Zheng Yuheng felt that he was going crazy.
　　But he was really going to be driven crazy. Even if the Empress Dowager slapped him right now, he had to do it, otherwise he would be forced to the point of being unbearable by the little emperor.
　　Dong Lingjiu did not hit him, but tapped his collarbone a few times and taught him: "I didn't know that you have learned to offer yourself in the Cining Palace for so many days."
　　Zheng Yuheng was ashamed and embarrassed, his eyes were wet, and his expression was very pitiful.
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "I don't want to blame you, but I'm too sleepy, be good, close your eyes."
　　Zheng Yuheng stared at her, closed his eyes slowly, let the Empress Dowager hug him, and tentatively hugged her back, so that Dong Lingjiu could sleep more peacefully.
　　As soon as the fire on his head subsided, Zheng Yuheng immediately realized that he had just said that he would let her sleep, but he still disturbed the queen's rest. He felt a little unreasonable and made a fuss. While reflecting, he was thinking about what he could do to let the queen kiss him.
　　The soft red scented tent, the warm stove, and the wind outside the eaves were blowing.
　　Zheng Yuheng was trapped in her breath. He was originally holding his spirits, but soon he felt a little sleepy in the peaceful and gentle feeling, and fell asleep unknowingly.
　　At some point, the maids on duty at the door seemed to have a few words in a low voice, and then they were quiet again.
　　Du Yuewan stood outside the screen and looked into the soft gauze curtain. She didn't see anything clearly, but she was sure that there was no too private movement inside, so she turned around and pulled herself out, pointing to two people on duty.
　　She said to the maid from before: "You are so old, and you still make such a mistake!" The
　　maid was terrified and lowered her eyebrows and said cautiously: "Lord Zheng is a favored person. Auntie, you know it well. The Queen Mother slept restlessly last night. When she got up, she drank a sip of tea and said she had a headache. I thought that Doctor Zheng might be useful, so I let him in."
　　Du Yuewan's face lightened up a little after hearing this, but she still reminded: "Report to me first next time."
　　The maid clasped her hands and saluted: "Yes."
　　Du Yuewan said again: "Don't listen to him next time. He is young and inexperienced. Men always mature late. If there is anything he can't do, can we not do it if we are responsible for this job? That would be a waste of the monthly salary of the Cining Palace."
　　The maid took note and added: "The Queen said a few words to Lord Zheng and then went to bed again. It didn't disturb her. She rested better than before."
　　Du Yuewan asked her to go down.
　　It happened to be the time when the snow came back. She had gone to the princess's residence early in the morning, and now she had just returned to the palace, with a thin layer of frost on her body. Li Ruixue had changed into her palace clothes and was tying the palace belt around her waist. She saw her standing in the hall with a frown on her face, so she stepped forward and asked, "Why does our Du Shangyi look like this? Who has offended you again?"
　　Du Yuewan used to be Shangyi, teaching the etiquette and norms of the concubines. The previous emperor had given her the title of "Lady Zhangyi". Now she has been transferred to the Empress Dowager's palace to serve as a waiter in the Cining Palace. She is a very respectable person.
　　Because Du Yuewan attaches great importance to etiquette and is strict and cautious, Ruixue often teases her about this.
　　Du Yuewan glanced back at her, folded her hands in front of her, and said coldly: "The Queen dotes on him, so we have no place to talk. But in the tent of the bedroom, he allowed Doctor Zheng to come and go freely without any notice. It is obvious that you and your subordinates have been drugged by him. Aren't you afraid of causing a big mess in the future?"
　　Li Ruixue was stunned at first, and said: "He is already of that status. He neither wears weapons nor has any other background. Even his parents and clan are cut off. Your Majesty has been here frequently these two days. It's hard to have this opportunity. At this time, let him do his best, so what? "
　　Du Yuewan didn't expect that she actually thought so. Her face changed and she wanted to discuss the pros and cons with her immediately. Because she was standing at the door of the bedroom, she didn't dare to speak loudly, so she lowered her tone and her eyes darkened: "You also know that the emperor comes frequently. It is at this time that we have to be more careful-"
　　Before she finished speaking, the palace servants from the outer gate came in a hurry and said breathlessly to the two female ministers: "Aunt, the emperor has finished the court and is coming to the Cining Palace."
　　Both of them were stunned.
　　So early? Meng Cheng usually doesn't come at this time. What time is it now?
　　Li Ruixue said: "How long will it take to arrive?"
　　The palace servant said: "About a quarter of an hour, it will be here."
　　"You go down first." After Li Ruixue sent the people away, he turned his head and looked at Yuewan. The faces of both of them were a little stiff. One was in the wrong, and the other was embarrassed that his words had come true.
　　There was no time to explain clearly. Li Ruixue secretly regretted that she was indeed a little inconsiderate. As soon as she lifted the beaded curtain and stepped inside, she heard the sound of gentle caressing and the soft couch moving in the screen that blocked her view.
　　In addition, there was a chaotic breathing, and a clear male voice was stained low, condensing a shameful desire that almost broke through the ear.
　　"Empress Dowager..."
　　Dong Lingjiu seemed not to respond, but seemed to respond, because the bed curtains made a tearing sound. Li Ruixue
　　's feet were fixed there, and she turned her head in surprise, mouthing: "Was there any movement just now?"
　　Du Yuewan's forehead was sweating, her face was tense, and she replied: "No."
　　The two female officials had experienced many storms, and they had never encountered such a mind-numbing moment. They couldn't let His Majesty the Emperor come here to listen to this, right? ! That was the emperor. Even if they said that the Empress had not gotten up, she must be waiting in the main hall. If they were more presumptuous, they might hear it.
　　The Queen Mother's biological son was waiting in the main hall, but the scene in the bedroom was like this. The little doctor Zheng was one month younger than the emperor!
　　According to the character of the little emperor, he had to tear the doctor Zheng into pieces. Thinking of this, Li Ruixue also began to sweat all over. She was worried. She could only bite the bullet and walked in. She clenched her fist and covered her lips, and coughed gently
　　a few times. The movement inside immediately became much quieter.
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't hear clearly. His mind and soul were scattered and he couldn't come back. It was Dong Lingjiu who heard it.
　　She just woke up and clearly only wanted to say a few words to Zheng Yuheng. However, she hadn't been intimate with him for two or three days, so her words were not so pure. The little doctor's face was hot, and he called her eagerly and restrainedly, and his eyes were clearly burning.
　　Dong Lingjiu rarely had a time when she was not so sober, but she was led astray by this "evil concubine who brought disaster to the country" and lost her sense for a while. She didn't stop until she heard Ruixue's cough outside the screen.
　　The collar of Zheng Yuheng's "disrespectful" clothes had been folded down for most of the time. His hands were around her back, holding her delicate body in his arms, but his cold white collarbone was exposed. His Adam's apple, bones, and jawline were all bitten with rosy red marks.
　　The Queen Mother had some bad tastes and liked to bully him.
　　Although Zheng Yuheng was young and immature, he was a mature man after all. He could no longer bear the "torture". While letting the Queen Mother vent her destructive desire on him without resistance, he took the initiative to hold her waist and turned over to press on the couch, with his arms on one side, his eyes bright and clear, staring at her anxiously and nervously like a young eagle.
　　He really wanted to serve the Queen Mother with all he had.
　　Dong Lingjiu lay lazily in the incense tent. She stroked Zheng Yuheng's throat and looked at the tooth mark she had bitten with admiration. It was like a piece of snow-white paper. She painted on it with a pen, decorating it into a colorful and fragrant secret scroll.
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his body, approached her like a sacrifice, exposed his throat, tempted her to paint on his body, and whispered: "Empress Dowager..."
　　Dong Lingjiu was like a peony that was so beautiful that it was almost decadent, solemn to the extreme, but exuding an obsessive temptation. Zheng Yuheng felt like he was the most malicious and simple vase in the world, trying his best to seduce her and make this flower belong to him lovingly.
　　No, he belonged to Dong Lingjiu. This vase can only have her, and it can't hold anything else.
　　The bed curtains fluttered, and Dong Lingjiu tore off a piece of it, and the delicate and soft red gauze was wrapped around his hands. She was also a little encouraged. She tied the red gauze around him and smiled softly, "We still need to practice."
　　Zheng Yuheng's ears were burning red. He moved his knees and crawled over to rub her shoulders. He remembered what was written in the book of bedroom techniques. He knew that he had no experience and had not yet learned the knowledge in it, so he had to reluctantly acquiesce to her words.
　　Just when the young doctor Zheng was excited and wanted to take another step, Ruixue's cough sounded at this time.
　　He didn't listen to her at all. She was as entangled as a cat in heat. Only Dong Lingjiu heard it immediately. She pressed Zheng Yuheng's shoulder and asked, "What's the matter?"
　　If it was a trivial matter, Ruixue would not disturb her at this time.
　　The person outside the screen replied, "Your Majesty, His Majesty's dragon chariot is about to arrive."
　　Dong Lingjiu frowned and woke up instantly. She looked at the young doctor, not expecting that letting someone in would have such serious consequences, and said, "Come in and help me with my makeup."
　　Ruixue said, "Yes."
　　After that, Dong Lingjiu pinched his neck and warned him, "Don't make trouble, go down."
　　Zheng Yuheng finally understood what happened. He froze, looked at the queen mother, and then looked at himself. At first, he didn't know what to do.
　　Dong Lingjiu kicked his knee and said in a heavy voice, "Yuheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng silently moved away from her, but did not get up. Instead, he leaned against the corner of the incense tent. His clothes were messy and his hair was loose. He hugged his knees and buried his head, revealing only a red ear.
　　Dong Lingjiu had no time to care about it, and immediately cooperated with the maid to get up and wash. After about a quarter of an hour, she sat in front of the bronze mirror to tie her hair, and the maid combing her hair was straightening her black hair and winding it up strand by strand. Ruixue stood
　　by her side. She quietly raised her eyes and looked around. It took her a long time to find where Zheng Yuheng was.
　　Doctor Zheng's body was covered by the curtain, but it was obvious that his clothes were disheveled. There was a red mark on the finger bone exposed outside. He exuded a decadent atmosphere, and he was motionless, deeply shocked, and looked extremely pitiful.
　　The female official pinned Dong Lingjiu's hair, inserted the gold hairpins and jade ornaments one by one, and picked earrings from the sandalwood makeup box with phoenixes and peony. Just as she took out a pair of white jade and pearls, she saw the Queen Mother turned her head and said to the person on the couch: "Why don't you come out?"
　　He couldn't walk out of Dong Lingjiu's bedroom in front of Meng Cheng. That would be dancing on the edge of a knife, directly touching the tiger's whiskers, and his life would be at stake.
　　The maid waited for her to turn around, and then she gently and carefully put the earrings on Dong Lingjiu.
　　Zheng Yuheng was so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.
　　After a long while, he got up slowly, his eyes were red, and he silently adjusted his clothes and tightened his collar. However, no matter how hard he tried to cover it, he couldn't completely cover the "mark" on his body.
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him and thought for a while, then whispered to someone beside him, "Go and get that silver moon scarf."
　　Then, the maid brought a plain scarf the color of the silver moon, with almost no decorations on it, and no fancy patterns. It was used by men, but the material was soft and slightly glowing.
　　Dong Lingjiu took it and personally wrapped the plain scarf around his neck as a neck strap, covering the bright marks on it, and gently tied a knot.
　　She whispered, "Go back first."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at him, her eyes slightly moist, and the sad breath was about to overflow: "My queen..."
　　Dong Lingjiu comforted, "Be good, don't act like a spoiled child, it's not good for Cheng'er to see it."
　　Cheng'er... Zheng Yuheng was so jealous that she couldn't help herself, finding faults in eggs, and even being jealous of her own son. He turned his face away, trying to be reserved and pretending not to care, and said, "I didn't act like a spoiled child."
　　As he spoke, he reached out and touched the silver moon scarf on his neck. Sure enough, he touched a small jade unicorn embroidery at the edge - it was Emperor Mingde's again!
　　Zheng Yuheng never knew that he had such a bad temper. He couldn't hold back his politeness, took a breath, turned around and left without even saying "goodbye" to Dong Lingjiu.
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him, but didn't blame him. He just thought deeply, this kid...why is he angry again?