When she woke up again, the scented curtain in front of her moved slightly, and the hazy light and shadow penetrated from the outside to the inside, gradually illuminating her vision.
　　In front of her was not only Zheng Yuheng, who was accompanying her and never leaving her side, but also Emperor Meng Cheng and Queen Wang Wanrou. Even a group of concubines gathered outside the screen waiting, and there were even one or two sounds of Concubine Li crying outside the screen.
　　I'm not the emperor. When Dong Lingjiu heard her crying, this thought emerged. Why are you crying for me?
　　What a child who is easily frightened.
　　Dong Lingjiu woke up, and Zheng Yuheng, who was separated by a distance, immediately got up, but Meng Cheng, who was guarding in front of the bed, had already approached her: "Mother..."
　　Dong Lingjiu was anxious and angry, and the blood did not return to the meridians, which hurt the heart and lungs. This is an emergency, not to the point where there is no medicine or stone. She felt that this was a bit of a big deal, but when she recalled the stories of the previous dynasties, there were also many rulers who vomited blood due to acute illness, fainted and never woke up. Sitting in this position, there are many more people who die young than those who live long.
　　Meng Cheng helped her up.
　　Dong Lingjiu sat on the couch in plain clothes. She sorted out her thoughts first, and then said to Meng Cheng, "When did you come?"
　　Meng Cheng lowered his head and said, "Three hours ago."
　　"It's already night?"
　　"Yes." Meng Cheng replied, "Mother, please take care of yourself. I will take your instructions to heart and do my best to do it. I will not let any daring scoundrel escape."
　　When the little emperor spoke, Zheng Yuheng bowed his head in silence and waited in the same place. He had already prescribed medicine and applied silver needles. In this situation, he could only wait as a medical officer of the Cining Palace. He had no right to speak here.
　　This was already considered a special favor, because the other doctors of the Imperial Hospital were only outside the screen. Although everyone participated in the diagnosis and treatment, no one was called in for questioning.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't say anything. He leaned on the bed and thought for a while, then said, "Doctor Zheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng saluted, "I'm here."
　　"My throat hurts." She said lightly, "I have a bloody taste in my mouth. Go get me a cup of tea."
　　Zheng Yuheng turned around and went to the screen to take a cup of warm tea that had been prepared long ago. He asked again how the medicine was being boiled, and went back after getting the reply.
　　When he re-entered the bedroom, Dong Lingjiu was talking to the emperor. He stepped forward to serve tea, and the empress dowager took it casually, rinsed her mouth, cleared the blood in her mouth, and then closed her eyes again and took a few deep breaths.
　　Meng Cheng hurriedly held her hand and begged, "Please don't worry about it anymore, it will only hurt yourself. You are only 36 years old this year, in the prime of life, how can you let it go to this extent!"
　　Dong Lingjiu glanced at him, she looked calm, and asked Zheng Yuheng to change her a drinkable tea, but the young doctor Zheng handed her water. She took a sip and said nothing, holding the cup and saying, "People often say that if a young man coughs up blood, he will not live long. It is a sign of premature death."
　　Meng Cheng opened his mouth to stop her, and his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists.
　　"But at my age..." She pondered, "If I die before 40, I will give you four years. Can the emperor take on the responsibility and protect Great Yin for another 50 years?"
　　Meng Cheng choked up and could hardly speak. After a long while, he said, "Your son is ashamed of himself."
　　"Yes." Dong Lingjiu nodded, "The country and the people, the country and the people, in the final analysis, civil officials and military officers are all for the world of your Meng family. If it weren't for the turmoil in the mountains and rivers and the instability in the court, which would harm the lives of the people, who would care whether the person sitting on your throne is named Zhang or Zhao? The world... the world..."
　　She shook her head and laughed, and glanced at Zheng Yuheng, and the young doctor handed over the soup with the right temperature. This time, Dong Lingjiu did not refuse or take it lightly. He drank the whole bowl in one gulp and put it back in his hand.
　　The bitterness of the medicine has almost weakened to a point where it can be ignored.
　　After drinking the medicine, Dong Lingjiu said to Meng Cheng, "You can maintain the stability of the country, you are a wise emperor. Once I die, you will not be able to sit on this country. You are stupid, incompetent, cowardly, nepotism, indecisive, and ignorant of military affairs. If the world is in chaos, you will be the culprit. By then, will those who want to 'clean up the court' not kill you just because your surname is Meng? Will they not kill your queen, your concubines, and your relatives?"
　　"Mother..." Meng Cheng blurted out, "You will never..."
　　"I will." Dong Lingjiu looked at him, "One day, sooner or later, I will."
　　The little emperor looked at her, his fingers had unknowingly tapped into his palms.
　　Dong Lingjiu continued, "I am weak, and you are strong. If we think of the best, even if you don't become weak and die early, there will be at least twenty years when the wind and rain cannot protect you. Not to mention twenty years, even if it is just one day, if I am not here for just one day, those old ministers, old military officials, the Shenwu Army, the Shenyong Army, the Imperial Army, the three armies of 800,000 troops, plus the two guards in the capital, the rest of the officials, as well as the royal relatives, dukes and marquises, can you control them?"
　　"Your son..."
　　He was speechless and shivered with sweat.
　　"I have a question for you," Dong Lingjiu's voice was always calm, and could be described as gentle, but it made people sweat and tremble with fear, "your second cousin, the inherited Lin'an County King Meng Shen, if he controls the local army and takes advantage of the funeral and state affairs to bring troops into the capital, what will you do?"
　　Meng Cheng's breathing became a little faster.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't force him to answer. He slowed down his tone and said softly, "So, Cheng'er, don't make trouble for your mother anymore. I really... don't have much time left for me or you."
　　Meng Cheng's body and mind suffered unimaginable damage. He simply couldn't recover from this series of questions. At this moment, this already heavy and complicated Huazhang Tuanlong regular clothing added an unspeakable weight, almost bending his spine in an instant, making him feel that this throne, this set of imperial clothing, every stitch and every thread on it, is supported by the world, and he should die for the people of the world.
　　Die for the country, die for the country, and die for the people.
　　As an emperor, the four words "mediocre" are a crime for him, a sin that can be put in his mouth and cursed for thousands of years. Because the whole world is serving him, and with one day's efforts, they bring him wealth and glory, the peak of power, civil and military officials, and the power of life and death.
　　The little emperor was stunned for a long time, then leaned over and hugged his mother, his voice low: "... Your son has been trained. Your son... will never let you down."
　　Dong Lingjiu reached out and patted his back. After Meng Cheng let go, he turned to the queen and said: "Rou'er, take the emperor back to Yuan Palace. From today on, all the ministers with the titles of Vice Minister, Co-Prime Minister, and Privy Councilor are allowed to enter the palace to see the emperor at any time except for court meetings. Abolish the complicated procedure of opening the palace gates at night. As long as you bring the official seal, Those who wear or take off armor and do not wear swords can kowtow to the inner court. In addition, all matters related to the Secretariat and the Ministry of Internal Affairs do not need to be handed over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but can be presented directly to the Cining Palace. "
　　She paused and asked, "The queen urged him to issue an order."
　　Wang Wanrou bowed and saluted, and replied, "Your son respectfully accepts the mother's kind instructions."
　　After that, Queen Wang took Meng Cheng out. The little emperor was still worried and turned back again and again. Seeing that Dong Lingjiu was indeed in good spirits and had no strange color on his face, he was willing to leave.
　　Zheng Yuheng was supposed to stay by the bed to take care of him, but before the emperor and empress left, they wanted to ask about their mother's illness in detail again, so they called him out.
　　The three of them stopped outside the Cining Palace. On a winter night, the cold wind was shimmering, and the chill rolled up the branches.
　　Meng Cheng took the cloak and put it on the queen's shoulders, then stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek vigorously, took a deep breath, and said to Zheng Yuheng: "Didn't you take good care of me?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a moment, and said: "...It's my fault. I...still think everything is too optimistic."
　　With his medical skills, it would take time to cure Dong Lingjiu, but after a year of conditioning, it should only get better, not worse. But this is based on the situation that there is no worry in the country and no trouble in the world. How can a person who works day and night, even if he is young and strong, not get sick?
　　Dong Lingjiu has a very good temper. For a ruler, such a temper is already the best. But it is precisely because her temper is too good and she can tolerate it too much, so even if she is a little angry, it is accumulated in her lungs, and there are very few moments of outbreak. For example, when she watched the execution in the inner prison in the past, the Queen Mother was clearly angry, but she never vented or acted cruelly.
　　However, the accumulation of liver fire over time, stimulated by palpitations and surging anger, can easily lead to lung injury and vomiting blood. Zheng Yuheng's careful care and cautious supervision could not prevent backstabbing in the government and state affairs. Meng
　　Cheng did not get angry and blame. He stood outside the door. Although he was a young emperor, he still looked lonely and desolate. He glanced at Zheng Yuheng, and rarely did he embarrass him, but said: "It's not your fault, it's my fault."
　　He paced back and forth in the courtyard for a few steps, and said slowly: "I have grown up so big, but I don't know what my mother likes. If she has a special liking for you, then you should serve her."
　　"Amitabha." Wang Wanrou clasped her hands and chanted a Buddhist name, "Your Majesty and Imperial Doctor Zheng also have times when they quarrel."
　　Meng Cheng's worry was reflected between his brows, and he said: "I just understand things. If this disease is caused by him, and if this person does not check himself and causes chaos in the palace, I would rather mother and son be separated than kill this beast."
　　Queen Wang said: "Imperial Doctor Zheng has taken good care of us. Didn't the masters of the Imperial Hospital say that there is no problem with his prescriptions and pulse diagnosis, and no one has raised any objections."
　　"I know." Meng Cheng said, "Zheng Yuheng, if your words are useful, please persuade my mother and don't let her worry too much. If something really happens to her... I will be blamed for it."
　　Zheng Yuheng bowed his head and replied, "If there is such a day, I am willing to die with the Queen Mother."
　　Meng Cheng was stunned and looked at him again for a moment. The surroundings
　　were quiet for a while.
　　Two young men of similar age stood facing each other in the winter night with the moon at its zenith. For the first time, they were in a situation where they had nothing to say. They were closely related to the same woman, and had different relationships and feelings with her, but at this time, Dong Lingjiu had almost risen from personal affection and admiration to a broader level for both of them.
　　After the silence, Queen Wang gathered her sleeves and said to Zheng Yuheng, "Doctor Zheng, I still remember one thing."
　　Zheng Yuheng raised his hand to listen to the instructions.
　　"When you were chosen to serve in the Cining Palace, I sent people to stop you." Wang Wanrou said, "But at that time, I didn't expect the current situation, and I didn't expect you to have the ability and luck to be one in a million."
　　"I am humble and unworthy."
　　Queen Wang sighed softly, and in front of His Majesty, she thought again: "Sometimes, I always think that medicine cannot heal the heart. With secular medical skills, even if they are at the pinnacle and even if they are unique in the world, can they heal her heart?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's eyes stagnated, and his expression gradually changed.
　　"What exactly is needed to heal a person's heart? People who are sick for their children, if their children are filial and peaceful, their mental illness will be relieved. People who are sick for their partners, if their partners treat them wholeheartedly, their mental illness will naturally disappear. There are thousands of people with knots in the world, and each has their own reasons, but what is the reason for the mother?"
　　When Wang Wanrou spoke, her breath dissipated into a pale mist.
　　This winter night has become cold to a certain extent.
　　As soon as she finished speaking, the two people around her said almost at the same time.
　　"It is for the people's suffering..." "Governing the country benefits the people..."
　　Meng Cheng and Zheng Yuheng looked at each other, then looked away and said nothing more.
　　Queen Wang took Meng Cheng's hand and said to the Emperor of Great Yin: "Your Majesty, let's go."
　　She turned her head and said, "The Queen Mother's illness will be entrusted to Doctor Zheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng lowered his eyebrows and became cold and restrained again: "I am willing to die for you."