Zheng Yuheng was young and inexperienced, and except for Dong Lingjiu, he had never had close contact with others. Due to his family environment, he had no elders to love him, and no brothers and sisters of the same age who were close to him. This made him tenacious and unyielding, and he also showed a little "independence" that he would not turn back until he hit the wall.
　　After he resolved his knot in his heart this time, he regarded the Queen Mother as his lifelong destination. Whatever she said or did, it was really difficult for Zheng Yuheng to refuse.
　　He carried Dong Lingjiu into the bedroom, closed the screen with a picture of a white crane on a pine mountain, and then his figure sneaked behind the screen and stayed beside the soft curtains of the bed.
　　The window gap was not closed, and the gauze curtains fluttered slightly. The room showed a suitable temperature under the warmth of the fire.
　　Zheng Yuheng pressed her on the couch, lowered his head against Dong Lingjiu's shoulder, took a deep breath, and then loosened his grip slightly, supporting her waist with both hands and looking up at her.
　　Dong Lingjiu smiled slightly, and as usual, he reached out to touch his face and his hair, and whispered: "Did I embarrass you?"
　　More than embarrassment, Zheng Yuheng was full of accusations in his heart, brewing for a long time, but when he came to his mouth, he could only hold back one sentence: "... Not bad."
　　But these two words were also suppressed and forbearing, with a slightly changed tone of hoarseness, the clear and gentle male voice, all of which were overwhelmed with a layer of desire that made the ears itch.
　　Dong Lingjiu raised her hand and put two fingers on his belt. Just a light touch, the belt obediently fell into her hand, and the silk that fell down softly fell between Dong Lingjiu's fingers.
　　She said, "I'm just looking."
　　Zheng Yuheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he tried to maintain the last bit of precarious reserve: "I know..."
　　Dong Lingjiu folded the hanging moon-white silk, looked at it carefully for him, and said, "It's not broken, why are you so delicate?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's back stiffened, and he whispered, "You don't have this, you don't know it hurts when it grows."
　　Dong Lingjiu kissed his cheek and comforted him, "I won't tease you anymore, I'll take it off for you."
　　She reached out, but Zheng Yuheng dodged. He was eager for Dong Lingjiu's fingers, but he also had a faint fear that he could control his body and desires, so he was slightly awkward.
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "I... I can do it myself."
　　Dong Lingjiu acquiesced.
　　She propped up her chin, watching him calmly as he sat down beside the couch, his clothes disheveled, his forehead slightly sweaty, his ears red as he untied the bell from the knot. Although the bell was small, it was hung on a red line, and the line was pressed into the fragile surface, so it was very laborious.
　　When Zheng Yuheng untied the bell and the knot, he was already sweating all over. When he stopped what he was doing, he realized that Dong Lingjiu's eyes had been fixed on him, and he was examining him calmly and gently.
　　Her long gaze brought a strong sense of shame to her heart. Zheng Yuheng adjusted his clothes to cover the parts that were too revealing, and leaned over to ask for her intimacy.
　　The eyelashes of the young doctor Zheng were still wet, moist and sticky, in clusters, which were particularly conspicuous. When he asked for a kiss, he would half-close his eyes, with his dark pupils blocking his eyelashes, and he would stick to her lips devoutly and reluctantly, rubbing her face and neck. Just like a small animal.
　　How could Dong Lingjiu not dote on him? She reached out to hug him back, kissed him softly, and said, "Does it still hurt?"
　　Zheng Yuheng whispered, "You are here... How can I relax?"
　　Dong Lingjiu raised his eyebrows: "So it's my fault for being so close. In this case, I will..." Before
　　she finished speaking, Zheng Yuheng had already pulled her sleeves and hugged her again, blocking her mouth with her soft lips, and hugged her tightly: "Don't blame you, don't blame Tan Niang, I was wrong."
　　Dong Lingjiu touched his back soothingly, and then tidied his clothes by hand, saying, "Just this time, I won't bother you, it's important to have a good New Year."
　　Zheng Yuheng's first reaction was not happiness and relief, but thinking - what if he failed to satisfy the Queen Mother, what if she went to find another young man? There are many people in this world who have no bottom line. What if Dong Lingjiu meets those who are used to flattering and have other intentions, and is deceived by the other party?
　　He thought so, but he didn't realize that in Meng Cheng's eyes, he was actually not much different from this image. He just temporarily gained a buffer period with the little emperor.
　　He thought: "...If you want, you have to tell me, maybe I will..."
　　"You?"
　　Zheng Yuheng couldn't say anything. When he had no way or face to reply, he would use actions to indicate.
　　Dong Lingjiu waited for a while, and saw that Zheng Yuheng kept silent, but held her hand and put her fingers on the lapel... After so many "disasters" before, the lapel had been wrinkled and the layers were messy, and it was loosely open.
　　He pressed her hand on his chest, tilted his head to rub her, and gently added: "I will listen to you in everything."
　　...
　　On the way back to Yuan Palace, Meng Cheng did not take a sedan chair alone, but shared a sedan chair with Wang Wanrou.
　　After the canopy and ceremonial guards were set up, Meng Cheng reached out and helped Wang Wanrou sit beside him, and then held her hand, thinking silently, and didn't say much.
　　Wang Wanrou did not disturb him, but let his hand rest on her wrist. After leaving the Cining Palace for a long time, Meng Cheng pondered to no avail and said in confusion: "
　　Did Zheng Yuheng take the wrong medicine today?" The queen took the sachet of awakening, untied one end of the sachet, put it in front of her and sniffed it, and said: "Isn't Doctor Zheng very harmonious with Your Majesty?"
　　Meng Cheng rested his chin on her hand, and the fingers on her wrist tapped lightly from time to time: "It is because of the harmony that he took the wrong medicine. There are few times when he does not show his teeth and claws in front of me... If it weren't for the fact that my mother fell ill because of Wei Shilang's matter some time ago, and let me judge his heart, otherwise this man would have been kicked out of the palace long ago."
　　Wang Wanrou thought to herself, if my mother hadn't allowed it, how could you have kicked him out? But she saw through it but didn't say it, put down the sachet, and lowered her head to take care of her waist ornaments and necklaces.
　　"What do you think he is thinking?" Meng Cheng asked, "Can this man be trusted?"
　　"Amitabha." The Queen put her hands together, chanted a Buddhist name softly, and joked, "I am not a worm in his stomach, how can I know such a thing? Your Majesty has not been looking for trouble these days, hasn't he already felt what the sincerity of Doctor Zheng is like?"
　　Meng Cheng was silent for a moment, and was a little convinced at first. Although he looked unhappy on his face these few times, it was all because of the resentment in his heart. Although he minded, for the Queen Mother's consideration, he did not mean to completely ignore him.
　　The little emperor just thought of this, and suddenly reacted: "When did sister take his side? What do you mean by provoking me and making things difficult for me?"
　　Wang Wanrou smiled lightly with her hands covering her lips, put down her hands, looked straight ahead and said: "That's not the case."
　　"How can it not be the case? If you don't explain it clearly, I will be troubled for several days." Meng Cheng said as he pulled her sleeve and turned the queen's body around. He suddenly moved closer and pressed forward, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, he hugged her waist and pressed her in his arms, "But what did mother say to sister? Is this what she meant? She thinks I'm unreasonable and that I'm not mature enough..."
　　"Oh, no... Your Majesty, oh, no..." Wang Wanrou was held by his waist and could not move, so she could only say, "I have long told you that my mother-in-law particularly likes him, but you don't believe it and don't let me say it. Your Majesty is a lonely man, the emperor, and what I say is like wind on the ears, useless and unpleasant to the ear."
　　Meng Cheng frowned, vaguely remembering that she had mentioned this matter roughly a year ago. He slapped his thigh, feeling very sad, but it was too late.
　　"The sedan chair is going to shake, you should sit back quickly."
　　Meng Cheng let go of her and sat in his original place. He stayed dejected for a long time before he said slowly: "In the future, please let the queen speak frankly and give me advice. I will not be angry."
　　Wang Wanrou brushed her sleeves, without looking at him, and said with airs: "Your Majesty has a childish temper, sunny and rainy, I dare not."
　　"Sister Wang..."
　　Wang Wanrou continued, "Originally, my mother chose me to be her daughter-in-law so that I could assist His Majesty and prevent His Majesty from getting angry. But I didn't do well in the past, and His Majesty's mind is unstable. From now on, I dare not take this responsibility again."
　　Meng Cheng said, "Good sister, I swear to write an imperial edict for you. If we fall out again in the future, you can throw the imperial edict in my face as a lesson for me to reflect on myself more."
　　Wang Wanrou was stunned for a long time and said from the bottom of her heart, "I dare not. Who can teach His Majesty a lesson except my mother? I can only advise and remonstrate at most." When Meng
　　Cheng thought of Zheng Yuheng, he learned his lesson and felt that he should not be blinded by one thing and should not be willful anymore. Otherwise, if it was this Imperial Doctor Zheng today, and if there were other Imperial Doctors Zhang and Li in the future, each of them relying on their beautiful looks to seduce his mother, let alone what would happen to the court, even he, the emperor, would faint on the throne every other day.
　　As an emperor, he couldn't dare to talk to anyone around him except his mother. His mother couldn't be around all the time to watch out for him and identify for him. Even if it was to eliminate a few seeds of trouble that would disrupt the government, he had to change this bad habit of not paying attention to what others said.
　　Although Meng Cheng wanted to correct himself, his unique premonition always reminded him that something that could make him blacken his eyes in broad daylight was still to come.
　　Sure enough, after the New Year's Day, seven days passed peacefully. When he went to court for the first time to discuss the northern expedition, something happened that made Meng Cheng's eyes blacken and he almost fainted on the throne. In
　　the first month of the year, even officials who went to court were much more friendly than usual. After the grand court meeting, Meng Cheng summoned all the officials from the Ministry of Revenue, big and small, who could report to the Golden Palace and had a say in practical matters, to the Shenying Palace for discussion.
　　The emperor wore a red-gold imperial robe, with a young and handsome face. He took off his crown and only wore a golden dragon crown with pearls. He sat on the throne. The two closest to him were Xu Jin, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and Wen Haolan, the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.
　　The rest of the civil servants of the Ministry of Revenue were divided into two seats. At the end were the fifth-rank officials in green clothes, almost all of whom were strangers.
　　Meng Cheng casually exempted everyone from the ceremony and did not even look back. Instead, he first communicated with Xu Shangshu politely for a few words - he did not even know that the false account case was in Dong Lingjiu's hands.
　　Although the young emperor hated Xu Jin's past style, he could only respect these old ministers and could not show off his emperor's power. He was not the empress dowager who could scare people to death with just two or three words in the eyes of all officials. He was soft-hearted and easy to control, so his power was not enough.
　　Fortunately, no one knew what happened to Xu Shangshu today, and his expression was a little absent-minded. On the other hand, Wen Haolan, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was calm and polite. He reported the accounts sorted out by the Ministry of Revenue and talked about the money and grain expenses spent on the Northern Expedition, with the amounts piling up one by one.
　　Meng Cheng held the joint petition from the Ministry of War in his hand and stroked the memorial. He felt heavy in his heart as he listened to it. Finally, he raised his hand to stop him and said, "Minister Wen, there is no need to say more. I understand what you mean."
　　Wen Haolan bowed his head and saluted.
　　"But the Northern Frontier is also the territory of the Great Yin, and the herdsmen in the Northern Frontier are also the people of the Great Yin. Now the country is strong and the people are rich. Even if the bridges and roads have been damaged over the years, can we not fight at all? I am not here to expand the territory, nor do I have plans for a thousand-year achievement like the military officials in the court. It's just..."
　　Meng Cheng wanted to be a good emperor in his heart. He became more and more irritated as he spoke, so he simply stopped talking and stretched out his hand to quickly type the memorial.
　　At this time, Wen Haolan said, "If there is no mistake in the account book of the Ministry of Finance, it is not completely impossible to fight."
　　When he said this, the backs of several officials of the Ministry of Finance behind him tightened, and their heads were full of snowflakes - when did they have anything to do in such an occasion?
　　"There is a Chengwulang in the Ministry of Finance. Years ago, he was responsible for clearing the existing financial resources of the treasury and designing the simulated military dispatch. In the end, he came up with a result. Your Majesty, please give him a charter."
　　Wen Haolan intended to promote him, so he stopped talking and waited for Meng Cheng to ask. Meng Cheng was also well versed in the rhetoric of this group of people, and asked directly, "Who is so capable? Stand up and answer."
　　After saying that, he put down the memorial and looked up at the officials of the Ministry of Finance. As soon as
　　he finished speaking, at the end of the Shenying Hall closest to the door, a green-clothed clerk stood up. He was wearing a public uniform with a pattern of white pheasants and bamboos, and saluted him from a distance.
　　"Why are you standing so far away?" Meng Cheng glanced at him. He couldn't see clearly because of the backlight, but his patience had run out. "Come over here."
　　The other person took a few steps forward and said in a clear and calm voice: "Your Majesty, I wish you good health."
　　"Zheng Jun..." Meng Cheng was about to say that this name sounded familiar, but he paused, because this voice sounded even more familiar.
　　He stood up, raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, and said: "What's your name? Say it again."
　　Zheng Yuheng sighed and said: "Your Majesty, I wish you good health."
　　Meng Cheng stared at him for a while, then suddenly stood up, slammed the memorial on the table, and shouted loudly: "Drag him out and chop him off!"
　　Everyone in the Ministry of Revenue, even Xu Jin and Wen Haolan, was stunned by this posture. They were shocked and stunned by the young emperor's rage. Many officials in the Ministry of Revenue subconsciously knelt down and begged to calm down in this sudden anger.
　　Only Zheng Yuheng did not move. He sighed deeply again and said, "Your Majesty, please think twice."
　　"What should I think about? Today I will..." Before he could finish his protest, the Ziwei Guards outside the hall, wearing armor, walked into the hall with a clatter. Just as they were about to drag Zheng Yuheng out, Meng Cheng's face turned dark again, "Get out! Normally, when I am scolded, I feel like I am dead, but I am very active in asking you to chop people up, and you don't even try to persuade me. Get the hell out!"
　　The Ziwei Guards had not encountered such a job in ten years. They were scolded by the emperor before they even met anyone. They knelt down and kowtowed in shame and left the Shenying Hall.
　　Meng Cheng supported the imperial desk with both hands, lowered his head and calmed down for a long time. He looked at Zheng Yuheng's pleasing face, afraid that his impulse would delay his mother's important matter, so he forced himself to sit back, with a visibly cold air: "What happened just now, the attendant is not allowed to record it." The
　　attendant who was writing furiously looked up blankly: "Your Majesty, it has been written."
　　Meng Cheng said sinisterly: "So it's you I should have killed."
　　The attendant was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Change it right away, I will change it right away!"
　　The author has something to say:
　　It's a close call, it almost ended here. I didn't want the little emperor to react so much, but halfway through the writing, the character snatched the pen away, and Meng Cheng said that if I don't think about killing him today, I won't be surnamed Meng, so he wrote the last two hundred words.
　　Although Xiao Zheng only has one head, his neck is very strong OwO