90 Days of Spring

Wei Ling gave her a bottle of pearl white jade ointment and taught her to apply it on her face once in the morning and evening, which can make her skin smooth and make her skin look bleak in a few days. Although the skin on the little maid’s body is good, her face is dry, thin and yellow due to years of freezing and sun exposure. In Wei Ling’s words, she is disgusting at first sight.

Miaomiao pouted disdainfully. Although this face was not to be overwhelming, but it could be called a pure and beautiful, how could he say it badly.

From Han Yuxuan back to the lower room, she kept holding the porcelain vase Wei Ling had given her with mixed feelings. Cen Yun didn't ask her where she had gone. She would not be on duty tonight, so she could come back earlier. During the period, Miaomiao had been thinking about how to attack Yang Fu. Although Wei Ling told her a little bit, how to implement it in detail still requires careful consideration.

At first, Wei Ling said lightly: "You show up in front of him a few times, and if you use small tricks when appropriate, he will love you."

Miaomiao looked at him suspiciously, and tweeted, "But I won't use means..."

This really overestimates her. She has a simple mind and can be called a tendon, and she can't become smart overnight. Wei Ling stared at her coldly, and finally leaned over her ear and pointed a few words in a low voice. Men know men best, and Yang Fu is so deep that it is difficult to figure out. As early as when Miaomiao had a heart attached to him, Wei Ling had thoroughly investigated his situation, so she was not unfamiliar with him. For Yang Fu, the simple and kind qualities of Miaomiao are the most precious.

It's a pity that Wei Ling doesn't intend to talk too much. He has his own selfishness, and whether he succeeds or fails depends on the two artificialities.

Miaomiao kept Wei Ling's words in mind. Although she seemed to understand but not understand, she generally knew how to do it. She thought about countermeasures, and washed her face with hot water. After the last time of scales, she had not dared to touch the water for several days. Today, I talked about the troubles with Wei Ling. Wei Ling told her not to worry. At first she was born with scales that her body couldn't adapt. After a few days, it is no problem. As long as she doesn't get wet, she won't show any flaws.

First he put out his hand and wiped it carefully. After waiting for a while, his hand was really safe. Only then did Miaomiao feel relieved, carefully scrubbing her cheeks and necks, sitting in front of the bronze mirror, pouring out a little white jade ointment, spreading evenly on her cheeks, applying a towel to her cheeks, waiting patiently for a quarter of an hour.

Probably because of the immersion in water, her squishy eyes were full of autumn water, and her small face was flushed with hot water, which at first glance was more delicate. Miaomiao couldn't help feeling that Wei Ling's ointment was effective. She put it on the bedside like a baby, and arched into the bed contentedly.

After lying down for a while, remembering something, put on a short red jacket again and walked out of the room, and touched the door of the other courtyard kitchen in a familiar way.

The sun is slanting westward and is about to fall. The prince had just had a meal not long ago, and the master in the kitchen was cleaning up the mess. He looked up and saw people coming, and smiled kindly, "Isn't this Miaomiao?"

Miaomiao quickly nodded and asked with a smile, "I haven't eaten enough tonight...Is there any leftover food in the kitchen?"

Upon learning of her intentions, Master Xu smiled happily, "I usually see you eat less, and you are so skinny at a young age. Today I finally want to open it!" Yibi said and took out a drawer of small steamed buns from the steamer. , "This is a bun that hasn't been eaten for dinner. You can take it to cushion your hunger first."

Miaomiao held the crab noodle dumplings and sat aside, took a bite, and the fresh fragrant juice overflowed into his mouth. When others eat it, their lips and teeth are fragrant, but Miaomiao finds it strange. She barely finishes a whole drawer, her belly can't stand up, "I, I'm full..."

Master Xu brought her a cup of tea to cleanse her intestines. The little girl was about the size of her daughter, and she unknowingly loved her a little bit more. Miaomiao thanked her with a smile, lowered her head and slowly squeezed her mouth, until she finished drinking a cup of tea, she was relieved.

Grateful to Master Xu again and again, Miaomiao left the kitchen contentedly, and walked slowly back to the room.

If it is true as Wei Ling said, Yang Fu would not have any fascination with her because she looked too young, then she can raise herself a little more rounded, so that he can no longer look at him as a little girl.

Thinking of this, Miaomiao is very motivated and even firmer in his steps.

Not far from the front is the lower room. She and Cen Yun's room is in the third room on the west side, with the wall root on the left. Just as Miaomiao was about to push the door in, suddenly a gray and white kitten jumped out of the corner of the wall and made a shrill meow at her. Miaomiao suddenly became stiff, and forgot to hide in the room. He stepped back two steps without daring to move, and silently stared at it.

Throughout the ages, cats and fish have been natural enemies, and being human is no exception. Miao Miao's small hands were clenched into a fist in his sleeves, and his body trembled uncontrollably, very vigilant for the gray cat that suddenly appeared.

Its body was dirty, and its pupils were shining with a faint green light in the night light, shockingly tight. It was clearly embarrassed, but arrogantly tight, it stared at Miaomiao for a moment, then turned its head and ran away disapprovingly. Miao Miao was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak, and he entered the room desperately, and collapsed on the embroidered pier, unable to recover for a long time.

She fell asleep early without waiting for Cen Yun to come back, her body curled up into a ball, even defensive in her dreams.

Han Yuxuan was shrouded in the moonlight, calm and peaceful, a black shadow passed by the front door, lingered outside for a long time, and finally got into the gap. The maid only felt that something jumped by her feet, and when she looked back, she saw that the gray cat was heading toward the inner room all the time!

She was astonished, and hurried back to the house, trying to catch him. If the wild cat from nowhere disturbs the prince, the consequences will be disastrous.

However, the cat was very agile, seemingly sensitive, and ran straight to the lord's place.

The maid was so scared that she paled and went in as if she was dead to plead guilty, unexpectedly she saw such a scene—

The Four Kings had not fallen asleep yet, they were leaning on the bedside reading a book, the outline of the side face was soft and perfect under the candlelight, and the kitten was lying quietly in his arms. The cat seemed to have finally found a home, comfortably nestled in his arms and whimpered, and soon fell asleep.

Yang Fu turned his head to look at the stunned maid, and explained in a low voice, "This is the cat raised in my house. I didn't expect to find it here. Go and prepare a basin of hot water and wash it."

The maid responded again and again, bowed her head and retreated indoors, making a false alarm.

The cleaned kitten looks much better. The gray and white coat is soft and shiny, and it is very cute. The maid temporarily paved it with a small nest, right next to Yang Fu's bed. It was mostly exhausted from the road. It did not protest at all, and continued to sleep soundly in the soft mattress.

Yang Fu was so disturbed by it that he lost his reading mood, and he simply closed the book, concentrating on the small mass of traits, for some reason Miao Miao appeared in his mind. She is like this cat, she has clear eyes and a clear person.

The sky was faintly bright, and Miao Miao, together with the other maids, came to Han Yuxuan on duty early.

Yang Fu got up early today, so when she went in, he had already dressed up. Miaomiao twisted his towel and waited for him to wash. He was more than a head taller than her. He had to stand on tiptoe to touch his forehead. Miaomiao raised his head, earnestly honoring his detailed outline, and his eyes were extremely religious.

The little maid seemed to have changed a little. Yang Fu looked down at her, but couldn't tell how she was.

He stared, took Miao Miao's hand towel, "I'll do it myself."

Miaomiao responded in a daze, and was about to hand it over to him, but was shocked by the sudden soft object at his feet. Yesterday, the dirty kitten was cleaned, and her bright green eyes stared at her. Miaomiao's pupils shrank, and he stepped back subconsciously, not so much that he knocked down the embroidered pier behind him, making a dull sound.

Miaomiao put her hands on the ground, sobbing helplessly, as if she had forgotten where she was, and she couldn't stop shaking.