A man is given a name after he is twenty years old, but in most official families of this dynasty, children are given a name after they have their hair tied up at the age of fifteen, but it is only when they are twenty years old that they are officially called.
　　Dong Lingjiu has never heard Zheng Yuheng mention his name.
　　Zheng Yuheng paused for a moment and replied, "I don't have a name yet."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "If your elders don't have this plan, it's not difficult for me to help you with the ceremony." The
　　Queen Mother is the mother of the emperor and the elder of the people in the world. With her status, it's just a matter of a word to help anyone with a ceremony, and there is no suspicion of overstepping the boundaries.
　　Zheng Yuheng's heart moved slightly, and he only thanked her, but did not immediately agree. He couldn't help thinking: If Dong Lingjiu does it for him, let alone anything else, this half-elder status will be unshakable.
　　He secretly hopes to break all the gaps in age, class, and concepts, and let her be the other end of the red line.
　　Seeing that he did not express his opinion, Dong Lingjiu did not force him, and continued to lean on his seat to watch him continue painting, while chatting with Queen Wang and Madam Wei.
　　Wang Wanrou probably expected that her husband, the Emperor of Great Yin, should be writing furiously at his desk, frowning and thinking hard, but it was rare for the Queen Mother to be free from her duties, and this time was even less than when Meng Cheng was free.
　　She suggested, "I came here and collected a very exquisite deck of Bogu cards. I'm worried about not finding anyone to play with. Today I want to ask my mother for some advice."
　　Although Dong Lingjiu understood that she was trying her best to make him happy, she was always a dabbler, not addicted, and not very interested in either listening to opera or playing cards, so she said, "Why can't you find anyone to play with? The emperor's concubines are all so eager to learn and cultivate their moral character? Can't you invite anyone to your Fengzao Palace card game?"
　　Wang Wanrou said truthfully, "My son's card skills are not good."
　　"You and Madam Zhang, call Concubine Li." Dong Lingjiu instructed Ruixue, "Go, you also serve as a card stand for them."
　　"Yes." Ruixue saluted.
　　Wang Wanrou sighed, "My mother is too diligent and never seeks pleasure. I am really ashamed of myself."
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at Zheng Yuheng and saw that the young doctor was concentrating on painting, his eyes were not wandering at all, and it was hard to tell whether he was guilty or not.
　　She held the tea and drank it slowly, waiting for Concubine Li to come and watch them playing cards from the side. On one side was the little doctor Zheng who was frowning and continuing to draw for her. The light outside the window was dim, and wisps of thin smoke rose from the incense burner. The light was scattered with floating dust and shone all the way to her knees.
　　Dong Lingjiu suddenly felt that the years were peaceful.
　　After the death of Emperor Mingde, she had more days of worry than days of comfort. Even when she was free, although things were quiet, she was not at peace, because some government affairs could delay feedback, and some were too late to deal with them even in the middle of the night. Before Meng Cheng could take charge of his own affairs, working early and sleeping late became an inevitable rule.
　　Fortunately, in the spring, she chose Zheng Yuheng.
　　Although he was fresh, raw, and outstanding in appearance at that time, Dong Lingjiu did not place high hopes on him emotionally. She only regarded him as a display, placed in the palace, and it was enough to be good-looking.
　　But Zheng Yuheng was much cuter than she thought.
　　The harem is peaceful, the court is clear and bright, and everything is going according to plan.
　　The little emperor has taken over more and more government affairs, and now he can actually spend several days of such peaceful days. Dong Lingjiu came back to his senses and found that his memories of Meng Zhen had been getting longer and longer - this old friend in the old memories, his traces are being erased little by little, replaced by another person's cool breath and kiss.
　　While the Empress Dowager nodded in thought, Zheng Yuheng put away his pen and tugged at her sleeve.
　　"Look here," he said softly, "how about using malachite green?"
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at it for a moment: "Malachite green, which kind?"
　　"Three greens." He answered.
　　"Your color scheme is quite novel. The painters in the palace like to leave blank spaces and make the scenery beautiful. You paint like this, and your brushwork is so irrelevant. I will collect the scroll and ask them to make a screen later. If the painters in the palace see it, they may secretly scold the painter for being unruly and undisciplined."
　　He whispered, "I just think you are unruly. Let them talk."
　　Dong Lingjiu paused, coughed lightly, turned around and let him go, patiently watching the concubines play cards.
　　Concubine Li was summoned to the Cining Palace for the first time. She was in high spirits and extremely happy. She loved to be lively and talkative, and she showed her presence.
　　Although Concubine Li's card skills were average, except for Ruixue, none of them played very well. Aunt Ruixue would naturally not win in front of them, so Gan Yuner thought that her skills had improved, and she would ask the Queen Mother at any time: "Do you think this is right? Am I going to win?"
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled and said nothing. Queen Wang frowned and said to her, "Don't make noise. How can you be so talkative as a concubine?"
　　Concubine Li said, "Oh, twenty thousand. It's mine again."
　　She happily took the leaf cards in front of her, opened a few cards, and put them on top, smiling sweetly and provocatively, "Let's continue playing."
　　Wang Wanrou snorted, "I don't want to bother you. If you can't play well, don't bother my mother all the time."
　　"That's my mother-in-law too." Concubine Li said reluctantly, "I'm not allowed to ask for advice..."
　　Madam Wei was pregnant and had a quiet personality. Naturally, she would not participate in the conversation of the two concubines. She just smiled with her lips pursed.
　　The palace was lively for a while. Concubine Li really won a lot of chips. She counted the cards and asked her sister, the queen, for money for the card game. There was a lot of laughter.
　　With this background sound, Dong Lingjiu also felt very empty and very stable.
　　The smoke from the incense burner was burning weak, and Jiang Neiren came forward to change it.
　　At this time, a hurried back figure turned in from the small door. He was wearing the bright official uniform of a eunuch holding a pen, holding three memorials about one finger thick in his hands, and on top was a letter with colorful feathers and red seals.
　　Xuan Jingyun stepped into the door, and did not ask what was going on in the Cining Palace as usual, but entered directly from the side, avoiding the positions of the masters, and ran away without passing through other people, all the way to Dong Lingjiu's side.
　　"Empress Dowager," Xuan Duzhi lowered his head and handed it over, "Immediately fly it, 600 miles express."
　　600 miles express does not mean that the distance is 600 miles, but that the horses are changed but the people are not changed, and the news is delivered by 600 miles a day. Generally, only military intelligence is reported in this urgent way.
　　His voice was very low, and the concubines who were playing cards in the Cining Palace did not hear it clearly. Concubine Li did not even see Xuan Duzhi come in. Only Zheng Yuheng, who was beside her, heard a few words.
　　Dong Lingjiu's expression did not change, and she did not show any obvious urgency. She took the letter and reached to her side.
　　Zheng Yuheng immediately handed her a jade letter-cutting knife.
　　When Aunt Ruixue was away, Zheng Yuheng served her very well, and she could clearly understand the hidden meaning of every move of Empress Dowager Dong.
　　Dong Lingjiu used the letter-cutting knife to remove the seal, pulled out the paper inside, and unfolded the letter to read.
　　Her hand slowly stroked the end of the letter, and soon she finished reading it, and then replaced the several memorials below, and read them one by one quickly.
　　When Queen Wang saw that she had something important to do, she immediately lowered her voice, then poked Concubine Li hard, and signaled her with a slightly cold look to keep her voice down. Concubine Li didn't want to hear it at first, but when she found out that it was about her mother-in-law, she covered her mouth obediently.
　　Although the actions of several people continued, their voices suddenly weakened.
　　Dong Lingjiu read for a while and finished reading all three memorials. Then he held the letter in his hand, raised his eyes calmly, and said to Queen Wang: "You guys go to Fengzao Palace to play, I'm a little tired."
　　Queen Wang and others stood up and saluted. In addition to helping Wang Wanrou up, the maid beside her also helped up Mrs. Wei Zhang, who was pregnant.
　　The three of them stepped back and were about to leave when Dong Lingjiu suddenly called out, "When is Madam Zhang's due date?"
　　Queen Wang replied, "The due date is approaching. The midwives and wet nurses are waiting in my son's palace. There will be no mistakes."
　　"Okay," Dong Lingjiu said, "Go ahead."
　　After they left the Cining Palace, Xuan Jingyun immediately winked at Ruixue, and Li Ruixue understood and asked the secretary and the female historian to enter the palace to serve. As soon as she walked to Dong Lingjiu's side, she immediately realized that this matter was not a trivial matter. The
　　Queen Mother's knuckles on the envelope tightened.
　　Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked from the side, "Queen Mother..."
　　Dong Lingjiu seemed to react and let go of her hand, unfolded the letter again, and stared at the words at the end of the letter.
　　The meaning of the letter was that the Shenwu Army was a step late, and Minister Wei was ordered to escort the account book of the national treasury to issue disaster relief, which was delayed until General Geng led his men on board. He was slashed several times by the thieves, seriously injured and unconscious, and his life or death was unknown.
　　She looked at it for a long time, and was suddenly choked by the winter air. She coughed several times while covering her lips. In the interval between the rapid coughs, her voice was a little hoarse: "Draft the decree."
　　"You," she pointed at a female historian at random, "write it."
　　This female historian was on duty for the first time. She was frightened by her momentum and tone, and trembled slightly as she stepped forward to pick up the pen. She dipped the tip of the pen into the ink, and her hand trembled a little and could not hold it.
　　Dong Lingjiu kept coughing, raised her hand to drink the cough-relieving pear soup presented by Ruixue, frowned her pair of distant mountain-like eyebrows, and said in a heavier tone, "Zheng Yuheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng immediately stepped forward, took the pen from the female historian, and waited for instructions with a restrained look.
　　Dong Lingjiu then dictated.
　　In the huge main hall, except for her slightly hoarse but clear voice, there was no other sound. Even the birds looking for food in early winter did not dare to land on the eaves.
　　After Dong Lingjiu said the decree, her mouth was dry. She finally said, "...let Geng Zhe do it this way, and investigate directly. There is no need to be too hesitant, and don't beat around the bush with the people in their place. If there are obstacles, if there are words that are not in line with the rules, I will allow him to act first and report later. If something goes wrong - the Empress Dowager of Great Yin will take responsibility for him!"
　　Dong Lingjiu stood up, but did not return to the bedroom. Her chest felt very stuffy and she could not hear clearly. The windows in the palace were not opened to keep it warm, which made her even more depressed.
　　Ruixue supported her and walked out of the palace gate and stood under the corridor to get some fresh air.
　　This time, Dong Lingjiu was really choked by the cold winter wind. Her throat felt like it was burning, and a surge of anger rose from her internal organs, almost hitting her heart like a tide. She took a few steps, held Ruixue's hand, and continued:
　　"Go tell Guiyuan Palace that from today on, he has to make decisions on this matter every day. No matter when the report from the Shenwu Army comes, no matter how late it is, he must get up and approve it, and discuss it with me and the court officials! If this matter is not done well, won't any place be able to despise the central government and the emperor? Now is the second year of Huining, not the second year of Xining. At this time, someone dares to take action against the imperial envoy. If I die, will someone dare to rebel against him immediately?!"
　　"Long live the queen, you will never..."
　　Ruixue's words have not been finished yet, Dong Lingjiu's cough that was suppressed by the pear soup sounded more violently. She was so angry that her head was dizzy, and she even vomited blood with the cough.
　　Ruixue was so scared that she couldn't speak. She was shocked for a moment and turned around and shouted: "Let Lord Zheng come!"