After the Lantern Festival, the imperial decree to transfer Zheng Yuheng was issued to the court, leaving only one month to hand over the affairs, and then he officially entered the Ministry of Revenue.
　　There are not many people like him who have been promoted frequently and have rich experience at a young age since the founding of this dynasty. When he took office this time, his two identities were also combined into one. Meng Cheng personally "leaked" his identity, returning it to the orthodox, and there was a verifiable family tree as a foundation. This was also in line with the results of the last investigation of Zheng Yuheng, making him more in line with etiquette. The
　　Imperial Hospital cancelled the name of this medical officer on the surface, but at this moment, he actually did not need any medical officer identity to cover it up. It was like a deck of cards pushed down on the table, and it was no longer the time to draw cards and piece them together. It could be said that the momentum was already established.
　　The north wind stopped, and spring was revealed.
　　Dong Lingjiu personally escorted Mu Xuehua out of the capital, along with Meng Shen and his wife and the young prince. The Qilin Guards were divided into two teams to escort the people of the palace out of the capital and back to their fiefdoms.
　　Before Mu Xuehua left, she had a long talk with the Queen Mother for several days. However, when she returned today, she couldn't help but shed tears on her sleeves. She looked back reluctantly and sighed, "I don't know when we will meet again after we part. Please take care."
　　Dong Lingjiu stared at her and said softly, "Go... Take care of yourself too."
　　Mu Xuehua turned around with tears in her eyes.
　　The train was moving away like ants. Dong Lingjiu looked at the dust raised by the horses' hooves, raised her hand and rubbed her knuckles, as if she could also feel the chill of early spring.
　　Zhao Qing gathered her cloak and changed the hand warmer and handed it to her.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "These two years... It seems that one year is faster than the other."
　　Zhao Qing paused.
　　"Qing'er, has Xuan Jingyun gone to invite the emperor?"
　　"I know he has." Zhao Qing replied, "Your Majesty, let's go back too."
　　When Dong Lingjiu returned to the Cining Palace, Meng Cheng was already waiting in the palace. Seeing her figure, he hurriedly came up to her and said, "Your son pays respects to your mother."
　　After that, he welcomed Dong Lingjiu in and personally took off her cold cloak.
　　The two sat opposite each other by the warm stove and chessboard. This game of chess was the one that Dong Lingjiu played with Zheng Yuheng last night. As soon as Meng Cheng sat down, a knowledgeable maid came forward to pull down the chessboard and presented two cups of hot tea.
　　Before he could even drink tea, Meng Cheng asked, "Why did the Queen Mother
　　come to see me?" Dong Lingjiu felt that he had already figured it out, and had probably guessed something, so he asked so urgently, "I've told you before."
　　"Mother..."
　　"I want to stay in the temporary palace for a while," she said, "to relax."
　　Meng Cheng was obviously a little uneasy - because she said she would go to the temporary palace temporarily, but in fact, the temporary time was uncertain. Just as the adults in the court were worried, there was a suspicion of "abandoning the court and hiding from the world." Even if that was not the case, at least for a period of time, he would have to make his own decisions no matter what.
　　Although the temporary palace was not far away, it was a bit of a pipe dream to go back and forth between the Ziwei Palace and the temporary palace every day. Even if Meng Cheng had made progress at this moment, he could not help but feel a little uncertain.
　　But when Dong Lingjiu said this, she was not discussing it, but just telling him.
　　Rather than relaxing, it was also a test for Meng Cheng.
　　"You don't have to persuade me," she said, stopping Meng Cheng's prepared speech in his stomach. Then he paused and said, "I have already thought about this matter. If it is just to inform you, there is no need to discuss it with you. But there is one thing... I have to discuss it with the emperor."
　　She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Qing. The maid Zhao immediately understood, stepped back a few steps, and took out all the attendants around the emperor and the maids on duty in the Cining Palace. The sound of the pearl curtain stopped, and only she and Meng Cheng were left in front of her .
　　The little emperor didn't know what was going on, and he was quite nervous when he saw this.
　　"After a hundred years..." She said carefully, "You let Zheng Junzhi guard the imperial mausoleum."
　　Meng Cheng was stunned.
　　Although he was not smart enough, he could also guess that his mother wanted to train Zheng Junzhi. Isn't this for him? Moreover, although this person often makes people angry, he is indeed a loyal and undoubted minister. Meng Cheng's grudges have almost been completely eliminated. Under normal circumstances, Zheng Junzhi would have become the prime minister in the court, second only to the emperor. How could the queen mother be willing to ruin his bright future?
　　Meng Cheng looked puzzled and thought: "Mother, is this a bit..."
　　"I misjudged him," Dong Lingjiu drank a sip of tea and lowered his eyes. "If not, I'm afraid you will see your beloved minister secretly digging the imperial tomb and getting into the tomb of me and your father."
　　Meng Cheng was dumbfounded and even more confused.
　　"I'm joking." Dong Lingjiu said, "but you have to listen to what the queen mother says. I will write a will in advance and hand it to you. Then you can show it to him in person... maybe it will be fine." Meng Cheng
　　didn't know whether what she said was true or false. This joke was too bizarre. He reacted for a moment before nodding and saying: "Son, I understand."
　　"And..." Dong Lingjiu supported her chin, as if thinking, and said to him, "It's enough to let him guard the spirit alone. Except for the sacrificial ceremony, you don't have to visit or worship him. Let him be quiet."
　　Meng Cheng said, "Isn't this... too cruel and cold?"
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and said, "Cruel and cold?" Then she muttered to herself, repeating, "Who made me such a cruel and cold person?"
　　Then she said, "You don't understand, Junzhi is sweet on the outside but bitter on the inside. If he doesn't do this, he will suffer even more."
　　Meng Cheng felt a little mysterious when he heard it. Thinking of Zheng Yuheng's vividness and sharp words when facing him, although he couldn't understand it, he wrote it down one by one. Dong Lingjiu
　　asked about the taxation of Tonghai again, and examined many internal affairs of the court one by one. Then he let the little emperor go back and set a date for him to stay in Kunning Palace.
　　After the first month of the year, the Empress Dowager Yi left the palace and went to the National Temple to pray for good weather, peace and prosperity, and then stayed in the Kunning Palace.
　　Meng Cheng couldn't ask in time, which meant that little Master Zheng, who was good at climbing over walls and beds, couldn't come every day, but was held up by court affairs. But he understood that Dong Lingjiu really came to ask for peace and freedom, to cultivate his body and mind. Compared with his thoughts, if Tan Niang could open her mind and be open-minded, then this was the benefit of leaving the cage of the deep palace, which was difficult to achieve with countless medicines. It was
　　precisely because Zheng Yuheng had this special understanding of her that he felt that it was an extremely rare blessing for her to make up her mind to leave the palace and let go of everything to change to another place. So he behaved differently from what the little emperor thought - he didn't make a fuss, nor was he absent-minded. Instead, his work efficiency increased by a large margin. He didn't seem to feel busy from morning to night. He was clearly busy, but he could still find time to pull Meng Cheng up in the middle of the night to ask for advice on the people's livelihood.
　　Meng Cheng felt dizzy and thought of the last time he was pulled up. He felt that this was really a kind of revenge. But it was not a bad thing that the other party urged him to be diligent in state affairs, so he was forced to start the busiest period since he ascended the throne.
　　During this period, without the comfort of his mother... or Zheng Yuheng, who lost the suppression, the workaholic and obsessive-compulsive disorder made Meng Cheng unbearable, and the court officials also looked at him differently. Even the officials of the Ministry of Revenue who originally wanted to embarrass this new boss were numbed and stunned, and completely shrank their heads like a quail and pretended to be dead.
　　Even Zheng Junzhi's boss, Wen Haolan, who was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, always felt a chill in his back. He thought, no wonder he was promoted three times in two years. He wouldn't be thinking about his position as a minister, which he hadn't even warmed up yet
　　, and wanted to be a prime minister at the age of 20, right? Although this was purely Wen Haolan's overthinking, it was enough to show how much Meng Cheng had suffered recently - his mother left the palace to cultivate her character, and there was no one to guide her behind her back. Zheng Junzhi also urged him fearlessly. The little emperor wanted to ask the Purple Guards to pull him out several times and let me sleep, but he endured it for the sake of his mother. With his "good temper", he climbed up and became a wise emperor.
　　Because of this, one month after Dong Lingjiu left the palace, no one in the court made any unusual moves in the absence of the empress dowager, and there was not even a single mistake. The officials who wanted to take this opportunity to relax and make some money all gave up this idea under this circumstance.
　　At the end of February, the willow wind was lingering, and there was a drizzle on the spring night.
　　The lights were on in Guiyuan Palace. Meng Cheng drank the tonic soup prepared by Zheng Junzhi while sitting with him under the light. In front of him were several articles on tax reform and legal reform. He had been listening to this matter from morning till night and was already dizzy and exhausted. He could only concentrate and listen to Zheng Junzhi's analysis of this matter.
　　Suddenly, the lights flickered slightly, and a moth flew in from the window gap, flew into the fire, and burned with a hissing sound. Zheng Yuheng was stunned when he saw the moth flying into the fire. Meng
　　Cheng was listening and felt sleepy. When he stopped, he became alert instead. He thought that he had stopped talking because he realized that he didn't hear him. As a result, when he looked up, he found that Zheng Yuheng was staring at the remaining moth on the candle without moving.
　　"Mr. Zheng?" He called out seriously, "What's wrong?"
　　Nowadays, people in the court no longer call Zheng Yuheng "Little Lord Zheng", but directly call him "Lord Zheng" to show respect for his ability and talent.
　　Zheng Yuheng pointed at the candle flame and whispered, "Even a moth, if it likes fire, can fly into the fire at will. But I can't."
　　Meng Cheng was confused. He didn't know what these literati were being sarcastic about. Then he saw Zheng Yuheng couldn't hold back his handsome but expressionless face. He suddenly grabbed Meng Cheng's hand and choked up, "I haven't seen her for twenty-seven days!"
　　Meng Cheng said blankly, "You..."
　　He didn't finish his words. Once Zheng Yuheng choked up, she couldn't stop sobbing in an instant. She pulled Meng Cheng's sleeve to wipe her tears, and cried opposite him, saying, "I miss your mother so much!"
　　Meng Cheng: "..."
　　He cried as he spoke, and wiped his tears with Meng Cheng's clothes. The little emperor felt a lump in his chest and really wanted to slap him, but then he remembered his hard work these days and the words his mother told him before leaving the palace. He felt a little guilty and forced himself to hold back.
　　"Last time on a day off, you said that the court was busy and I couldn't stay for half a day, so you wouldn't let me go..." Zheng Yuheng said in a hoarse voice with red eyes, "I should have gone to see her a long time ago. She must have thought that I didn't care about her and would be angry with me."
　　The veins on Meng Cheng's forehead bulged. He pulled his sleeves back, stood up and said, "Don't think I really won't kill you! I've tolerated you for a long time!"
　　Zheng Yuheng said sadly, "Then Your Majesty, please kill me. I haven't seen the Queen Mother for 27 days. There's no point in living."
　　After that, he looked up at the golden dragon ceiling, raised his finger to wipe the water marks on his face, and said, "I might as well be a moth."
　　Meng Cheng took a deep breath. He suddenly missed the expressionless, cold and poisonous Zheng Aiqing before tonight. There must be something wrong with this man's brain... He took a breath, calmed down, sat down again, poked his shoulder, and said, "Don't cry, I'll give you a day off."
　　Zheng Yuheng paused while wiping her tears and looked at him hopefully.
　　"I will give you my last leave as well." Meng Cheng said generously, "Go visit my mother for me and ask her to come back to the palace as soon as possible."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at him and nodded.
　　Meng Cheng said, "I usually think you are quite calm, how come you get sick without any signs?"
　　"Otherwise there wouldn't be the phrase 'can't help feeling'." After Zheng Yuheng finished speaking, he quickly expressed his gratitude and said, "Your Majesty still knows me, you are really my good brother, I will thank you for my whole life, I will go back and pack up, and leave tomorrow."
　　After saying that, he stood up and left. When he left Guiyuan Palace, he heard the Purple Guards at the door exclaiming, "Lord Zheng is loyal to the emperor and the country, and he gets up early and sleeps late" and so on...
　　Meng Cheng looked at the articles and memorials on tax reform in front of him, and reacted belatedly - Zheng Junzhi, you are sick, who is your good brother? !
　　...
　　Kunning Palace.
　　As soon as Dong Lingjiu moved in, she first met Concubine De and several old acquaintances, and then lived in a courtyard called Chenxu Xiaozhu, where she planted flowers and fished, cultivated her character, and let her snowflakes run wildly in the yard, scratching the swing frame decorated with flowers with claw marks.
　　She isolated herself from all visitors, ignored the mundane world, and did not bring many people with her. It was quiet and natural, except for a little quietness, which could be regarded as a fairy day.
　　In this quiet month, Dong Lingjiu adjusted her mood and compiled what she had seen in the past 20 years into a book, telling it in the form of a folk story, blurring the dynasties, and calling herself "the master of Fengyue".
　　It was not just about writing stories. More often, she was reflecting and looking back on the half-life she had experienced, and adjusting her mood for the will... because she vaguely got a sense of fate, and foresaw that those final handwritings would be repeatedly rubbed in his hands and recited in his mouth... She had to be serious.
　　After the rain, the spring cools down. Dong Lingjiu and Master Huizhi are arguing and playing chess in the courtyard. When the game is about to end, Aiai, who was sleeping on the tree, falls from the branches and leaves and throws herself into Dong Lingjiu's arms. The branches and flower buds she brought down scatter on the chessboard, making the chess game a mess.
　　Dong Lingjiu hugged the cat and shook her head with a smile. Master Huizhi of Luoyue Temple also laughed generously and said repeatedly: "You saved me from a loss, so you can be called a good cat slave!"
　　Dong Lingjiu rubbed its head and whispered softly: "You naughty little beast."
　　"This is clearly praising it, not scolding it. There is no word of winning or losing, and it is a wild and interesting game." Master said.
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Master, you really hurt it."
　　As soon as she let go, Aiai climbed onto the table arrogantly. Without Zheng Yuheng's favor, the cat became more and more lawless.
　　Nun Huizhi turned to look at Dong Lingjiu and said, "When you came to Luoyue Temple to meet me before, you seemed to have a lot on your mind. Now that I have seen you, your worries have been gone and you feel much more relaxed and open."
　　"Nun, you have a keen eye," Dong Lingjiu said, "My husband died early, so I don't need to worry about him. My children have grown up and are mature. Now my only worry is about that enemy."
　　Nun Huizhi pinched her Buddhist beads and twisted them, saying, "If you don't mind, I will tell you a fortune. If you can resolve this grievance in this world early, with your Buddha nature and compassion, you will surely be able to cultivate great virtues and achieve Bodhi in the next life."
　　The author has something to say:
　　Meng Cheng (closes his eyes): Good brother... (opens his eyes) Zheng Junzhi!!!
　　The little emperor has been very good to little Zheng. It can be said that he has reached the limit of being a good brother...
　　It's almost over, the closer it is to the end, the harder it is orz, don't worry, I won't become a nun, the queen has the wisdom that Buddhism can't get x
　　Fengyue Master: From Su Shi's "Lingao Xianti", the original text is "Rivers, mountains, wind and moon, originally have no permanent owner, the idle are the masters."