Dong Lingjiu was surprised, but Zheng Yuheng didn't think so at all. He was very used to Meng Cheng's attitude.
　　Zheng Yuheng had been prepared to be embarrassed by him. He always had a kind of fateful conflict with these men with the surname Meng and who became emperors.
　　He was more gentle, making himself look very harmless, and lowered his tone: "I am a minister who strictly abides by my duties, restrains myself and returns to propriety. It is my duty to ask for medicine and serve the illness for the queen. Apart from that, I am fortunate to write to relieve your worries if you are appreciated a little. I have no intention of overstepping my bounds."
　　Dong Lingjiu's eyes fell on him, which was somewhat meaningful.
　　What "no intention of overstepping one's bounds" and "duty"? How could she not know that the young doctor Zheng would lie with his eyes open, and he was so skilled at it.
　　Meng Cheng looked at him carefully, and could not find any fault in his words, so he said in a weak voice: "It's good that you know."
　　Zheng Yuheng frowned and said nothing.
　　At this time, the tea maid changed the fragrant tea in the hands of the two. A cup of Junshan Yinzhen tea, which was refilled with eight points and full of heat, was placed next to Meng Cheng.
　　The little emperor picked up the teacup, opened the lid, and lowered his head to taste the tea.
　　In this gap where His Majesty the Emperor could not see, the "obedient" little doctor Zheng suddenly raised his eyes, and his clear black eyes looked at Dong Lingjiu reluctantly, with a lingering, accusatory feeling, as if he was very pitiful and hurt.
　　Dong Lingjiu almost choked.
　　She put down the tea with a click, took out a handkerchief, wiped the corner of her mouth with it, looked back at him, shook her head at him, and signaled Zheng Yuheng to stop making trouble.
　　Meng Cheng put down his tea, raised his head, and cast his eyes over. Doctor Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at his feet again, as if he had been so polite from beginning to end.
　　The little emperor thought about it, and in order not to disappoint his previous words, he said: "You are the imperial physician who accompanies my mother. Your status is different from other imperial physicians. I have indeed seen your good handwriting, so I think it would be best to reward you with a piece of famous ink. I have a Panlong bullet Hui ink, which is made of pine soot, pearls, and borneol. It is as hard as jade and silent when grinding. I will give it to you."
　　Hearing this, Dong Lingjiu was a little confused about what her son was thinking. This Hui ink was indeed precious. If it was placed outside the palace, it would be hard to buy it with a lot of money. If it was not tribute ink, there might not be so much even in the Forbidden City.
　　She didn't understand what Meng Cheng meant by making things difficult for him one moment and rewarding him so lavishly the next?
　　But Zheng Yuheng understood it subtly.
　　The young emperor gave Zheng Yuheng a valuable reward, not because he really thought Zheng Yuheng's calligraphy was so good, but just to show his "strength" and "authority" to regain his confidence in front of him. Zheng Yuheng could not afford this kind of famous ink as a medical officer for his whole life, but he was willing to give it to others. This was the huge gap in status and strength between the two. Zheng
　　Yuheng thought that His Majesty was very naive, but he did not say it, and still bowed his head in gratitude so gently.
　　Meng Cheng was relieved.
　　Ruixue glanced at Zheng Yuheng and whispered: "Your Majesty, since you have called Doctor Zheng here, why don't you take his pulse together."
　　Dong Lingjiu nodded and said: "Make a bowl of sweet soup and send it. Yesterday, the emperor said that the jujube paste cake you developed is unique. Present it together." Ruixue was
　　very moved. She felt that the queen actually wanted to eat sweets, which showed that she was in a good mood. In the past, Dong Lingjiu had never used anything except gargling after taking the medicine.
　　She hurriedly agreed and went to supervise in person.
　　Zheng Yuheng took a step forward and knelt beside Dong Lingjiu in accordance with etiquette. He asked her to stretch out her hand, then put a silk handkerchief on her wrist and covered her hand with his fingertips through the handkerchief.
　　Dong Lingjiu took a glance and suddenly found that the silk handkerchief was very familiar. After thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered that this was the handkerchief that Zheng Yuheng used to wipe his hands when he was bitten by Ai Ai. Zheng Yuheng kept it at that time.
　　This silk handkerchief is simple in plain blue and the embroidery is delicate. It doesn't look like it is used by the Empress Dowager. After he washed it, he kept it close to his body, but he took it out today.
　　Dong Lingjiu raised her eyebrows and let him feel her pulse. However, as soon as his fingertips covered her hand, she felt the other party's little finger brushing against her palm.
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him, then tilted her head to glance at the little emperor. Seeing that Meng Cheng was distracted by pastries and didn't pay attention, she coughed lightly.
　　If there was a moment that would embarrass the Empress Dowager, it would be when her biological son was so close to her, and this secret lover who was innocent in name but had actually crossed the line was secretly teasing her.
　　He has learned bad things. She thought.
　　Zheng Yuheng was only bold for a moment. He still cherished the head on his neck. He quickly stood up, obediently reported the pulse as usual, and retreated to record the pulse case.
　　Dong Lingjiu's mind was also collected.
　　The Empress Dowager and His Majesty discussed politics until dusk, and then the eunuchs of Guiyuan Palace waited outside to welcome Meng Cheng back to the palace. The little emperor stood up to say goodbye to his mother. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Zheng Yuheng in the corner.
　　He said casually: "Since it is this time, let Doctor Zheng go back to the lower office of the Imperial Hospital to stand guard. I just sent someone to send him."
　　Zheng Yuheng's hand that was flipping through the pulse case suddenly paused, and he gritted his teeth and thought in his heart, here you go again, are you done yet? You care about everything, and you care about whether I am serving medicine in the Cining Palace?
　　His spring heart, which was ready to sprout, seemed to be knocked off the table and shattered on the ground.
　　Even so, due to his status, Zheng Yuheng had to remain calm and treat him with the courtesy of a loyal and loyal minister, not showing any displeasure.
　　After all, according to common sense, this is the emperor's great grace and concern for him.
　　This is the third day.
　　He hasn't entered the queen's bedroom for three days. Why is she--she still quiet?
　　Zheng Yuheng was upset and couldn't tell whether he was sad or heartbroken. It was always very difficult. He had to get up silently, thanked the emperor for his grace, and followed the emperor like a lost puppet.
　　Meng Cheng was very satisfied.
　　He felt that he had a keen eye and could make this imperial physician Zheng loyal and dedicated to the public from then on.
　　The little emperor thought Zheng Yuheng was really grateful for his concern.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't have any objection, and didn't ask Doctor Zheng to stay and serve. She just responded lightly without giving any instructions.
　　After the two left, she raised her head from the desk and said to Ruixue, "Did Xuan Jingyun send someone to follow?"
　　Ruixue replied, "Yes, they followed your instructions. If His Majesty and Young Master Zheng have any disagreements, as long as there is a sign of conflict, they will report it immediately."
　　Dong Lingjiu nodded, "Yes."
　　After a while, her thoughts that were interrupted by Meng Cheng were reconnected, and she suddenly remembered, "Also check the movements of the princess's mansion to see where Yingying went to play, and how she happened to pass by Xu Xiang's private residence."
　　Ruixue said, "I asked Ji Jingming to serve Her Royal Highness the Princess carefully, and then I will go and ask."
　　Ji Jingming is the name of Ji Duzhi in the princess's mansion, and he is also Li Ruixue's partner. He has passed the test in the eyes of the empress dowager.
　　"Tomorrow." Dong Lingjiu glanced at the sunset glow that was cast into the window, "Let's rest first."
　　"Yes."
　　...
　　The next day, early in the morning, Ruixue left the palace for this matter.
　　Meng Cheng usually reviewed the memorials from the court after the morning court session and came after the noon hour.
　　Dong Lingjiu slept uneasily last night and had a headache when she woke up early. Thinking that the emperor would not come to pay his respects for a while, she drank a sip of tea and went back to sleep.
　　The autumn wind blew, and the branches and leaves outside the window rustled and trembled in the wind. The morning light sank into the window, and strands of light, as soft as water waves, were cast on the thin curtain of the soft red scented tent in varying lengths.
　　Dong Lingjiu was hazy and vaguely heard the sound of wind blowing the branches and leaves. The blurry light in front of her eyes changed, and a familiar breath surrounded her.
　　She woke up a little and felt a hand coming up low, stroking her fingers very lightly and carefully.
　　Dong Lingjiu knew who it was. She squinted her eyes and saw the white chin line of the young doctor. She leaned to the side and said in a hoarse voice, "So early?"
　　It was indeed early.
　　The maids on duty in the palace were the second batch. The eunuchs who got up early in the morning had not yet started their shifts. The palace attendant who was holding the lantern had just stopped for a while.
　　Zheng Yuheng held her hand, reluctantly let go, and whispered, "Sorry to disturb you, Madam. Go to sleep."
　　Dong Lingjiu closed her eyes and asked, "How did you get in?"
　　"Aunt Ruixue is not here," Zheng Yuheng said, "Aunt Yuewan is busy, so I found the right time and threatened the maid at the door, saying that I begged the noble lady, and that the queen sent me here. She was skeptical and let me in."
　　Dong Lingjiu wanted to laugh: "You call this a threat?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I also said that if you don't let me in, I will die here."
　　Dong Lingjiu was stunned, "Your family's tradition of banging your head against the pillar to protest against the emperor's will has been inherited by you, but it's inherited in a very strange way." Zheng Yuheng looked at Dong Lingjiu
　　. He looked at her, wanting to reach out and hug her, but then he retracted his hand, trying his best to restrain himself and said, "I... don't want to disturb your rest, my lady, go to sleep."
　　Dong Lingjiu first said "hmm", then slowly said, "What are you doing here?"
　　Zheng Yuheng pursed his lips, his fingers twirled around her thin sleeves, his eyes fluctuated, and he whispered, "I am shameless, I want you..."
　　Dong Lingjiu opened his eyes for this sentence, thinking that this child was not shy anymore, and said such shocking words as soon as he opened his mouth. Could it be that he has changed his nature?
　　Before she responded, she heard Zheng Yuheng
　　say intermittently, "... I want you to touch me." He said expectantly, "Can I?"
　　Dong Lingjiu: "..."
　　Well, still so pure.
　　She reached out her hand, held his knuckles, and pulled the little doctor to the soft couch - in an instant, the curtains shook, and the beads pressing on the four corners made a faint sound.
　　Dong Lingjiu put her arm around his waist, buried her head sleepily in his shoulder, and whispered, "So early, just to enter my bedroom before the emperor comes?"
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded guiltily.
　　"Then stay with me for a while." Dong Lingjiu said.
　　Her hand slowly moved up, passed by his shoulder, and gently touched his ear - Zheng Yuheng's ears would get hot when he was shy, and they were a little hot at this moment.
　　Dong Lingjiu couldn't help but smile, and smelled a very clear and slightly cool smell on him, like a spring flowing through rocks, permeated with coldness, and surrounded by endless softness.
　　She asked softly, "Why are you not as respectful as yesterday, this dress..."
　　Only then did she notice that Zheng Yuheng had changed his clothes. Although it was still very simple and plain, the few thin buttons on the chest were not fastened, but were left ajar. If she didn't move them, it would naturally fit tightly and meticulously, but her hand was stroking the other's earlobe, which inevitably messed up the collar.
　　The collar was rubbed open, and parted to the edge, revealing the cold jade-like skin and thin and cold collarbone.
　　His Adam's apple rolled, and his breath was slightly short: "Madam..."
　　Her hand was placed on the edge of the collarbone, and Zheng Yuheng's palm covered the back of her hand. He whispered impatiently: "Do I have to be so restrained and respectful to you?"