90 Days of Spring

Not long before the setting sun, there will be no one to save tonight, they can only be wronged here.

Looking up, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the wilderness is empty. Where can I fall asleep? Apart from a girl, there are two noble princes in the group. It is difficult for the two servants to not only explore the way far away, but also find a good place to live.

Fortunately, there is a cave not far away with a narrow space that can only accommodate five or six people. The attendant cleaned up the inside and found hay to be laid out neatly, and only then did the four kings and the seven kings come in. Although the place is small, it is better than nothing, better than sleeping in the wilderness tonight. Neither of them expressed their opinions, and Miaomiao had nothing to say. She can sleep wherever she is, as long as she can be with Yang Fu.

The two attendants were under the hands of the Seven Kings, calling Qin Chao and Qin Mu respectively. They guarded every step of the way outside the cave, and Miaomiao was stomping on one side. Her hands and feet were cold from the cold, and if she didn't stomped her feet, she would be stiff. Her movements shook the snow above her, and she threw her head down, Miao Miao whimpered, her head and shoulders were covered with broken snow, and even her eyelashes were covered with white.

Qin Chao is a very lively person. Seeing her embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Did you come to make fun on purpose?"

Miaomiao brushed off the snowflakes on her shoulders and glared at him angrily, "I am not!"

The voice will fall, and Yang Fu's low voice comes from the cave: "Miaomiao."

Miaomiao immediately corrected her expression, and then said, "Come in."

She stuck out her tongue at Qin Chao and walked into the cave obediently. Yang Fu and Yang Ting sat on two sides, a small fire rose in the middle, and the fire light illuminated the faint cave. Yang Fu's contemplative eyes were hazy, and the whole person seemed to be coated with a soft light. Miaomiao approached him, "The prince has something to order?"

The snow that had fallen on her head was not completely removed. The white flowers hung on the hair and turned into water droplets when they were roasted by the fire. They slid down the delicate cheeks, like peaches just taken out of the water. Yang Fu motioned to the firewood and hay, and asked her to sit aside, "Pay attention to the fire and don't let it go out."

Miaomiao obediently added firewood inside. Although she didn't understand why Yang Fu didn't let her come, the inside of the cave was much warmer than outside, and she was very happy.

Yang Ting leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, listened to the conversation between the two, and looked at the little **** the opposite side. Her eyes were bright and simple, and she looked like a girl with no thoughts.

They will not return to Changyuan tonight, and the prince will send someone to look for it tomorrow. However, there are always accidents. If the prince tomorrow does not find this place, they must find a way to save themselves, and they cannot stay here forever. Yang Ting summoned Qin Dynasty and Qin Mu, "You go to explore the road outside, if there are traces of going down the mountain, come back and report at any time."

They should go down and leave in two ways.

From time to time, a cold wind hits the entrance of the cave. Miaomiao hugged her knees into a ball, resting her head on her knees, silently adding wood to the fire. The wood is almost burned, I am afraid that it will not last for half an hour, but Qin Chao and Qin Mu have not returned. Because of the presence of the Seven Kings, she was much more cautious than usual. She never dared to speak, silently doing her own business.

She walked all afternoon and was frightened one after another. She was already exhausted and hungry. Miaomiao pressed her stomach and frowned, desperately wanting to eat the warm Melaleuca buns, her stomach was spoiled by herself, and now she couldn't bear any hunger.

There was an abrupt sound from the quiet hole, Miaomiao's face was red, and she reacted for a moment and waved her hands in a panic, "No, it's not me..."

This little maid really understood so well. Yang Ting raised a smile and was about to get up, but Yang Fu slowly stood up, his slender and tall figure seemed even more constrained. He straightened his clothes and walked out of the cave unhurriedly, "I'll find some dry wood, and see if I can eat. After a hard day, the seventh brother should be hungry too."

Yang Ting raised his lips, "I have four brothers."

Seeing that Yang Fucai hadn't walked a few steps away, Miao Miao stood up and looked at Yang Ting embarrassedly, "Seven Kings, maidservant go and see..."

Yang Ting said dismissively, "Go."

After that, Miaomiao followed Yang Fu without hesitation, and followed him closely.

Yang Ting glanced at the two of them with intriguing eyes, and pulled the fire twice, with a smile on his lips.

It was very inconvenient to walk in the snow. Miao Miao later learned to be clever, stepping on Yang Fu's footprints all the way forward. Yang Fu's clothes floated in front of her, she wanted to reach out and hold it, but after thinking about it, she endured it. She raised her head and looked at Yang Fu's expression, but it was a pity that she didn't see anything, she always felt that he was still angry about what happened just now.

The firewood along the road was soaked in snow and could not be ignited, so they followed the hillside all the way down. Yang Fu seemed to be ignorant of someone behind him, and moved forward without looking back at her. Miaomiao pouted and followed, without complaining, from time to time he looked up at his calmly walking back.

The downhill road was slippery and slippery. She supported the rock wall and moved down a little bit, timidly and cautiously.

Halfway through, he didn't hear any movement. Yang Fu looked back and saw that she looked like she wanted to cry and didn't dare to move tremblingly. He stagnated, and reached out and handed it to her, "Follow me."

Miaomiao whimpered, "Thank you, Lord..."

She seemed to be looking for a savior, with two hands clinging to his arms, and cautiously from reaching the ground, her small face was already pale with fright.

"The road ahead is more difficult and dangerous. If you are afraid, you might as well go back as soon as possible. I'll be alone." Yang Fu stared down at her for a moment and made suggestions.

Miaomiao bit her lower lip and shook her head vigorously, "I'm not going back, I want to be with the prince."

The immature face was full of firmness. Yang Fu didn't say anything for a moment. She consciously held his arm, her body was trembling, she still gritted her teeth and said cruelly: "Let's go!"

Yang Fu couldn't help but chuckle. We called it so smoothly. I am afraid that few people would dare to call him "we" naturally. When they walked forward, they saw a lot of dry wood under a cliff, because there were stones there to block the wind and rain, facing the east, the dry wood branches were very dry and could be burned.

The road was steep and there was a landslide underneath, which was very inconvenient to walk. Yang Fuben wanted Miaomiao to stay far away, but she insisted on coming, but couldn't hold her back, so she could only follow her slowly. Miaomiao quietly hooked up his clothes. Seeing that he didn't respond, he curled his lips to securely tighten the hem of his clothes, and walked forward step by step.

There seemed to be a slight vibration under her feet, Miaomiao didn't care, it was because of the footprints of the two. Yang Fu stopped and waited and saw no movement for a while before moving on.

Miaomiao shakes the snowflakes on the branches clean and hugs her arms full. As she was about to walk back, she saw a white glaze standing not far away, staring at them motionlessly. Miaomiao yelled happily, and involuntarily stepped forward to take a closer look. After two steps, he was called: "Miaomiao, don't move!"

She stopped in doubt. Looking back, Yang Fu looked at the snow on the cliff with a solemn expression. Miaomiao followed his gaze up, still not seeing what was going on, the scene in front of her was covered by the surging snow. She stood there stiffly holding dry wood, and even forgot to avoid it, watching the heavy snow slide down the hillside quickly and fiercely.

At the same time, she was embraced in a broad and warm embrace, and the snow layer instantly submerged the two of them, scouring and sliding down the mountain.

The snow layer collapsed, the ground shook slightly, countless animals scattered and fled, and the whole mountain fell into panic. The snow fell very fast, and many animals were buried in the blink of an eye, and the snow was full of snow and magnificent.

The mountain top that was still peaceful and serene instantly became a purgatory on earth.

Her back seemed to be resting on a huge rock. Although Miaomiao was afraid of the cold, she could not die because of her physique. She felt sore and unbearable. She struggled twice to reveal her head, half of her body crawled out of the snow, and slowly stood up on the boulder. Looking up, it was white, as if she was the only one left in the world, making her panic for no reason.

The last picture before the avalanche flashed in his mind, Yang Fu held her in his arms, and they fell together... What about him?

She searched around and finally saw a light purple gold-plated strap, and hurriedly stepped forward to rescue her, her delicate fingers flushed red, finally sweeping away the snow on Yang Fu's body. She whispered "Lord" twice, but he didn't respond, and Jun Yi's face was pale and blue, and he knew that he was cold.

Miaomiao tried to move him, but the two figures were so different that she couldn't move him at all. If they stay here forever, they will freeze to death after nightfall!

Miaomiao temporarily let go of him to check the surrounding situation. She saw a cave under the hillside, the entrance of which was buried by snow. She turned back, dragged and dragged, and finally moved Yang Fu to the entrance of the cave. Enduring the cold and body pain, he cleared the ice and snow blocking the cave entrance, and then moved Yang Fu into the cave with difficulty.

In the cold weather, Miaomiao was sweating all over. She didn't care to rest, and nervously checked Yang Fu's injuries. The wounds on his body were much more serious than his own. There were multiple scratches on his arms, waist and abdomen, and his hands were cold. If he did not get warm in time, the consequences would be disastrous. Miaomiao went outside the cave to collect dry wood. She had never made a fire. Fortunately, Yang Fu carried a fire fold on her body. She learned to do it in a decent way, and she managed to ignite!

The inside of the cave suddenly became much warmer, and even so, Yang Fu's complexion still didn't improve. Miaomiao pushed him to the side of the fire, took off his short jacket and put it on him, and rubbed his palm with his small hand to restore his body temperature little by little.

Miaomiao has always been calm, and now she has time to be afraid. The quieter she is, the more anxious she becomes.

What if Yang Fu never wakes up? What if no one saves them?

No one is here at this time, she can put her arms around Yang Fu unscrupulously, bury her head on his chest, and hug him tightly to warm him up, "Master, you wake up soon..."

At sunset, the hillside fell into darkness and silence, leaving only the faint moonlight spilling outside the cave, reflecting a silver-white light.

Unknowingly, Miaomiao fell asleep in Yang Fu's arms. When she woke up, she was a little confused. She stared at her for a long time before remembering that they were trapped on the mountain. I just slept, but the pain on my body didn't get better, but the area on my waist became more painful. Yang Fu still didn't wake up. Not only that, his lips were white and his body temperature was hot, making him sick.

Seeing this, Miao Miao called out anxiously: "Master, Master!"

In the end, I was anxious, regardless of their identity differences, "Yang Fu, wake up!"

She stayed alone and was scared, wishing that he could wake up now. Miaomiao added a few sticks of wood to the fire. She picked up a lot in the evening, enough for them to burn all night. She got up to the outer corner of the cave wall, pushed aside the snow on the surface and dig deep, finally holding out a sliver of white snow, trotting back into the cave, the cave trembling.

There was no tool to boil water here. She was so anxious that she came up with a way. She lowered her head and held a mouthful of white snow until the snow melted in her mouth. She lowered her head and covered Yang Fu's lips, feeding the water into his mouth. Mouth after mouthful, without any lust, in the end Miaomiao's tongue was numb, and he finally felt his complexion eased.

She returned to the fire, toasted her red hands, put her lips on her lips, and tried to shrink herself into a ball.

Her short jacket was covered with Yang, and she was wearing very thin clothes, not enough to keep out the cold. There was severe pain behind her waist, her hands and feet had been frozen, and the bruises she had caused when she rolled down from the mountain, she always felt that all her bones would be loose.

Yang Fu's frowning eyebrows slowly loosened behind him, opened his black eyes, and quietly looked at the slender body in front of him.