Meng Cheng was burdened with an important task. Halfway through his walk, he looked back at Zheng Junzhi who was surrounded by the Purple Guards. After confirming that he was held, he walked forward, holding up the majestic emperor's posture, and glanced at Xing Wenchang on the ground. The
　　maids beside Dong Lingjiu saluted the emperor and said "Long live the emperor". Xing Yushi also woke up from his dream and turned around to meet the emperor with the courtesy of a minister. But when the little emperor came, the extreme and morbid enthusiasm on his face gradually subsided.
　　"Mother," Meng Cheng greeted Dong Lingjiu, and said casually, "What a coincidence. I just read the censor's memorial, and when I went out, I saw the censor coming to my mother to give advice... Do you have any good advice? Tell me."
　　Dong Lingjiu saw him appear, savoring the word "coincidence", and raised his eyes slightly, looking in the direction where the other party was coming from in the distance. Although he did not see Zheng Yuheng himself, he looked at the emperor's carriage stagnant in the distance, and he had a rough idea in his heart. When
　　Xing Wenchang saw Meng Cheng, he not only did not feel guilty about what happened just now, but also faced the emperor directly, righteously and solemnly said: "The lychees in my hometown are very sweet. I just met the empress dowager on the road, and I want to show my filial piety to her by offering some to her." Meng
　　Cheng was choked by the words when he was about to speak, staring at the face of the censor Xing.
　　This man looks quite upright, why is he different from what he imagined? Shouldn't you be frank and upright and speak frankly?
　　He turned to look at Dong Lingjiu, and saw that his mother was looking into the distance, and then she looked away after a moment. She gently adjusted her sleeves and said calmly: "It's thoughtful, but it's a pity that in the cold winter, where can we get lychees? The censor is confused."
　　Xing Wenchang looked at her steadily and tightened his fingers.
　　Dong Lingjiu said to Meng Cheng with a pleasant face: "It's really a coincidence. Did you run into Zheng Junzhi when you came out? Didn't he serve you nearby?"
　　Not long after the young Lord Zheng was called away, Xing Wenchang entered the palace to meet him. If there was no explanation, Dong Lingjiu would not believe it.
　　Meng Cheng didn't know what she meant by this, and said hesitantly: "I let him rest."
　　The two of them talked about another person in front of Xing Wenchang as if nothing had happened. Even if he had a good temper, his face would change color. Besides, the temper of the censor Xing was not very forbearing. Suddenly, jealousy appeared in his eyes, his fingers were clenched and creaked, and a mark was left on his lower lip by the tip of his teeth.
　　Dong Lingjiu seemed not to notice, and her tone was still gentle, which was completely different from the expression when she rejected him just now. She came out of the sedan slowly, and her cloak slowly dragged across the ground, making a slight friction sound with the melting snow and ice.
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "He has been busy for some time, and he should be allowed to rest. It is a bit unsympathetic for the emperor to use people like this."
　　"What the queen mother said is right."
　　Meng Cheng stepped forward and held her hand.
　　The little emperor also came to his senses. His mother never killed people without a knife. Just these few light, gentle and tactful words, in Xing Wenchang's ears, were more uncomfortable than killing him - if this person really had such a ridiculous and bastard idea, Meng Cheng would be happy to see the implicit provocation of his mother. His mother was not a weak and bullied woman. On the contrary, her blade was sharper and sharper than most people. It
　　doesn't matter if he annoys him, but if he annoys his mother, the consequences are really unimaginable.
　　But in the eyes of the surrounding eunuchs, the Empress Dowager spoke in a gentle tone, and she did not even pursue Xing Yushi's presumptuousness just now, which was really compassionate.
　　Meng Cheng helped Dong Lingjiu walk in front of Xing Wenchang. The heavy hem of her clothes slowly passed in front of him, and the dark pattern of the hem was like a dragon swinging its tail and swimming. In just a moment, it disappeared in front of him.
　　Xing Wenchang's face changed several times, his hands clenched into fists, and he whispered in a hoarse voice: "...Empress..."
　　Meng Cheng heard it, and the anger that had been suppressed by Zheng Yuheng before suddenly came up. He turned his head and looked at him coldly, and ordered: "It's getting late, send Xing Yushi out of the palace, otherwise he will get lost in the palace and can't get out, which makes it seem like I deliberately treat him harshly."
　　The eunuchs around him immediately took action.
　　Meng Cheng heard it, and Dong Lingjiu could naturally hear it, but she seemed not to hear it, and never looked back, just pulling the little emperor to stroll leisurely in the snow.
　　The two walked forward for dozens of steps, and were already far away from the sedan chair and Chaofeng Gate. The wind and snow were cold. Dong Lingjiu raised his hand to gather his collar, looked at the frozen lake and said, "Did he impeach Junzhi?"
　　Meng Cheng replied, "Yes."
　　"You didn't come alone, did you?" Dong Lingjiu looked at him for a few times, and looked behind him. The two stopped here and waited for a moment, and sure enough, they saw a figure coming from the other direction, followed by several purple guards who were quite flustered. When the
　　purple guards saw the empress dowager and the emperor in front of them, they immediately stopped and saluted. Meng Cheng did not let them continue to stop him. In just a few breaths, Dong Lingjiu was thrown into his arms and hugged tightly by Master Xiao Zheng.
　　Her clothes were so thick that she could feel the vibration of the other party's pounding heart. Dong Lingjiu took a half step back, stood firm again, and pulled Zheng Yuheng off his body. The little emperor's face also sank. He grabbed Zheng Yuheng's shoulders and dragged him a few steps away. He turned around and cursed: "Do you still have any shame? I'm still breathing here!"
　　Zheng Yuheng's heart was blocked and sore. He looked aggrieved and pitiful. He looked at Tan Niang eagerly, and complained to Meng Cheng with his head lowered: "What's the use of my face? Your Majesty, you are such an unimpressive emperor. There are others who dare to have ulterior motives towards the Empress Dowager in front of us. Shouldn't this person be reprimanded and punished?"
　　Meng Cheng said sinisterly: "You are having ulterior motives in front of me now." Zheng Yuheng
　　immediately took back his words and found that the little emperor had reacted. He took a few steps and hid beside Dong Lingjiu.
　　The little emperor's eyes were about to spit fire. He couldn't catch his breath after being angry today. He felt a sharp pain when he got angry, so he restrained his temper and helped Dong Lingjiu to continue walking. He said as he walked: "Like Xing Wenchang and Zheng Junzhi, they are two first-class people. If the emperor was still alive, how could they be allowed to be so presumptuous in front of you? Their heads would have fallen and their bodies would have been separated."
　　Zheng Yuheng hadn't worried about his head for many days. At this time, he touched his neck and sighed softly.
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "What's the point of assuming? If your father was still alive, you don't know when you can ascend the throne."
　　Meng Cheng said: "It doesn't matter to me... According to me, it's better to kill Xing Wenchang as soon as possible to save trouble. I don't need him to investigate the ministers and spy on the mistakes of the officials for me. I'm afraid this person is not a good character to deal with."
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded beside him like a chicken pecking at rice, with a very sincere look in his eyes.
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and said, "That's so boring, I'll leave it for you two to play with... Life is boring without some headaches."
　　Meng Cheng and Zheng Yuheng looked at each other subconsciously again. The two of them had a very strange tacit understanding, and in front of Xing Wenchang, they formed a very difficult to explain united front - even the little emperor felt that if he had to choose one, Zheng Junzhi would be better, at least they were familiar with each other.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't even ask their countermeasures, just chatted with Meng Cheng for a few words, and then sent the little emperor away and let him return to Yuan Palace to handle government affairs.
　　Meng Cheng was obedient and well-behaved. After making sure that there was no big trouble, he didn't think of taking this opportunity to ask his mother for advice on state affairs. He left after two words, but the other person stuck to her, holding her sleeves tightly with his fingers, and even ignored the little emperor's frequent winks at him before leaving.
　　Even if the little emperor threw his eyes to the sky, Zheng Yuheng would not accompany him to continue reviewing memorials at this time, not to mention that it was not his duty, but Meng Cheng had sent people to take him back.
　　He grabbed Dong Lingjiu's sleeves, and because of his excitement, he squeezed too hard and accidentally made a layer of dense and fine wrinkles on her sleeves. After Zheng Yuheng noticed it, he quickly let go, smoothed the wrinkles bit by bit, and accompanied her into the Guanxue Cottage.
　　The cottage was full of red plums, and the fragrance was floating in the air. There was a statue of the plum fairy in the courtyard, with incense sticks sold by palace servants in front of it, and light mist was lingering. The stove behind the bamboo curtain had just been added with charcoal, and sparks exploded slightly, making crackling sounds.
　　Dong Lingjiu untied his cloak and asked the maid behind him to roll up the bamboo curtain. He sat with Zheng Yuheng in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling round window, rubbed his fingers to warm them, then asked slowly with a smile in his eyes, "Where did you see it just now?"
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his head, and his voice couldn't help but sound pitiful. It was unclear whether he really felt pitiful or was pretending to win favor. He said in a slightly hoarse voice with a very sad expression, "I saw it."
　　"You couldn't help but not come up. It must be Cheng'er who stopped you."
　　"Tan Niang is as good as a god." Zheng Yuheng said, "I said - I said it a long time ago, although there are many literati and scholars, how many can resist you? Regardless of appearance, talent, experience, background, or power and character, Tan Niang is the best in the world, and there is no second one. I am considered the more reserved one among them! Look at that Xing, he doesn't make any sense!"
　　Dong Lingjiu hummed for a long time and said carefully, "Are you the more reserved one among them?"
　　"Of course." Zheng Yuheng said confidently, "I'm different from him."
　　Dong Lingjiu couldn't help laughing. She raised her hand and handed the tea set to the other party. Little Zheng took it habitually, and did not delay the tea-making work in his hands at all. His eyes were red, and he confided nervously: "You... don't be fooled by him."
　　"What can he deceive me?" Dong Lingjiu said.
　　Zheng Yuheng's hand paused, and he came closer, with a serious face, and said worriedly: "You don't think he is better than me, right?"
　　Dong Lingjiu pretended to be in deep thought.
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to hug her, and rested his chin on Dong Lingjiu's shoulder. Tears came as soon as he said it, and his voice was sticky and painful, with a little hoarseness, and his voice was a little low: "Don't think about not wanting me, that's impossible. I am the person who likes you the most in the world. Even if you throw me out, I will find you myself and kill all those who prevent me from being with you-"
　　"Kill them all?" Dong Lingjiu replied with interest.
　　Zheng Yuheng held back for a moment, got stuck, and gritted his teeth and said, "Exile them all."
　　Dong Lingjiu laughed out loud, and she hugged Zheng Yuheng back, coughing a few times with laughter, and the other party hurriedly rubbed her back.
　　"Ahem...you, you are such a kind person." Dong Lingjiu raised her eyes, her eyes were already curved, "You are so angry, but you are still so kind. Amitabha, if Meng Zhen was here, every head would be cut off, and he would not calm down until everyone's head rolled."
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his head in sorrow and whispered, "...It's because...you are so good, it's natural for you to like Tan Niang, although you are a love rival, you haven't committed any crime that is intolerable by heaven. In the eyes of the ancient saints, it's me who is intolerable by heaven..."
　　Dong Lingjiu held his face and kissed him heavily on the forehead.
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little dazed, then his eyes lit up again, and he rubbed her and said, "You won't leave me just because of other young and handsome men, right? Right, right?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Of course, I'm a bit old, my waist is not very good, and my physical fitness is not very good. It's a bit tiring to deal with you alone." Zheng Yuheng's
　　ears reddened, and he became more and more demanding and said, "Don't count on anyone else except me. Tan Niang's body is delicate and weak, she can do anything without me, and I'm suitable for everything, my tongue is good, my body is good, anyway, I--"
　　Bang, Aunt Ruixue, who was fiddling with the stove with her back to the two of them not far away, stomped her feet, not knowing whether she was cold or what.
　　At Ruixue's reminder, Zheng Yuheng swallowed the rest of his words, reflected on his over-aggressive face, and reviewed himself carefully in his heart. When he turned around and saw Dong Lingjiu's profile, all those reviews and reflections disappeared. He couldn't help but move closer and whispered, "You kissed me just now, you molested me, I want to kiss you back."
　　Dong Lingjiu drank tea slowly, looking at the clear blue sky and plum blossom forest outside the round window divided by arcs. She said, "Why do you have so many requests? You are so unrestrained." As soon as
　　she finished speaking, Zheng Yuheng hugged her again, clinging to her like a snake. He muttered, "What is reservedness... I don't want it."
　　Dong Lingjiu was pestered to no end, so he had to kiss the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and the edge of his lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water, pecking away, and said softly: "Okay, stop it, I was just teasing you..." The
　　wind blew outside the window, the plum branches rustled slightly, the light snow fell, and the fragrance spread.
　　Zheng Yuheng got comfort from this, and his heart settled down, leaving only the little emperor with a headache. He returned to Yuan Palace and reviewed the remaining memorials, while he was still thinking about this matter in his heart. He estimated that the Imperial Censor Wei Zefang would come to his door one day and talk about this matter passionately. He didn't know whether Zheng Junzhi's method would work, and whether other prime ministers could stop him.
　　The little emperor was full of thoughts. Sometimes he thought of Zheng Yuheng's arrogant face and thought that he might as well let him die. But sometimes he turned over and thought that this man was not so bad. At least he was sincere in curing his mother's illness and assisting him. He was
　　entangled in this dilemma until late at night. Meng Cheng held Wang Wanrou, who had fallen asleep long ago, in his arms. Looking at the little prince who was also sleeping soundly not far away, he couldn't figure out what was going on. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, and finally he had to close his eyes.
　　The little emperor had just closed his eyes and hadn't taken a breath when a sentence suddenly rang in his mind, "Cheng'er, don't stop me"...
　　Cheng'er...
　　Cheng...
　　He opened his eyes quickly, stared at the top of the bed curtain, and slowly sat up.
　　Wang Wanrou woke up a little. She rubbed her eyes, turned to look at Meng Cheng, and whispered, "Your Majesty?"
　　"Good sister, don't worry about it." Meng Cheng put on his boots and put on his clothes. "I'll ask someone to ask Zheng Junzhi if he's asleep, and drag him out of the mother's palace for a walk."
　　Wang Wanrou was at a loss for a moment, and wondered, "Master Zheng..." "
　　I haven't slept yet, he's not allowed to sleep!" Meng Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "This bastard, I'll chop off his head sooner or later."
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