Although she couldn't eat Zheng Yuheng, she could make him feel helpless and didn't know how to respond.
　　Zheng Yuheng was not as familiar with women's clothes as she was, not to mention Dong Lingjiu's movements were very light, which surprised him for a moment. He subconsciously pulled his clothes together first--he realized halfway that something was wrong, wasn't he here to climb into bed this time? Why should he be afraid at this time? Tan Niang took the initiative to treat him so actively, not to mention that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it was also a scene that had not been seen in recent times... Isn't this exactly what he wanted? Why was he panicking?
　　Zheng Yuheng convinced himself and slowly loosened his fingers. Facing her scrutinizing gaze, he didn't know where to put his hands. After a while, he awkwardly explained: "... I am, not taking advantage of others' misfortunes."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Do you still think I'm drunk?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a moment, muttering: "Only drunk people say they are not drunk, and those who claim to be incapable of drinking are pretending to be drunk."
　　Dong Lingjiu laughed when he heard it, hugged him and joked: "Young lady, you are so smart, you are so deliberate to accompany me, isn't it just to share the joy of love with me on this phoenix bed? Now that the time has come, why are you like a piece of wood instead?"
　　He understood every word, but when they were combined together and said in Dong Lingjiu's mouth, people felt dazed and doubted whether it was true.
　　But with the warm and soft jade in front of him, Zheng Yuheng looked at her, still spineless and didn't struggle, followed Dong Lingjiu's finger gesture, and fell on the mattress with her, with clothes not completely taken off, hugging each other.
　　Dong Lingjiu lowered her head, supported herself on top to look at him, then lowered her head slightly and whispered: "Not to mention seduction/insolence, there must be some means, right?"
　　How could Zheng Yuheng know what "some means" meant?
　　Seeing him in a daze, Dong Lingjiu did not make it difficult, but just smiled and said: "Wooden beauty, I am afraid of you."
　　As she spoke, she put her fingers on the pipa buckle on the other's underwear, but did not remove it, but just circled the buckle for two weeks, very lightly, no less than scratching an itch through a shoe.
　　Such an action can't relieve the "itch" at all, it can only add fuel to the fire.
　　Zheng Yuheng stared at her hand, and his expression had been a little strange for a long time. He was embarrassed to be emotional in a palace dress, so he covered her hand and pulled off the pipa buckle himself.
　　After the inner shirt fell off, Dong Lingjiu's eyes swept up and down again, pointing at his body and said, "Although not graceful, but not too big and thick, and not attractive to the eyes."
　　Zheng Yuheng was sure that she was drunk. He held his forehead and said nothing. There was no way to argue with her. He just suppressed it, but when his eyes met hers, he still felt a little angry. He retorted with a red face, "What kind of gracefulness do you want?"
　　"A face like a silver plate, a waist like a flying swallow, and a body like a jade ring..." Dong Lingjiu actually started to argue with him.
　　"There is no such person in the world," Zheng Yuheng said unhappily, "If the proportions are not harmonious, they must be ugly."
　　Dong Lingjiu pondered and murmured, "That makes sense..."
　　Then she said, "In that case, I only want you, young lady."
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't know how drunk she was, whether she was getting more and more upset, or whether she was deliberately teasing him. Even so, he was still moved when he heard this, and simply said, "Mrs. Tan, you only want me, but do you know who I am? Why not call me by my name?"
　　"Junzhi." She responded calmly.
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..." Is she sober?
　　Dong Lingjiu called her name, and then pulled off the hem of the palace dress that remained on him. Just as she was about to comment, she suddenly fell silent. Zheng Yuheng didn't understand why, and then heard her whisper: "My dear, your lower half is very prominent and different. I have to take a closer look."
　　Zheng Yuheng's eyes darkened, and he almost couldn't breathe. He couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately turned over, hugged her in his arms, and then threw all the messy palace belts, underwear, and small clothes aside, and said angrily: "You are drunk, close your eyes and go to sleep."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him with a smile and said, "Am I really drunk?"
　　"Of course..." Zheng Yuheng paused and looked at her suspiciously.
　　The next moment, Dong Lingjiu pressed down on the back of his head and sealed his lips. Zheng Yuheng was so hasty that he could hardly catch his breath. Then he felt her slowly loosen up and whispered in her ear, "You think so, right?"
　　Zheng Yuheng had reached the limit of his patience. He reached out and held her wrist. He decided to be bold and said to her, "Sleep with me!"
　　Just four words, but he actually expressed a sense of justice. If it weren't in the bedroom, he would have thought that he was talking about something that was natural and reasonable.
　　Dong Lingjiu chuckled and said, "Only with you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said more righteously, "Only with me."
　　"Okay." Dong Lingjiu nodded and agreed. Then he glanced at him and said, "Then I'll hug you first."
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a moment. The momentum he had just built up instantly disappeared. While rubbing against her, he fell down softly, his voice became gentle, and he murmured, "Hug me."
　　"Yeah," she said, "I miss you too."
　　Zheng Yuheng blinked and suddenly felt that he was the one who was drunk. He turned into a large dessert, leaning over to let her kiss and hug him, almost melting beside her.
　　...
　　The consequence of almost melting was that Zheng Yuheng missed the time.
　　He didn't drink, but for some reason, he was more out of control than if he had drunk alcohol, as if he was the drunkard who was led to chaos and out of control. His words and deeds were ridiculous beyond description, and he was also like an insatiable lustful man. As long as Tan Niang hooked her finger, he would not even refuse without a word.
　　After such a night, Zheng Yuheng couldn't remember how many watches he went to bed. Anyway, he took care of her to bathe and wash again, dry her hair, and drink the sobering soup before tossing and turning to sleep.
　　Thanks to the careful care of the young doctor Zheng, Dong Lingjiu did not feel uncomfortable. She even got up earlier than Zheng Yuheng.
　　The next morning, when Zheng Yuheng woke up from the phoenix couch, through a thin layer of gauze, he saw a slender and light figure sitting in front of the flower case, flipping through a newly compiled book.
　　He lifted his finger and lifted the veil. It was Dong Lingjiu who was sitting there. She hadn't done her makeup yet. Her long hair was tied up in a bun with a hairpin. She was wearing a silk long coat embroidered with plum blossoms and sitting upright.
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her for a while and suddenly woke up. He remembered that she was awake and it was probably late. He got up and dressed quickly. He took out the clothes that were placed with her and changed back into men's clothes.
　　Dong Lingjiu's originally calm eyes moved over and paused on him. She said, "Don't be busy. I will ask for leave for you and tell the emperor that you are sick."
　　Zheng Yuheng smoothed his sleeves and turned around and asked, "When did you wake up?"
　　Dong Lingjiu nodded and said, "Probably when you were going to the Palace Front Office to guard."
　　Zheng Yuheng said in annoyance, "Why didn't you call me?"
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and shook his head, and said softly, "I thought you were tired."
　　Although these words were ordinary, they were said at this time, and they inevitably carried a meaningful tone. Zheng Yuheng was too embarrassed to continue asking, and just for the sake of face he said, "I am not tired."
　　"Yes." Dong Lingjiu nodded, "After being busy with official duties for days, even a man of iron should take a break. I told the emperor that he could use you, but he took it too seriously. What if I broke a person as delicate as glass and crystal?"
　　She said it unintentionally, but Zheng Yuheng felt that it was ambiguous, and he didn't know how to start. He whispered, "...It won't break."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "I didn't say the part I used."
　　"...Oh."
　　Dong Lingjiu flipped through the book and pointed to the opposite side.
　　Zheng Yuheng tied her belt and walked over and sat down opposite the flower table.
　　The table was not big, with a vase on it, with fragrant fresh flowers in the vase, and under the flowers was the book she was reading carefully.
　　Dong Lingjiu looked down at the book and said, "I told the emperor that you were caught in the rain and had a cold, so I asked you to go back to work the day after tomorrow."
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded.
　　Dong Lingjiu was about to talk to him when she saw him looking at her strangely. She couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"
　　Zheng Yuheng thought about what happened last night and asked vaguely, "...Are you drunk? Do you still have a headache?"
　　Dong Lingjiu's face changed slightly, and she coughed lightly, and said calmly, "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and I don't have a headache either."
　　Zheng Yuheng was relieved that she didn't have a headache. As for the other question, if the other party wanted to hide it, he couldn't tell. So he just believed it on the surface, nodded and behaved well.
　　Dong Lingjiu changed the topic, handed him the book at hand, pointed to the location, and said to him, "I'm not letting you rest just for rest, but there is something I want to discuss with you."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked down and saw that it was not a text, but a very detailed drawing, with the size and process marked on every detail, and finally formed a machine.
　　"This is..."
　　"This book is called "Skills of Craftsmanship", which is a banned book." Dong Lingjiu said.
　　"Banned book?" Zheng Yuheng was puzzled. "Since it is not a fictitious reference to a conspiracy, nor is it evil knowledge that misleads people, given the relatively open social atmosphere of the Great Yin, even if it is not written by a famous person, it should not be banned,
　　right?" Dong Lingjiu nodded slowly and said, "Indeed."
　　"Could it be that the machine he drew cannot be made by the craftsmen? Is it a poorly made work with omissions?" "
　　No," Dong Lingjiu said, "Not only can it be made, but this thing is completely consistent with what is said in the book. It can reduce manpower to one-third of the previous one, and can be used in farming and textiles, achieving twice the result with half the effort."
　　Zheng Yuheng thought for a moment and said, "It should be an excellent thing."
　　"Although it is excellent, it is also extremely bad." Dong Lingjiu said in a calm voice, "This book was written in the early years of Xining and was accidentally collected and verified by the then Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple. He believed that many of the tools in this book, especially this fire-driven instrument, are treasures that can change the world, so he presented it to the inner palace."
　　"Then what?"
　　"Then... it became a banned book." Dong Lingjiu said, "Meng Zhen issued an order to ban the book, and asked the Shaoqing to resign and return home. Since then, this book "Skills of Craftsmanship" has not been seen by the world for more than ten years."
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent in thought and continued to read the annotations on the book. He probably thought of the reason why the ancient sage did so. Dong Lingjiu was also very calm, waiting for his questions.
　　"But," Zheng Yuheng finally said, "this book is newly printed."
　　"That's right." Dong Lingjiu looked at him and said, "The magic of craftsmanship has finally waited for the opportunity to see the light of day again."