The result of the discussion between the mother and son was that Zheng Yuheng was arrested by Meng Cheng from the Imperial Hospital.
　　He was still rereading the pulse case, and the ink on the medical book he was compiling and annotating was not dry yet. Since Zheng Yuheng was still the logistics supervisor in name and was ordered to return to Beijing due to injury, he did not have to go to the Ministry of Revenue for the time being. Zheng
　　Yuheng was originally going to return to the Cining Palace after drying the ink and putting away the medical books. As a result, two white-faced and beardless emperor's attendants in complicated and luxurious official uniforms came to invite him personally. In the surprised eyes of the medicine boy and servants on the side, he was "invited" to the Guiyuan Palace by the emperor.
　　It's better to say that in front of Meng Cheng, there is no difference between "invitation" and "kidnapping".
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't know the reason why the little emperor suddenly called him, so he just sighed deeply, thinking that those who come with bad intentions will not come, and maybe there will be another quarrel... Thinking about this, he entered the palace.
　　The furnishings of Guiyuan Palace and Cining Palace are very different. On the left is a bookshelf that is almost as big as a wall. Only a few of them are ancient scrolls, paintings and books. Most of them are actually the teachings of the previous emperor and the art of controlling people required for various government affairs.
　　The bookshelf is close to the imperial desk, where there is a gilded dragon incense burner with pearls and tails, and the fragrance is deep and ethereal. On the other side are various luxurious utensils and a crystal glass screen. Each piece is rare and rare, which makes the whole main hall look quite "unfriendly" and noble.
　　Meng Cheng was standing on one side of the screen, with his hands behind his back, his eyes passing through the slightly opened window and falling on the lonely wild geese flying far away in the sky.
　　Zheng Yuheng bowed and entered. The little emperor raised his hand slightly, and the eunuch beside him moved the chair in front of him, let the little Zheng sit down, and then served tea.
　　Zheng Yuheng was flattered by the excellent treatment for the first time. He held the tea but dared not drink it. He thought, could it be that His Majesty, who is so simple, has also learned the tricks of the officialdom? He came up with some kind of moral threat of "appealing to emotions and persuading people with reason" to force him to leave?
　　If Meng Cheng really learned it, he would not be so passive in the communication with him.
　　The little emperor turned around, looked him up and down for a moment, and said, "My mother asked me to find you."
　　Zheng Yuheng felt relieved.
　　Meng Cheng sat back and told Dong Lingjiu what he said today, including her gesture, without any discount, and then asked bluntly: "Is your injury almost healed? You have rested for several days. Can you participate in the reception of the envoys from Beisu?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's hand has healed. The bandage has been removed now. There is only a shallow red mark on the back of his hand. It may take a while to heal before the mark can be removed. The place on his palm that had been damaged many times had completely healed and could touch water. The only drawback was that his tender hands as a scholar had some thin calluses that could not be removed for the time being.
　　As for the wound on his shoulder… he could not fight with others or shoot arrows, but it would not hinder his writing or walking.
　　Zheng Yuheng hesitated for a while and said, "I am fine now, but this matter should not be done by the Ministry of Revenue..."
　　"I know this." Meng Cheng said, "Since I asked you to come, it will not be done without proper reason... I can see that Minister Wen intends to promote you, but his plan of having a capable assistant is probably going to fail."
　　He crossed his hands and pressed them on the imperial desk, as if he had been thinking for a while: "I want to transfer you to the Palace Front Department."
　　"...Palace Front Department?" Zheng Yuheng was slightly stunned, "What is..."
　　"Don't worry, although you are weak and can't do anything, the Palace Front Department is not entirely made up of military officials. You don't need to do things yourself, you just need to sit and give orders." The
　　Palace Front Department is the official name of the emperor's personal guard - Ziweiwei. This organization is very direct. It is a private armed force directly under the emperor, which can represent the emperor in any incident. Qilin Guard and Ziwei Guard were combined into "two divisions and two guards" in the capital, which means Ziwei Guard was "the General Command of the Palace Guards" and Qilin Guard was "the General Command of the Imperial Guards".
　　These were the official names of the two guards in the capital.
　　His identity was handled by Xu Xiang, and there was a lot of information in it that was not worth scrutinizing. But if he entered the Palace Guards, he would have the emperor's endorsement. Even if someone had doubts, it would be difficult to start from the emperor's side.
　　Although Zheng Yuheng was "so weak and frail", he was not afraid of the Palace Front Division. He just had one thing in mind: "In this way... Your Majesty will have to face me day and night."
　　As soon as these words came out, Meng Cheng's face looked a little strange. He held his forehead and felt that his eyebrows had jumped like a warning. He said, "It's a good time to supervise you."
　　Zheng Yuheng sighed, "My feelings for Your Majesty are clear as day and night. Why should I supervise a pure person like this?"
　　Meng Cheng stared at him and said, "If you don't want to, just say so."
　　Zheng Yuheng said against his will, "I dare not." Meng
　　Cheng didn't believe a word of his nonsense. He snorted and continued, "Feng Jin is old. In the name of commending your contribution to the Northern Expedition, I will transfer you here as the commander of all squads, and you will be in charge of the affairs of the Palace Front Division." Feng Jin
　　is the current commander of the Palace Front Division, and is also respected as "Palace Marshal" by the ministers. He is an old minister of three dynasties and is now sixty-five years old. Meng Cheng sympathizes with his old leg illness and does not let him show up very often.
　　"Quan Shi is in charge of the affairs of the Palace Front Office..." Zheng Yuheng bowed his head in thought, and said, "Isn't this a bit too ostentatious?"
　　"If it weren't for your inexperience, I wouldn't have to add the word 'Quan'." Meng Cheng said, "Showy? Do you think Wen Haolan wants you to be in charge of the vacant assistant minister at your age, so that it won't be ostentatious?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was speechless. No matter what, a twenty-year-old assistant minister was too exaggerated. Although it was only a temporary position, there would be no one in the six ministries who would not be jealous and suspicious of this limelight.
　　I wonder if Lord Wen's move is because he is particularly optimistic about him, or to show his loyalty to the Queen Mother?
　　"In that case, I will leave it to your majesty to decide."
　　The little emperor nodded, then sighed and said, "I don't know why these people are optimistic about you... Why can't I see what's good about you."
　　After that, he ordered someone to hand over a set of clothes for the commander of various squads, but the fish bag seal that came with it was the style of commanding. With this waist seal, he could set foot in many places that he couldn't go to before.
　　Zheng Yuheng took all the things.
　　The little emperor looked at him for a moment and said, "Okay. I will give Feng Jin an oral order. Tomorrow, you will follow him to the Ministry of Rites... to meet those Jurchens."
　　...
　　The Palace Front Department is actually a "gilded" place.
　　The emperor's personal guard, such a position is both noble and decent, and it is also by the emperor's side. Therefore, many princes and sons of noble families tried their best to get in, but most of the fools and playboys could not get in. Most of the heirs who stayed were the treasures of the big families.
　　Zheng Yuheng completed all the procedures in the Ministry of Personnel. With the emperor's decree, he had a smooth journey and returned to the palace before dark.
　　This time, the waist badge of the Cining Palace was not used for verification. The badge of the Palace Front Department was extremely effective. The two guards guarded the palace gate. When they saw the badges of the two chiefs, they were like rabbits awakened, and they climbed up from the small stools, without any feeling of boredom, sleepiness, laziness and relaxation.
　　"Sir." As night fell, the guard could not see the other person's face clearly, and sweated profusely. "Sir, you only ordered people to show the emblem slightly on the carriage. Why do you have to be so simple? I wonder which lord is inspecting?"
　　Zheng Yuheng had always been in and out of here with the little eunuchs in the back province, and had never seen the Beijing guards come out to flatter him. He waved his hand and said, "Don't make a fuss. You don't have to come to see me in the future. Just guard the door steadily."
　　"Yes." The guard said.
　　Even as he said this, he stood here as if his feet had taken root, motionless.
　　Zheng Yuheng was not used to such treatment and left immediately. It was not until he entered the territory of the Cining Palace that he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had returned home.
　　He lit the lamp in the East Warm Pavilion and carefully examined it. He felt that the clothes of the chief of the Palace Front Department were still too fancy and gorgeous. Dong Lingjiu didn't seem to like this style, so he gave up the idea of ​​showing it to her and went there in his blue shirt.
　　However, just as he walked out of the bedroom, Aunt Ruixue stopped him by the beaded curtain, pointed inside and shook her head.
　　Zheng Yuheng suddenly became nervous - what does this mean? Is there someone else inside?
　　In an instant, his mind went blank. He subconsciously lifted the curtain and was about to go in to take a look, but Ruixue grabbed him and said, "Don't go..." "
　　But--"
　　Before he finished speaking, other people's voices came from inside.
　　"My queen, come, call my queen..."
　　"Ah...ah..."
　　It was the voice of a woman and a child.
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Ruixue.
　　Ruixue put her finger to her lips, asking him to be quiet, then she pulled the other person a few steps away and said to him, "It's the Princess of Lin'an and the young master."
　　"Young master?"
　　"Yes, the previous Prince of Lin'an died, and the young master Shen inherited the title, and now he has a child. The old princess came to Beijing specifically to announce the good news and brought this nephew to meet his great aunt."
　　Zheng Yuheng was confused by this series of things and said, "...What a big family."
　　Ruixue smiled and said, "Is this big? What kind of family is this? There are relatives and sisters-in-law all over the world. Even the closer ones must have seventy or eighty families and hundreds of relatives. It's just that those people are too embarrassed, and they can't see the queen if they come... They are reminiscing about the past today, so you don't have to go in."
　　Zheng Yuheng had already sobered up a long time ago. He embarrassedly pursed his lips a little and shirked the responsibility a little: "Aunt didn't remind me."
　　"Didn't I warn you?" Ruixue sighed, "Lord Zheng is really heartless. If you go in with the momentum of catching an adulterer at this time, I dare not imagine what will happen. Besides, the queen has spoiled you too much, letting you go in and out without even notifying you."
　　Zheng Yuheng admitted his mistake obediently: "It's all my carelessness. I trouble my aunt to take care of it for me." Ruixue
　　smiled and nodded.
　　Zheng Yuheng simply didn't leave. He looked at the stars in the night sky outside the beaded curtain and whispered: "Then I won't see her tonight?"
　　Ruixue said: "Lord Zheng has been in the Cining Palace for so long, there is a long time to come, why rush now?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a moment, and said: "I will take office tomorrow. His Majesty has told me some things. I'm afraid I will have to eat and live in the Ministry of Rites or Guiyuan Palace for a while. I won't be back much. I'm afraid she will miss me."
　　"Are you afraid that the queen will miss you?" Ruixue asked meaningfully.
　　Zheng Yuheng blushed a little, but he was still stubborn and said that he was afraid that Dong Lingjiu would miss him.
　　Ruixue did not point it out to him. Since he was here to watch over her, she asked Zheng Yuheng to watch over her for a while. She was very hungry and went to the small kitchen to ask for a bowl of soup. Zheng Yuheng nodded.
　　The moon was bright and the night was getting darker.
　　Zheng Yuheng sat on a small stool outside the curtain for night watch. His long arms and legs made it difficult for him to move freely. He put one hand on his knee and used the other hand to move the bottom of the bead curtain, sliding along the jade beads.
　　At this time, it was already quiet inside, as if the child who was learning to call people had fallen asleep. Zheng Yuheng counted on his fingers for a while. It had been more than ten months since the prince got married, and the child could actually call out. It must have been at least one or two months. He was probably a premature baby.
　　He calculated it accurately, and if he had been more careful, he should have been able to understand the intention of the old princess Mu Xuehua entering the palace this time - every newborn and every prince in the palace would be given to Dong Lingjiu to take a look. She even said that she came this time to let the children get closer to the Queen Mother. Even if the emperor was dissatisfied with the palace in the future and had the intention to kill, he might be able to keep a part of the incense for the sake of the relationship with the Queen Mother.
　　Although the old princess considered herself a woman and had never participated in the struggle for power, her caution and carefulness were gained from her experience over the years.
　　In addition, there was another reason, which was also the biggest reason on the surface.
　　The child was born prematurely and weak. Mu Xuehua was afraid that the child had a bad fate and could not grow up in the palace, so she wanted to borrow the blessing of the Queen Mother. The place where the emperor was and the dragon and phoenix were auspicious might be helpful to his life.
　　Zheng Yuheng fiddled with the end of the curtain alone, and suddenly there was a rustling sound of getting up from inside.
　　He held his breath and hesitated whether to step back. Although he could be on duty at night as an imperial physician, he had to do so in the warm room of a side hall, which was not the norm here. What if it was the princess who came?
　　Just as this thought came to mind, it was immediately shattered by the sound of familiar footsteps. He recognized the footsteps of Dong Lingjiu.
　　The candlelight could not reach this side, and the hazy shadow fell under the moonlight.
　　Dong Lingjiu wore long hair and a thin plain shirt. The moonlight enveloped her shoulders, as if the dust rising faintly from the night was emitting.
　　Zheng Yuheng's heart suddenly stopped beating. He looked at her frosty eyes through the curtain. Suddenly, he felt speechless and just looked at her quietly. Then he suddenly remembered the scene when Li Yu secretly met with Xiao Zhouhou. He wrote that Xiao Zhouhou quietly ran out to date him, walked barefoot on the fragrant steps, holding her golden shoes, and nestled in his arms in the dead of night. The pearl
　　lock moved quietly, awakening me from my dream on the silver screen. Her face was slowly smiling, and they looked at each other with infinite love.
　　Looking at each other with infinite love...
　　The night wind was soft and gentle, blowing the curtains slightly.
　　Zheng Yuheng suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head, his Adam's apple moved slightly, secretly scolding himself - why do you always think of some love poems written by Li Houzhu? What kind of erotic poems are these, how can you think of Tan Niang like this?
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't know what he was thinking, quietly lowered his body, looked at him through the curtain, and lowered his voice: "I know it's not Ruixue, it's probably you here."
　　Zheng Yuheng wanted to reach out, but he was worried that the sound of pearls and jade colliding was too loud, and he was afraid to wake up the children. So a weak pearl curtain that could be blown by the wind actually became a barrier between them, and people dared not touch it.
　　He whispered, "How do you know?"
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at his hands and said, "They won't be so irritable, with their hands and minds so confused."
　　Zheng Yuheng shrank his fingers and said guiltily, "Did I disturb you?"
　　"No," she said, "I couldn't sleep."
　　Zheng Yuheng said with a little satisfaction, "Because I'm not making the bed?"
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him and said, "Yes, come and hug me now, so I can sleep."
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't expect her to be so straightforward. Her face turned red to the root of her neck. She actually looked inside and hesitated, "It's not good... so sneaky..."
　　He said shyly, "If you really want to, it's not impossible..."
　　Dong Lingjiu whispered to him, "Forget it. If the princess wakes up, I don't know what to say."
　　Zheng Yuheng held his face, sighed faintly, and then worried again, "Stretch out your hand, let me feel if it's cold."
　　Dong Lingjiu shook her head. She was wearing thin clothes, and her fingers were cold at this time. It was not good for him to touch her, so she stood up and said softly, "I'm going back."
　　The moonlight floating on her shoulders swayed with it, falling on her side, reflecting on her frosty skin.
　　"Yeah." Zheng Yuheng looked at her.
　　Dong Lingjiu lifted her clothes slightly to reduce the rustling sound of her skirt falling on the ground, took two steps, turned around, and saw Zheng Yuheng still looking at her motionlessly.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't say anything, but made a mouth shape and said to him, "Go to bed, good night."
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded.
　　She walked out of the range of the moonlight under the window, and her figure became hazy.
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her back, and his heart was about to melt.