The new moon was just rising.
　　A line of carriages and horses gradually approached, the hoofbeats stopped, and the rustling of movements and conversations could be heard.
　　Although there were not many people, there were at least four or five carriages. When the carriages and horses stopped, Meng Cheng had not yet moved, but Meng Zhaiyue, who was traveling in men's clothes, got off the carriage first. She tied a leather belt around her waist and wore a bun. After admiring the newly planted banana trees outside the house, she knocked on the door.
　　Xu Xiang came here relying on the reputation of serving Meng Cheng. It was inconvenient for him to follow her, so he was accompanied only by a senior official from the princess's mansion. The senior official called her "Young Master" outside and asked, "Young Master, have you sent a visiting card? You come here without saying a word, with white brows and red eyes. Who knows, he might have gone to bed early and retired as soon as the sun went down."
　　Meng Zhaiyue said, "Originally, this is the etiquette, but since Bailongyu has surrendered, we might as well give him and my mother a surprise. It would not be a good idea to send a visiting card. It's just past dusk, and dinner may not have been had yet. You won't come here in vain."
　　As if to confirm what he said, soon a servant on night guard came to open the door and asked who it was. Meng Zhaiyue smiled and said, "Just tell your head that the Meng family came to our house and wants to beat up the poacher."
　　When the previous emperors were alive, they used to grant surnames and titles. Therefore, the families of meritorious officials in previous generations, some of whom became wealthy and some of whom declined, had the same surname as the royal family, which did not arouse suspicion.
　　Although the servant thought that this statement sounded like seeking revenge, he still went there honestly. After a moment, Zheng Yuheng came out to greet her in person. He bowed to her and wanted to call her Your Highness, but when he saw her attire, he immediately changed his words and joked, "Second Young Master Meng. Since Second Young Master wants to cause trouble for me, I have to treat you to a banquet to spend money to avoid disaster."
　　"You are going to spend more money than me today." Meng Zhaiyue turned around and gestured to him for the carriage. Zheng Yuheng thought that it was only the princess who found out about this and came to visit Dong Lingjiu, but she didn't expect that she could persuade Meng Cheng to bring all the young men in the imperial palace with their families to this small courtyard.
　　Meng Cheng got off the car with dignity and held Wang Wanrou, and stood with her, like a perfect couple.
　　Meng Cheng saw the banana tree in front of his door and snorted coldly, thinking that it was just so-so. How could it be better than the palace? Why was it so fascinating? It can be seen that the scenery was secondary. It was Zheng Yuheng who made his mother tired of the palace.
　　Meng Cheng was arrogant and glanced at him. He was a little annoyed with him at the moment, so he said in a bad mood: "What to eat, it's more important to pay respects to mother... mother. Let's lead the way, Mr. Zheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng knew that his temper changed from time to time, sometimes good and sometimes bad. The two of them were familiar with each other, and it was a private occasion to hide their identities, so he simply ignored him, turned around and led the few people in, and only talked and laughed with the princess.
　　The house is not big, with a bamboo forest planted, which has the artistic conception of thousands of bamboos in front of the window. Many places are newly decorated, the pavilions are majestic and beautiful, although not as luxurious and expensive as those in the palace, they also have the charm of simplicity and nature. A few fish are raised in the artificially dug small pond, swimming under the lotus leaves.
　　Meng Zhaiyue praised while looking at it, and felt that it was very refreshing and comfortable here. It could be seen that Zheng Yuheng had put a lot of effort into every plant and tree, so she praised him: "The plants and trees in the garden can be arranged so properly. Is there anything you can't learn?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Tan Niang... She also gave a lot of advice."
　　Meng Zhaiyue couldn't help but look back at her brother when she heard what he blurted out. Meng Cheng didn't get furious like he did when he first heard this title, but he still glared at Zheng Yuheng and said coldly: "Call her Madam."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Don't give bad ideas. You call people old."
　　Meng Cheng said: "Oh? Even if it's a bad idea, it's more proper than your mouth." Zheng
　　Yuheng silently lowered his voice and said: "No, I'll call you Tan Niang."
　　Even if he lowered his voice, Meng Cheng was not completely unable to hear it. If Wang Wanrou hadn't pulled him, he would have gone up to "reason" with Zheng Yuheng. Then he suppressed his anger and thought, this is Zheng Junzhi, if Zheng Junzhi doesn't make him angry a few times a day, then this man must have taken the wrong medicine... After thinking this way, he didn't burst out any anger, and his temper was smoothed by Zheng Junzhi.
　　Meng Zhaiyue picked a flower on the road and asked him, "Where is mother?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "She is reading "Nongsang Yaofang". When I was tidying up the garden, I hired several flower farmers and tenants from the suburbs of Beijing. One of them was literate. When I was planting flowers by the pond, Tan Niang asked for this book on the art of agriculture and sericulture from a flower farmer."
　　Meng Zhaiyue said, "If I had half the knowledge of mother, I wouldn't have to cram for a while in the Dali Temple. My brother and I don't like reading, and I don't know why we didn't take after her."
　　Since he didn't take after Dong Lingjiu, he must have taken after someone else. Zheng Yuheng muttered a few words in his mind, but did not mention the ancient saints. He just said in a way that made things more obvious: "The talents of children are the combination of their parents' dispositions and talents."
　　The scenery of this courtyard is very unique, and even Meng Cheng did not say much. The three of them entered the main hall and went to pay their respects to Dong Lingjiu first.
　　Meng Cheng was stunned when he opened the curtain and walked in. He almost did not recognize her.
　　Dong Lingjiu did not wear the expensive and complicated clothes in the palace, nor did she give up bright colors because of her status and age. She wore a scarlet round-necked robe with a belt that pinched out a slender figure. She was casual and simple, and unrestrained, which made people completely forget her identity as the queen mother.
　　Meng Cheng was speechless for a moment. After the ceremony, he suddenly didn't know how to persuade her.
　　Dong Lingjiu was also quite surprised to see a few people, and then smiled again: "Are you here to eat for free?"
　　Meng Zhaiyue came forward and hooked her arm, leaning against her side, and said in a rather naive tone: "Could it be that the Queen Mother only cares about her own happiness and doesn't care about us?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Then take your brother to the kitchen to help." Meng Zhaiyue
　　widened her eyes, looked at her hands that had never been in the kitchen, choked up, turned to look at her brother, and said: "What kind of noble dishes do I and my brother have to make in person?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "I like quietness, there are not many people here, if you come to eat, I'm afraid the cook will be too busy, so naturally the young lady and the young master will go in person?"
　　Meng Zhaiyue swallowed her saliva and turned to look at her brother. Meng Cheng was the emperor, and he had never seen what a kitchen looked like, so he gave her a helpless look.
　　Since the brother and sister can't cook, Queen Wang, who is of a high social status, naturally can't be relied on. She usually sends palace servants to tell them what to eat, and she doesn't even know what the stove looks like.
　　Meng Zhaiyue thought about it and felt that if they went, they wouldn't be able to eat until dawn, so she said coquettishly: "Mother, hire two more people. Why is Lord Zheng so stingy?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "This is called thrifty management."
　　"Anyway, you think he is good at everything." Meng Zhaiyue said, "Could it be that he can cook?"
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't know much else, but when asked about this, he had to mention his situation in the Zheng Mansion since he was a child, and his research on medicinal food after coming to the Cining Palace. He was so young, but he really knew how to cook.
　　"He doesn't know much." Dong Lingjiu said with a smile, "He can at least cook a hundred or eighty dishes." Meng Zhaiyue
　　heard this, the rest of the words choked in her throat, she stood up silently, took her brother's hand, and the two whispered: "Why didn't you bring a cook with you."
　　Meng Cheng: "How would I know if there are not enough cooks?"
　　"With your and my abilities, we probably can't help." Meng Zhaiyue was very practical, "Can my sister-in-law?"
　　"Since you were raised in a boudoir, isn't your sister-in-law the same?"
　　The two were mumbling to each other, looking worried. Seeing that Dong Lingjiu was not shaken at all, she asked Wang Wanrou to stay and talk to her mother. The brother and sister bit the bullet and went to find the kitchen. When they got there, they found it bustling with activity. The stove was already on fire. As soon as the lid was lifted, steam came out with a hiss.
　　Just as Meng Zhaiyue was staring blankly, Xu Xiang, who had been silent all the time, coughed lightly and whispered, "Let me help. Your Highness, just watch from the side and report to the queen."
　　Meng Zhaiyue turned to look at him. She and Meng Cheng had forgotten about this. Seeing him at this moment was like seeing a god descending from the sky. She quickly said, "No, no, you just need to tell me how to do it. I'm not stupid. Can't I learn it?"
　　...
　　Dong Lingjiu sent the chattering brother and sister out to work, and the room became much quieter. Wang Wanrou was sitting at the side doing needlework, with a koi carp pattern embroidered by Dong Lingjiu on top. The emperor and the princess had gone to the kitchen, and Wang Wanrou felt embarrassed to be idle, so she found something to do. Wang
　　Wanrou was twisting the thread beside her, quietly accompanying Dong Lingjiu to read a book. But she was tired of reading, so she put the book down, changed her position on the couch, opened the small window and looked out, saying, "It seems like there are signs of rain." Wang
　　Wanrou also looked and saw that the new moon outside was covered by dark clouds, and there was not a single star: "If it is going to rain, it's better to have a light rain. If it rains heavily, we will have to disturb you all night. Lord Zheng's yard has just been repaired, and our family has occupied it."
　　"There are quite a few rooms, but there is no one to serve, so you have to do it yourself." Dong Lingjiu said, "But living here for a while, my heart is more open and broad than in the palace, all troubles are gone, and I have no worries day and night."
　　As she finished speaking, it began to rain densely, and the sound of raindrops fell on banana leaves and thousands of bamboo poles, making a continuous crisp sound.
　　Dong Lingjiu did not close the window, but leaned against it. The cool and refreshing air splashed by the night rain overflowed from outside, making people clearer than any incense.
　　She asked, "Does the Queen like the palace?"
　　Wang Wanrou pondered for a while and said, "Your son... I can't say I like it, nor can I say I don't like it. I just married Your Majesty, and wherever Your Majesty is, I will be there. If he is a peasant and I am a country woman, we can farm and raise silkworms together. If he is a king and I am a queen, we can govern the country together and stabilize the country. Your son doesn't think too much."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "You should live more for yourself."
　　Wang Wanrou said, "This..."
　　"This is not what I should say to you. I should teach you to be a good wife and mother, gentle and virtuous." Dong Lingjiu smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I don't want to say that. If it were in the past, what I thought and thought about would not be important at all compared to the chessboard of the world..." Wang Wanrou
　　listened carefully. Amid the gurgling rain, she thought and asked, "Does the queen mother like the outside of the palace more?"
　　Dong Lingjiu did not answer, but said, "It's a pity that your father-in-law died early, otherwise when I figured it out, he would be the first emperor in the world to face a divorce."
　　Wang Wanrou was stunned and lowered her head, not daring to answer.
　　She didn't answer, but someone heard it. As soon as Dong Lingjiu finished speaking, a voice came from outside the window with a clear tone.
　　"Then I am truly to blame for this a thousand deaths--" Zheng Yuheng said, standing in front of the window in a bamboo hat, looking at her across the sill and saying, "Isn't it sad that the whole world is blaming a sinner like me? This will only be cured if Tan Niang kisses me."
　　His eyes were sparkling, his eyebrows were long and his eyes were starry, he was handsome and elegant, and just standing there made people feel refreshed, and their eyes were cleansed and purified. The longer Dong Lingjiu looked at him, the more he fell for her. She glanced at him and asked, "What have you been doing?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "The pots of orchids you put outside are about to wilt in the rain, and you don't care about them. What will happen to this family without me?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "If you weren't here, this family would be quiet and peaceful, without any trouble."
　　Zheng Yuheng lifted the last pot of orchid in her arms, placed it in front of the window, and placed it under her eyes, saying, "I'm angry when you say that."
　　She placed his orchid on Dong Lingjiu's left hand, just enough to block Wang Wanrou's sight. However, since he spoke, the queen lowered her head and embroidered silently, and she didn't dare to look at him any more. The
　　orchid leaves were dense and spread out in all directions, and the veins of the leaves were condensed with raindrops that had not fallen.
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him, thinking that he was trying to win the credit, and said, "What can you do
　　if you are angry? You can't bite me?" Zheng Yuheng came closer and said, "How dare I resist? Tan Niang is the boss..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved closer, sealed her lips, and bit her soft lips.
　　Dong Lingjiu hissed, grabbed his sleeve, glanced at his daughter-in-law, and then scolded him softly, "Little bastard, you should be beaten."
　　Zheng Yuheng kissed her again, and said softly, "If you don't want to, I'll go into the house and string the manuscript for you."
　　He meant to put the manuscript of the story written by Dong Lingjiu in the order of chapters, chisel out small holes, and then string it up with thread to prevent it from being lost.
　　"Okay," Dong Lingjiu said, "Come on."
　　While the two were talking, Meng Cheng and Meng Zhaiyue, who had returned from the kitchen, were collecting umbrellas on the corridor and saw Zheng Yuheng talking through the window from a distance. The two helped in front of the stove, and they were so exhausted that they doubted their lives. Finally, when the food was almost ready and served, the cook left Xu Xiang alone and drove them out.
　　The two washed and wiped their hands before coming out, and they had just borrowed an umbrella from the kitchen.
　　Meng Zhaiyue saw from afar and sighed, "They also have someone who can act like a spoiled child. Look at us, we get scolded for helping each other."
　　Meng Cheng glanced at her and said suddenly, "He is acting like a spoiled child to our mother."
　　Meng Zhaiyue paused, feeling a little uncomfortable, but still said, "Then...what's wrong with that?"
　　"What's wrong with that?" Meng Cheng said, "Look at this little vixen, he acts like a spoiled child to our mother so much, how long has it been since we did that? He hasn't even married into the family yet, but he's already vying for favor!"
　　Meng Zhaiyue looked at him strangely: "Marry into the family?"
　　The little emperor suddenly realized that what he said was very strange, especially like the words of a country gentry who married a young concubine, and the children were afraid that the concubine would share his property and favor... Meng Cheng's expression froze, and he said, "Anyway, he is wrong. If I say he is wrong, then he is wrong!"
　　The author has something to say:
　　"Guangya·Shiqin": Mom, mother. This word has been used since the Three Kingdoms period. Last time, a reader said that it was out of place. That may be because it is widely used in modern times because of the sense of distance between the ancient and modern times, so the title should also have a sense of distance. But this word is the first syllable learned by humans, so it is basically homophonic all over the world.
　　In fact, they usually call "mother queen", which is mostly written language. But in order to unify the names with TV dramas and operas (such as Aijia is opera language), ancient Chinese novels have created such an ancient language environment that is different from the real ancient words.
　　Little Emperor: I have been PUAed by Zheng Junzhi, woo woo.