Zheng Yuheng was frozen in place by this sentence.
　　No matter how close the relationship between the two was, it was still impossible to completely eliminate the aura of power from Dong Lingjiu, especially when she was unhappy about official business.
　　Zheng Yuheng considered her words and said, "Since I am in the court, I should serve my country."
　　The smile on Dong Lingjiu's lips faded, and he looked at him calmly, "Minister Xu promoted you to be the transport supervisor of grain and grass from Jiuqu River to Hongtian Pass, and transported them from local counties to the north. Zheng Yuheng, you grew up in Beijing, do you know what that place is? Do you know what a bitter cold place is and what border wind and frost are?"
　　Without waiting for a reply, she stared at Zheng Yuheng and continued, "This is a war, and you are responsible for the logistics of the war. Putting these aside, if you are not careful, you will die in the north."
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a while, and asked softly, "If this list is rejected, will the queen arrange other people among the escorts?"
　　Dong Lingjiu clenched the coral beads in his hand, took a breath, and said, "This is your reason."
　　"Yes." He said, "I am willing to be your sharp blade, and I am willing to be the 'hawk dog' and 'mouthpiece' criticized by the censor. Willing to step into the bitter cold borderland and the battlefield. If you need this position in the overall situation, this move should not be shaken by who this chess piece is. I am also a chess piece in the hands of the queen. I can advance to open up and kill the enemy, and I can retreat to defend the country. In this chess game, you don’t have to be kind to me. I am no different from others. I can give up and abandon it as long as it is useful. "
　　Dong Lingjiu looked into his eyes and was almost stunned.
　　She was full of anger at his "ignorance" and "ignorance of safety", but these angers gradually disappeared in his words, and were replaced by another more difficult to describe taste.
　　How could he say such a thing? Even Dong Lingjiu himself didn't quite understand why he could say so calmly "treat him as a chess piece like others". Isn't human love and desire just attributed to the words of preference and exclusive favor?
　　Zheng Yuheng not only had a love for her and wanted her favor and exclusive love, but also had infinite respect and admiration for her. Perhaps playing the biggest role on her chessboard was the best destination he had ever expected. Dong Lingjiu
　　sat back, and she scanned the escort list in front of her again, stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead, saying, "You are all bastards."
　　Zheng Yuheng approached her and sorted out the messed-up memorials and official documents on the table for her.
　　"Xu Shangshu, this ignorant thing, put my future prime minister in such a place. You are also confused, are you still a living person? Are you a sage book, full of messy principles?"
　　Zheng Yuheng rarely heard her complain like this. In this situation, he actually wanted to laugh.
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at his docile back, her eyes passed through the drooping sleeves, and saw his slender fingers, holding the pen and picking medicine, sliding across the edge of the memorial. She stared for a moment and suddenly said, "Zheng Yuheng."
　　"I'm here." He turned around.
　　"Why are you so strange?" Dong Lingjiu said, "Sometimes you are very smart and know everything about the world, and sometimes you are so stupid that you can't understand anything and always bump your head against the wall."
　　Zheng Yuheng was a little nervous, but what he was nervous about was: "Don't you like it?"
　　Dong Lingjiu covered his eyes, smiled silently, and sighed a little helplessly: "Not really."
　　Zheng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Since the queen doesn't dislike it, it shouldn't matter if I don't change, right?"
　　Dong Lingjiu said: "How can I not change? I still have to change."
　　She waved her hand, and Zheng Yuheng leaned over with a puzzled look. When he broke through the safe distance, Dong Lingjiu reached out, grabbed his collar and pulled it off.
　　He was pulled down and his lips were blocked by the other party.
　　She has always been introverted and gentle, gentle and tolerant, as high as a mountain, as deep as water, like an endless river, sea or lake. Looking from afar, you can't feel the stormy waves at all. But when you really dive into it, you can feel the huge whirlpool, which is constantly tightening and entangling, silently dragging you into the seabed.
　　For example, at this moment, Zheng Yuheng felt that he could not break free.
　　He had actually seen a lot of Dong Lingjiu's emotional moments, but this time it seemed that she was really annoyed. This terrible possessiveness and brutality was like a top predator showing its fangs and clamping a person's throat. Zheng Yuheng wanted to give up resistance at first, but the premonition of danger made him want to retreat constantly.
　　Dong Lingjiu's hand pulled his collar, and the other hand came up and pressed against the back of his neck. The force was obviously very light, but it was like a heavy chain, so he couldn't even think of rejecting or leaving.
　　His lips were scarred, and under her swallowing, the fishy and sweet smell of blood came out. The tip of her tongue swept across the blood beads and probed into the deeper wounds.
　　The rich fragrance on her body was like a mental anesthetic, making people ignore the pain and continue to indulge. Zheng Yuheng was caught off guard and had no chance to fight back. He felt her hand on his back, gently caressing him with a burning touch.
　　She had developed a bad habit of venting her emotions on him. When Dong Lingjiu came to his senses, the young doctor Zheng had tears in his eyes and his eyelashes were wet because he did not dare to resist her and could not make a sound.
　　She suddenly let go of her hand and his soft and pitiful lips, and calmed down.
　　Zheng Yuheng's arms supported her side, and he lowered his head to regulate his breathing. The air flowed into his lungs again, supplying oxygen to his blank mind.
　　Dong Lingjiu reached out, held his cheek, and whispered, "Good boy, how could you not be obedient."
　　Zheng Yuheng's spine was numb, and an indescribable, trembling feeling rushed to his mind. He felt a strong sense of guilt. Even though he was dressed neatly, he actually felt that he was naked in her eyes, which made him feel extremely ashamed.
　　He was speechless, as if if he said one more word, his guilt would surge up, engulf his reason, and make him do something uncontrollable.
　　Dong Lingjiu stroked his injured lips, and the two were very close. Her breath smelled of orchids and sandalwood. She said softly: "You don't understand anything else, but you understand the trick of beheading first and reporting later. You have learned bad habits. I will punish you."
　　Zheng Yuheng paused, and after a long time of calming down, he said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
　　He didn't remember to be beaten, and even if he was punished many times, he probably wouldn't learn his lesson.
　　Dong Lingjiu rested her hand on his chin, looked him in the eye, and said, "How about I make a chain for you?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's ears were burning, his voice trembled, and he asked cautiously, "What...?"
　　"A gold chain." She raised her finger and tapped his collarbone, "Lock it."
　　Before she could finish her words, Zheng Yuheng had already completed that picture in his mind. His imagination was so rich that he even imagined the parts that Dong Lingjiu hadn't thought of. For a moment, his face turned red and he didn't dare to look at her. He gritted his teeth and agreed after a long while, "Okay."
　　"But that has to wait until you come back." Dong Lingjiu said, "If you can't come back safely, I'll give it to someone else."
　　Zheng Yuheng grabbed her hand, looked at her closely, and said anxiously and pitifully, "No."
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "Why, do you still want to be my master?"
　　"I dare not." He said honestly, then raised his eyes and looked at her infatuatedly, then went over to kiss her cheek, his eyelashes drooping, almost brushing her skin, "Please."
　　Dong Lingjiu was about to agree, but when he saw him raise his hand and gesture, he actually said seriously: "If there is any accident, please trouble General Geng to take special care of me. Burn my bones into ashes and turn them into soil, and put them in a carved box like a dressing box. Your Majesty, hang the chain on the lock of the box, and it will be like locking me up."
　　Dong Lingjiu: "..."
　　She stood up expressionlessly, pulled the sticky little Zheng cat off her body, kicked him lightly, threw him to the ground, then stood up, patted her sleeves, took a deep breath, and then said coldly: "It's so unlucky."
　　Zheng Yuheng's brain must be very strangely structured. He was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "...It's really not good to show you this kind of thing..."
　　"Is this what I'm talking about?!" Dong Lingjiu couldn't help but raise her voice. She was almost mad at him and wanted to hit him with something. When she saw that it was a teacup in her hand, she was afraid that the porcelain cracks would hit his eyes. She raised it and put it down again, dropping a copy of "Seven Strategies" on the desk.
　　This "Seven Strategies" is a unique copy from the Jin Dynasty. Dong Lingjiu cherishes it and the little emperor has tried to borrow it several times but failed. Zheng Yuheng was familiar with the things on her desk, but she didn't expect that this thing could be used to hit herself. He covered his slightly red forehead, then sorted out the books that were almost broken, thinking silently in his heart: Did I say something wrong? What sentence did I say wrong again?
　　He put his head down and put the book back on the table carefully. He touched his remaining face, leaned over to massage her shoulders, pulled her to sit down again, rubbed her sweetly and clingingly, kissed her, and whispered: "I was wrong, I won't say those words anymore, don't be angry."
　　Dong Lingjiu put one hand on her forehead, picked up the list, dipped it in ink and replied, saying lightly: "I'm not angry."
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't believe it. He took a look at the Queen Mother's red comments and saw that although she was unhappy, she still affirmed his idea. This also indirectly confirmed that it was indeed beneficial for her that he could be included in the list of officials of the escort officer.
　　He became bolder. After Dong Lingjiu almost finished writing, he lowered his head and whispered to her to apologize, saying some sweet words that sounded childish and almost wishful thinking. The
　　tassels on Dong Lingjiu's temples trembled slightly at his voice.
　　He talked for a long time, but she still ignored him. Zheng Yuheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he said, "Please, don't ignore me. Please punish me, okay?"
　　Dong Lingjiu turned her head and looked at him.
　　Zheng Yuheng came over and looked at her sincerely.
　　Dong Lingjiu said, "I should teach you a lesson. That's the snowy land in the north. Aren't you afraid that you will never come back?"
　　He thought for a while and said, "I have prepared a new prescription and told Cui Neiren. I have taken care of you for a year. Even if I am not here, as long as the queen is willing to recuperate, you will definitely be cured."
　　Dong Lingjiu frowned, "I didn't say that."
　　"Although I have some talents, I am also valued by the queen. The imperial examination is held every three years in the country. There will be more talented and capable scholars in the court. It is not a pity that I have not accomplished anything."
　　Dong Lingjiu looked at him and said nothing.
　　Zheng Yuheng hesitated for a long time before he mustered up the courage to ask, "Will the Empress be sad if I'm not here?"
　　Dong Lingjiu sighed and said, "You little bastard, do you even need to ask this?"