Zheng Yuheng and Meng Cheng were not able to understand what happened.
　　The two just had a vague premonition, but did not have time to ask. On the second day, the attitude of the Censorate changed drastically, and even the censor Xing, who was embarrassing people, was pale, but did not say a word, obviously receiving some kind of warning and reminder.
　　Zheng Yuheng took off his handcuffs and watched the clerk seal up the case file of the matter. The wound on his hand was worn for too long, and the injury was aggravated, so he needed to recuperate for a while, but this time the heavy object was removed, and he did not need to suffer more wear and tear, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.
　　Little Master Zheng had enough rest and his mind was working. He assisted Meng Cheng in solving the beginning and end of the matter, and then finally couldn't help but quietly visit the Cining Palace after a few days of separation. On
　　the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, two little maids lit a bright little lantern outside and hung it on the small door where the palace people were on duty at night. Because Du Shangyi went to the Shanggong Bureau to help, the atmosphere in the palace was obviously much more lively and noisy. The maids who were not on duty set up a stove in the low house where the palace servants lived and ate hot pot. Some of them leaned on the small couch to embroider and knit.
　　The door curtain with small lanterns rustled, and a person stepped in, patted the snow on his shoulders, turned around and said, "I knew you were lazy here. The queen likes quietness, and only a few people are left in the palace to serve, but you all ran over to rest. Whose meat is being stewed on the stove in that room? It smells so good that I am dying of greed."
　　"Maid Cui, that's what Sister Manman stewed. Do you want to eat it? I'll serve you a bowl." A young maid put down her needlework and stood up and said.
　　"I won't eat. Please sit down." Cui Ling said, "There are only two maids left in the medicine room to watch the stove. The queen took the medicine this morning and said it was too bitter to drink. I told Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen to stew a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar in the evening. If anyone sees her, please tell her."
　　"Oh, don't worry." The little maids responded in unison.
　　As they were talking, the blurry snow was reflected in the window screen outside. The palace servant by the window put his eyes close to it and said, "Dr. Zheng is here. It seems that we don't have to worry about taking medicine and eating today."
　　Everyone squeezed up to see and saw that little Master Zheng was wearing a dark black cloak. The cloak looked a little familiar, as if it was made in the Cining Palace. It should be given to him by the queen. The handcuffs on his body had been removed, and his steps were brisk.
　　"It has been four or five days." Cui Ling was slightly stunned when he heard this.
　　"Yes, Sister Cui, you don't have to serve. Come and eat with us. Doctor Zheng is in the palace. Who is as considerate as him?"
　　As they said that, several people pulled Cui Ling over and sat down on the other side of the small couch, warming her hands with the warmth of the stove.
　　Except for Aunt Yuewan, who valued rules and etiquette, almost all the maids in the Cining Palace were "bribed" by Master Zheng. They were used to it and were not surprised. They even made room for Zheng Yuheng.
　　Zheng Yuheng did not expect this. Although it was cold, he felt that the palace was too quiet. When he quietly entered through the small door, it was so quiet that even footsteps and breathing were particularly obvious. There was only the rustling sound of the pen touching the paper.
　　Zheng Yuheng looked through the beaded curtain and saw a girl about fifteen years old sitting behind a small table under Dong Lingjiu's left hand. She was young and timidly practicing calligraphy with Aunt Ruixue, while Dong Lingjiu was reading a book on it.
　　Zheng Yuheng slowed down his pace, gave Aunt Ruixue a quiet gesture, and then quietly approached and walked to the side of Dong Lingjiu.
　　She seemed to hear someone coming, but she continued to read as usual without moving.
　　Zheng Yuheng stretched out a hand, hooked the fingertips of Dong Lingjiu that were pressed on the back of the book, rubbed them with his fingertips for a moment, leaned over, and smelled the scent of paper and ink printed on the pages of the book. As soon as
　　Dong Lingjiu's fingers were hooked, she realized that the person who came was not a maid who brought tea and water, but a young man who had suffered a lot of grievances outside and had not been able to come to act coquettishly for five or six days. She pretended not to know, still did not react, and calmly turned the page.
　　Zheng Yuheng slowly lowered his height, lowered his body and half-knelt in front of the low couch she was leaning on, and slowly squeezed himself over to occupy Dong Lingjiu's reading space.
　　She moved back half an inch, couldn't help but put down the book with a smile, and held his face with her hands: "Be good, kneel here."
　　After that, she picked up the book again, changed her posture, and put the spine of the book on him like a bookshelf.
　　Zheng Yuheng naturally couldn't be a bookshelf obediently. His patience only lasted for a moment, and then he looked at the cover and said: "A Night Tour of Huangzhou...a landscape sketch while living abroad."
　　"Have you read it?"
　　"No." Zheng Yuheng said, "I have never left the capital."
　　"It's a good thing to be born at the foot of the sky and in a prosperous city." She paused, "Studying and studying medicine since childhood, you have to pass the imperial examination and inherit the family tradition. I think it must be very busy."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Busy... but not hard."
　　But he has been thinking about Tan Niang for a long time.
　　Zheng Yuheng stretched out his hand to hold the scroll, leaned over to cover the pages, put his face close to it, and said, "Look at me."
　　Dong Lingjiu studied his facial features and said, "You've lost some weight. What's so good about you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was slightly stunned, and his tone suddenly became a little sad, saying, "I...are you tired of seeing you?"
　　"Tired." Dong Lingjiu said in a straightforward tone, smiling, "If you hadn't come today, I wouldn't have remembered what you look like after not seeing you for a few days."
　　Zheng Yuheng gritted his teeth, hugged her and opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to bite her fiercely. Dong Lingjiu raised her finger to his lips, tilted her head and ordered, "Take Tan Nu away."
　　At least she remembered that she couldn't poison the little girl's eyes, even if the child was already married.
　　Ruixue responded, quickly packed up the scroll, and led Tan Nu down to recite the Book of Songs. The little girl didn't dare to look up, and blushed as she followed her aunt out the door.
　　She had been here for two days, and she also felt homesick and uneasy, but the maids in Cining Palace treated her very well, and none of them had bad tempers. They played tumbling ropes, thumb wars, and winnowing money, and in winter, they ate pots and made snowmen. All kinds of food and play were rich and enthusiastic. It was like a paradise in the deep palace. Because Cining Palace had a high status and was controlled by the queen, it was actually more joyful here than the deep mansions of the Wei Mansion.
　　Joy does not mean slackness. On the contrary, when it was time to be on duty at night, there were Qilin Guards outside and the rear province inside, rotating day and night without slacking off.
　　After Ruixue took the little girl out, the other maids who had good eyes also retreated behind the curtain.
　　Dong Lingjiu then put down his hand, brushed off the corner of his clothes, and said, "How dare I say that I'm tired of you? If I say that, won't Mr. Zheng cry to death in front of me? Amitabha, do good deeds and accumulate virtue. How can I be kind to others like this and disregard your life like this?"
　　Zheng Yuheng reached out and lifted her hand, pressing it to the corner of his eye: "Touch it, I'm about to cry."
　　Dong Lingjiu touched his red and slightly hot eyes, and said helplessly: "It's only been a few days..."
　　"It's been a long time." Zheng Yuheng said, "Don't you miss me?"
　　Similarly, how could Dong Lingjiu dare to say that she didn't miss him, and little Lord Zheng would have cried so hard that the Cining Palace would collapse. He hurriedly said: "I miss you, but I miss you so much that I can't eat or sleep at night."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Don't think so much, not eating or sleeping is not good for your health."
　　He hugged Dong Lingjiu reservedly and contentedly, leaned over and pecked the corner of her lips, as light as water, and then unabashedly sucked a trace of peach pink on her neck, and then whispered: "It's so obvious, too lewd."
　　Dong Lingjiu asked: "Then why are you still making trouble?"
　　Zheng Yuheng blushed slightly: "If I don't make trouble, how can others know that Tan Niang likes me so much? I have to show them a little color, or you can kiss me back."
　　After that, he held Dong Lingjiu's hand and put it on the collar, looking at her expectantly.
　　Empress Dowager Dong pondered for a moment, took her hand back very seriously, and said: "I'm afraid Cheng'er will be the first to die of anger... He has done a good job in government affairs in the past six months, and you have contributed to it." Zheng Yuheng
　　was praised with satisfaction and nodded, and then said: "Cheng'er said that after the New Year, I will be transferred back to the Ministry of Revenue. At the end of the year, Minister Xu submitted two memorials to ask for his bones to return home, but he has not approved them yet. He said that Wen Haolan, Wen Shilang, will be promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and I will be Shilang, and I will be his subordinate."
　　"Wen Haolan has always taken good care of you because of the wrong accounting case in the Ministry of Granaries. It's a good idea to give him the title of Vice-Minister of State Affairs and let him enter the Government Affairs Hall. As for you... although this is not a small official, you have experienced a lot in the past few years and have made many contributions. As long as the Minister of the Central Secretariat has no objection, this matter can be carried out smoothly." After Dong Lingjiu finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Who allowed you to call him that?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said in a low voice, "I follow Tan Niang's call," and then said obediently, "I was wrong, I should call you Your Majesty."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "He is older than you, calling him Cheng'er is not respectful enough."
　　Zheng Yuheng pondered for a while, and tried: "Then I... call him brother?"
　　Dong Lingjiu's eyes fell on his face uncertainly, turned back and forth, and said, "Next time, even if he wants to beat you to death, I will not stop him."
　　Zheng Yuheng thought silently in his heart, even if I called him that in private, the little emperor would not know. But last time, I was so anxious that I said something wrong. He remembered it in the middle of the night and dragged me away from the palace at midnight. He insisted on watching the moon with me. In the cold winter, with the cold air, he insisted on reciting poems to the moon. As we were talking, we had a quarrel. When I went to court the next day, I was so sleepy that I felt like a Buddha had been born and two Buddhas had ascended to heaven. His Majesty the Emperor was in high spirits and looked like he had avenged his great revenge.
　　Petty.
　　Meng Cheng has an impulsive personality, but he is not a bad person, just a little petty.
　　Zheng Yuheng ignored this and asked Dong Lingjiu for a kiss. The two talked about spending the New Year in the palace. Among them, Meng Shen and the princess of Lin'an Palace will go to Beijing to pay homage. After the fifteenth day, they will return to their fiefdoms with the old princess. And Meng Zhaiyue, who is busy with her career, will put down everything at hand and go to the palace to accompany the Queen Mother.
　　In addition, this year has added a little prince, so this year is expected to be very lively.
　　At this point, Dong Lingjiu remembered his extraordinary talent in writing poems and essays, and suddenly said: "When the prince is old enough to start learning, you should go to Chonghua Palace to teach him."
　　Zheng Yuheng subconsciously said: "I am still young and have little knowledge..."
　　"It doesn't matter," Dong Lingjiu said, "The emperor will naturally choose a prince tutor for him, but there are more than one prince tutor in Chonghua Palace. If you go back to the Ministry of Revenue to be a minister, you are so young and promising, and it is understandable to teach children. And..."
　　Zheng Yuheng held his breath and listened.
　　"The little prince should be closer to you, otherwise..." She said meaningfully.
　　...
　　Zheng Yuheng's hand was not healed yet, so he used this as an excuse to rest in Cining Palace for two days, and wrote memorials to the little emperor every day to ask for leave due to illness. He pondered over it at the desk, and wrote with sincerity and tears.
　　Meng Cheng could still bear it at first, and was too lazy to have any conflict with him, until he came to pay respects to Dong Lingjiu, and saw Zheng Yuheng changing the medicine in a "delicate" manner, and told the queen mother that her hand hurt, and asked her to blow it... The little emperor's calm and patient brain exploded, and he picked up the little vixen with a fierce momentum, and said with a dark face: "Zheng Aiqing, you are young and strong, and it's time to go back to court."
　　Zheng Yuheng struggled, and looked at Dong Lingjiu pitifully for help. However, his dear Tan Niang ignored it, with a smile on her face, as if her face was written "Love between children is short, state affairs are more important."
　　Alas, his good wife is good in everything, but she is too concerned about the overall situation.
　　Zheng Yuheng was reluctantly dragged out of the Cining Palace by the little emperor. On the first day he came back to work, he met the princess entering the palace and presented the revised version of "Da Yin Law Commentary" compiled by Mr. Wang Mingyan and his disciples to the imperial desk.
　　A thin volume of "Shuyi", which quoted relevant case books, laws and decrees implemented by the previous dynasty, the current situation of local prefectures and counties, and even the judgment documents after some measures were implemented in Beijing, were piled up one by one, covering Meng Cheng's desk.
　　Meng Zhaiyue looked like she hadn't slept well for two days, but her eyes were shining. She sat opposite her brother with a big horse and a golden sword, looking at Meng Cheng and Zheng Yuheng.
　　She didn't say anything, but it was hard to ignore her work.
　　Zheng Yuheng took a deep breath and buried his head in reading "Shuyi" with the little emperor. His mind had not yet returned from the gentle land of Cining Palace. His reaction was a little slow and he looked dazed.
　　Because the matter was serious, Meng Zhaiyue was very nervous. She stared at the two of them carefully and found that Zheng Yuheng was a little absent-minded, so she leaned over and poked his shoulder, whispering: "Neck?"
　　"What..."
　　"Mark."
　　Zheng Yuheng's face flushed red, and he hurriedly reached out to pull it to cover it up. He stopped halfway and suddenly remembered that something was wrong. Tan Niang was concerned about his going to court, so she didn't bite his neck.
　　He turned his head and saw Meng Zhaiyue sighing faintly, then burst into laughter and said, "You are still so honest, Lord Zheng." "
　　What honesty?" The little emperor, who was reading the handwriting with his chin on the side, interrupted very naturally, "Just a shameless male vixen."
　　Meng Zhaiyue exclaimed a little exaggeratedly, nodded and said, "Oh, my brother and I are really... heroes think alike!"
　　The author has something to say:
　　In imagination ,
　　Xiao Zheng: I am the little daddy!
　　In reality,
　　Xiao Zheng: You all bully me, woo woo. Tan Niang qaq