Zheng Yuheng looked up at her, his eyes resting on her face.
　　Dong Lingjiu's breath was steady, and she really didn't seem drunk, but when she just supported her forehead and closed her eyes to rest, she really made people feel tired - naturally, people would think that this was fatigue caused by drinking.
　　Her skin was still as white as jade, and it seemed that time was particularly kind to this beautiful woman who had experienced frost and frost, but at such a distance and such a gaze, Zheng Yuheng could still see that every inch of her skin touched by time had long been out of the words youth, and it even seemed that something heavy was covering her, eroding the soul under Dong Lingjiu's body.
　　The decentralization of power, the days of rest, and the change in her thinking... It was like stripping off a gorgeous and rotten dress from her body. After a dozen glasses of wine, she suddenly returned to a state of returning to nature, removing the traces of the "Queen Mother" bit by bit, and revealing a trace of "Dong Lingjiu" again.
　　Her fingers gently stroked along his naturally curved chin, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Who gave you the idea? You haven't told me yet."
　　Zheng Yuheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said: "... Cui Neiren."
　　"I guessed it." Dong Lingjiu said, "Although you have a few friends in the Cining Palace, most of them are afraid of your identity and dare not make friends. Even if they make friends, their hearts are not very pure. So among the few people who know you, only her courage and character are the most suitable. Don't worry, I won't punish her."
　　Zheng Yuheng told this honestly because he believed that Tan Niang would not blame Cui Ling for his recklessness. It was just that he hesitated a little at the table just now, and the atmosphere afterwards was not suitable to continue talking about this matter.
　　Dong Lingjiu slowly added, "...Her surprise is quite interesting."
　　Surprise...? Zheng Yuheng pondered over the word, and suddenly felt like a gift that was packed into a box and sent to the Cining Palace.
　　She tilted her hand upwards, and her fingertips touched his lips. The young imperial physician Zheng was handsome, with soft lips, and her fingertips were equally soft. When the two touched each other, they both had a temperature that was heart-stirring.
　　Dong Lingjiu paused, half-holding his face with her lower fingers, looking at him quietly. The other hand that had just tapped the outer wall of the teacup stopped unconsciously, slowly spread out and pressed down, and pressed against the slightly cool table.
　　Zheng Yuheng could not see the movement of her other hand. Being shrouded in such a long gaze, coupled with the scrutiny with a hint of frivolous caressing, his already uncalm brain was about to be steamed.
　　He felt that the other person's eyes were swimming over every inch of his skin. She was like the vast river, and he was a fish swimming in the river. The fish was in the water, so every drop of water "swimmed" over the fish's side... Zheng Yuheng couldn't remember what "calm and self-controlled" or "correcting oneself", and even forgot that there were maids and palace servants waiting at any time outside the threshold not far away. He lowered his head slightly as if bewitched, opened his mouth and held her fingertips.
　　Dong Lingjiu's fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes also trembled.
　　Even the slightest change, because of the soft tongue, Zheng Yuheng could fully sense it. He didn't seem to think this was a rejection or disgust. His breathing suddenly became heavier, raised his hand to wrap around her wrist, held her slender wrist in his palm, and then lowered his head to lick her knuckles.
　　Because of the difficulty in controlling her emotions, Dong Lingjiu felt that Zheng Yuheng was a little out of control when he held her wrist. She suddenly and silently thought that Junzhi was the emperor's minister, but Junzhi was even more of her minister... He was the only sincere heart that she was willing to take in under her skirt. In the past thirty years, no one had relied on her for shelter and gave her such a "repayment" that broke through reason and was so strong that it was frightening.
　　This feeling of "out of control" is actually not something that a person who has been in power for many years can have. If Dong Lingjiu regarded power as the first priority, she would definitely swing her sword without hesitation to cut off this "karma" and eradicate the weakness.
　　Unfortunately, she is not a power-hungry person, and she is really different from Meng Zhen, not ruthless enough.
　　Dong Lingjiu wanted to take back her hand, but he held it, and his hands were wrapped around her like he was thirsting, so she couldn't get away immediately, so she curled up her fingers and coughed lightly: "...Junzhi."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked up at her, and this expression was very subtle. Others might not see it, but Dong Lingjiu felt inexplicably that no matter when, as long as she stretched out her hand, he would think about it and lick it...
　　What kind of habit is this? Is he going to eat her?
　　Dong Lingjiu pondered to no avail, and whispered, "It's late, wait for me to go to bed."
　　Zheng Yuheng responded, and then reluctantly let go of her hand.
　　When their skin separated and no longer touched each other, Zheng Yuheng came back to his senses from a trance, and realized how abrupt and offensive his actions were just now - is this still a polite scholar? It's simply obscene!
　　Zheng Yuheng quickly began to feel ashamed and embarrassed. He didn't dare to look at Dong Lingjiu. He stood up and helped her up. At this moment, the palace dress on his body regained its sense of existence, reminding Zheng Yuheng very strongly - look! Your obscenity is not just this! It
　　really broke the bottom line and made people want to die.
　　Zheng Yuheng's mentality fluctuated greatly, his Adam's apple tightened, and he didn't know how to face people. He couldn't help but think in a confused way - is his behavior too... too limitless? Would Tan Niang think he was too bold? Uh, Tan Niang seemed to have just scolded him for being too bold.
　　Doctor Zheng's mind turned five or six times. After entering the bedroom, he did not speak first, but took off her gold hairpins and jewelry, washed her face and rinsed her mouth, especially carefully wiped her fingers that had just been offended by the "lecher", and then, without any bad intentions, he crossed over to make the bed.
　　Dong Lingjiu sat on the edge of the couch, right beside him. She tilted her head to watch the other party's familiar movements, her eyes slowly moved down from the neckline of the summer palace dress, stopped at the flat chest, and then slid down again, pausing at the waist that was thin but very strong at a glance, and then quietly fell along the hem of the skirt, all the way to the embroidered shoes.
　　Zheng Yuheng made the bed seriously, and didn't realize that she had been carefully looked at.
　　Suddenly, Dong Lingjiu said, "What a pity. The chest is a little flat."
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a moment and turned to look at her.
　　"The waist is a little thick." She continued slowly, "Other than that, you can be called a beauty."
　　Zheng Yuheng did not move for a long time, as if a bolt of lightning had fallen from the blue sky and struck him from head to toe. He stared at her blankly, and it took him a long time to realize what she meant. His already thin skin could not hold it tight anymore, and his whole body was stiff. He just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
　　He stammered, "... flat... rough, I... I am..."
　　"No problem, no problem," Dong Lingjiu said with a smile, "I just like those with slightly flat chests and slightly thick waists, so what? As long as I like them, who dares to say that you are not stunningly beautiful?"
　　"Stunningly beautiful..." Zheng Yuheng almost bit his tongue, "How can this be..."
　　"Why not," she suddenly approached, staring at him with a pair of phoenix eyes, black and white, as quiet as a pool, "In my opinion, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In my eyes, a talent like Zheng the maid, even if she wears rough clothes and messy hair, can still be a beauty."
　　Zheng Yuheng was completely stunned. He was even forced back half an inch by Dong Lingjiu's sudden approach, which was rare. He was frightened by her not-so-aggressive aura and felt hot and sweaty. He took a deep breath and whispered, "... Are you drunk?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said with a smile: "What is sober, and what is drunk? Does being clear-spoken and talking normally mean being sober? Does being wild and singing while crying mean being drunk?"
　　"Tan Niang..."
　　"In my opinion, there are tens of millions of people in this world who behave and talk clearly and normally, who come and go for profit and are immersed in the web of dust. They cannot be considered sober. But the madmen who smile at Confucius and sing with drums and basins are not necessarily drunk. How many sincere words are given to Du Kang?" As
　　she spoke, she leaned her head closer, squeezing out the living space inch by inch. Zheng Yuheng's back was pressed against the carved wooden wall on the side of the bed, unable to move. He carefully distinguished her expression and tried to answer: "Although you are a madman, you know what you are doing. As long as you are clear in your heart, you can't be considered drunk even if you act unconventionally."
　　"That's right," Dong Lingjiu said, "as long as you are clear about your heart, you will be a first-class sober and clear-minded person. Therefore, self-knowledge and self-control are awake, chaos and loss of control are drunkenness, being lured and blinded by interests, forced to surrender by power, and oppressed by poverty and lowliness are all drunkards in the dust net."
　　Zheng Yuheng felt that she seemed to want to discuss the Tao, and nodded repeatedly. If the atmosphere was not wrong at the moment, he would have wanted to light a candle and have a long talk with Tan Niang.
　　As soon as this thought came up, Dong Lingjiu quickly said: "So I followed my heart and came to flirt with you, Miss Zheng, which is a sober act. You don't have to doubt me."
　　Zheng Yuheng was simply stunned. He couldn't say a word for a long time. He was so shocked by this title that he was sure that Dong Lingjiu was drunk.
　　But...but she...why didn't she take the usual path?
　　"I..." Zheng Yuheng said, "It is not the behavior of a gentleman to be frivolous!"
　　As expected, the imperial physician Zheng who knew her very well quickly found a clue from the mess - Dong Lingjiu was brought up as a young master and had his own obsession with the conduct of a gentleman. The so-called moral restraint, guarding against gentlemen but not villains, is exactly what this means.
　　As expected, Dong Lingjiu paused for a moment. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand, rolled up her sleeves slightly, and calmly pointed to the skin between her fingers that had been "offended" by Zheng Yuheng, and said, "Is this what a gentleman does?"
　　Zheng Yuheng wanted to argue but was speechless, as he had no reason at all. He scolded himself for being possessed by the devil just now, and then used his usual tricks, pretending to be pitiful and said, "Forgive me, I'm not really a young lady..."
　　Before she finished speaking, Dong Lingjiu, who usually fell for this kind of trick, continued to smile, as if she was not affected at all. When the other party had no room to retreat, she closed the distance again, stretched out her hands and lazily wrapped them around his waist, which was "slightly thicker than a woman's", with her palms resting on the thin layer of muscle on the side of his waist, hugging him neither lightly nor heavily.
　　Not only that, her hand also went around the palace belt with ease, and with a light pull, a palace belt with a string fell down and was untied on the couch, and her clothes suddenly loosened.
　　Dong Lingjiu's fingertips touched the "slightly flat" chest, and whispered in his ear: "Why are you afraid of me? Can I eat you?"