Meng Cheng's mind buzzed, a little confused, turned to look at Zheng Yuheng.
　　Coincidentally, Zheng Yuheng was also caught off guard, stunned and forgot to reply. He remembered that he was thrown on the car and taken back, and faced the Sixth Prince in the cage for more than ten days... They couldn't speak the language, they didn't like each other, and the other party might not even know his name, and he was going to see him again? Didn't Tan Niang want to keep him warm and intimate? Zheng
　　Yuheng thought so, and felt a little jealous in his heart. He felt that Dong Lingjiu didn't care about him. He pursed his lips slightly, but still responded: "I obey your order..."
　　Meng Cheng had just deliberately made things difficult for him and asked Zheng Yuheng to do things for him. He felt a little uncomfortable, so he said: "Dr. Zheng is a capable medical officer beside the Queen Mother. How can he do this kind of thing? I still..."
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him and suddenly coughed twice.
　　Ruixue, who was standing by, immediately came over to pat her chest and back, handed over a clean handkerchief, and ordered someone to bring the boiled pear soup. The soup was simmering hot, and when the lid was opened, white mist filled the air. After blowing it a little, the temperature soon became suitable.
　　Ruixue helped her drink it, turned around and handed the small cup of pear soup to the maid waiting below, then bowed her head and said with concern: "Your Highness stayed up half the night and didn't fall asleep. After the first watch, she rested for two hours. When she got up, she was busy with state affairs and palace affairs. She has been busy until now, making plans for His Majesty and sending others to manage things. Now that things are done, it's time to rest."
　　As she spoke, she wiped the corners of her eyes, as if she really had tears.
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned again. He was also confused by his concern, and didn't notice anything wrong at all. Aunt Ruixue's words echoed in his mind.
　　Since he was stunned, the little emperor dared not say anything else. Although he was dissatisfied with such a choice, he had no choice but to say: "Come to Guiyuan Palace early tomorrow morning to receive the order and send my regards to the prince."
　　If the Great Yin regarded Beisu as a subordinate, Meng Cheng would at most address the king of Beisu as a prince, and he would call the son of the king and the future crown prince "prince", which was reasonable.
　　Zheng Yuheng was late for a moment before he bowed and received the order: "I obey your order."
　　After putting this matter aside, Meng Cheng hurried forward to show concern, but Dong Lingjiu only gave him a look, and Aunt Ruixue beside him persuaded him to leave in a few words. It was not until he walked out of the threshold of the Cining Palace that the little emperor stood outside the door, facing the dark sky, that he suddenly woke up and reacted, and came back to his senses: "My mother is not pretending, is she?"
　　Did he really disturb something? The queen mother had listened to him talk so much before, but she didn't cough once. Why did she cough when he was about to refute Zheng Yuheng's point?
　　It was all the fault of Zheng Yuheng, the vixen.
　　The little emperor thought about it and didn't dare to confirm it. In the end, he simply combined the two and came to a conclusion that was correct no matter how he thought about it. Then he dusted off his robes and went back to the palace. After
　　Meng Cheng left, Zheng Yuheng was left unattended.
　　He waited until the emperor's men left with the dragon carriage, and he could no longer hold back. He stepped forward, took Dong Lingjiu's hand, rolled up his sleeves to check her pulse, and folded up her sleeves while asking Aunt Ruixue: "Why can't you sleep? Did you light the tranquilizing incense? Did you give the Empress the Zhenning Yiqing Pills? Why did you only tell His Majesty about such a big thing and not me..."
　　Ruixue shook her head, hiding the smile on her lips, and jokingly said: "Tell the imperial doctor Zheng, what will happen? The palace will be in turmoil."
　　"When will I..."
　　Zheng Yuheng paused here, and found that Dong Lingjiu was in good health, without any symptoms of yin or yang deficiency. Except for the old headache and tinnitus, there should be nothing to worry about.
　　He probed again as if he didn't trust himself, and then slowly raised his eyes to meet a pair of deep and gentle eyes.
　　Zheng Yuheng's throat tightened, and he was nervous about being looked at. He whispered, "You..."
　　He hesitated to speak, and Dong Lingjiu spoke first in a gentle voice: "Although I am busy, I also remember what Zheng Qing said... the advice that everything should focus on health and longevity."
　　Zheng Yuheng was speechless, and his face turned red when he was called "Zheng Qing". He was absent-minded for a moment, and whispered, "Qingqing."
　　"What?" Dong Lingjiu didn't hear clearly.
　　This title is taken from "Shishuo Xinyu", which describes the love between men and women. The original sentence is "Dear Qing, so Qingqing, if I am not Qingqing, who will be Qingqing?" Later, this title spread, and there were words such as "Yiying Qingqing Ruwu" in the letter, which were lingering and full of charm.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't hear clearly, but Zheng Yuheng didn't want to say it again, because these two words were more taboo than calling the empress dowager by her nickname. If it weren't for the deeply affectionate couple, it would not be appropriate to use this title.
　　He remained silent, but suddenly became reckless, raised his head and kissed her cheek quickly.
　　Dong Lingjiu was startled and looked to the side. Li Ruixue had lost her sight and immediately turned her back, covered her face with the palace fan, and said, "Amitabha, I am destined to be a blind person in my reincarnation." It
　　was rare in the world that Dong Lingjiu couldn't hold back her face. She was very embarrassed. She slowed down her tone and pretended to be displeased, "Just be a blind person. Next time the emperor is coming, report it in advance. Your eyes are always so useless."
　　Ruixue heard that the queen was not angry, but just responded jokingly, so she bowed and saluted, and slowly retreated.
　　There was no one around, even the female secretary who was waiting to copy the text in front of the remote window frame had left with a restrained expression. Dong Lingjiu turned around and settled accounts with Zheng Yuheng: "You have not been quiet for a day, and your wild nature is hard to tame."
　　Zheng Yuheng took her hand, held her wrist with both hands, and gently rubbed her wrist with his fingertips
　　, and said obediently: "I will listen to the queen in everything." Dong Lingjiu was no longer fooled by him, and it was useless to pretend to be obedient and stupid. She stood up, pulled her wrist back from his hand, and said calmly: "Since you have blinded others abruptly, it is this time, why don't you come to the palace to serve?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was still worried about her: "Are your prescription records, recent pulse records, and all the records of food intake still with Cui Neiren? I want to see them first..."
　　Dong Lingjiu stopped, came back to his senses and glanced at him, and said expressionlessly: "I really want to beat you."
　　Zheng Yuheng's breathing stagnated, and he followed silently.
　　...
　　A continuous drizzle.
　　The beginning of summer in April has passed, and it will be the Grain Full in a few days. During the Grain Full season, there will be more rain, each one more abundant than the last. However, the rain tonight is the heaviest in Huining in three years.
　　Zheng Yuheng helped her change her clothes and wash up, took off her gold hairpins and jewelry, and tucked in the corners of the quilt. He lit
　　some calming incense before leaning against the brocade quilt to accompany her. Dong Lingjiu was not sleepy at first, but he served her too attentively, and the palace was warm and intoxicating. At this moment, she also felt a little sleepy. With a little sleepiness, she listened to the sound of rain with him. The
　　maids and eunuchs on duty were resting on the corridor, and they could vaguely hear a few whispers. The raindrops were like beads falling off and jade beads breaking on the ground, hitting the golden tiles, corridors, and layers of carved beams and painted buildings outside the window one after another.
　　Zheng Yuheng came closer with his clothes on, and hugged her vaguely through the brocade quilt.
　　The reason why he didn't go in was not for anything else, but because the wound on his shoulder was not healed. Although it was not a broken bone, it was a real penetrating wound. He didn't bleed to death and didn't die after jumping into the river. That was because he was lucky and had the blessing of Tan Niang. But if he said he would be healed in half a month, that was not possible.
　　The wound was covered with medicine, which had a slightly bitter taste of grass. Moreover, it was not fully healed. If it bled and stained Tan Niang's bedding and clothes, Zheng Yuheng would not know what to do.
　　Besides, Dong Lingjiu was just sleepy and wanted to sleep. How could she sleep after seeing her wound?
　　The sound of rain continued. Zheng Yuheng hugged her through the brocade quilt, and he felt his heart and soul burning with warmth, just like a tired bird returning to its nest, and a wandering soul finding a home.
　　Dong Lingjiu reached out from the quilt, and her warm fingers hooked around the back of his hand. She first touched her fingertips, closed her eyes and whispered, "It's so cold, why don't you let me hold you to sleep?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said meekly, "It's not cold, I'm afraid of heat. If it's too hot and I get up, I'll wake up Tan Niang."
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled. It had been a long time since she heard his rude words. Now she felt that Zheng Yuheng was Zheng Yuheng. Even if he was sometimes annoying, he was one of ten thousand people. His heart could last for one day, and that day was the seed of wisdom sown by the Bodhisattva and Buddha, which was different from the vulgar things in the turbid world.
　　She didn't ask any more questions, and stroked it again, touching the unhealed scar on the back of his hand, a knife wound - the sword was on the jade-white skin, and it had already scabbed. There was a circle of swelling next to the blood scab, and it felt very wrong.
　　Dong Lingjiu felt sorry for him and asked, "How did this happen?"
　　Zheng Yuheng replied, "When Li Zongguang sent someone to assassinate me and Lord Zhang, he fought with that man and left behind this."
　　Dong Lingjiu frowned and read the name "Li Zongguang..." Then he said, "In Gengzhe's victory report a few days ago, when he was counting the battlefield, he found that this man was shot dead on the mountain peak, and the rest of his old subordinates refused to fight against Yin's army and surrendered and were captured. After careful questioning, they said that..."
　　Zheng Yuheng dared not admit this. He was a young man who couldn't even hold the reins and had his hands worn out. He was young and handsome, and the most favored. It had nothing to do with a hundred-jin bow or a mighty and strong man... So he said carefully, "Was it shot by General He? Anyway, I didn't see it clearly, so I don't know."
　　If the queen knew, his image would be completely ruined. How could he act coquettishly and ask for a kiss?
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him and said nothing.
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't dare to say anything, but she stroked and brushed the edge of the scar on the back of his hand. It didn't hurt, but it was full of itchiness.
　　He said softly: "Tan Niang..."
　　"Hmm?"
　　"Itchy." Zheng Yuheng turned over slightly, came over, and tied their pillows together, "Go to sleep quickly, don't worry about me, I'll watch you next to you."
　　Dong Lingjiu responded vaguely, too sleepy to open his eyes, just about to fall asleep, as if feeling uneasy, he reached out again and pulled Zheng Yuheng's hand into the quilt. Zheng
　　Yuheng let her fiddle with him like a puppet doll, and when Dong Lingjiu fell asleep holding his hand, he slowly relaxed and traced her eyebrows with his eyes.
　　There was no candle in the bedroom, only a few remaining candles outside, the light was dim, and the wax tears condensed into lumps. The faint light shone through the screen, leaving only a little hazy light. The sound of
　　rain was still the same, and the sound of breathing by the ear was still the same.
　　Zheng Yuheng vaguely felt that not only himself, but even Dong Lingjiu had gained an aura similar to infinite peace. She let go of an invisible layer of worry and hard thinking, becoming lighter and more radiant.
　　He approached quietly, lowered his head and carefully kissed her between the eyebrows.
　　To add a little fresh and clear sweetness to her years of hardship and suffering.
　　The author has something to say:
　　"Yiying Qingqing Ruwu" is the famous "Letter to My Wife" by Lin Juemin. Because it is a fictional dynasty, it doesn't matter whether the historical era comes first or later in the literary poetry and letter paper, so I added a sentence. The Qing Dynasty has been quoted before.
　　I was really sleepy when writing this chapter! ! ! Or the scene of sleeping and listening to the rain, I was even sleepier qaq