Dong Lingjiu saw through the intention of the young doctor.
　　But she did not blame him at all. She smiled as she looked at him with embarrassment, blushing and beating heart, and said vaguely: "Do you have anything else to complain?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was thin-skinned to begin with, and he had already exhausted all the tricks he had learned without a teacher. He could no longer raise his head, so he could only whisper: "No... I was wrong."
　　Dong Lingjiu asked: "Why was I wrong again? Didn't I feel wronged? The emperor was talking to you outside the door, and they must have heard it."
　　After that, she turned her head and ordered: "Let the eunuch on duty come in."
　　Zheng Yuheng's hand hooked on her sleeve suddenly tightened, and he felt extremely guilty. He even hooked his fingers and then loosened them, huddled in his palm, wanting to persuade him, but not knowing how to start.
　　Although His Majesty the Emperor reprimanded him twice, the content was not harsh at all, and he did not mean to drive him away without knowing right or wrong. What is the difference between his explanation with ulterior motives and what people say about vying for favor and seducing the emperor?
　　Zheng Yuheng sobered up a little, questioning himself, and felt more and more ashamed.
　　A young eunuch in blue was called in, took a look at Zheng Yuheng, and narrated everything he heard very honestly. It was just that because Doctor Zheng was always gentle and kind in the Cining Palace and had a good relationship with people, he subtly embellished his words.
　　Dong Lingjiu listened carefully, asked someone to leave, and turned to face him: "Do you want me to judge this case? Yuheng was born a month later than the current emperor. You are young and can no longer bear his grievances."
　　She said jokingly, her fingertips brushed across his face softly like mist, and the fragrance flowed.
　　Zheng Yuheng should have been ashamed, but being caressed and pampered by this action, he didn't know where he got the courage from. He pinched her sleeve with his fingers, climbed up, and lifted her fingers under the cover of the wide sleeves, and slowly matched and blended them together.
　　When he inserted each finger into her finger, Zheng Yuheng's heart was burning, his mouth was dry, and he tried to suppress it. His Adam's apple rolled, his teeth were tightly clenched together, and he uttered a sentence: "Then tomorrow and later... Your Majesty will supervise me and not allow me to get close to the queen."
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and asked: "So you listen to him so much."
　　How stubborn Zheng Yuheng was and how unwilling he was to bend down, how could she not know? If he was determined to do something, he would not let go easily unless his head was broken, his muscles were pulled out, or even his life was lost. And the more he was stopped, the more rebellious he would be. Even if Meng Cheng threatened to "chop off his head", the young doctor Zheng would only mutter "You all want to chop off my head", and then come up to her and snuggle up to her.
　　Dong Lingjiu saw it too clearly, so he was just asking questions knowingly.
　　Zheng Yuheng also knew that she would not listen to him.
　　But that is the imperial power. For scholars in the world, that is the ultimate goal they need to maintain, the highest ideal they need to strive for all their lives, and a symbol that can make scholars become marquises and prime ministers, and rise to the top overnight.
　　It is normal for Zheng Yuheng to be afraid. He frowned and whispered, "Your Majesty, can you let him go earlier?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "My teaching the emperor is a matter of urgency for the country." Zheng
　　Yuheng also felt that this was unreasonable, so he raised his eyes, and looked at her with a pair of clear and handsome eyes, cold and wet, and was very unwilling: "Can't I come to the Cining Palace during the day?"
　　Dong Lingjiu pondered for a moment and said, "Don't tell me that if you copy some official documents for me in this palace, take pulses and serve medicine, will the emperor embarrass you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng thought to himself that although these things would not be difficult, he was a little bit emotional, and I'm afraid His Majesty would go crazy if he saw it. But if he was asked to hold back from looking at the Empress Dowager, he would suffocate to death, which was really impossible.
　　He had to agree humbly.
　　Dong Lingjiu had discussed matters with the emperor all day today, and was about to let Meng Cheng handle some government affairs independently to see how he did and whether he could listen to his advice. He did not look at the memorials on the table anymore, but only said, "Ruixue, put a screen there."
　　Li Ruixue had just changed the tea on the desk, and her movements froze when she heard the words. As expected, she saw the imperial doctor Zheng accompanying her, so she responded and lifted a long screen with mountains and red sun from the warehouse. Two returning cranes flew through the mountains and rivers, and the brushwork was elegant. With
　　this screen put down, and the pearl curtain hanging down, it was difficult to see even the silhouette of the Empress Dowager. One could only see the shadow of her hair and hairpins cast on the screen in the sunlight, hazy like the cassia branches stretched out in a dream.
　　Ruixue called down the maids from all places, and the pearl curtain shook. She personally straightened the beads and saw that the shadow on the screen seemed to surge. The ancient book that the Empress Dowager held when she had a long talk with His Majesty today - with a click, it was knocked to the ground from the corner of the table.
　　She looked away and saw Du Yuewan coming in to report something. She stopped her quickly and said softly outside the curtain, "What's the matter? Let's talk later."
　　A crack appeared on Du Yuewan's expressionless and delicate mask. She lowered her voice and asked in a low voice, "Again...?"
　　"What do you mean by again?" Li Ruixue frowned.
　　"He is a blessed man." Du Yuewan said, "But this is too flattering. Even a monk who regards gold and silver as dirt will inevitably be a little arrogant when he is treated like this. I am afraid that he will take advantage of his favor and cause trouble outside."
　　Li Ruixue said, "Are you going to find a few more handsome men to share his favor? What is this? Just this one is already tolerated for the sake of the late emperor. If you are more absurd, or let those fresh "young talents" know, do you want them to offer themselves to you in order to be your guest? Or do you want them to kill him to vent their anger?"
　　Du Yuewan remained silent. She knew that the nature of people in the world could not stand the test.
　　But these two female ministers seemed to be unaware of it. They thought too far and too presumptuous. The actual progress was not even half of what they thought... What dry wood and fire, what seeking favor and pleasure, these things Zheng Yuheng dared not even dream of.
　　Behind the screen, Dong Lingjiu held his hand and asked Zheng Yuheng to get closer.
　　She sat on a sandalwood armchair, with a thick velvet carpet under her body, relief openings, crescent armrests, and a bright pearl embedded in the armrest, with a dragon carving circling and playing. The jade buckle on Zheng Yuheng's belt pressed against the pearl, and the jade and pearls made a slightly sharp friction sound and collided with a clinking sound.
　　Dong Lingjiu pinched his collar, but did not use much force, just a light pull. The little doctor Zheng, who had just failed to complain and felt guilty and aggrieved, was pulled to bend down, and had to support himself with both hands to avoid pressing the precious empress dowager.
　　Her fingertips probed the fabric and uncovered an inner collar embroidered with plum blossoms. She studied the embroidery and said softly, "Very unique."
　　Zheng Yuheng's breathing was unstable. He said, "It's rough and inferior... not worthy of your Majesty's eyes."
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and said, "Didn't you act like a spoiled child and ask me to compensate you? Why are you shy again?"
　　Zheng Yuheng first replied righteously, solemnly and seriously, "I didn't act like a spoiled child." Then he looked entangled and asked softly and carefully, "Compensation?"
　　Dong Lingjiu was almost laughed out loud by his cuteness.
　　How could there be such a person, who even his little greed seems so innocent.
　　She smiled and said, "Oh? So I misunderstood, or does Doctor Zheng want gold, silver and jewelry more?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said quickly, "I don't want to!"
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "That means you don't care about my reward or my compensation, so..."
　　Before she finished speaking, the young doctor quickly glanced at the screen, came forward, put his lips on hers, and touched her lips very awkwardly.
　　The two were so close that Dong Lingjiu could almost hear his intense heartbeat, thump, thump, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
　　This intimate contact was fleeting, but just doing this made Zheng Yuheng stiff all over, his throat was smoking, and his palms were clenched with hot flushes. He had just been bold and abrupt, but he seemed to be slapped hard by his own "restraint" and "aloofness", and said with shame, "I..."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him with a smile.
　　Zheng Yuheng pursed his lips, and this time he swore so hard that his eyes were red, and said, "I deserve to die a thousand times."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "There are so many ways to die a thousand times, do you know them all?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was shocked by this.
　　She said, "There is a way to die... maybe you will like it."
　　Zheng Yuheng's mind was in a mess. For a moment, he wondered if he should die of shame for his crimes by hitting his head against the pillar. For another moment, he wondered if he should be hung on the beams for public display if he did not do well, or if the emperor knew his ill intentions, what kind of death would that be?
　　While he was slightly stunned, Dong Lingjiu loosened her hand on his collar, circled it around the back of his neck, and pressed down on his neck. Her posture was calm and elegant, as if Zheng Yuheng was throwing herself into her arms.
　　She bit the soft lips of the young doctor lightly, pressed against him, her breath was moist and fragrant, and she asked softly, "Do you like it?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's brain crashed and he could not react at all. He looked directly at Dong Lingjiu's face and even forgot how to write the word "offend". For a moment, the blood of youth rushed up in an instant.
　　He hugged her back, put his arm around her shoulders, and trapped the Empress Dowager on the chair. The footbed under the chair had been kicked to the back, and the sandalwood creaked - a deep and long trembling sound.
　　Zheng Yuheng used his body to surround her, and the gold hairpins and hairpins on the screen revealed swaying shadows.
　　He called out in a hoarse voice: "Empress... You can't, you can't treat me like this."
　　Dong Lingjiu said meaningfully: "Isn't it compensation?"
　　Zheng Yuheng suddenly remembered that he would be supervised by a pair of covetous eyes from tomorrow onwards. His excitement was dispelled by eight points, but he was still very eager and tried to make a final struggle. He pressed against the Empress Dowager's forehead, and his voice was filled with both surging desire and heavy grievances: "... Are you doing this only today to compensate?"
　　He felt that he would die, he would definitely die. After experiencing such sweet and touching intimacy, if he had to pretend to be a humble and pure minister in front of the little emperor and could not look at the empress again, he would definitely be driven to death by the torment in his heart.
　　Dong Lingjiu thought about it on the surface.
　　Her experience of love between men and women was actually very ordinary. The previous emperor had a concubine before marrying her. It was not bad, but it was just so-so. Although the two of them loved each other for a while, it was only the ordinary joy of the boudoir, which was nothing special.
　　As time went by, she was even further away from the kind of bed joy where the two hearts were close and blended with each other. The rest was only cold, long, and boring. Therefore, in the five years before Emperor Mingde passed away, she had no intention of stretching her selfish desires.
　　Until she saw Zheng Yuheng.
　　She was covered in ice and snow, and was rekindled.
　　Dong Lingjiu did not comment, but just moved her body slightly, poked the back of his hand on the side of his shoulder, and said slowly: "Yuheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at her intently.
　　"You seem to be poking me." Dong Lingjiu said lightly.
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..."
　　Dong Lingjiu continued casually, as if she didn't see his embarrassed look: "You are wearing a sword? Swords are not allowed in the Cining Palace, take it off."
　　Zheng Yuheng suddenly felt a chill on his back, and the overwhelming flames in his mind were extinguished at once. He hesitated to speak, slowly retracted his hand that was covering her, and knelt beside her knees with his head down.
　　Dong Lingjiu stretched out her feet, and the gold embroidery on the phoenix shoes touched his knees. She wanted to laugh, but was afraid of hurting his self-esteem: "I'm just kidding, get up."
　　Zheng Yuheng stared at the embroidery on her shoes, covered her face with her hands, and quickly lowered his hands. Respectfully and a little resentful, he replied: "...I'd better kneel."