Dong Lingjiu just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, she didn't actually feel sleepy. The two of them were quiet with each other for a while, about a few breaths, a hand reached into the edge of the quilt from the side and gently fell into her palm.
　　Dong Lingjiu raised her eyelids and saw Zheng Yuheng approaching stickily, his back against the faint light from the window, his fingers drawing circles in her palm, and then stretched out and held her hand.
　　He said, "What I said was a little unreasonable, but when you are unhappy, you always ignore me, and your face doesn't show your temperament. I can't tell whether you are really unhappy or you are deliberately lying to me."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "I am deliberately lying to you."
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little stunned by such a direct response: "Really?"
　　Dong Lingjiu couldn't help but smile and said, "Even if I am not lying, can Junzhi hear it?"
　　Zheng Yuheng thought for a moment, examined himself, and said seriously: "If Tan Niang wants to lie to me, I am willing to lie to death, but you can't sleep with anger, it will hurt your body and mind, just scold me."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him for a few times, but didn't say anything, but slowly pondered in her heart-when she first met Zheng Yuheng two years ago, she thought that this little doctor was handsome and she liked his temperament, so she kept him. At first, she only thought that he was good in every way, and her feelings were getting better and better, but the longer she got along, the more she found that Zheng Yuheng had some "infatuated" thoughts.
　　The so-called fool is not blunt, ignorant, or crude. On the contrary, he is smart and alert, and his talents are better than those of ordinary people. He also has a rare courage and courage. He is not afraid of danger when facing the line between life and death. With all these advantages added up, God has given him an unreasonable shortcoming.
　　Once he commits this kind of mental stubbornness, even if he has ten thousand smarts, it will not work. Just like what he said to an average smart person just now, nine and a half out of ten people would be grateful for her training and planning, knowing what is the right way in the world, the long-term plan, and what is the best choice for himself and everyone...
　　However, this rule does not count when it comes to Zheng Yuheng. Dong Lingjiu knew that he was not stupid, but "knowing that it is impossible to do it, but doing it", which is a rare and incurable mental and spiritual disease of his.
　　She remained silent for a long time, and Zheng Yuheng became more and more anxious as he waited, fearing that she was really sulking behind his back without saying anything. So he thought for a while, bowed his head and admitted his mistake with a little reluctance, "I just said that idea easily, so it might as well come out. The late sage was of noble character and incomparable dignity. How can I stay next to him? I will vomit to death. I must stay next to you."
　　Sometimes he praised the "high character" of Emperor Mingde, and sometimes he was unwilling to stay next to him. Seeing that the idea of ​​separating the late emperor from Tan Niang was too outrageous, the young imperial physician Zheng was quite good at making concessions.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Let me sleep in the middle?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said confidently, "Isn't this reasonable? When we get to the secret hell, the King of Hell will ask us why we were buried together. Tan Niang will tell him that it is because there is a first come first served principle in the world and no time can be wasted, so he can be allowed to watch from the side. Otherwise, if he looks at you, I will be jealous for a long time."
　　"Amitabha." Dong Lingjiu chanted a Buddhist name and said helplessly, "He looked at me? You would think, if such a terrifying thing really happened, wouldn't people be scared to death?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "In short..."
　　He was about to give a long speech to prove the rationality of him and Tan Niang, and to confirm his identity, which was not on the surface but was tacitly accepted by Dong Lingjiu himself and His Majesty and Princess Meng.
　　As soon as the words started, Dong Lingjiu said quietly: "Since you said first come first served, Meng Zhen and I are also husband and wife in both name and reality."
　　Zheng Yuheng suddenly lost her temper. After saying "anyway" for a long time, there was no follow-up. She could only bury her head in the quilt in depression, but she did not forget to put her arm around her shoulders.
　　Dong Lingjiu hooked her hand around his neck and pinched the other's white neck skin and flesh. When she pinched the acupuncture points, Zheng Yuheng felt a dull pain in his head. It hurt for a while, and then it became light and refreshing. He honestly let her press it and let her fingers play and shuttle through his hair.
　　After a long while, Zheng Yuheng raised his eyes in a tangled manner. He was still thinking about the previous things. He looked pitiful, with red eyes, and said: "Then I will be the second wife. Don't worry, Tan Niang, I don't care about these titles."
　　Although he said so, the word "care" was written on his face, and it also exuded the fragrance of high-quality tea.
　　Dong Lingjiu knew that he did it on purpose, and Zheng Yuheng also knew that Dong Lingjiu could see that it was just a hobby between the two of them. But the previous sentence was quite shocking. Dong Lingjiu was slightly stunned, then laughed out loud, and suddenly pulled him in front of her by the collar, face to face, eye to eye.
　　She seemed to exude the fragrance of sandalwood and cold plum, and her breath was soft, with an indescribable fragrance, which made Zheng Yuheng doubt repeatedly before - Tan Niang could not be a flower demon, flower fairy, or a fairy lady from heaven who came down to earth to reincarnate and experience tribulations?
　　In this situation, Zheng Yuheng was even more stunned and just waited for orders. He was not afraid of being bullied and took the initiative to stick to her. Almost the next moment, her hand pressed on the back of his head without knowing when, pressed down the little doctor Zheng, and covered her lips as if throwing herself into his arms.
　　As soon as they made contact, Zheng Yuheng felt that he was like some kind of monster that lived to please her, or a wild mandrill or something... Otherwise, why would he feel a ball of fire surging up all over his body as soon as he got close to her, as if it was burning, but without substance, and seeping from the outside to the bones and blood.
　　He didn't know whether it was his heart or somewhere else that was itching, driving him crazy, as if he was in urgent need of being touched. It was as if if he lived one more day now, he longed for Dong Lingjiu's hand to touch him for a breath, and then to be together for a long time, for years...
　　He even thought that it would be great if he was a part of her body, inseparable in life and death, what kind of plans for thousands of years... How could a living person plan his affairs after death so actively?
　　Zheng Yuheng just accepted her kiss.
　　Along with the great pressure attached to her, along with her invisible and majestic natural aura, along with her years of experience and consideration, these characteristics belonging to Dong Lingjiu poured out, with a little desire for control, a desire for destruction, a desire to tear him apart bit by bit and make him his own... all of them were attached to him, like endless vines, entangled and bound him, and grew out of his heart again.
　　Zheng Yuheng accepted it all meekly. A long time ago, he was familiar with this kind of emotional closeness. He knew how to comfort her, but also how to make her more interested. Until
　　this forced kiss came to an end.
　　Zheng Yuheng licked the teeth marks, he lowered his head, not afraid of Dong Lingjiu releasing his irritable and violent side on him. He also took the initiative to tease her, kissed the corners of her lips and the bridge of her nose, touched her fluttering eyelashes, and said to her: "... In this way, the anger will subside?"
　　On the surface, this is what he said, but it is clear that he is inviting her.
　　Dong Lingjiu was not fooled by this. She said, "I'm not angry. I'm just trying to please you."
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "What is that?"
　　He knew Dong Lingjiu, and Dong Lingjiu also knew his weakness. So he chuckled and said, "I'll make up for your obedience."
　　Zheng Yuheng opened his eyes wide, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly propped himself up and sat up. He touched his mouth and said seriously, "I was just being polite to my senior. Who wouldn't be polite? Why did you take it seriously?"
　　Senior? Dong Lingjiu wanted to laugh when he heard it. "Who is your senior? Who is being polite to you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng immediately turned hostile. He did not think that Emperor Mingde was better than him in terms of marital affection at this time. He said, "Dong Ling--" He still did not have the confidence to call her by her full name. He held his breath and called out two words, then swallowed them back into his stomach. He lay down beside her like a bullied young wife, groaning and aggrieved, without saying a word.
　　Dong Lingjiu poked his shoulder.
　　The young imperial physician Zheng was angry and did not move. He took a deep breath, fearing that others would not know that he was aggrieved and that he was about to start crying.
　　Dong Lingjiu poked him again.
　　Zheng Yuheng's shoulder turned slightly, and his ears could not help but move closer, as if waiting for her to continue.
　　The good news of ancient and modern sages is mostly based on the number three, such as three visits to the thatched cottage and three refusal. This number has a very important position in metaphysics and theory. Zheng Yuheng was waiting for her to give him another way out, but who knew that Dong Lingjiu would stop, turn over with a rustle, and go to sleep.
　　Zheng Yuheng's heart suddenly chilled. Recalling the various "battles" with Dong Lingjiu before, the opponent's best method was "pretending to build a plank road and secretly attacking Chencang", such as saying "the light is too dim" on the surface, asking him not to read by the bed, but actually seducing him to get on the bed and so on... Living with her, I think he will not win.
　　So he tiptoed over again.
　　Dong Lingjiu was thinking about receiving the envoys of Beisu to negotiate peace in a few days with her eyes closed. It didn't matter for a while. A vicious cat pretending to be a tiger came forward and suddenly kissed her hard.
　　Dong Lingjiu whispered: "Bad thing, lock you on the bed as a male pet."
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little embarrassed by what he said, and found an excuse for himself: "You are only allowed to kiss me, not Tan Niang. Even the royal family is not so arbitrary."
　　"I..."
　　Before he finished speaking, he kissed her hard again, and then hugged her proudly, relying on his height and male figure, and holding her in his arms with a protective posture.
　　Dong Lingjiu: "..."
　　She thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out how Zheng Jie's family could give birth to such a child...
　　The candlelight was dim, and the sound of birds chirping was sparse and scattered.
　　In his arms, Dong Lingjiu's time before falling asleep was shortened a lot. Although the little doctor Zheng was not very reliable, he was very stable in his arms and slept very well. He would not easily wake her up, but it was better than calming incense.
　　But there was one thing that was quite unfortunate.
　　Maybe Dong Lingjiu was pestered too much by him before going to bed. Zheng Yuheng's headache-inducing "the three of us will be buried together" and "theory of status", plus the debate between "the first and second rooms", were both absurd and mentioned many words about the previous emperor Meng Zhen. It
　　was because of these words that Dong Lingjiu, who hadn't dreamed of this person for several years, actually dreamed of him in Zheng Yuheng's arms... This was really a confusing, indescribable, and numb thing.
　　And the image of the other party was also distorted.
　　Dong Lingjiu never thought that Meng Zhen would use that cold and ruthless emperor's face to question whether he was fickle, had three husbands and four maids, had an affair, or had an affair... It was too absurd and made people silent.