It is said to be a beautiful dream at night, but it is not entirely true.
　　The dream was mostly caused by Zheng Yuheng's guilty conscience, and the suppressed longing surged again, so he saw her. As long as he dreamed of her, even if he was beaten and punished, it was not a bad thing for him.
　　Zheng Yuheng only felt that the surroundings were dim, without a candlelight. He sat on a soft couch, his hair was tied up with only a hairpin, and a golden chain hung on his ankle, connected to the head of the bed.
　　There were two or three bells on the chain. Although the length was enough for him to move, the implication was really frightening.
　　Zheng Yuheng stared at this thing for a while, and he didn't realize that he was in a dream, but he felt vaguely in the clouds and fog... This must be the way the queen was angry to punish him? I'm afraid she was so angry that she locked him here.
　　But locking him up and ignoring him for a while is even more unbearable. It doesn't matter if he is locked up, but he should be allowed to see her, right?
　　Zheng Yuheng sat on the couch, the bed curtains fluttering, the air filled with fragrance. He didn't know why he got sleepy, and fell asleep in a dream. Suddenly, he felt a hand coming up, gently touching his face. The fingertips were delicate and slender, with a warm and appropriate temperature, and it just kept stroking, from the side of the cheek to the neck.
　　When he opened his eyes, he saw Dong Lingjiu looking down at him. He subconsciously moved over and stretched out his hand to grab her hand, but Dong Lingjiu avoided him and asked with a smile: "I just let you run around because I'm too arrogant and spoiled."
　　Zheng Yuheng wanted to explain, but his throat suddenly tightened and he couldn't speak. He tried many times, but could only utter single sounds that couldn't form a sentence. He was stunned for a moment, thinking, I slept and became a mute?
　　Dong Lingjiu showed no strangeness, as if it was supposed to be this way. Not only that, she even raised her hand slightly and grabbed the furry ears on his head.
　　Fluffy... ears?
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned, his Adam's apple moved slightly, not knowing what on earth had grown on him. He stood up and wanted to light the candle to find a mirror, but was pushed down again. He didn't even have the strength to fight back.
　　Dong Lingjiu lay on his side, slowly pinching the furry cat ears, stroking the tuft of fine hair on the tip of the ear for a long time, and then said: "Stop making trouble, if you are good, the chain will be untied sooner or later. If it's still the same as before, how can I let you out?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was speechless and felt very wronged. He couldn't embarrass himself as a mute. He lay beside him, looking at the bed curtains, and shook his tail in annoyance and depression.
　　...No.
　　Is it reasonable for him to have a tail? Could it be that he is not actually a descendant of the Zheng family, but a wild monster who was brought into the mansion and pretended to be the eldest son of the Zheng family? Is he actually a wild cat spirit?
　　Zheng Yuheng's thoughts were in a mess, and he had begun to have endless wild thoughts. Immediately, Dong Lingjiu's hand reached around and gathered his newly grown thick and fluffy tail in the palm of her hand, and gently pinched it.
　　Zheng Yuheng felt that the hair on his tail was about to explode when she touched him. He took a deep breath, took the initiative to hug Dong Lingjiu, looked at her with accusing eyes, and then repeated the old trick, rubbing her while lightly pecking and kissing the corner of her lips, and then moving a little bit to her lips. Just as he was about to go a little further, he felt a tail that did not belong to him being pinched hard.
　　His breathing stagnated, and he clenched his fingers, and suddenly froze in place.
　　The Queen Mother reached out and touched his chest and abdomen, and pressed Zheng Yuheng back to the couch. She lowered her eyes slightly, and the tassels of her hairpins swayed slightly, reflecting a faint glow.
　　Dong Lingjiu stared at him and said, "Why do you always have such a bad heart? You don't repent after making a mistake, and you only know how to please others."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked into her eyes, feeling guilty, but he couldn't say a word with his voice, so he turned sideways and lowered his head, just shaking his tail. However, when he noticed that Dong Lingjiu stood up, he quickly reached out and grabbed her sleeve.
　　She sat back down again, smiling and teasing him a few words.
　　Zheng Yuheng's face was burning, and he bit the bullet and pulled her hand over, kissed her slender fingertips, then looked up at her expression, and seeing that she was not dissatisfied, he continued to kiss her slender knuckles until her frosty wrist.
　　He pulled Dong Lingjiu's hand, put it on his cheek, stared at her, and asked her to touch it again.
　　She said, "Why didn't I see you thinking about me so much when we were running around outside?"
　　Zheng Yuheng opened his eyes wide, and he only hated that his mouth was sealed. He held her hand stubbornly, not letting go at all, and his long tail went around her waist without any instruction.
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't seem to be too angry. He smiled at him and raised his fingers to untie the collar that Zheng Yuheng had tied around his neck. The
　　outer shirt had long been untied. Although the collar was tightly sewn, it fell loose in Dong Lingjiu's hands in just a moment, revealing her slender neck. Her hand suddenly stopped and touched the decoration below her Adam's apple.
　　Zheng Yuheng then realized that he had prepared such decorations. It was simply shameless. The reserved little Zheng Lord blushed and was ashamed. He felt that he had broken the limit, but at the same time, he felt a faint movement in his heart, wondering if Tan Niang really liked this thing?
　　Unfortunately, Dong Lingjiu just touched it slightly and went to untie his thin shirt again. Without the help of its owner, the dress naturally surrendered to her hands and could not hold out for even a moment.
　　Zheng Yuheng was almost completely uncovered, but she was still dressed neatly, not at all messy, and even her expression was dignified and solemn. He was a little depressed, stepped forward and put his arms around her shoulders, then lowered his head and bit open her collar, buried his head beside her neck, and his tail became tighter and tighter.
　　"Heng'er?" She called softly.
　　He did not respond, but just wanted to save face, which made her messy. When Zheng Yuheng lowered her head, her two fluffy ears rubbed against Dong Lingjiu's ears, shaking from time to time.
　　"Stop it." Her hand sank into the other's hair.
　　Little Master Zheng has never been obedient. Although he always listened to her, he actually had his own ideas at this time. He knocked the gold and jade hairpins and other things onto the couch, and took off a pearl hairpin by biting it, and then saw Dong Lingjiu's gathered black hair pouring down like a waterfall.
　　Zheng Yuheng was satisfied, so he let go of the pearl hairpin and kissed her earlobe from the right side.
　　Dong Lingjiu pushed the mean little cat back to the couch, raised his hand to touch his hair, frowned slightly, and seemed to think that Zheng Yuheng really deserved to be punished, so he touched his tail against the fur and tied a bell on it.
　　Zheng Yuheng couldn't help himself, and felt that this tail was not his own - even if he exchanged it for his voice, it would not listen to him at all. Not to mention being touched by her a few times, even when he saw her, this thing would involuntarily move closer, revealing an exaggerated flattering attitude... It really makes people unable to hide their thoughts. The sound
　　of bells and chains rang out, and Dong Lingjiu finally remembered to favor him.
　　She held her hand and pushed aside the last bit of cloth left. Zheng Yuheng held his breath and looked into her eyes.
　　However, Dong Lingjiu looked down at him and didn't move for a long time. His gaze was a little difficult to understand.
　　Then, the Queen Mother said, "You play by yourself for a while, I'm going back."
　　Zheng Yuheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was wrong with her. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't catch the corner of her clothes. He could only watch the Queen Mother turn around and leave. Her back looked like she was running away.
　　This was strange.
　　Did he fall out of favor again?
　　Zheng Yuheng tossed and turned, thinking about it, carefully analyzing the other party's words today, but he couldn't get to the point and couldn't figure out why.
　　After a while, Zheng Yuheng felt hot and got out of the quilt. Just as he was about to put his clothes back on, he lowered his head and was stunned.
　　Hmm...
　　What is this, could it be... a barb?
　　...
　　The wind inside the pass was getting warmer and warmer.
　　Zheng Yuheng woke up from this strange and somewhat spine-chilling dream, and looked around. It was still a barren wilderness and the sky was approaching dawn.
　　They walked all the way out of the battle area, and the caravan stopped in a small village near Hongtian Pass. It was time to rest. There
　　were almost no able-bodied men in the village. They were all conscripted to be civilians. The cattle and sheep had been looted before, and only one in ten survived. Those who live here sincerely hope that the Yin army can win, and it would be best if they win quickly, so that they can live a stable and peaceful life as before.
　　Zheng Yuheng got off the car and found that a soldier had been following him. He turned his head and recognized it for a while. It turned out to be the Qilin Guard who often stood guard outside the Cining Palace. The two had met at least four or five times.
　　"Sir Zheng," seeing him turn his head, the Qilin Guard immediately said, "We are ordered by our commander to take good care of you and send you back safely."
　　"... Commander Jiang is quite thoughtful."
　　"This is also for the good of Sir Zheng." The Qilin Guard said calmly, "This injury is irreparable. If you lose your arms and legs, then the queen..."
　　"Okay," Zheng Yuheng borrowed a basin of water from the village to wash and clean himself up. "You will use the queen to pressure me. Even if you don't say that, I won't run back."
　　The other party was relieved.
　　Zheng Yuheng's treatment was probably not much different from that of the Sixth Prince. After washing, he used his right hand to apply medicine to his left hand and shoulder. He moved a little and felt that it was just a superficial wound and did not hurt his bones.
　　Due to the limitation of vision, he couldn't fully examine his wound himself, and could only speculate based on the visible part, combined with his feelings and the degree of recovery.
　　Seeing this, the Qilin Guard at the side came forward to wash his hands, took the ointment for external application, and helped young Master Zheng solve the problem of changing the dressing on the arrow wound.
　　Zheng Yuheng thanked him, and then thought for a moment in pain, and suddenly said: "I have something to ask of you."
　　The Qilin Guard's hand trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Master Zheng, please don't embarrass me, it's really not possible to turn around, this is all my duty..."
　　"No." Zheng Yuheng said.
　　The other party quieted down and looked at him suspiciously.
　　"Can you help me hide... this injury?" Zheng Yuheng said.
　　"Hide the arrow wound?" Qilin Guard hesitated for a moment and murmured, "This is not my business. We still have a while to go back to the capital. If it heals well, it won't be visible on the outside... But if the queen asks, I still have to tell the truth."
　　Zheng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It doesn't matter, just don't go up and tell her."
　　He silently calculated in his heart that it would take about fifteen days to return to the capital from Hongtian Pass, stopping and starting, escorting people. He changed the medicine frequently and rested well. Maybe when he returned, he would still be a complete and lively doctor Zheng, and he would not make her angry.
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　　Oh, someone knew that he was making her angry?