The next day, Zheng Yuheng went to Guiyuan Palace to receive the order according to the young emperor's order.
　　Two eunuchs from Cining Palace led him to the outside of Guiyuan Palace, but he did not go in. Instead, he explained to the eunuchs in the emperor's palace, and Zheng Yuheng was able to wait in the side hall.
　　He originally thought that he would be bored for a while when waiting for Meng Cheng to come out, but he could hear the young emperor's angry table-slapping and cursing from far away in the side hall.
　　"You have one statement today and another tomorrow, and you all come to me to argue. The feud between General Hong and the civil officials has just ended. If it weren't for the Shenwu Army's Northern Expedition, would the civil officials be able to swallow their anger and not ask for the result from you? Now Geng Zhe has won, and he hurriedly wrote a letter saying that the country despises military officials. Don't bully me because I am young and don't understand. You just want money!"
　　After that, there was a crackling sound of porcelain breaking.
　　Zheng Yuheng thought that it should not be the ministers and prime ministers inside, otherwise even if Meng Cheng was angry, he would be angry secretly, and his face would just be expressionless. Before the Northern Expedition, the Shenwu Army and the generals and masters of the Imperial Camp were on the front battlefield. The military officials who stayed in the capital were not the few... They had neither served the country nor had any real military merits, but they asked for rewards in the name of General Geng's victory.
　　On the surface, they were asking for rewards for General Geng, but in fact, they were also asking for an increase in the treatment of military officials and seeking benefits for themselves. There were some small thoughts mixed in. The battle was not over yet, but they wanted to share the spoils in the back. No wonder Meng Cheng was angry. It
　　was just that the little emperor was too angry. Zheng Yuheng counted the number of times he got angry in front of him, shook his head and thought, if he was so angry, wouldn't he get himself into trouble?
　　This is Zheng Yuheng's personal prejudice. Meng Cheng was seriously angry with others in front of him only once or twice. According to the number of times they met, he was already a rare emperor who was kind and did not abuse his power. As for being angry with him, the little emperor would not be angry with the young Lord Zheng even if he was angry more than ten times a day.
　　He felt that Meng Cheng had a bad temper, mainly because of Zheng Yuheng himself.
　　Someone on the other end was faintly asking for guilt and kowtowed, and he didn't know what he said bravely. Meng Cheng said coldly: "Don't you have this intention? I don't know if you have this intention, kneel down and pay your respects."
　　Zheng Yuheng was planning not to go in first and come back after the little emperor calmed down. When he heard this, he would probably not be able to leave.
　　Sure enough, the little eunuch who was waiting for the announcement had already gone to tell Meng Cheng. Not long after, a white-faced, beardless, medium-height, and eunuch-dressed attendant came to invite him.
　　Zheng Yuheng saluted Meng Cheng.
　　The young emperor had just finished his tea, glanced at him, and said, "Get up."
　　The two met again in Guiyuan Palace. The last time, the young emperor broke a chair and almost chopped him with the imperial sword.
　　Meng Cheng was not as irritable as Zheng Yuheng thought. He ordered people to bring the edict and documents that had been written long ago, handed them to Zheng Yuheng, and said to him: "You seem to be very familiar with that person? Just ask according to this. There is a person who can speak Beisu language in the courtyard over there. You can ask him to convey it to you, and then copy it on paper and return it to me."
　　Zheng Yuheng took it and said, "But we didn't talk much because of the fate of going to Beijing together."
　　Meng Cheng nodded and suddenly said, "I heard that you were injured?"
　　The emperor naturally had many ways and channels to get information on the battlefield. At worst, there were people in the palace who could be asked. Zheng Yuheng often changed the medicine when he came back. It was not a secret, so it was not surprising that he knew it.
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "I got some minor injuries by chance."
　　"Minor injuries..." Meng Cheng glanced at him again, as if a little surprised, "That's also a minor injury... Well, you are very tactful in front of me, you didn't use this to pretend to be pitiful in front of the Queen
　　Mother, right?" Zheng Yuheng said helplessly, "
　　I am afraid that the Queen Mother will know." "Don't be afraid of this," Meng Cheng waved his hand and said confidently, "She knew it a long time ago."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..."
　　Yes, Commander Jiang Yunhe is considered a confidant of the Queen Mother. Since he pulled himself out of the river and saved him, what injuries and illnesses can be hidden from her? It's just that Dong Lingjiu pretended not to know and didn't say anything, so that Zheng Yuheng felt better.
　　Meng Cheng came out from behind the imperial desk, and he was completely different from the angry scene just now. To be honest, he and Zheng Yuheng disliked each other to this extent, and over time they also developed a little bit of feelings similar to bad friends.
　　Meng Cheng was usually too lazy to target him, and even when talking to Zheng Yuheng, he forgot to put on the emperor's airs. This was quite different from the childish behavior of putting on airs and looking for a scene whenever he saw him the last few times.
　　"You're lucky enough." Meng Cheng patted his shoulder, "If I could leave the imperial city easily, I would also like to go to the northern border to see the snow-covered mountains."
　　Zheng Yuheng's shoulder was almost torn apart by his pat. He blocked the other's hand and felt that he was too weak: "Hurt, hurt, hurt..."
　　"Oh oh." Meng Cheng pulled his hand back, "It's this shoulder, I don't know left from right."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I don't know left from right... The late sage was lucky to have only you as his legitimate son, otherwise..."
　　The little emperor didn't seem to be doing it on purpose, but his explanation was actually meant to make things difficult for him.
　　Meng Cheng glared, not feeling embarrassed at all, and said: "I benefit from my mother's help. She is the queen and I am the prince. There is nothing wrong with this."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "...I am blessed with a good pregnancy."
　　"Don't be so sarcastic here." Meng Cheng said, "There is something I have been thinking about. I haven't told anyone else, and it's not easy to tell. Just in time for you to come over, I think I can tell you about it."
　　Zheng Yuheng sighed: "It must not be a good thing."
　　Meng Cheng stared at him with a stern face.
　　Zheng Yuheng paused and hurriedly said: "It's a good thing that your majesty has finished speaking."
　　If it weren't for the fact that the other party was both the emperor and the son of his beloved, he really couldn't say such direct and perfunctory flattery. Seeing that
　　he was submissive, Meng Cheng was visibly satisfied and said to him: "You know that the princess and the Dali Temple Minister Wang Mingyan, as well as his disciples, together with the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice, etc., compiled the "Da Yin Law Commentary" together?"
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded.
　　Meng Cheng walked to the desk, pulled out a book from the middle pile, stroked the cover, lowered his eyes to check the name and date, and handed the memorial to Zheng Yuheng.
　　Zheng Yuheng took the memorial and developed the habit of flipping through it at will in the Cining Palace. Just as he opened it, he heard the little emperor cough.
　　He stopped immediately.
　　Meng Cheng snorted and did not pursue the matter. He just continued, "Mr. Wang Mingyan has an only son named Zhaohe, with the courtesy name Yuezhi. Wang Yuezhi did not marry at the age of 20 and insisted on becoming a monk in the future. Mr. Wang originally ignored him, thinking that he would be fine when he grew up, but there is still no plan until today. ... Originally, this matter was arranged by his parents and the matchmaker, and it was not his turn to speak up. But because he is the only son, although he is a man, he also jumped into the river and hanged himself everywhere, so it was delayed."
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "Your Majesty, do you still care about the marriage and family affairs of your officials?"
　　Meng Cheng: "Do you have the right to interrupt the emperor's words?"
　　Zheng Yuheng had to say, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, please speak."
　　The little emperor took a sip of tea, frowned, and thought: "But this person is not completely without talent. He is now working in the Dali Temple, but it is not because of his father's reputation. He is a second-class Jinshi, handsome, and about eight feet tall... Let me tell you straight, his father wrote a memorial saying that he asked the eldest princess for his son, and let Wang Yuezhi marry the princess and become the son-in-law of the emperor."
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a moment.
　　Seeing that he did not answer immediately, Meng Cheng asked: "The princess came to the palace with you last time, which shows that you know each other. Lord Zheng thinks that this memorial..."
　　"No." He came back to his senses and immediately said, "Your Majesty, absolutely not."
　　This time it was Meng Cheng's turn to be puzzled, and asked him: "What do you mean?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a long time. He couldn't say that his beloved little sister had feelings for the eunuch who served him with his pen, right? The little emperor had already suffered a blow from him and the empress dowager, how could he bear this for a while?
　　He hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Highness... Because of the flaws in her previous marriage, I'm afraid the princess has no intention of getting married."
　　"I actually think this man is not bad," Meng Cheng weighed it and said, "The family has knowledge and family style, and Mr. Wang's family is definitely a family of scholars and officials. I like Wang Siqing's integrity and he is also the princess's teacher."
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "You should ask the Empress Dowager."
　　Meng Cheng said, "Otherwise, what should I say to you?"
　　"I see." Zheng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better for him to pass on this message than to let others tell the Empress Dowager. "I understand."
　　After that, the emperor allowed him to read the memorial again. After reading it, Zheng Yuheng put it back to its original place, and first took the imperial edict to ask Zhuli Alitai, then took his leave and left Guiyuan Palace.
　　Unfortunately, before he could pass on the message, the wind blew into Dong Lingjiu's ears.
　　In the afternoon, Cining Palace.
　　The bamboo curtains on the window were drawn down, letting in the light from the gaps, and the warm wind rushed in from outside.
　　In April, the capital was in the late spring and early summer, and the fragrance of flowers was pleasant everywhere. Dong Lingjiu was looking at the palace affairs scroll for Queen Wang, and she saw Ruixue putting peach blossoms on the branches into the porcelain vase on the desk.
　　Dong Lingjiu took a look and stopped her finger at the place she had just looked at. Ruixue said to her at this moment: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Wang Siqing Zhou Shuren is still waiting in the side hall."
　　Shuren is a rank of imperial decree, so this Mrs. Wang Zhou is naturally Wang Yuezhi's biological mother. Speaking of which, this person is also related to Dong Lingjiu's family - the wife of the deceased legitimate son of the former Grand Tutor Dong is Zhou's aunt's sister, that is to say, this person is the cousin of the wife of the deceased younger brother of Queen Dowager Dong.
　　Although they were not directly related, according to the seniority, this Zhou was of the same generation as the Empress Dowager Dong, and her son was naturally of the same generation as the princess, just a head lower than the royal family.
　　"No one comes to visit you for no reason." Dong Lingjiu said in a light tone, still looking at the scroll, without raising his eyelids, "If you don't have something to ask me, you won't come for ten years and three thousand days. At most, you want to do something and come to test the waters first."
　　Ruixue said, "Except for the Princess of Lin'an who returned to her fiefdom, the sick Madam of Qing Mansion, and the late mother of the Prince of Jing'an... not counting these old friends of the Empress. How can these nobles in the capital dare to disturb you easily? No one has the face to chat with the Empress, so they must come for something."
　　Dong Lingjiu sighed and said, "Please let her in."
　　"Yes."
　　Ruixue immediately ordered someone to invite her. After giving the order, she stepped back a few steps, stood with Xuan Jingyun, turned around and asked him quietly: "Do you know anything? Don't blurt out anything you shouldn't say, or the empress dowager will be unhappy."
　　Xuan Jingyun said: "Oh, aunt, my people have been asking for half an hour from the side hall, but this lady of honor didn't say a word, and we couldn't get anything out of her."
　　Ruixue's expression gradually restrained, frowned and thought: "Our queen's sister-in-law became a widow at a young age. The empress dowager originally persuaded her to go home and remarry and not to guard the chastity arch for her whole life. Who knew that when she returned, her family wanted to gain this reputation, and forced the good girl to become a nun. Now she lives in Luoyue Temple next to the palace outside... The queen didn't say it on her face, but is she happy in her heart? Why is she here now?"
　　Xuan Jingyun whispered: "Hey, I was thinking about this. Maybe this lady feels that she is a member of the Wang family, and will have nothing to do with the Zhou family from now on."
　　"Since you want to become a relative, you should admit your guilt." Ruixue said.
　　"Aunt, when you were young, everyone in the world was protected by the Queen Mother just like you, and there were many times when you had no choice..."
　　The two stood not too far away, whispering. Even if Dong Lingjiu heard a few words, he didn't care much about them.
　　Afterwards, a young maid led Zhou into the hall, and Xuan Jingyun's words immediately stopped. Both of them had serious faces and indifferent expressions. The hall was silent for a moment, with only the chirping of birds outside and the sound of falling flowers floating beside the table.
　　The author has something to say:
　　Today's chapter is a bit messy, I have to adjust it a little =V=
　　The princess is "shang" here because the princess has a different status, which is equivalent to a term used by the man to marry into the royal family.