servants.

Su Rong lowered her head and lit the charcoal basins in the six smoking baskets that Nanny Fu had sent over, and left a gap in the window for ventilation.

Qing Zhi respectfully helped Zhang Xueming to bed, and even put a hot water bottle wrapped in royal blue brocade under her quilt, even though she didn't need it.

The palace gate had no habit of keeping maids in the house to keep watch at night, so Zhang Xueming did not mention it.

She wished that no one was watching. Unlike when she was in the Zhang family in the northern border, if she wanted to go out at night to do something sneaky, she had to knock out the maidservants in the house or press their acupuncture points before she could do it.

Qing Zhi and Su Rong left. Zhang Xueming spent four points of spiritual consciousness to exchange for a two-year learning space and started the upgraded course "The Magical Art of Face Reading" which was awarded as a reward for the last level 6 micro-expression assessment.

Zhang Xueming was full of confidence when he entered the learning space. However, after "reading" various expressions of millions of different faces in two years, he barely got a "good" grade in the stage assessment.

She left the learning space with a sad heart, and for the time being she decided not to continue striving for a "perfect" rating.

It was almost midnight, and Zhang Xueming felt that her brain had never been so full, and her eyes had never been so sharp, so that when she opened the window to let in some cold air to calm her nerves, she spotted a huge furry mass hidden in the shade of the lush trees covered with light snow opposite...

She was so shocked that she immediately released her spiritual sense to find out what was going on, then she held her forehead with her hand with a twitching mouth.

It was a large furry creature wrapped in a sable-skin cloak.

He has a thin waist and long legs.

He may also have another name called Gong Yuanzheng.

Their eyes met, and the furry guy who was sitting on a thick branch with his legs bent and leaning against the tree trunk seemed to be frightened and quickly buried his head in his arms.

The snow has stopped, but the temperature outside is dropping instead of rising.

It was such a cold day, and the master of a palace was squatting on a big tree outside the wall of the female guest courtyard late at night without sleeping, and his position was facing her window. His thoughts were really clear at a glance.

Are you so reluctant to part with her?

Zhang Xueming was both angry and amused. The little brats from Zhang's family who came to play with her every day and cried and rolled on the ground when they were about to leave had never made her so speechless.

He was not allowed to enter the room, not even the women's quarters, because she was not the only one living here. Her actions of caring about her reputation were to establish her image, but other girls would really commit suicide because of the damage to their reputation.

Zhang Xueming shook his head helplessly, closed the window, grabbed a furry sable hooded cloak that was delivered with the warm sedan today, put it on to cover his pajamas, and then put on the white satin embroidered shoes with two carps playing with lotus leaves embroidered on the toes and inlaid with pearls.

Then he opened the window, went back to get a handkerchief to wrap two pieces of rice cakes and put them in his pocket, used his inner strength to heat the hot water bottle and a small brass kettle filled with water, held the hot water bottle in his arms and the kettle in his hands, then jumped onto the windowsill, crouched down and looked around, his eyes paused on another tree for a second, then he exerted force with his legs, flew out, and crashed into Gong Yuanzheng's hiding place at an incredible speed.

Not only did the gray-haired cat Gong Yuanzheng, who was peeking out of the window when he saw it was opened again, get scared, but the secret guard whose position was taken away was also frightened.

The little light reflected by the moon on the snow was blocked, and the vision fell into darkness. Gong Yuanzheng only heard a slight rustling of branches and leaves, and then there was a person in front of him.

Zhang Xueming pressed down on the branch with a little force and found it was quite firm, so he kicked Gong Yuanzheng's calf with his toes: "Sit sideways, otherwise there will be no room."

The clear and pleasant voice, like the sound of forest and spring water, was spoken in a low voice.

Gong Yuanzheng, who was caught standing guard in the middle of the night, was too embarrassed to say a word. He sat sideways awkwardly with his long legs hanging in the air.

Zhang Xueming walked lightly along the tree branches, bent down and stuffed the hot water bottle and brass kettle into his arms: "Hold them tight, don't drop them."

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly hugged the two warm things and felt Zhang Xueming sitting next to him. He wanted to move towards the tree trunk, but he heard her say, "Don't move."

He didn't dare to move. He held the thing in his arms, lowered his head, and pretended to be dead.

Zhang Xueming took out the handkerchief wrapped in the rice cake, opened it, picked up a piece of cold red date rice cake, skillfully heated it with his internal energy, and handed it to his mouth.

Gong Yuanzheng had no choice but to give up pretending to be dead and freed up one hand to take it, but she nudged him with her elbow and said, "Just eat it like this."

The aroma of the rice cake was mixed with a faint, barely noticeable scent of pear blossoms, which should have come from her hands. Gong Yuanzheng felt his face suddenly getting hot, but he still obediently leaned over and took bites of the rice cake.

"Drink some water, don't choke."

"Hmm." He responded softly, swallowing it before taking the next bite, and occasionally taking a sip of hot water from the spout of the kettle.

As if wanting to know how tolerant Zhang Xueming would be of him, he dragged the time tentatively, but the white hand remained there steadily.

Until only a corner of the rice cake was left, the hand suddenly retracted. He turned his head to look, and saw that she naturally put the rice cake into her mouth, picked up another piece, heated it up, and handed it to his mouth: "Eat it, so you can wash your hands after eating."

I don’t know why, but the person who felt extremely shy the moment before now had tears in his eyes.

Gong Yuanzheng ate the rice cake bite by bite, trying hard to keep his eyes open to prevent tears from falling, but his effort was finally broken when he forgot to drink some water and choked.

Zhang Xueming pretended not to see it and patted his back gently. After he swallowed it, he said, "Drink some water to smooth it out." He then handed him a handkerchief and said, "Wipe your mouth."

Gong Yuanzheng did as he was told, following every instruction and being extremely obedient.

Zhang Xueming ate the remaining rice cake in three or two bites, then picked up the kettle and raised it. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth to drink several sips. After he finished drinking, not a drop of water touched his lips. Although his movements were still elegant, they were more free and easy, which was unique to a man of the world.

Gong Yuanzheng stared at her blankly. The heat from the hot water bottle in his arms seemed to warm not only his body but his heart as well.

The warmth triggered a long-lost sleepiness. He quietly stuffed the handkerchief with a golden retriever embroidered on one corner into his waistband, took a couple of sips from the kettle, and said softly, "I'm going home."

"Ah."

"See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."

The big, furry, gray, long-legged cat jumped down from the tree and ran away briskly.

Zhang Xueming looked down at his empty hands, snorted and laughed helplessly, and his figure shot towards the open window opposite like lightning.

In a flash, the man jumped off the windowsill and entered the house.

Watching the window closed from afar, the secret guard in the shade of another big tree retracted his head and silently hugged his single self.

I was already hungry and cold, and now I felt like vomiting, but I felt even colder, the kind of cold that comes with no one to feed me or to cuddle with me.