The little emperor came in from the main hall, passed through several thresholds, and the maids outside bowed their heads and saluted, all as usual. He was just like usual to make up for the lack of sleep in the Ministry of War today, and walked in from outside the bead curtain, and saw Zheng Yuheng at first sight.
　　It is true that the little imperial physician Zheng is too eye-catching and was born to be envied by men. Moreover, among the maids and servants in the courtyard of Cining Palace, even among the imperial physicians, only he can move freely and cause trouble for Meng Cheng eight times a day.
　　At this moment, Zheng Yuheng had just put on his clothes and had no time to check. I don’t know if there are any signs that Meng Cheng saw... The two of them not only have this absurd relationship of "mother found a little lover outside", but also a layer of monarch-subject righteousness. Even if there is no such thing, if it is based on age, even if it is only one month younger, Zheng Yuheng can’t help but call him "Brother Meng".
　　There was no need to call him "Brother Meng". Zheng Yuheng just needed to call him His Majesty. Otherwise, if the little emperor got angry, Zheng Yuheng would be afraid, but he didn't want to embarrass Dong Lingjiu.
　　Meng Cheng's eyes turned around him and saw that the little doctor Zheng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was not wearing the clothes of a medical officer, nor the patched clothes of a civil servant. Instead, he was wearing a soft satin casual dress. The clothes looked a little thin in April, but this person was half a centimeter taller than him, handsome and young, with a figure as beautiful as snow. He was kneeling in front of his mother in a gentle and elegant manner, as if he had just answered a question. This was what
　　the little emperor saw in his eyes, but in his heart he thought the same thing as the princess did when she first saw him: he was dressed up in a flashy way, and he looked like a vixen when he came back. If he wasn't afraid that his mother would be sad, why didn't he die outside.
　　Meng Cheng was full of anger, but he couldn't say it, so he had to bow to Dong Lingjiu in the hall and said, "Your Majesty, I wish you good health."
　　"No thanks." Dong Lingjiu looked calm and said to Meng Cheng softly, "If you just want to pay your respects, go back and rest now. I don't like complicated rules the most, you know." Meng
　　Cheng said, "Your Majesty, I know, so I came here to ask you something."
　　Since the last time Dong Lingjiu personally taught him government affairs, the Emperor's throne was naturally set up in the Cining Palace, which was very close to Dong Lingjiu's desk, luxurious and complete, but the position was slightly off.
　　At this time, Zhao Qing moved the chair to make it easier for Meng Cheng to sit down. The little emperor sat on the chair and asked a few questions about government affairs in a respectful manner. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zheng Yuheng, saying, "It turns out that Doctor Zheng is back. Your Majesty, I didn't see him, and I delayed your mother from talking to him."
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't know what he was thinking, but Zheng Yuheng didn't believe a word of it. Meng Cheng must have seen him for a long time, so he deliberately ignored him and chatted with Tan Niang. Unfortunately, he just made Tan Niang angry, so he didn't dare to get up at this time, so he didn't move. Dong
　　Lingjiu picked up a memorial he mentioned, and said while reading it: "I just returned to Beijing. Doesn't the emperor know? I came back with Zhuli Alitai."
　　Meng Cheng said: "I see, someone who is so good at serving and has such excellent medical skills should not run away. It is my unfilial son who made the decision on his own and caused my mother to worry."
　　If Zheng Yuheng really had something wrong, the little emperor would be afraid of being blamed by his mother and would be very scared. But when he returned to the Cining Palace in a hurry, Meng Cheng turned hostile again and disliked him in every way.
　　Most people in the world have this temper. Zheng Yuheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, pretending not to hear, and quietly observed Dong Lingjiu's expression.
　　Dong Lingjiu was more cunning than the two of them combined. His emotions were restrained and calm, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or not.
　　"I'm not worried," Dong Lingjiu said something that both of them knew was false, but no one dared to say it directly. "Dr. Zheng was a great doctor, and it's a pity to lose him. Get up quickly. The emperor disturbed me from reminiscing about the past with you. Why are you still kneeling?"
　　Zheng Yuheng got up quietly.
　　Facing Meng Cheng's circling gaze, he unexpectedly felt a strange sense of guilt for being caught in an affair. The heat in his ears had not yet subsided, so he could only gather his sleeves to cover his unhealed hands.
　　"I'm sorry to bother you." Meng Cheng said with a smile, "Are you okay? Are you not injured?" Zheng Yuheng
　　saw the smile on his lips and sighed silently in his heart - a weasel wishing a happy new year to a chicken. Looking at the smiling face, this most honest and simple emperor, how could he play this game after governing for a long time.
　　Just like Dong Lingjiu didn't like overly complicated rules but had his own rules, Doctor Zheng didn't like to fake smiles and speak in official language, but he understood the ways of the world and was not awkward when he had to use it. So he replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Thanks to your Majesty and the Queen Mother for their concern, I am in good health and don't have any injuries worth mentioning."
　　Meng Cheng said again: "Well, I feel relieved to see you back. Should I give credit to Zheng Yuheng of the Imperial Hospital, or to Zheng Jun, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"
　　"Your Majesty..."
　　"There is no one from the Ministry of Revenue here." Dong Lingjiu said indifferently, "He went out of the capital to look for medicine for me, and met the people who were escorting Beisu back, and they happened to come to the capital together."
　　The Queen Mother spoke, and Meng Cheng couldn't let him go on this matter. He coughed twice and said, "Yes, I remembered it wrong."
　　Dong Lingjiu finished reading the memorial and talked to Meng Cheng about the Sixth Prince in the capital from the things on the paper. Although he was under house arrest like a clan member, it was expected that the envoys from Beisu would come to the court to discuss peace soon, so he couldn't live in the courtyard for long.
　　The emperor didn't go to see him. With Meng Cheng's status, it would be disrespectful to go there, but he really wanted to see the heir from the remote snowy land outside the northern border, so he asked his mother whether to summon him to see him.
　　After reading all this, Dong Lingjiu stopped caring about the writing and took off his armor to clean his hands. When he changed to the second handkerchief to wipe his hands, he said calmly: "You are the king and he is the minister. Although they belong to two countries, he is only the crown prince. There is still a difference between the king and the minister... This is not what I want to say. This is what most people in the world think. If you pay attention to him, whether you summon him or go to him, it will not be good."
　　Meng Cheng pondered for a moment.
　　"I know what you are thinking." Dong Lingjiu explained slowly, "Although you are the king of a big country, you have been dressed in brocade and gold since you were a child. You are the prince who was raised by the whole world. Before the death of the previous emperor, you did not suffer too much. So since you ascended the throne, you have been facing all corners of the country and you are at a loss. You look ahead and behind, and always doubt that you are not doing well enough, so you lack confidence... Now I heard that the wild northern country that only knows how to ride and shoot horses has raised a crown prince who can command troops and fight for his father. Are you dissatisfied?"
　　No one knows a son better than his mother. Meng Cheng's thoughts were 99% known by her. He helplessly thought that he might never be able to get out of his mother's hands in this life, so he immediately replied: "My mother is wise, but there is only one thing. I am not dissatisfied, but I want to ask him for advice on this."
　　"He is the loser, what do you want to ask him?" Dong Lingjiu looked at the other party's face, and seemed to have considered his next answer.
　　"Although Zhuli Alitai is the loser, he did not lose to me, but to General Geng, the officials of the Ministry of War, and you, my mother. I am just a lubricant between the parties, a loom that weaves silk threads into silk. It is just empty and has no benefit."
　　Meng Cheng sorted out the topic, his eyes were clear, and he was sincere.
　　"So, to me, he is not a loser. On the contrary, his intelligence, strategy, courage and bravery are beyond my reach. Today, he is a prisoner of the Great Yin. If one day... let me say something I shouldn't say, if one day, the Queen Mother lets go of him, or if you are no longer suppressing him, even if he has not been defeated for ten or twenty years, he will eventually be defeated. At that time, whose prisoners will I and my children be?"
　　His words were sincere and heartfelt, and they were filled with deep remorse and contemplation. Hearing this, Dong Lingjiu nodded slowly, gently kneaded his slightly sore knuckles, and smiled without saying anything.
　　Zheng Yuheng grasped the key point very accurately - Meng Cheng's child? Whose? The queen's?
　　He thought about Meng Cheng's attitude towards other concubines, and felt that with the temper of the young emperor, the children born by other concubines would probably not allow him to plan and study so carefully for them.
　　... Wait, he has a child? Tan Niang is going to be the empress dowager?
　　Zheng Yuheng was shocked, and looked at the queen mother's beautiful and graceful appearance, as bright as the moon, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he always felt a little uncomfortable.
　　Seeing that Dong Lingjiu did not speak, Meng Cheng continued tentatively: "It is true that he was born in a wild land, but if he had no ability and did not win a few victories in the surrounding tribes, would everyone in Beisu be fools to hand over the army to him? In such a tribe and country with scarce resources, where people live by plundering when they are short of food and clothing, a young but courageous crown prince was born in the cold and bitter land. Even if he does not learn anything, just to talk, it will make me feel at ease."
　　Dong Lingjiu asked: "If the emperor is allowed to lead the army in person, will the emperor dare to do it?"
　　Meng Cheng fell silent and hesitated for a long time without answering.
　　She continued to ask: "If the emperor is given 20,000 soldiers and horses, can he defeat General Geng?"
　　Meng Cheng hesitated and said: "I really can't."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked into his eyes, his tone was neither fast nor slow, gentle and gentle, but the words after the first two sentences seemed to be filled with an invisible overflowing power, as vast as waves and as majestic as mountains.
　　She asked, "If the enemy forces reach the outside of the Ziwei Palace in Kyoto, will the emperor dare to confront them with a sword and die for the country?"
　　Meng Cheng did not even hesitate this time, and replied immediately, "Your son will not retreat. He will die for the country and the people, and die before my mother and the empress. If I abandon my mother, my wife, and all the civil and military officials and leave, I will deserve to be punished by heaven and earth for all eternity and be unworthy of sitting on the dragon throne."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him, leaned back a little, relaxed a little, closed his eyes and sighed, and said slowly, "Although you are a young dragon, you are also a dragon. You turned upside down in the rivers and seas before, and I thought you were a carp, a snake, or a dragon. Now I have raised you for so many years, and you have grown horns."
　　Meng Cheng came to his senses then, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was sweating on his back.
　　"You want to go and see him, that's a good thing." Dong Lingjiu made the final decision, and added, "But I said before that with your status, you shouldn't pay attention to him. If you do things like wearing the white dragon fish costume and visiting him at night, it would be petty."
　　Meng Cheng listened for a moment and nodded, thinking that it was a bit inconsistent to not see him in public but to see him secretly.
　　"How about this," Dong Lingjiu glanced at Zheng Yuheng, "It's difficult for the imperial doctor Zheng to come back with the sixth prince of Beisu, so let him go on your behalf. Whatever you want to ask, just write it on paper and tell him, and the imperial doctor Zheng can just read and copy it."
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