90 Days of Spring

After learning the news, Miaomiao was absent-minded all night, and the maid who was on duty with her called her a lot, but she didn't hear it.

"Are you deaf or not?" The other party took a look at her and handed her a copper bowl, "Go and pour the water inside."

Inside was the water that the prince had just used to wash, Yang Fu had already rested, but these maids could not rest, and they had to spend the night.

Miaomiao suddenly returned to his senses and reached out to pick it up. Unexpectedly, when the opponent's hand loosened, the whole pot of warm water was poured on her. This scene is so familiar, Miaomiao finally remembered who the person in front of her was, wasn't it the maid who knocked her down that day and burned the back of her hand?

Just now, Cen Yun called her Biru, she was a maid waiting outside, and seemed to be quite venomous towards Miaomiao.

Miao Miao brushed the water drops on her body, her short jacket and full skirt were all wet, and the water on the ground soaked the soles of her shoes, making a mess. Miaomiao stared at her angrily, "Why are you pouring water on me?"

Bi Ru smiled contemptuously, "It's you who didn't hold it steady, and you blame me?"

It's a matter of course, but Miaomiao knew that she had let go on purpose. She let go of her hand without waiting for her to be steady, which was really hateful.

Miaomiao seldom gets angry, but this person is a bit too much. She repeatedly targets herself. What is she intent on earth?

"Why don't you blame you..."

Before she finished her words, Cen Yun walked out of the inner room and was taken aback when she saw the scene outside, "What's the matter?"

Biru preemptively accused Miaomiao: "It's not her yet. You can do so many things by pouring water. I really don't know what else to do besides hooking up with the lord?"

Miaomiao choked with anger: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay." Cen Yun interrupted, and went to the side to get a towel and handed it to the two. "With this quarrel time, it is better to clean up the ground. Don't scream, the prince fell asleep, and put it down for a while. The prince woke up, I don't care about you if you blame it.

Biru took the towel and stooped to pick up the copper bowl on the ground, arrogantly squinting at Miaomiao, "You can admit it if you have done something wrong. You can also quibble, don't you guys have eyes."

Miaomiao held the turban in her hand, gritted her teeth at her back, grievances and anger on her small face.

I have never seen such a bluffing. She used to ridicule and ridicule. This time she deliberately framed her! Miao Miao clasped her hands tightly on her side, her body trembled slightly with anger, "I..."

Cen Yun patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, you go back and change your clothes first. I have me to clean up here."

Miaomiao tilted her head to look at her with water in her big eyes, "Sister Cen Yun, it's really not me."

Of course she knew that after many years in another hospital, she knew everyone's character. Bi Ru, that maid had a high-spirited heart, she had always seen Miaomiao uncomfortable, and she secretly did not know how many bad things had been arranged for her. Looking for an opportunity today, of course we must bully her. There will always be stumbling between the maids, as long as it is not a major matter, she doesn't hold it very much, and she just said a few words afterwards.

Miaomiao shook her head stubbornly, sighing in her heart, "I won't go, I'll accompany you to clean up."

After that, despite Cen Yun's persuasion, he wiped the floor with his wet clothes, without saying a word from beginning to end. She was worried about what Yang Fu was about to leave, but when Biru was so disturbed, she felt even worse. The delicate little face was straight and upright, without the shadow of smiling and groaning.

Cen Yun sighed when she saw this, she couldn't see that this girl was quite stubborn.

After Zishi changed people, Miaomiao went back to the lower room to toss and turn, and never fell asleep.

There was chaos in his head, and it was Yang Fu's body description over and over again. His words and deeds echoed clearly in front of his eyes. But he left the day after tomorrow. I don't know when he will come back. What if it is 90 days from now? Wouldn't it be impossible to see you later?

How could this work, Miaomiao thought hard, and finally came up with a way to get the best of both worlds. Wouldn't it be enough for her to go back with Yang Fu?

Thinking of this, his sleepiness disappeared, and he couldn't wait to run up to Yang Fu immediately and tell him his intentions. However, it was so dark outside, he must have not gotten up at this time, it was no use for her to go. Miao Miao waited anxiously, how to sleep, simply put on the quilt and sat up, abruptly until the dawn was slightly exposed.

The sky is still indigo-colored, Yang Fu should only get up at this time, and the maid waits on the side to wash and change clothes, and eat breakfast a quarter of an hour later. Miaomiao kept his work and rest in mind. Instead of taking her turn this morning, she arrived at the main room of Han Yuxuan at the right time, and stepped over the steps in three or two steps: "Master!"

The main hall was empty, and there was no trace of Yang Fu.

A maid sister told her: "The prince has gone to Yunjinzhai."

Miaomiao thanked him many times, and rushed to Yunjinzhai without stopping. She has come and gone countless times on this road, and she is very familiar with it, and she has been standing at the gate of Yunjinzhai for a while.

The pond in the courtyard melted into ice, and several brocade scales were swimming in it, with a flexible posture. The garden is full of spring, the blue grasses on the shore are lush and green, and the birds chirping in the treetops are crisp, showing a sense of vitality. Miaomiao was unwilling to appreciate the scenery, and was about to step into the attic, but was stopped by the person at the door: "The prince is reading a book, and I have specifically asked him to wait for idlers not to disturb."

Miaomiao raised his head to see this person's face clearly, and immediately became angry, "Why are you here?"

No one else, but Biru. Yesterday, these two people had a big fight, and at this time they met each other and didn't look good.

Bi Ru smiled slightly, "The prince doesn't want to be disturbed, so let me guard here, why not?"

Usually this kind of thing is done by Leshan and Leshui. Today, the two of them don't know where they are going, and there is only one person in the huge courtyard. She waited for Yang Fu to wash up this morning. Leshan Leshui was ordered to go to the capital, and he could not return until tomorrow. Yang Fu randomly pointed her at her to serve in Shuge.

Bi Ru was deliberately ambiguous, Miaomiao cheeks bulging, "I want to go in and see the prince."

When he said that, he had to rush into it. How could Biru ignore her and stop her with two hands: "Why do you want to see the prince? Who are you?"

Miaomiao waited all night, and was anxious now, just wanting to get an answer: "Don't worry about it!"

She took off Biru's hand and drilled in when she got the chance. Bi Ru was pressed into anxiousness by her, Liu frowned, raised his hand and threw it away angrily: "I don't know how high the earth is!"

With a slap, it landed crisply on Miaomiao's cheek, and a fiery pain was heard immediately.

Miaomiao froze in stunned position, and her white and tender face quickly became red. Biru's strength was so strong that it made her ears buzz, and it took a long time to recover.

It was probably too noisy, Yang Fu's voice came: "What happened outside?"

Being pressed into a hurry, Bi Ru gave Miaomiao annoyed and pushed Miaomiao, "Hurry up!"

Little did she know that she was like a clay sculpture, she pushed it down. She sat on the ground with her head down, her hands propped on the floor motionless, her thin body trembling slightly, not sure whether she was angry or wronged.

Seeing that the prince was about to come out, Biru was inexplicably flustered, raised her toe and kicked her: "Are you deaf?"

Yingluo bead curtains collided, making a Linlin sound, crisp and sweet. Yang Fu walked out of the curtain and saw this scene at a glance. The little figure sitting on the ground was very familiar, and it was clearly Miaomiao. His eyes moved slightly, and he stepped forward: "What's the matter?"

Biru took back the embroidered shoes and gave Miaomiao a stern look. "Back to the prince, the maidservant said that you are not happy to disturb, but she insisted on breaking into the book pavilion. This was impolite, so the maidservant pushed her in a hurry Put."

Xiguang was soft, penetrating dense leaves and falling on the threshold, enveloping Miaomiao's small figure. The sun was blocked by her, the little maid lowered her head, she couldn't see the expression on her face, she could only feel her trembling.

Before Yang Fu approached, she slowly raised her head, her small face was printed with an extremely clear palm print, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding skin. At first glance, you can tell that the beating is not light, and the bleeding marks are faint. With tears in her eyes, she looked at him with extremely clear eyes, and she tried to resist it from falling. It was pitiful to the extreme.

Yang Fu's heart sank, and he asked Biru, "You did it?"

I don't know why the prince's face has changed. I have never seen him show such a serious expression. Biru was surprised: "Yes, it's a maid..."

Yang Fu expressionlessly said, "My maid, when is it your turn to teach?"

Bi Ruxin chuckles, knowing that it is not good, and hastily knelt on her knees: "It is the maidservant who made his own claim, please forgive me."

Unexpectedly, it was such a situation. Bi Ru lowered his head and became anxious, but after waiting for a long time, Yang Fu did not reply. I couldn't help but look up, and saw the prince squatting in front of Miaomiao, lifting her jaw. Bi Ru secretly tightened her skirt, both restless and angry. How could it be, how could the prince attach so much importance to that maid...

Miaomiao tried to break free from Yang Fu's hand, but he was tightly squeezed and forced to meet his sight. The pain on her face hasn't faded for a long time, and the tears in her eyes rolled, and sooner or later it will fall down if this continues.

But no, I can't let him see it.

Miaomiao whimpered and bit her lower lip: "No, don't look at me..."

Yang Fuwu's black pupils were deep, his fingers whispering lightly on the red mark, "Miaomiao, crying in front of this king is not a shame."

She was not afraid of embarrassment, she was afraid of scaring people... The more Yang Fu said that, the more Miaomiao couldn't help it. She blinked and closed her eyes, her voice was softly crying, "I don't want to disturb either. Lord, but I have something urgent to say."

Yang Fu couldn't help but whispered: "What's the matter?"

Miaomiao sobbed: "Sister Cen Yun told me that the prince will return to Beijing the day after tomorrow..."

The room was quiet, and Yang Fu replied: "That's right."

She sniffed, and pleaded: "Can you, can you..."

Take me too.

But this sentence is just like choking in the throat, I can't say it anyway. What if Yang Fu doesn’t agree? What if he feels that he has an inch, just in case...

Yang Fu seemed to be aware of her intentions, curled his lips and smiled: "This king will take you back together."

Not only Miaomiao, but Biru, who was kneeling beside him, was also surprised. No one cares about her, she can only kneel all the time.

Seeing the gentle and handsome face in front of her, Miao Miao suddenly stopped, and a tear overflowed from her eyes. After she recovered, she climbed up from the ground with her hands and feet, and rushed out of the attic, covering her eyes. Stumbled on the ground, like a frightened deer.