In the second half of the night, Ruixue went upstairs and knocked on the door frame gently, and heard Dong Lingjiu's voice.
　　"Come in."
　　She was relieved and led two maids into the small building. The maids packed up the items neatly, put away the Queen Mother's cloak hand warmer, and the hairpins and rings that fell off, and then brought a plush cloak that was fumigated with incense from the warmer.
　　As soon as Aunt Ruixue stepped in, she saw the Queen Mother leaning against the window. It was better to say that this Doctor Zheng was shrouding her without rules than to say that she was holding little Master Zheng in her arms. The Queen Mother still looked normal, but Doctor Zheng had fallen asleep drunk in her arms, and his whole body was full of a kind of favored stickiness.
　　Aunt Ruixue came forward and whispered, "Isn't he afraid of putting pressure on you? He really has no sense of propriety."
　　Dong Lingjiu came back to his senses, looked at her, and said gently, "As for propriety, I have long forgotten it. Am I a glass man made of colored glaze crystal that will break if touched?"
　　Ruixue hurriedly said, "May your Majesty live a long and healthy life, but you can't say such things."
　　Dong Lingjiu did not refute. She raised her hand and touched Zheng Yuheng's face, calling softly, "Heng'er?"
　　She called a few times, but the little doctor did not wake up. Instead, he held on tighter, like a plaster that could not be pulled off. Aunt Ruixue was so angry that she gathered her sleeves and said to the Queen Mother, "Don't spoil him."
　　Dong Lingjiu saw her gathering her sleeves and thought Ruixue was going to do it. He was stunned for a moment and hurriedly stopped her, saying, "Don't..."
　　Before he finished speaking, Li Ruixue turned his shoulders and whispered to the little doctor's ear like a devil, "Sir Zheng, the Queen Mother said you are too heavy and she doesn't want you anymore."
　　Dong Lingjiu was about to say, will this work? As a result, as soon as Ruixue finished speaking, Zheng Yuheng took a breath and opened his eyes suddenly as if he was stimulated. He looked confused and a little frightened, as if he had a nightmare.
　　Li Ruixue stood up again, expressionless, as if she had done nothing just now. She cleared her throat, "Doctor Zheng, let's go back."
　　Seeing her here and being so disrespectful to the Queen Mother, Zheng Yuheng was already ashamed. He got up in a hurry, tidied his clothes and put his hair back in a bun.
　　Ruixue helped the Empress Dowager up.
　　Dong Lingjiu wanted to laugh, but she didn't show it on her face for the sake of the young doctor. She just gathered up a strand of black hair for him, touched his earlobe, and whispered jokingly: "It's been so long, but you're still so thin-skinned. When will you learn to be shameless?"
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his eyelids. Because the alcohol had not yet worn off, he had a headache and asked hesitantly: "Can this be learned?"
　　Dong Lingjiu laughed, but didn't answer him. She turned back and said to Ruixue: "Let him go back to the East Warm Pavilion to sleep."
　　Aunt Ruixue helped the Empress Dowager downstairs, while looking carefully at the wooden stairs, she replied: "Tomorrow morning, if His Majesty wants to pay his respects..."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "No matter when the emperor comes, what's wrong with the imperial physician serving medicine overnight? I'm not going to make love with him."
　　Ruixue hissed: "My queen..."
　　"Okay, I won't say anything." Dong Lingjiu coughed and found that she seemed to be a little drunk, otherwise, how could such inappropriate words come out of her mouth, which was already beyond her limit. "There is no one else anyway. He is so drunk. I am worried about letting him go back to the Imperial Hospital."
　　"Don't blame me for being nosy, Madam." Ruixue whispered to her, "Yuewan has been talking to me about this matter. You know her. Who does Du Yuewan like? She is the one that even the ancient saints think is not worthy of you. Now he is only nineteen years old. Men's hearts are inherently fickle. If he changes his mind in the future, even if he is beheaded and wants his life, the Cining Palace will feel disgusted."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Although people's hearts are difficult to determine, if they waste time because of hesitation, wouldn't it be too late for people to regret it." Ruixue said:
　　"But..."
　　"Will he change?" Dong Lingjiu paused, without making an absolute conclusion, "Let's wait and see."
　　...
　　The next day, morning.
　　Although Zheng Yuheng drank too much, he was very well behaved after getting drunk. He did not make a big noise or behave badly after drinking. The eunuch helped him to wash and brush his teeth, and then he went to sleep in the east warm room.
　　According to his usual schedule, he should have woken up long ago, but today he was much later. It was not until the morning light enveloped the brocade quilt that he slowly woke up from his dream and stared at the candlestick in front of him, which had already shed its wax tears.
　　The eunuch went to take turns to change shifts, and there was no one in sight.
　　Zheng Yuheng stared at the charred candle wick, and the fragments of the small building last night poured into his mind in fragments. He drank too much, and several important parts in the middle were broken, blurred and vague, and it was a little difficult to connect.
　　But he still remembered how clingy he was.
　　More than clingy, it was simply a mess.
　　Zheng Yuheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he rubbed his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and calmed his mind. He also reminded himself to pay attention to his identity, be sensible, and be careful not to ask for sex casually - have shame! Control yourself!
　　Doctor Zheng prepared himself mentally before getting up, dressing and washing. He was buttoning his clothes when someone pushed the door open. It was a young eunuch.
　　The young eunuch looked hurried, as if he was in a hurry to serve. He handed the hangover soup to Zheng Yuheng and left without saying a word.
　　Before he could thank him, he saw the other party turn around and leave. He was a little confused, thinking: "Is there something urgent?"
　　The Cining Palace is the territory of the Empress Dowager. If there is an emergency, it should also be related to Dong Lingjiu. Zheng Yuheng's heart tightened and he wanted to go out and ask in detail, so he quickly drank the hangover soup, buttoned his clothes, casually tied his hair with a jade hairpin, and pushed the door open to go out. It was
　　also a coincidence that he didn't meet any acquaintances who usually served in the Cining Palace along the way, and he was a little worried. As a result, when he arrived at the door of the main hall, he saw Jiang Neiren beside the door of the hall. She was shocked and winked at him, with a look on her face: "Why are you here?"
　　Zheng Yuheng paused and immediately felt a sense of crisis, and turned to leave. But the guard at the door took a step forward and stopped him dutifully. At the same time, a familiar male voice came from the hall.
　　"Who?"
　　Zheng Yuheng glanced at the guard's breastplate. There was no Qilin pattern, but another complicated mark. It was the Emperor's Ziwei Guard.
　　The guard was about to answer, but Zheng Yuheng replied in case he was treated as an assassin, "I am Zheng Yuheng, the Imperial Hospital."
　　The hall was silent for a moment.
　　The little emperor, who had been waiting in the Cining Palace for two incense sticks and was getting more and more bored, turned his head and suddenly felt that the cushion under his buttocks was comfortable. He couldn't help but straighten his back, sit upright, and put on a wise and heroic face: "Let Doctor Zheng come in to see me."
　　The guard agreed.
　　Under the attention of everyone, Zheng Yuheng stepped over the threshold with his head held high. Once he entered, he realized that almost all the eunuchs and maids had gathered here because of the presence of His Majesty the Emperor. They were solemn and upright, and their words and deeds were cautious.
　　The two female ministers were not there, probably because they were accompanying the Empress Dowager. It was because no one was in charge that the Cining Palace was on high alert. As a
　　last resort, Zheng Yuheng met with the Emperor again.
　　After attending court, Meng Cheng came to discuss politics with his mother in the morning. However, the Queen Mother was not in the Cining Palace, but was invited by the Queen to listen to a specially arranged new play. In order not to spoil the interest of his mother and sister Wang, Meng Cheng did not ask anyone to inform them, but sat in the Cining Palace holding the memorial and waiting.
　　He waited for a long time and was already a little bored. Just at this time, he ran into the "little vixen" that he hated so much, and it happened that he ran into the male vixen who was shamelessly seducing his mother.
　　Meng Cheng was arrogant and looked at him with a sullen face. As soon as he glanced at him, the awkwardness in his heart suddenly soared from zero to one hundred. He pointed at Zheng Yuheng's face and said, "You--"
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't want to embarrass the Queen Mother. Although he didn't have a good impression of him, he still lifted his robe and saluted, respectful and humble, with his head down, as if he was willing to be beaten and scolded.
　　How pitiful! This is how he deceived my mother!
　　Meng Cheng gritted his teeth and didn't ask him to get up. Instead, he said, "It's fine if you don't wear your official uniform, but you are so casual and frivolous, and you look like a playboy. Who are you trying to show off to?"
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't look untidy at all. He just didn't wear a crown, and his wide-sleeved thin shirt made him look tall and graceful, with a ethereal charm like a fairy. In the eyes of others, this is a very beautiful appearance, but in the eyes of the little emperor, it is a bad intention.
　　Zheng Yuheng thought that this was a strange thing to say, but he still endured it and said softly, "I have lost my manners, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
　　The little emperor snorted angrily, but he also knew that this man would only scold a few words and couldn't be beaten. The more he did this, the angrier he became. He put on a sage face and scolded arrogantly, "Since you know you have lost your manners, why don't you change them quickly? You are not allowed to dress like this in the future to serve under the empress dowager!"
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..."
　　He was so childish.
　　Zheng Yuheng was one month younger than him. Although he was immature and ashamed in front of the empress dowager, he had a very unique and strange mentality when facing the emperor. He always felt that the emperor was younger than him.
　　Zheng Yuheng said yes and stood up to leave. Meng Cheng, who was standing by, stared at him and walked a few steps. Suddenly he realized the key point and stood up suddenly with a serious expression: "Where are you from? Were you in the Cining Palace yesterday?!"
　　"Your servant..."
　　"Ridiculous!" Meng Cheng blurted out, "Come here, I want--" "
　　Well? What do you want?"
　　A calm voice interrupted Meng Cheng's words and came in with a sword. Zheng Yuheng
　　raised his eyes and saw Queen Wang helping Dong Lingjiu get off the sedan chair. She had already exempted herself from the etiquette of the palace maids and just stepped into the hall.
　　The Ziwei Guards in front of the hall were divided to both sides, and the part closest to the main gate was guarded by the Qilin Guards. The eunuchs and maids serving in the main hall all breathed a sigh of relief and bowed.
　　Dong Lingjiu walked in.
　　Meng Cheng's words got stuck in his throat, and he lowered his head and said, "Your son pays respects to the Queen Mother."
　　Dong Lingjiu ignored the young doctor, and first supported Meng Cheng, saying in a gentle tone, "What did you want to do just now?"
　　Meng Cheng's face was frozen, his Adam's apple moved, and he looked at Queen Wang for help.
　　Wang Wanrou received his signal and hurriedly covered for her husband. She coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Mother, His Majesty must have been bored waiting for a long time, so he played a little joke on Doctor Zheng."
　　Dong Lingjiu turned to look at Zheng Yuheng, "What joke?"
　　Zheng Yuheng felt that if he took advantage of the situation at this time, it would be like being a sycophant with a backer, which was really not good, so he said without holding a grudge, "Your Majesty thinks that this dress of mine is very suitable, so he wants to have a special set made in the palace."
　　Oh, so generous, has he changed his personality?
　　Dong Lingjiu watched his son and daughter-in-law exchange secret signals with each other, pretending not to know, and asked Meng Cheng again: "Is that so?"
　　Meng Cheng's face was stiff, and he almost couldn't breathe. He said: "...Yes!"
　　Dong Lingjiu nodded and said: "I didn't expect that you two have such a good relationship."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "I didn't..."
　　Meng Cheng: "Who told him..."
　　The two spoke almost at the same time.
　　Dong Lingjiu raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
　　Zheng Yuheng: "...That's right."
　　Meng Cheng: "...That's right."
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　　Little Emperor: Ah, vixen!
　　Little Zheng: Oh, I'm a green tea cat.