After the imperial edict was issued, there was indeed an uproar in the court.
　　Although it was Meng Cheng who issued the edict, after this series of actions, most people saw that it was the Queen Mother who was investigating the matter, but in the end it was His Majesty who issued the edict. There were those who could not believe Li Zhuo because of his usual behavior, there were those who regretted having contact with him, and there were even those who were suspicious and angry and had conspiracy theories.
　　Dong Lingjiu did not suppress these various discussions, but indulged them for a while. When the court and the public were discussing it, Li Zhuo's letter of apology was announced to the world.
　　The evidence that she could never gather was pushed to the peak of perfection by her uncle, the last living elder. He used his posthumous reputation to clear the obstacles for the only legitimate daughter of his old friend.
　　Along with the letter of apology, there was also an ancient and old bamboo flute.
　　That was when Li Zhuo first met the daughter of the Dong family in Dong Taishi's mansion. He was so happy that he took off his bamboo flute to send her off. When he was a court official, Li Zhuo fell in love with Dong Lingjiu at first sight. He cherished her intelligence and wit and almost wanted to adopt her as his goddaughter. But at that time, he could only take out the bamboo flute as an old thing with a lot of heart.
　　But Dong Lingjiu refused three times and declined Mr. Li's kindness.
　　Now, this bamboo flute that was not delivered to her has become Li Zhuo's relic and has come to her.
　　It is actually difficult for Dong Lingjiu to understand his complicated feelings, but she knows very well that no one will never make mistakes. This is her lesson. In history, there are more than one high-ranking people who died in disgrace.
　　He will be Meng Cheng's lifelong teacher.
　　After the little emperor gave the order, he was sad and sad at first, and he didn't understand his teacher's behavior. However, when those discussions surfaced and doubts came one after another, Meng Cheng was surprised at first, and then angry. In his eyes, as he personally compiled the evidence and drafted the imperial edict, those who accused his mother and fabricated the truth were simply suspicious and talking nonsense!
　　Meng Cheng went to court every day, and was scolded every day. His face was gloomy, and his temper gradually became less cowardly. One day, he even slammed the table against the most argumentative and argumentative censor among the court officials, and almost punished him in court.
　　Since the new emperor ascended the throne, he has always respected his ministers and has never been so angry. The ministers were shocked and surprised.
　　However, even if Meng Cheng was exhausted by being scolded and dizzy by the refutation, he still tidied up his appearance before entering the Cining Palace and did not look discouraged.
　　One day, Meng Cheng came to the Cining Palace to pay respects to his mother and discussed state affairs with Dong Lingjiu. His eyes involuntarily glanced at the corner and saw the young and handsome Zheng Taiyi, who was not wearing official clothes, but ordinary clothes, slightly gathered his sleeves and was compiling a medical book.
　　Two days ago, when the young emperor came to pay his respects to his mother and ask for advice, he occasionally saw Zheng Yuheng taking the pulse and serving ink. However, Doctor Zheng did not appear very often. It was not known whether he deliberately avoided him or he had never stayed in front of Dong Lingjiu for a long time. But on this day, he stayed in the palace for a very long time.
　　Meng Cheng humbly asked for advice, and occasionally glanced at him, subtly considering his humility and obedience. Although his eyes were not too cold, they still hung over him like a punishment or a ruler.
　　Fortunately, Zheng Yuheng did not reveal too many mistakes.
　　Doctor Zheng restrained himself very well. In the past few days, he just buried his head in doing his job. Let alone "seeking favor", he did not even dare to offer a cup of tea, for fear that the young emperor would ask him harshly: "Is this what you should do?"
　　But he only did a good job on the surface.
　　Zheng Yuheng was actually very anxious. He seemed to be compiling the medical book calmly, but he had actually copied the prescription incorrectly three times. Only a hundred or so words destroyed a lot of paper. In order not to waste too much, he had no choice but to temporarily put down his wrist holding the pen and stare at the air in front of him.
　　Although he was accompanying, he was still far away from the throne in the main hall. He couldn't even hear clearly what the Queen Mother and His Majesty were saying. Zheng Yuheng first glanced at Meng Cheng quietly, then turned his eyes and looked at Dong Lingjiu.
　　She was pressing a memorial, her fingers were slender and smooth, and the blood vessels were lying under the back of her jade-white hand, winding out shallow blue marks.
　　She was so delicate and light that she had almost only the strength to hold the pen and the book. She was sick and weak, and she had been taking medicine all year round. It seemed that only the weight of heavy clothes fell on him. Zheng Yuheng couldn't figure out why such a gentle pair of hands pressed on his back and neck, but made him unable to refuse or resist.
　　Zheng Yuheng only took a glance, and his eyes could not help but float over her slightly moving earrings, the dazzling gold rings gently colliding, he could not hear such a low and tiny sound, but he remembered the crisp sound of the overlapping pearls and jade when the two were close to each other - and then the long and warm breath of the Queen Mother, the breath with a bone-piercing fragrance, slowly enveloping him.
　　"...Cough." Jiang Neiren, who was serving incense, coughed lightly. When she saw that His Majesty seemed to be looking over, she quickly stepped forward, pretending to replace the incense pieces in the hollow golden incense ball, and blocked Zheng Yuheng's sight.
　　Little Master Zheng hastily came back to his senses. Seeing Madam Jiang looking at him nervously and blinking at him, he realized that he had lost his temper again. He looked back at her respectfully and whispered to her, "Thank you."
　　Madam Jiang said quietly, "You are too bold."
　　Zheng Yuheng held the pen in a precarious manner, his eyebrows slightly locked, and his expression was a little sad: "I will be embarrassed to death by her."
　　He was talking about Dong Lingjiu's "compensation" that was more terrible than punishment. It was really haunting and even to the point of being soul-stirring. But when the little emperor came, the empress dowager actually held back. She only knew how to teach the emperor and handle state affairs all day long. She didn't even have time to play chess, read scriptures, or chat with him.
　　What is her heart made of? Is it the heartless and desireless Bodhisattva? What compensation, what love, it's all the same as saving all living beings. Little Doctor Zheng was almost unable to bear the torment. She hadn't said anything to him other than official business for two whole days, nor had she touched his hand or his face.
　　Two whole days! Twenty-four hours!
　　Jiang Neiren thought he was referring to His Majesty, so she carefully advised: "He is a saint after all, how can you not give in to him and make him feel comfortable? Lord Zheng must be patient. There is a long way to go." Zheng Yuheng
　　said: "Is it very obvious?"
　　Jiang Neiren said: "Although His Majesty has not seen it yet, everyone in the Cining Palace has been with you for a long time, how can they not see it? When we talk privately, we all want to comfort you."
　　After that, Jiang Neiren did not want to stay too long, so she turned around and went to do something else.
　　Zheng Yuheng took a deep breath and felt like he was being tortured.
　　As soon as he lowered his head, Meng Cheng on the other side looked over again. Seeing that this man was quite well behaved, he mentioned it in the gap between his words, with the intention of testing Dong Lingjiu's mind: "I sent someone to draft the imperial edict for Zheng Jie's reinstatement yesterday. You can let him return to the Imperial Censorate to serve."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "I have selected a few capable officials who are loyal and honest for you. If they are trained well, you can dismiss some of these senior but pedantic officials in the future."
　　Meng Cheng felt relieved when he saw that she did not favor his family because of Zheng Yuheng, and said, "Your son doesn't need to trouble your mother."
　　Dong Lingjiu said again, "The one called...Xing Wenchang, did he submit a petition?"
　　Meng Cheng said, "Speaking of Censor Xing, he is a very interesting person. When the Queen Mother was investigating corruption in the government and summoned the ministers to the Ministry of Justice for questioning, he submitted some extremely treasonous memorials. However, when this incident happened, Censor Xing not only criticized him verbally but also went to Xu Xiang's private residence in Beijing in anger and almost started a fight."
　　Dong Lingjiu raised his eyebrows, "I haven't heard Xu Xiang say that."
　　Meng Cheng said again, "Xu Bingbi has always been taciturn. I guess he hasn't learned to please his master yet."
　　The little emperor also knew Xu Xiang's background and said it casually, and continued, "Fortunately, Yingying passed by, and the guards of the princess's mansion caught Censor Xing and his servants. When asked the reason, Yingying actually took the initiative to send Censor Xing to the inner prison to confront the guilty minister Zhou Yao face to face."
　　"These two people are Jinshi in the same list." Dong Lingjiu said here and glanced at Zheng Yuheng.
　　The young emperor didn't notice it, and told his mother, "How can you enter a place like the inner prison without a badge and an imperial order? It's just that I spoiled Yingying. She broke in with people. Because she was a daughter of the Great Yin, no one stopped her. She actually locked up Censor Xing and Zhou Yao face to face for a day, and only let them out the next day. Your mother would never have expected that-"
　　Meng Cheng shook his head and laughed, "It's a joke. Censor Xing came out of the inner prison and suddenly changed his tone and cursed those civil servants who made groundless accusations and spread rumors, saying that they had ulterior motives and questioned Her Majesty the Empress Dowager and had a rebellious heart."
　　"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager", this slightly flattering title, actually appeared in Xing Wenchang's mouth and pen, and there was almost an absurd sense of drama.
　　Even Dong Lingjiu couldn't help shaking her head and sighing, "Such a temper..." Before
　　she finished her words, she suddenly thought of Yingying passing by Xu Xiang's private residence in Beijing? Even if there were more respectable eunuchs, they would not buy a private house around the princess's mansion, right? Yingying lived in Hongyan Street, with the former residence of the Lin'an Prince's Mansion in front and the residence of dukes and marquises in the back. Those who came and went were all dukes and ministers... Even Shang Kai, who was close to the emperor, did not buy a private house here.
　　Before she thought deeply about it, Meng Cheng asked indirectly: "In the official documents submitted to Guiyuan Palace a few days ago, some articles were written in a handwriting that did not seem to be written by a female minister."
　　Out of respect for the qualifications and status of Ruixue and Yuewan, the emperor would occasionally address senior female officials like them who managed memorials and documents as "female ministers" in front of the empress dowager to show respect.
　　Dong Lingjiu remembered that Zheng Yuheng had copied a lot of official documents when he was busy a few days ago. His handwriting was flowing and open, which was very different from the hairpin flower small regular script of the female officials. It was common sense for Meng Cheng to see it.
　　She said, "Does the emperor think that the calligraphy is good?"
　　Meng Cheng wanted to find out who wrote it before he could give a good evaluation. Otherwise, if he praised the young imperial physician with ulterior motives, wouldn't his mother value him more? So he said, "It's just so-so."
　　Dong Lingjiu opened the memorial and glanced at the little emperor's comments on it. While studying it, he said lightly, "Oh-just so-so."
　　Seeing her like this, Meng Cheng couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, because his comments were really not as smooth as that one, so he had to say truthfully, "Your son... well, although it's just so-so, it must have been the result of years of hard work by the writer, so it should be praised."
　　Rather than praising Zheng Yuheng, it's better to say that Meng Cheng was trying to make up for himself.
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and gestured to Li Ruixue. Ruixue immediately understood and told the little maid. After only a few breaths, Zheng Yuheng walked up from the corner outside the curtain and greeted the two of them in a gentle and humble manner.
　　Meng Cheng then looked at him closely.
　　The last time they met, Zheng Yuheng was wearing an official uniform, with an official hat that half covered his face. But this light gray casual clothing suited him very well. His black hair was covered with jade hairpins, and he was thin and tall. The lapels were buttoned up one by one, and the fabric covered his neck. Except for his hands and face, not a single bit of skin was exposed.
　　Meng Cheng was quite satisfied with his dress, thinking that he seemed very proper, but he didn't know if he was just pretending.
　　After Zheng Yuheng paid his respects, Dong Lingjiu said, "The emperor said he wanted to reward you. Your handwriting is very good."
　　Meng Cheng, for the sake of face, responded with a straight face, "I do have this intention."
　　Zheng Yuheng then raised his head and said in a restrained and cold voice, "I am here to serve the empress dowager and do my best."
　　As soon as his face was raised, Meng Cheng's hostility, which had just eased, instantly rose up, and he completely forgot what he thought of his behavior in recent days. The reason was simple - Zheng Yuheng was too good-looking, which could immediately arouse a man's envy and jealousy of the same sex, as well as strong unwillingness and inferiority.
　　With such a mother, Meng Cheng was naturally outstanding. It was a pity that Dong Lingjiu's graceful beauty was not inherited by Meng Cheng. Because Wang Wanrou comforted him from time to time and the other concubines also flattered him, Meng Cheng was still very confident in his appearance.
　　But he suffered a blow in front of Imperial Doctor Zheng.
　　Meng Cheng unconsciously changed his sitting posture, sitting upright with a serious face, his fingers clenched into fists, resting on his legs, staring at him, and said: "Imperial Doctor Zheng - you serve ink in the Cining Palace, have you tried to spy on the emperor's intentions?"
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at her son unexpectedly.
　　She was a little puzzled. The child was fine just now, why did he suddenly start to make trouble?