90 Days of Spring

I tried so hard to please him just to go to Huayu Mountain.

Yang Fu stared at her calmly, the little maid was full of hope, and the meow squeaked softly on the apex of her heart. He bowed his head and pondered, and then said for a long time: "This trip should take three or two days. The ice and snow on the mountain have not melted yet, so remember to bring more clothes."

Miaomiao cheered, "Good lord, no problem lord!"

Just a trip can make her so happy, it can be seen that she was really suffocated before. Her groaning gratitude was in her ears, Yang Fu curled up a smile unconsciously, and didn't even notice that he was more indulging in her.

While packing the books in the attic, Miaomiao hummed happily, and even worked a lot more quickly.

"After the storm of life...how much a glass of wine..."

Yang Fu put down the scroll, black eyes looked at Miaomiao, "Where did you hear this song?"

Miaomiao stepped on Xiaozi, and was struggling to place a book on top. He turned his head back when he heard the words, and blurted out: "Wei Ling taught me."

This is four or five years after Qianwei Ling came back from the south and learned such a song on the road. He likes to hum when he has nothing to do. Miao Miao has also learned it over time. She doesn't quite understand the meaning inside, and vaguely feels proud and magnificent, and she hums with a bit of momentum. Today, on a whim, he sang a few sentences, unexpectedly attracting Yang Fu's attention.

Yang Fu only noticed the name in her mouth. It was not the first time she mentioned this person, but he didn't care about it last time. "Who is Wei Ling?"

Miaomiao thought, "He was the one who grew up with me."

That was the so-called childhood sweetheart. Yang Fuben thought she had no relatives or friends, and he didn't know that this person still existed. The song that Fang Cai Miaomiao hummed is a famous song from Eastern Guangdong. Unlike the people who have been there, Miaomiao asked.

After this incident, Yang Fu became more interested in her life experience, "Where was your home originally?"

Miao Miao uttered, faintly saying, "It's near the water, which is relatively remote..."

Yang Fu looked straight at her, "Where are my parents?"

"I can't find it, I don't have parents." Miaomiao looked down and answered honestly. Indeed, since she was hatched, she has never seen her mother, let alone her father. In her consciousness, the two words "parents" are very vague existences, without any feelings, and don't even know what family affection is. Before liking Yang Fu, Wei Ling and the lake were all hers and her dependence.

Yang Fu misunderstood her meaning and stopped saying more, but it was a pity that he couldn't concentrate.

This girl has a pitiful background and was bullied in the backyard. She is still optimistic and positive, and never complains about others. Such a precious quality is now rare, like a light beam breaking into the threshold window in the morning, soft and dazzling, straight into the heart.

Miao Miao worked diligently, and in a short while, he tidy up the attic and gave it a new look. She stood with her arms akimbo in front of the bookshelf, and was quite satisfied with her results. "I don't know how long it will take no one to take care of it. The shelf is covered with dust, so I can clean it."

His small face was covered with dust, just like the snow cup outside, and it was dusty and ridiculous.

Yang Fuman casually said: "I will come back in a few days to sort out the books in the attic. The order was disrupted when the books were published last time. It is very difficult to find books now."

Miaomiao will inevitably be distressed, "But I don't know how to divide..."

Yang Fu asked: "Are you literate?"

Miaomiao shook her head honestly. It was not easy for her to learn to speak, let alone literate hyphenation. These books all look alike in front of her, how can they be distinguished?

It's normal for the little maid to be illiterate, so Yang Fu didn't doubt it, "There are records of historical records on the top, and everyone is in the same category. In addition..." Halfway through the conversation, Miaomiao was confused and he lightly said. With a cry, "I will teach you again after I come back from Huayu Mountain. It's all right today. Go down."

Miaomiao escaped, and the answer was crisp and loud: "Okay."

One wall said one wall left the attic happily. Yang Fu looked at her from behind for a while, until the little maid disappeared behind the screen and laughed blankly.

Those who were still sluggish yesterday, today are like a new person, always full of beaming smiles. Cen Yun looked at Miaomiao in wonder, the little girl under the candlelight was silly, "What is the happy event today?"

Miaomiao took out two thousand-layer steamed buns from her arms, which she asked for from the kitchen master, and kept them for an evening meal. In the past two days, she ate on time, did not pick and choose, and ate all the food that was allocated to her, which surprised Cen Yun.

Now she was eating steamed buns with relish, Cen Yun was dumbfounded, "Miaomiao, you...what happened to you these past few days, you eat more than me..."

Miaomiao shook her hand unexpectedly and stroked her cheek, "Sister Cen Yun, can you help me take a look, am I getting fatter?"

Cen Yun's mouth twitched. Could this be the reason? The palm of the hand touched her cheek, and the touch was delicate and smooth. Although it didn't grow much flesh, it did change a lot from a dozen days ago. What's more important is that Miaomiao has changed significantly in the past two days. Her small face is white, tender and moist, and with her bright smile, she is incredibly lovely and cute.

Cen Yun was slightly relieved, "It's great for you to think that way. You were too skinny a while ago, and the little girl's house should be mellow."

Miao Miao said twice, and agreed with her for the first time, "So sister Cen Yun will help me keep it secret, okay? Master Xu left me steamed buns. If the prince finds out, he might be punished."

Cen Yun smiled slightly, "Okay, eat it quickly."

Only then did Miaomiao eat with confidence, her brows and eyes crooked very satisfied. In the past two days, she forced herself to eat, and became less repulsive of human food. On the contrary, she felt that it tasted good and became more able to taste the deliciousness of it. Cen Yun burned a pot of hot water to wipe her body. The room was narrow and there was no screen to hide her. Miao Miao ate the buns and watched without blinking, "Shall I help?"

Cen Yun has long been accustomed to this way, and calmly looked at her, "Eat yours."

Miao Miao said, thinking that she hadn't taken a bath for many days, and her heart was itchy and she couldn't help but want to soak in the water.

Wei Ling once said that there is nothing wrong with touching the water in a large area, but what is meant by touching the water in a large area? She is all right to wash her face and hands now, is there no need to worry?

Even though he thought so, for the sake of safety, Miaomiao still dare not try easily. She watched enviously as Cen Yun finished wiping, her whole body refreshed, and she could only wash her face and put on the ointment given by Wei Ling. The winter can still be tolerated, but now it’s spring, the weather is getting warmer, but if you don’t take a bath then it will smell...

In the past two days, the Four Kings seldom stayed in the other courtyard. It was heard that they had returned to the city to select good horses to prepare for the hunt.

Originally wanted to be clean, but in the end, he still couldn't hide. The prince was arrogant and suspicious. If he didn't make an appointment, he would definitely make a fuss. It is better to do more than to do less, and it is better to follow his wishes and save a lot of trouble.

When Yang Fu is not there, Miaomiao is listless, and sighs boredly, "When will the prince come back?"

Cen Yun guessed that she was a little bit cautious. She scoffed at her without looking at the occasion, so she talked nonsensely, "Probably it's going to be late in the evening. You go to boil a pot of hot water and prepare to serve the lord for a while. Wash."

Miaomiao let out a dull voice and walked out of the main room with his head drooping. She hadn't seen Yang Fu's figure in the past two days. He left early and returned late, and did not turn her on duty twice, so he had no chance to meet. Miaomiao was afraid that he would forget what he promised, and prepared for him to come back to remind him.

Hot water was burning in the kitchen, Miaomiao poured into the copper bowl with a gourd scoop in both hands, looked down at the road, and carefully returned to the room.

Miaomiao pretended to have something in her heart, and didn't notice the sudden arrival in front of him. The other party didn't dodge and bumped straight up. Miaomiao exclaimed, and when it was too late, she turned her wrist and changed direction, splashing hot water on the outside of the corridor. Rao still splashed a lot on the back of his hand, but the other party avoided it in time, standing a few steps away and watching with cold eyes, "What's the matter with you walking, don't you look at people?"

Miaomiao looked up and saw a maid wearing a short apricot red jacket. She always felt that the other party was a bit familiar, "Didn't you bump into it?"

The other party glared at her, "You don't have long eyes!"

After that, walked around her and walked to the other side of the corridor.

Only then did Miaomiao remember that she was the one who ridiculed herself that day...At that time, Miaomiao was caught in the cold and stayed in the side room of Han Yuxuan, and was mocked by her. Miaomiao pouted and stared at her back, she was obviously deliberate, and she blamed others? This person is too much!

There was no way, she had to go back to the kitchen to get hot water again. Fortunately, there was no accident this time, and she was safely sent into the main room. It's a pity that Yang Fu didn't come back until the dusk fell. The water was cold and then changed, and then it was cold again, until Cen Yun asked her to go back first, and Miaomiao resignedly left.

Did he forget? It is agreed that I will take her to Huayu Mountain tomorrow, don't we count it?

She didn't even care about the burn on her hand, thinking about it all night, feeling restless. It wasn't until Cen Yun called her to get up in the early morning of the next day, she opened her eyes staringly, "So early?"

Cen Yun said, she was more anxious than her, "The prince is going to Huayu Mountain today. If you don't get up early to clean up, you will be left behind!"

Wen Yan Miaomiao suddenly became clear, and sat up from the bed. On this trip, Yang Fu only took eight servants and four maids. Miaomiao and Cen Yun were among them, and he was about to set off not early in the morning. Miaomiao hurriedly put on clothes and socks. She didn't even clean up her clothes. She took two of them and stuffed them into her bag at random, and hurried to the main room of Han Yuxuan.

It is said that Yang Fu only returned at midnight last night, but he has already gotten up now, dressed neatly, and standing at the table of the Eight Immortals with his hands on his back.

The first time Miao Miao was out of town, he was very nervous, and followed Cen Yun to call out to the lord, and waited by obediently.

Before dawn, Han Yuxuan was shrouded in a layer of rich dazzling colors, and a huge candle with arms ignited on the stage, reflecting the light inside. Yang Fu lifted his eyes and saw that in just two daylight scenes, the little maid seemed to have changed a lot. Some flesh has finally grown from her cheeks, her pink cheeks are tender and tender, like a budding flower bone, she is fascinating.