As Wang Wanrou said, the strong wind and rain did not last long, and soon turned into a weak drizzle.
　　It was also because of this that Xiao Zheng, who was standing under the eaves of Guiyuan Palace and looking at the Heavenly Palace, finally breathed a sigh of relief, dusted his clothes, calmly took the umbrella handed by the eunuch, and went to Cining Palace. After the
　　last intimate farewell, Zheng Yuheng didn't know how long it had been since he slept on the same bed with Dong Lingjiu... Even if they met, it was for her body. That little time was not enough to just take her pulse, look at the prescription, and instruct Cui Ling and others. It was often rushed and there was no time for a detailed conversation. The
　　little emperor also watched too closely. Although most of the time it was unintentional, he still prevented Zheng Yuheng from climbing the bed in the middle of the night. "Shameless behavior", let him sleep peacefully in the lower place of the Palace Front Department every day, it can be said that he has gradually become the shape of an obedient person in front of the emperor's palace...
　　Alas. Xiao Zheng sighed quietly. When will this day end?
　　Without Tan Niang's touch, he will die. By then, even if the little emperor picked him up from the crowd and shook him, he would definitely not be able to come up with any suggestions or advice, so Meng Cheng would have to find someone else.
　　Zheng Yuheng sighed in his heart all the way, muttering to himself that his immediate superior, the little emperor, was completely criticized. His mind habitually popped up the situation at the front line... the memorials from the six departments... the struggles and checks and balances between the various forces... these things emerged in his mind one after another. For many nights, he and Meng Cheng had passionate exchanges face to face, expressing their opinions on these things, and then had a big quarrel and parted unhappily... the next day, they would both give each other a way out, and so on.
　　Although the young emperor was a monarch who did not feel ashamed to ask questions from his subordinates, he was still a "king" even if he was a benevolent monarch. A certain kind of cold-bloodedness of a ruler flowed in his blood. Sometimes his thoughts were cruel beyond Zheng Yuheng's expectations. He could almost see the trace of the decisive and murderous Saint Emperor Meng Zhen in his young eyes. Zheng Yuheng also inherited Dong Lingjiu's love for the people. It was difficult for him to convince himself to accept a decision that was too harmful.
　　So the two quarreled and finally took the middle way. Zheng Yuheng felt that he was a wrench. Every time he forcibly pulled Meng Cheng over, it was mainly because he was not as authoritative as Tan Niang, and he had to irritate the young emperor every few days.
　　Alas. At this point, Zheng Yuheng sighed again, thinking silently in his heart, I am only twenty years old? If he continues to work like this, he will have a head full of gray hair before he is thirty.
　　... But it's okay this way. Little Master Zheng thought about it and suddenly became happy. It was not a bad thing to grow white hair with Tan Niang. If she grows one hair, I grow one hair. We are a perfect match.
　　Anyway, when the rain became lighter and the sound of the umbrella became lighter, Zheng Yuheng, who had thought about it for many times, finally arrived at the Cining Palace. He was familiar with the place and could enter by just scanning his face. Just as he was about to go to the East Warm Pavilion to change his clothes and get rid of the coolness of the rain, he saw Mrs. Jiang who was on duty at the door. She looked inside and quietly came over with her skirt lifted.
　　"What's wrong?" Zheng Yuheng seemed to have sensed something.
　　"Don't go yet. There are so many people here." Mrs. Jiang whispered.
　　"So many people?" Zheng Yuheng was surprised again, thinking that she used to have no outsiders come for ten days or half a month, and even ministers would report to her outside the pearl curtain. Why is it so lively now? "Who is here?"
　　"The Empress, Concubine Li, Concubine Zhuang, Concubine Xiang..." Jiang Neiren counted on her fingers. Zheng Yuheng heard it, wow, all the concubines with names are here. Finally, Jiang Neiren concluded, "They are inside to accompany our Empress for dinner."
　　"It's not a festival, why are so many people getting together for a meal?" Zheng Yuheng was a little confused, "The Empress Dowager has such a refined taste?"
　　Jiang Neiren said shyly, "It was Concubine Li who proposed it. It will be lively, and we will have to play with the flower names later, but there are not enough people, so the Empress ordered the two female ministers to go up and make up the number."
　　Zheng Yuheng calculated the time and said worriedly, "They are making such a fuss, which must be very exhausting. I'm afraid they won't be over until dark. The Empress has limited energy, so I'm afraid she will have to hold on."
　　Jiang Neiren looked at him for a while. She was dull and straightforward. She didn't have the mind of Cui Ling and others who sometimes saw through but didn't say anything. She said directly, "Doctor Zheng, are you afraid that after they are done making a fuss, the Empress will go to bed and won't have time to pay attention to you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was speechless and embarrassed. After a while, he said, "...Not...that's what she said..."
　　Just as the two were talking, a female voice suddenly interrupted from behind. It was Cui Ling, the female doctor.
　　"Oh, how can you say this clearly, Manman, you really don't give face to Doctor Zheng."
　　Jiang Manman was stunned for a moment, and didn't react. Zheng Yuheng turned to look at her, glanced at the medicine bag in her hand that seemed to have just been wrapped, and knew that Cui Ling was busy in the medicine room all day, doing her best.
　　She happened to meet him, listened to a few words, walked forward a few steps, and said to Zheng Yuheng: "Don't be disappointed, Lord Zheng, I have a plan."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "...Why do I feel that you have a trap."
　　Cui Ling said: "How could it be? Let me tell you, you did this and that..."
　　She told the whole story in front of Jiang Neiren, then looked at Zheng Yuheng a few times, and said: "Lord, you are too high, otherwise there will be no mistakes, even the Queen who often comes and goes, she will never see it."
　　Zheng Yuheng was very firm: "Impossible, even if I can't see the Queen today, I will never act like this-"
　　A quarter of an hour later.
　　Outside the East Warm Pavilion, Cui Ling handed him the case that was originally supposed to be delivered by another maid to deliver scented tea. Looking at the "extraordinarily resolute" Zheng Yuheng, she praised him, "A real man can bend and stretch. For the sake of the queen, is there anything he can't do?"
　　Zheng Yuheng had no expression on his face and said woodenly, "Mirror."
　　Cui Ling quickly handed him a small bronze mirror.
　　The mirror reflected a face covered with a layer of powder. Although the powder was not exaggeratedly thick, it was definitely heavy makeup, which made his originally handsome face look different. Although a good foundation of facial features could be discerned upon closer inspection, because of the excessive makeup, the "poor" makeup made him look like a clumsy maid in the palace, without any lightness and elegance.
　　This "maid" had her hair combed a little low and wore embroidered shoes with thin soles. Even so, she was still taller than a flock of chickens. Fortunately, the palace maids had to bow their heads when entering the palace, so as long as they were careful, it was not a big problem.
　　Seeing him in a daze, Cui Ling said, "If you have to speak, just do as the eunuchs in the palace do, pinch your throat..."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "... this..."
　　"Don't you want to see the Queen Mother?" she said.
　　Zheng Yuheng's lifeline was being controlled, and he had been in Guiyuan Palace for the past few months and his longing for her was getting stronger and stronger. Although he was hesitant, he didn't know when the little emperor would call him to work again, and when he would come next time... Therefore, he was so obsessed that he couldn't open his mouth to refuse.
　　Neiren Jiang, who was standing by, was so shocked that her eyes were about to pop out of her head. Even she, who was familiar with Imperial Physician Zheng, couldn't tell who was in front of her. She was surprised and nervous: "They won't be discovered, right?"
　　Neiren Cui said calmly: "Who can find out earlier than our queen? As long as the empress dowager can see it, with the queen's ability to control the situation, even if other people have a hundred pairs of eyes, nothing will happen."
　　...
　　After the meal in the palace, the first place was announced, and Dong Lingjiu also added a little bonus by rewarding the concubine with a pair of bracelets from his dressing table.
　　The bracelets were so valuable that even Mu Xuehua was amazed. The group rearranged the seats according to the previous proposal. Then, a row of maids in official uniforms stepped over the threshold and placed hot wine, cups and utensils, towels for wiping hands, flower sticks and other items on the table. They also handed over fragrant tea for rinsing the mouths and asked the concubines' personal maids to help the concubines rinse their mouths.
　　The two female ministers had to accompany them to take the flower names. Zhao Qing stood beside Dong Lingjiu. She was about to take the fragrant tea and help the queen rinse her mouth according to the rules, but she paused and was pressed on the teacup. She couldn't take the tea from the maid kneeling on the ground.
　　Zhao Qing frowned and looked at the maid for a few times. She felt that "she" looked unfamiliar and kind, which was very strange. Just as she was about to cough to remind her, she saw the queen mother picked up the tea herself.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't mind these trivial matters. Even if Zhao Qing was a step slower, it didn't matter. Strangely enough, as soon as she stretched out her hand, the cup of fragrant tea naturally fell into her hand. The maid didn't seem to dare to make any more small moves. Just when Zhao Qing wanted to make a big deal out of it, this person suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Dong Lingjiu's sleeve.
　　Bold... Zhao Qing's scalp was exploding, and he couldn't help biting his teeth. He was so shocked that he was a little stunned. He thought to himself, where did this person come from? How could he be qualified to serve in the Cining Palace? He didn't know any rules at all, and he could pull the clothes of the Empress Dowager? With
　　all the masters in front of her, she couldn't speak at this moment, but her brows were getting tighter and tighter.
　　Dong Lingjiu noticed this little bit of force, so she lowered her head and glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground. It didn't matter if she looked at it this way. She fixed her eyes, paused for a moment, and almost choked on the mouthful of tea in her mouth. She quickly spit it into the water pot, covered the corners of her lips with the handkerchief in her hand, and coughed several times.
　　Mu Xuehua asked with concern: "Sister-in-law? Are you tired?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said calmly: "No problem, you guys can play."
　　The concubines wiped their hands and were overjoyed to get such a permission. They took the dice and rolled a number.
　　At this time, the maids who were serving should have stood up, lowered their heads and stepped back. They were still young and could only be a background. They were not qualified to serve tea and water.
　　The one kneeling beside Dong Lingjiu's knees was also going to stand up, but was pressed down by the Empress Dowager's shoulders. So she could only bow her head and kneel in the same place, looking a little trembling.
　　"Qing'er," Dong Lingjiu said, "Take the one in her hand away, let this child serve, you go and rest."
　　Zhao Qing was stunned. Although he was surprised, he didn't show it. He followed her words and handed down all the teacups and water pots on the tray. He wanted to tell the maid a few words, but he paused, worried that there were so many people, so he retreated.
　　After Zhao Qing left, Dong Lingjiu was left with only this maid.
　　She looked at the lively scene of choosing flower lots over there, and while everyone was looking at the lot, she whispered to the person next to her: "...Madam Zheng?"
　　The other person's shoulders shook.
　　"Get up, lower your head and stand behind me." Dong Lingjiu said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You audacious little bastard, if you don't punish him for three days, he will tear down the roof."