After General Geng received the order to leave the palace, the first snow had not stopped.
　　Outside the window, white fell. Dong Lingjiu put his hand on the wall of the hot tea cup, and looked sideways at the young doctor Zheng who sat down to copy again - but this time he was not so focused, as if he was a little disappointed after being questioned by General Geng about his identity.
　　Dong Lingjiu drank tea and whispered: "Unhappy?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I am not."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him like this, and couldn't help but smile, deliberately said: "Then why are you so angry that you write wrong words?"
　　Zheng Yuheng quickly let go of his hand, rolled up his sleeves and checked the handwriting under the pen, and found that it was still cautious and neat, without any mistakes. He raised his eyes and met the eyes of the Queen Mother, and then realized that from her perspective, he couldn't see how he wrote.
　　He paused and said, "You...always tease me."
　　"Always? Not many times." Dong Lingjiu said, "Come here."
　　Her words fell on him like an irresistible command. Even though her tone did not contain a sense of command, Zheng Yuheng was still like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, and had to follow her words and move forward. He vaguely classified this as something deeper and more elusive, and he called it "fate." In front of
　　"fate", he always bowed his head shamelessly without any dignity.
　　Dong Lingjiu held his hand, playing with his slender and well-proportioned knuckles, and said: "You have been so well-behaved these days. You don't make trouble, don't seek favors, and don't quarrel with the emperor. I am not used to it."
　　Zheng Yuheng wanted to answer at first, but then frowned and questioned: "How could I do that..."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "You are not sincere and have always been like this."
　　Zheng Yuheng confessed to this and had no face to deny it. He had to bow his head and answered, and then explained: "Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, how can I cause trouble."
　　"Well..." Dong Lingjiu paused slightly, "It's still a reason. Zheng Qing has made many sacrifices for the sake of the world."
　　Her words were no less than a special encouragement. Doctor Zheng had always been unsure of the bottom line in front of her. At this time, his mind became active again, and he thought and asked: "Your Majesty..."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Are you going to seek favors now?"
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..."
　　How can she measure my heart so accurately?
　　The little doctor's words were immediately stagnant, and his face was embarrassed.
　　Dong Lingjiu laughed so hard that she put her arm around his shoulders and hugged him gently, resting her chin on Zheng Yuheng's shoulder and slightly closing her eyes. There was a hint of laziness in her tone: "I'm tired and exhausted. Let's just consider it over today. Heng'er, go to the bedroom to accompany me."
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his body and let her lean on him. He carefully put his hand around her waist and his breath swept over her gently, cooling her like a cedar. "You don't take medicine, you don't eat, you go to bed and get up at night? This is against the way to keep healthy."
　　Dong Lingjiu sighed softly, stretched out her hand and pinched the back of Zheng Yuheng's neck, venting her sleepiness just enough, and then said: "People look for male favorites and face-to-face lovers, mostly for pleasure. I only have you here by my side, but you're so annoyed."
　　Zheng Yuheng hesitated, his heart loosened, and he lowered his voice: "How can I be energetic?"
　　As he spoke, he moved closer to rub Dong Lingjiu's body, and an idea was about to come out in his words. Dong Lingjiu was about to answer when he heard the young doctor ask again: "Did I tell the Empress Dowager anything on that day... on the night of the full moon on Mid-Autumn Festival?"
　　Dong Lingjiu stared into his eyes.
　　Zheng Yuheng's eyes were always clear and beautiful, with clear black and white, especially when she was a little guilty and didn't dare to get angry, she looked even more tender and immature, and pitiful.
　　Her words came to her lips, but they took a turn, with a little rising, teasing evil thoughts mixed in her words: "Do you really want to know?"
　　Zheng Yuheng remembered most of what happened that day, but only forgot the most critical transitions. He also suspected that the promise made by the Empress Dowager to him was made up by him. He was worried for a long time. At this time, he was like a fish on the hook, biting the bait.
　　He said: "Yes..."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "Doctor Zheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng's back tightened and his heart was hanging.
　　"You pull me and say," Dong Lingjiu began to weave a sweet and unrealistic web, "You are more useful than Emperor Mingde, you are in good health and tall, come over and rub my hand, beg me to use you."
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned from the first sentence she said. He looked around nervously and found that the other palace servants were very far away, and Aunt Ruixue had gone to ask the snow to be swept outside the palace and closed the window by herself.
　　He breathed a sigh of relief and was extremely ashamed. It was precisely because he still had the bottom line of being a civil servant that these words were so rebellious and absurd in front of him.
　　Zheng Yuheng took a deep breath and his tone weakened: "Your subject... Your subject deserves death."
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "This word is also a punishment for you to keep it on your lips."
　　Zheng Yuheng was choked even more.
　　"Then you said, if you have any disloyalty, you are willing to let me make a set of golden chains, lock you to the bedside of the bedroom in the Cining Palace, and serve you every day until the day you lose your beauty."
　　Dong Lingjiu has been through a lot, and his expression did not change when he said these words. He rolled up his sleeves and leisurely poured a cup of tea, handed it to Zheng Yuheng, and asked with a smile: "Doctor Zheng, are you going to fulfill your promise?"
　　Zheng Yuheng had just taken the teacup, but because his mind was in a mess, he had to hold it with both hands to avoid losing his mind. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I... will not be executed by the emperor by slow slicing, will I?"
　　"That's hard to say." Dong Lingjiu supported his chin and expanded irresponsibly, "When I give up power, maybe the first person the emperor wants to kill is Doctor Zheng, what do you think? It's not too late to stop now."
　　Zheng Yuheng's ears were red, and he choked on the tea. He covered his lips and coughed violently, and his eyes were filled with physiological tears, moist and bright.
　　Dong Lingjiu added: "You also said that you would learn literary and martial arts and sell them to the imperial family. Although you don't have the opportunity to learn literary and martial arts, your appearance is still useful. I can use it as I please..."
　　Zheng Yuheng finally couldn't listen any more. He put down his teacup without doubting the truth of these words at all.
　　The truth comes out after drinking. Zheng Yuheng was so nervous that his head was hot. He thought that he had spilled all the truth. He had no face left now, so he simply said, "Empress Dowager."
　　Dong Lingjiu thought he was going to clarify, so she adjusted her sitting posture leisurely and looked at him miserably. Unexpectedly, Zheng Yuheng not only did not clarify, but instead grabbed her hand and said in one go, "...I will not break my promise."
　　Dong Lingjiu was ready to forgive and comfort him, but when she heard this, her tone paused dangerously: "...What?" Zheng Yuheng
　　said, "A gentleman once he has spoken..."
　　Dong Lingjiu: "Actually, you can regret it..."
　　"Never regret it." Zheng Yuheng insisted, "A promise is worth a thousand gold."
　　"Actually, these words are..."
　　"It was because the Empress Dowager was concerned about my face that she didn't tell me for a long time." Zheng Yuheng automatically completed the sentence and was very moved, "Your Majesty is too considerate."
　　Dong Lingjiu's forehead jumped, and she felt that this direction was a bit wrong. Just as she was about to explain it to him, she was caught off guard by someone approaching her and kissed lightly and suddenly.
　　The other person's lips were soft and separated at the touch. There was a sense of self-awareness of sacrifice, almost sending the softest and most torturous place to her eyes, and the breaths intertwined long and filled with a faint eagerness.
　　Zheng Yuheng took her hand, put it on the side of her cheek, tilted his head and kissed her palm. It was clear that his face was already burning and couldn't be relieved, but he insisted on sacrificing himself, and attributed this to the consequence of drunkenness.
　　Dong Lingjiu was silent, mourning for a while for the bad idea of ​​her own death. The little doctor's joke was really not to be taken. He said that he would repay her with his body, and he had to repay her with his body.
　　But she was really tired and exhausted, and didn't want to spend all her energy on the case files and memorials, but she couldn't fall asleep at this time, otherwise she would fall asleep and mess up her work and rest, which was really not the way to keep healthy.
　　Can having fun make you more energetic?
　　Dong Lingjiu stared at his face for a moment and said, "Don't let me down."
　　The real test from fate finally came.
　　...
　　In the bedroom of Cining Palace, the lights were on in the daytime.
　　The bamboo curtains in front of the window were drawn down, and the light around was dim. The small lights illuminated the gauze cover.
　　Dong Lingjiu taught him how to serve the changing of clothes. At that time, Zheng Yuheng said that he "didn't learn it", but at this moment, he easily took off the complicated and gorgeous clothes. His fingers were so nimble that it almost made people doubt that he was lying at the beginning.
　　When the heavy and gorgeous clothes fell, the series of forbidden steps also made a heart-stirring sound, first low, then brushed off, and fell directly to the ground, almost sounding the sound of being broken.
　　Zheng Yuheng climbed onto the soft couch of the scented tent.
　　He circled his arms around her, with his fingers still wrapped around her back, and carefully removed the hairpins on her head bit by bit. However, Dong Lingjiu was impatient and left two hairpins on her bun. She was too lazy to remove them and raised her head to bite his lips.
　　Doctor Zheng hissed softly.
　　It really hurts when the queen bites. He blinked, licked the deep mark pitifully, and whispered, "It hurts."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Bear it."
　　Zheng Yuheng not only had to bear it, but also had to bear it in a way that people could love her, so as to arouse her sympathy and love, and to be able to make every step count. After he finished speaking, he leaned forward again and exposed his cold white neck.
　　There was an extra tooth mark on it.
　　Dong Lingjiu's tooth mark was left on his Adam's apple.
　　Zheng Yuheng took a breath, lowered his head, and used his teeth to tear open her collar, his voice a little vague: "I like... your mark."
　　Dong Lingjiu curled her eyes, obviously a little pleased.
　　The laces of the thin shirt were pulled down.
　　If Zheng Yuheng wanted to serve her, he had to make himself undemure and unrestrained. He had to dress himself up carefully to please her, take off all the feudal ethics and the wrapping of the noble family, and become the lowest and most humble person to be favored. He had to throw aside his former self and the other self who was bound and shackled, constantly abandon the bottom line and gain a new life.
　　Only in this way, Dong Lingjiu would love him wantonly, pity and cherish him, not be troubled by any other concerns, and only fulfill his own selfish desires.
　　At this point, Zheng Yuheng was like a little beast who lived on being favored. He had a kind of spirituality that could be called a gift for making her happy.
　　Therefore, when the two began to break the taboo, he had already been disheveled with thin clothes and long hair, like a beast waiting for favor. But she only took off her gorgeous clothes and her hair was not messy.
　　Until Dong Lingjiu gave orders and allowed him to do so.
　　The gauze on the incense tent began to shake layer by layer like ripples. The bed was too solid, and there was no sound of the wooden pillars twisting and struggling. Only the gauze curtains were shaking randomly, on the verge of being torn apart.
　　Dong Lingjiu's hands went deep into his hair and tightened involuntarily, as if to stop him, but sometimes, it was like encouragement.
　　The hairpin that had not been removed hit the jade pillow, causing several ding sounds.
　　Afterwards, Dong Lingjiu suddenly came back to her senses, glanced at him lazily, and whispered, "You lied to me?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "Your Majesty..."
　　"This makes me even more sleepy." Dong Lingjiu turned over, rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes, "I'll chop off your head when you get up."
　　So Zheng Yuheng supported her shoulders, still nervous, too nervous to speak, but still persevering, and asking for the next order, biting her fingertips and said, "Can you serve me one more time before I chop off my head?"
　　Dong Lingjiu pulled out her hand, pinched his face, and left a red mark on his handsome and fair face, and her tone was almost weak: "Get out."
　　The author has something to say:
　　Hehe. Hehehe.