Dong Lingjiu hadn't replied yet, Zhao Qing, who was wearing a light yellow silk skirt, came from not far away, stepped forward to greet Master Huizhi, and said: "My queen, Lord Zheng is here."
　　Dong Lingjiu said to Master Huizhi: "This is my little enemy." Then he looked at Zhao Qing again, "Qing'er, bring him to see me."
　　Zhao Qing responded, and soon, he saw Zheng Yuheng, who was wearing a plain bamboo leaf pattern, stepping in from the round gate of the courtyard. He was tall and straight, and his spirit was vigorous, like a pine, cypress and bamboo, and he had a bit of orchid and jade tree appearance.
　　Master Huizhi praised: "He is a beautiful and handsome man."
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled but didn't say anything, and didn't express his opinion. When Zheng Yuheng stopped in front of the two men and bowed, he smiled at him and said, "I heard that you have made great achievements in the court, and your reputation has become more and more famous. Why did you take the time to come to see me?"
　　Because there were outsiders, Zheng Yuheng did not say that he wanted to come, but found an excuse and said, "Your Majesty sent me."
　　"Sit down."
　　Zhao Qing took a rattan chair to him.
　　As soon as Zheng Yuheng sat down, he saw Aiai, the royal cat who was arrogant and lawless in the palace. Aiai was still raising her tail and was happy just now. When she saw him coming, her ears and tail drooped, and she meowed reluctantly, and actually jumped off the table, hid under the table, and then ran to the yard to catch butterflies.
　　In spring, flowers bloom, and the yard is full of life.
　　"Now that the nun has seen people, won't it be better to predict the future?" Dong Lingjiu continued the previous conversation.
　　Master Huizhi looked over and carefully examined Zheng Yuheng. She first praised her, then asked about her date of birth and place of origin. Finally, she twisted her Buddhist beads for a long time without saying anything. When the teacup was a little cooler, she said, "This little donor has the opportunity to help you solve your difficulties."
　　She had calculated Dong Lingjiu earlier. She had a fortune like hers, which was full of flowers and brocade, and her heyday was in her early years. She had the fortune to say what she meant and make the world follow her. However, after the age of 36, the fire in her fate would burn through the wood, and she would inevitably sigh that the hero died early and was at the end of her road. However, when
　　they met this year, Master Huizhi saw her expression and words and felt that there seemed to be changes, so she had the idea of ​​persuading her to realize the Buddha and let go of the sea of ​​suffering to prolong her life... Unfortunately, Dong Lingjiu still had no intention of doing so. Huizhi now met Zheng Yuheng again and vaguely figured out the reason for this change.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Although we are friends, you know me. I never keep these stories about fate and ghosts in my heart."
　　Huizhi smiled and said, "This is also what makes me sad. It's a pity that the donor has extraordinary understanding."
　　The two were just joking, but Zheng Yuheng listened quietly from the side and felt a little uneasy - although becoming a monk is peaceful, but for monks to cut off the worldly affairs, wouldn't she have to abandon her husband and children? How could this be possible?
　　Dong Lingjiu chatted with the nun for a while, and Huizhi got up to say goodbye. Dong Lingjiu asked her to have a vegetarian meal, but the nun said, "Although the vegetarian meal is good, it is a sin to disturb others," and then left.
　　Zhao Qing personally sent the nun Huizhi out. The two figures left the courtyard gate. When they passed the corner of the corridor with grape vines, Zheng Yuheng moved the rattan chair and sat in front of her, staring at her eagerly.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Cheng'er asked you to persuade me to return to the palace?"
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded first, then said, "I cried and begged him to let me go."
　　Dong Lingjiu was slightly surprised and touched his face.
　　"His Majesty really doesn't understand me," Zheng Yuheng sighed, "I have hinted to him many times, but His Majesty never understood. Last time he didn't let me come. I really couldn't help it. If I didn't make such a scene in front of him, he might not understand."
　　Dong Lingjiu: "Oh? You lied to him."
　　"No!" Zheng Yuheng immediately retorted, and said seriously, "It's true that I miss you so much, just feel it."
　　He grabbed Dong Lingjiu's hand and put it on his chest, then swore with his eyes fixed on it: "I really miss you. If I didn't know the seriousness of the matter, I would have come here a long time ago. If there is even one lie in this, I will die miserably..."
　　Dong Lingjiu pressed her lips against his and said softly, "Don't swear like that."
　　Although Zheng Yuheng stopped talking, his heart became active. He held her fingers, and nervously adjusted her sleeves a few times. He moved closer and closer, tilted his head to rub her earlobes and neck, and gently kissed Dong Lingjiu on the side of her cheek. He kissed her lightly and whispered, "Please keep me for two days."
　　Dong Lingjiu did not dodge and said, "I'll clean up the side room for you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng took a breath and said aggrievedly, "I don't even live in a side hall in the palace, and you want me to sleep in a room."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "You want to live with me? But my yard is not big, and my room is small, and Qing'er is sleeping on the outer bed. If you come, she will have to move to another room, and you will be the only one busy folding quilts and making the bed. It's not like in the palace, where you can ask a few palace maids on night duty to help light the tea stove."
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't think about anything else, and just murmured, "It's a good thing that there's no one else around."
　　"You're such a pervert," Dong Lingjiu smiled and poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, to prevent Zheng Yuheng's hand from dishonestly grabbing her wrist, touching and rubbing it, as if he was ready to make something. "From what you said, I can only hear one word of lust."
　　Zheng Yuheng's heart was pounding and her ears were burning, but she was reluctant to stay away, so she said, "Human...human nature, let alone you."
　　Speaking of human nature, Dong Lingjiu thought of someone and asked him, "How is Censor Xing now? Is he still making things difficult for you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't want her to mention someone else, so he stepped forward and kissed her lips, licked her soft red lips with his tongue, and whispered with a warm breath, "I don't care about him... Although this person is upright, he is narrow-minded. He thinks about you day and night but can't get you. After I was promoted, he suffered from a heart disease and vomited blood several times. His temper was much better after the illness, but he was a little depressed."
　　"What a pity." She said.
　　Zheng Yuheng opened his eyes wide, put down the teacup, bit her lips in a bad temper, and asked, "What's a pity?"
　　"It's a pity that such a good material is not used in the right place." Dong Lingjiu touched the teeth marks on his lips, "What do you think I pity about him? ... Lawless."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her red lips, and felt guilty and regretful again. He reached out and hugged her, approaching her and said, "I was wrong, Tan Niang, don't blame me, I'll blow it and it won't hurt." Before
　　Dong Lingjiu could say anything, Zheng Yuheng's arm went around her back, lowered his head and rubbed her shoulders, took a breath, and then suddenly lifted her up, hooked her legs and carried her horizontally, regardless of the messy chess on the stone table and the tea that had cooled in the wind.
　　Zheng Yuheng carried her all the way to the master bedroom in the courtyard. There was a gilded floor-standing incense burner higher than the knee in the room, and a long screen with pine and cranes in the middle. Outside the screen were bookshelves, a chessboard, a small table for sitting opposite each other under the moon in front of the window, and a bamboo mat. Going inside, there was a wide bed, covered with soft millet jade pillows and mattresses.
　　The curtains hanging from the top of the bed were not dense, with only two layers, inside and outside, and now they were pinned to the carved bedposts.
　　Compared with the configuration of the Cining Palace, the furnishings of the Chenxu Cottage were simple, unique, and simple and natural. Zheng Yuheng did not like luxury. He thought this place was very good, and this bed was also very good, and he should give him half of it.
　　He put Dong Lingjiu on the couch, took off her embroidered shoes and outer coat, and then covered her with the posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on her food, hugged her tightly and kissed her, rubbing, hugging, and kissing her, and spoke in a sweet and crooked way that made people feel embarrassed.
　　"I really miss you, don't hide... look at me..."
　　"Tan Niang... why are the buttons so tight..."
　　"I'll just hold you for a while, just for a while..."
　　He kept mumbling, and the content of his words was so indecent.
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at the top of the bed curtain and sighed, turned over, and threw the little Zheng Miao who was clinging to him aside. However, he was indomitable and held her from behind, complaining while holding her, saying that he had to face the civil and military officials in the court all day long, and discussed state affairs with His Majesty from morning to night, and there were men everywhere, and that he was annoyed by anyone other than Tan Niang in the world... and so on.
　　Dong Lingjiu was tired of listening, turned around, looked at him and said, "Take off your clothes."
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little stunned and swallowed his saliva: "Can I?"
　　"Of course," Dong Lingjiu said faintly, "I want to favor you."
　　Zheng Yuheng silently reached out to unbutton his clothes, then lowered his head. He was shameless just now, but now he suddenly became shy and blushed, saying, "Then you... can't regret it."
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't think he would regret it.
　　After all, it's not like nothing happened between the two of them. Although Zheng Yuheng was concerned about her body and didn't do anything crazy, she didn't think she couldn't handle it. According to her experience, Junzhi's level was much better than Mengzhen's. Was it because he had learned the art of sex?
　　Although she enjoyed it, she didn't indulge in it and always knew when to stop.
　　Dong Lingjiu originally thought that she would stop this time as well.
　　So the two of them discussed life and life in broad daylight, and conducted in-depth research on the profound male and female bedrooms. Dong Lingjiu had been quiet for a month, and she felt fresh and interesting at first, but Zheng Yuheng didn't know whether he had been holding it in for too long or felt that the opportunity was rare. He had changed from a kitten with bared fangs and claws to a rather difficult little leopard, and had gone beyond the size of cats that humans could control. Whenever he felt like he was going to be rejected, he would rub against Dong Lingjiu and pitifully tell her how hard and lonely he was.
　　At night, Dong Lingjiu's patience was exhausted. She kicked him off the couch, buried her head beside the pillow with her hair slightly wet, and said coldly, "Get lost."
　　Zheng Yuheng picked up her clothes and put them on. She didn't dare to say anything back. She silently poured her a cup of tea, then lay down beside the bed and touched the back of her hand tentatively.
　　Dong Lingjiu quickly took it back, looked up at him, and said expressionlessly, "You ruined my one-month practice by coming here. You are really amazing. Don't bother me anymore."
　　Then she closed the bed curtain and isolated Zheng Yuheng from outside.
　　Little Master Zheng felt very guilty. He stayed outside for a while, and then went to diligently boil hot water for Tan Niang to get up and wash. He changed his clothes and didn't dare to go out again, for fear of running into Zhao Qing, the maid who had been guarding the door all day.
　　Zheng Yuheng was tidying up things in the room, taking away the soiled clothes, and sewing up the loosened bed curtain ropes, deliberately making a little noise so that Dong Lingjiu could hear that he was not leaving, and then he went to tidy up the bookshelf.
　　When he was in the Cining Palace, he had also sorted out books for Dong Lingjiu. Although the bookshelf here was small, there were quite a few rare ancient books in it. Zheng Yuheng carefully sorted them out and put them back in order. Just as he was about to tidy up the manuscripts she had placed on the table, he accidentally knocked a volume off, so he leaned down to pick it up.
　　These manuscripts seemed to be a kind of chapter-by-chapter story, most of which were in Dong Lingjiu's own handwriting, an extremely extraordinary Zhang Menglong stele. Zheng Yuheng picked them up in order and couldn't help but read some of them. He felt that they were written vividly and interestingly, so he picked them up slower and slower and read longer and longer. At the end, he almost wanted to go back to bed and urge her to submit the manuscripts in person.
　　But this thought only lasted for a moment. Little Master Zheng estimated his image at the moment, and he was afraid that he must be a lecherous person. He dared not speak for the time being, and had to pretend to be well-behaved and docile for a while to restore his image in Tan Niang's heart.
　　Just as he was thinking about this, Zheng Yuheng touched a roll of unusual paper. He glanced over and did not see the familiar Zhang Menglong stele, but a roll of neat running script commonly used in the palace. However, this was not written by Zhao Qing, but also by Dong Lingjiu.
　　Zheng Yuheng only saw a few words, and his expression suddenly stagnated. He stood up again, put the manuscript of the story on the table, and involuntarily spread out the running script scroll and read it silently.
　　This is obviously only a first draft, with many signs of deletions and adjustments on it. The person who wrote it seemed to have thought about it countless times, and every sentence has a hidden meaning and hidden feelings.
　　The author has something to say:
　　Master: Fortunately, I ran fast. (wipes sweat)