90 Days of Spring

The cold river water wrapped her small figure, and soon she disappeared and disappeared into the vast canal.

When the people on the shore arrived, she could not be found. Yang Fu clenched the hand holding the railing tightly and recovered from the shock, his expression condensed like never before.

Hearing the sound of Leshan and Leshui, he was surprised to see Biru on the side. "Master, this is..."

"Miaomiao has fallen into the water." Yang Fu said, "Notify the people on the boat to drop anchor immediately!"

The two came late, so they looked at each other in surprise without seeing the scene of Miaomiao being pushed into the water. Leshan went to the ward boat house to stop the boat. Le Shui glanced at Bi Ru who was trying to escape ahead, and said in a puzzled voice, "Isn't this the maid of the house?"

As early as when Yang Fu came, Biru quietly hid on the side, looking for opportunities to escape. What she had just done was seen by Yang Fu, the prince would definitely not let her go, but she didn't regret it, Miaomiao, that cheap girl **** it, who taught her to hurt herself so badly!

But the breath on the prince's body was terrifying, as if it was enveloped in a thick haze, even darker than the moonlight above his head. When he looked at him, his eyes were deep and cold, completely no longer the warm and moist appearance before, and the coldness has been soaking into her bones. Bi Ru trembled fiercely, then turned and ran away subconsciously.

Le Shui jumped in front of her, holding her skirt and easily dragging it to Yang Fu, "Master, what should I do?"

In front of Le Shui, who had been practicing martial arts all year round, Bi Ru had no power to parry, and was thrown on the ground like a rag. She struggled twice and tried to get up. However, many of the burns on her body did not heal, and she was flustered. She fell many times and still failed. She crawled on Yang Fu's feet.

Yang Fu leaned forward and grabbed her chin, silent Wutong looked at her: "Biru, how many years have you been in the other courtyard?"

These eyes are bottomless and very close, but they can't see the slightest emotion. Being watched by him, as if the soul was about to be plundered away, Biru shrank for no reason, "Five years, the lord, the maidservant has served you for nearly five years! Isn't it better than the maid who just came?"

Yang Fu's fingers slowly went down, and she strangled her slender neck for a moment, and her indifferent voice was indifferent and indifferent: "What do you compare to her? Do you take life?"

Breathing suffocated suddenly, Biru gripped his wrist impatiently, whimpering and trying to get rid of the pain. But she couldn't shake Yang Fu at all. The hand holding her neck was like an iron arm, her breathing gradually became weak, and her face turned blue. Finally realizing the feeling of Miaomiao just now, she looked at Yang Fu unwillingly, "Why..."

That was just an insignificant maid, why did the prince kill himself for her?

The prince should be gentle and gentle, and treat his servants generously... But he became fierce and cold for a maid, this is not the prince, not the prince she knows!

Bi Ru struggled as hard as he could, and rushed towards Yang Fu like crazy, but fortunately was stopped by Le Shui in time. Le Shui pulled out and wore a long sword with him, pierced her shoulder and nailed it tightly to the deck on the ground. The blood that flowed from her soaked all over the ground, and Biru couldn't move even if she wanted to move. She chuckled in despair, and the night sky looked very strange.

The ship has sailed far away, and there is still no sign of stopping.

Leshan went back and forth, and knelt down to Yang Fu with his fists: "The subordinates are incompetent. The person at the helm said that they cannot moor the boat at will, and they must stop until the next pier."

Yang Fu Surong, "Take me over."

Leshan got up to lead the way and came to the stern. The helm there had an impression of Leshan, and before anyone could speak, he waved away, "How can so many people on the boat stop because of you, who will be responsible for the chaos later?"

Leshan explained: "We have a maid who fell into the water, and we must go and look for it in time!"

Unexpectedly, he said: "The river is so fast that there is no possibility of surviving if you fall in it. I think you should save it! It's better to keep this thought and go back to give people a great funeral."

What the boatman said is not unreasonable, the water in the canal is deep and urgent, not to mention that it is at night, and the possibility of trying to salvage it is almost zero. It wasn't that he was unwilling to help, but that he really didn't want to waste his energy. There were still hundreds of people waiting on the boat, and he scored the priority.

"After getting on the shore tomorrow morning, you will go back and look for it, maybe you can find the corpse on another shore..." The boatman shook his head, and was about to continue to persuade, when the white light dangled, a panlong mutton fat jade pendant appeared in front of him. , The jade pendant is carved with the word "four" in the middle, the handwriting is strong and rigid.

Yang Fu said, "This king ordered you to stop the ship immediately."

There is a folk legend that the Taoist priest advocates harmony. In order to ensure that his sons, brothers and friends are respectful, he uses top-quality mutton fat white jade to create a piece of jade for each of the nine people, each with a corresponding row number. The figure above is handwritten by the saint, and then copied and carved by craftsmen. The saint’s love for his son was once passed down as a good story. It can be said that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of which is different.

Naturally, the boatman had also heard of it, but he didn't expect one of the kings to be on his own boat. Seeing this, his popularity is extraordinary, his manners are noble, not like lying, his legs suddenly softened, "Fools have eyes but no beads, see Four Kings..."

Yang Fu stared, "Do as the king just said."

"Yes, yes, I will kill the people!" The boatman called the man in an unstable voice and explained the matter again. Despite the dull eyes of the man, he called out anxiously: "Go!"

The guy answered in a daze, and acted as he ordered.

Not long after the blessing boat stopped slowly on the river, the night wind was blowing, and the river was calm. At this time, many people on the ship had returned to their houses to rest, so few people noticed the movement of the ship. There were a few people standing on the deck scratching their heads inexplicably, and shouting to the stern: "Why is the ship not moving?"

There was not much movement, and the boat owner turned a deaf ear to it. He blessed to please Yang Fu, and he changed his calmness: "The boat has stopped, you see..."

Yang Fu walked out of the house and told Leshan, "Summon the men on the boat who know the water and find someone in the water." He paused and said in a dumb voice, "You must find Miaomiao tonight."

Leshan lowered his head: "Yes."

Fortunately, the ship did not sail far, and it should be too late to find it. Leshan found a dozen men. The sound of falling water continued to sound on the deck. The lights on the boat were brightly lit. Someone was holding an oil lamp beside Yang Fu, waiting for the news with him. A little bit of time passed, and there was no news of Miaomiao. She could not be found underwater, as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

Yang Fu's heart gradually sank, as if he was tightly clasped by a pair of hands, slowly pulling into the boundless abyss. He was always expressionless, staring at the water in the distance, and when he closed his eyes, he saw Miaomiao falling into the water. She stretched out her hand to him, seeming to be asking for help, and finally fell into the water before he arrived. The slender body was thrown into the river, and the light-colored figure fell without warning, making a **** trace in his heart.

In the early spring, the river was so cold that many people stiff limbs. Leshan poked his head out of the water, "Master, I have searched in the nearby waters, but I haven't seen the maid."

At this time, I don’t know anyone who said something more: “It’s been an hour, and I haven’t found it yet.

Yang Fu closed his eyes, his cold voice melted into the night breeze: "Keep looking."

Leshan was speechless for a while and dived back into the water again.

After tossing for most of the night without whereabouts, everyone believed that Miao Miao would definitely die.

Even with the reward of heavy gold, the Thai half-men did not want to go into the water again, and climbed back to the deck one by one, his lips were purple with cold, and his whole body was shaking.

Yang Fu took off his outer robe and plunged into the water despite the obstacles of Leshan and Leshui, "This king is looking for it himself."

It was too late when they wanted to stop, and Yang Fu had already dived into the water. Although the two felt cold, but the safety of the prince was more important at this time, and gritted his teeth to follow behind him. They knew that the prince was not good at teasing water, so he had just been standing on the boat. However, this time Yang Fu kept sneaking into the depths of the river bottom, opening his eyes, and there were only rocks, water, weeds, and swimming fish in the bottom of the water, and there were no people at all.

Gained nothing.

The surface of the river was calm, and it took a long time for several people to show up one after another, and the crowd who were watching breathed a sigh of relief.

Leshan Leshui sent Yang Fu back to the boat, his face was very pale due to long diving. Miaomiao should be here, but they almost searched this place, and they couldn't find her. It was really weird. There is also a possibility that she was washed away by the current, which would make her worse. Yang Fu's eyebrows were stained with frost, and his slender figure stood like a pine. Although his clothes were all wet, he couldn't hide his tolerance.

The boat has been parked for long enough, and the boat owner tentatively said: "Master, you see there are so many people waiting. If you don't leave in time, you won't be able to reach the next pier tomorrow..."

Yang Fu remained silent, as if he hadn't heard of it.

Gradually, not only the boat owners, but many boat passengers also expressed dissatisfaction. You said nothing but yelled: "When will we leave? There are no people. If you look at it this way, you will definitely not be able to find it. Maybe you will be washed on which shore. It's..."

They did not reveal their identity, only the boat family knew.

After a long silence, Yang Fu said: "Let's sail."

The boatman breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk to the stern when he heard a shallow singing voice in his ear. When he looked back, everyone was confused. It seemed that not only him, but everyone else had heard it. The singing voice changed from shallow to deep, and gradually drifted into the ears of everyone. Its voice was melodious and mellow, just like the sound of heaven.

Beautiful singing hovered over the boat, and the calm river suddenly became restless, swimming fish rushing out of the water, and the water splashed one after another. It seemed to be in line with this song, and it was very lively.

The boat family couldn't even stand still: "Hey, what's going on..."

Someone said scaredly: "Is there a water ghost here? Is the maid dragged to the bottom..."

The boatman did not dare to finish listening, and ran back to the stern of the boat, ordering his buddy Yang Fan to set sail and sail out of this place of right and wrong.

After all the people on the deck dissipated, only Yang Fu stood on the bow. The robe on his body was swaying with the wind, letting out a faint scent of orchid and cinnamon. Her chest seemed to be hollowed out, and she couldn't tell what it felt like. Miao Miao's smile always appeared in front of her eyes. She looked at him with clear and clean eyes, and called him softly...

Leshan asked behind him: "Master, what should Biru do?"

Yang Fu said lightly: "Don't keep alive."

His kindness varies from person to person, and Biru has repeatedly violated his bottom line and can no longer stay.

Not long after Biru was dragged out of the deck, she was no doubt with the dead now, her body weakened due to excessive blood loss, and she had no resistance. Leshan pierced her chest with a sword, watched her die in front of her, threw the person into the river in one fell swoop, and gradually disappeared.

The sky was dark and the night was low, and it was the figure who hadn't seen it, jumping from the stern.

His black robe was swallowed by the river and passed away in a flash.

The cold water wrapped her around, pulling her to the bottom of the river. Miaomiao was half awake, opened her eyes dazedly, and looked at the hull of the lucky ship above, slowly waking up.

She was pushed into the water by Biru, as if hearing the voice of the lord...

A prickly sensation came from her legs, and Miaomiao suddenly became awake, she fell into the water all over, and she was about to change back into a shark!

Sure enough, the skin on her legs gradually fell off, replaced by silver-white scales, her legs gradually closed, turning into a flexible and beautiful fish tail... Miao Miao's strength has recovered a lot, her posture turned, her tail fin was in the water Draw a beautiful arc inside and swim to the other side of the current.

She couldn't let Yang Fu see what she was like at the moment, and she kept swimming a long way before she floated to the surface of the water and exposed her head. Looking at the water in the moonlight, it turned out that it was her own face, this body was really magical, and it could move freely between the two bodies.

There was no time to do more with emotion, the fortune ship in the distance had stopped sailing, and Miaomiao saw people jumping into the water at the bow of the ship, seeming to be looking for someone.

They searched all the neighborhoods, and a few people swam in the direction of Miaomiao. She was startled, and hurriedly hid away.

There is a river bank nearby, and the bank is full of weeds that are half human, like a long-destroyed mountain village, uninhabited. Miaomiao was sitting on the shore, watching the crowd searching in the distance, and it was sour. The prince took so much trouble to find her, does it mean that he cares a little about her?

But she can't show up now, Miaomiao's heart is twisted, and she wants to show up in front of him so that he doesn't have to worry, she is safe.

Until the latter half of the night, I thought they were going to leave. Unexpectedly, Yang Fu entered the water himself. Yuren's eyes are very bright at night, and he can see things far away. Miaomiao is anxious and dives into the water without thinking.

The water here is swift and there are turbulent rocks standing at the bottom of the river. She can come and go freely, which does not mean that Yang Fu can. Yang Fu kept swimming a long way, almost reaching the bank of the river where Miaomiao was. Miaomiao was under the water, only a few feet away. For her, it couldn't be closer.

If he could see herself, she would honestly explain to him, telling him everything... After making up her mind, Miaomiao's heart was throbbing and anxious.

Watching Yang Fu getting closer and closer, her hands were twisted together, both nervous and expectant. Just when Miaomiao thought Yang Fu saw him, he stiffened and sank underwater. Miaomiao's heart was clenched, and she was about to step forward to rescue him, but Leshan Leshui at the back arrived in time to lift him out of the water.

Miaomiao didn't have time to make a move, so she stopped abruptly and watched them turn back, unable to tell whether it was a loss or a fortune.

She leaned her back against the river bank, embraced her arms, opened her lips lightly, and murmured a childhood nursery rhyme. The voice of the shark is beautiful and beautiful, and the singing is sweet, and it is hard to find a song. Miaomiao's voice was mixed with thousands of emotions, the music was lingering, like weeping, and the clear and gentle voice hovered in people's hearts, making people fascinated by it.

Many people on the boat were attracted by the singing, and the intermittent voice rang on the river, which is the most moving swan song in the world.

If it weren't for the next scene to be too weird, it would surely attract more people to appreciate it. Swimming fish rushed to the surface and surrounded Miaomiao, playing short songs one after another.

Throughout the night, the water here was surrounded by singing.

The scorching sun rose on the river bank, and the breeze slowly wrinkled the illusion of peace on the river surface, sparkling blue waves.

Miaomiao opened his eyes and the first reaction was to look into the water. Fortunately, it changed back. She pulled her legs out and stood on the shore, looked around, and nearly plunged into the water.

"Wei, Wei Ling?"

The person who sits cross-legged on the camphor tree in front of him, closed his eyes and rests his mind, is clearly Wei Ling! But he is not on the boat, and when was he here?

Wei Ling opened her eyes, disapproving of her surprised look, "Awake?"

Miaomiao nodded vaguely, "Why are you here?"

He got up lazily and dusted his body. "There was such a noise on the boat last night, saying that a little maid fell into the water. I don't know. When I got into the water, I didn't expect it to be you."

Miao Miao pursed her lips in shame.

Wei Ling glanced at her and walked forward, "Since it's okay. It's okay. Go ahead and see if there is no one's house. Change into clean clothes. Maybe you can rush to the next dock before dark."

Miao Miao followed him step by step, "Next dock? Aren't we going to the capital?"

Saying this girl is stupid, she is really stupid to the extreme. Wei Ling pushed aside the branches and leaves, her voice was neither lukewarm nor cold, "Since you have an accident, Yang Fu will definitely disembark at the next pier and look for your traces along the way. If you are lucky, maybe you can find a corpse."

Weeds are growing in the forest, and there are many stones lying on the road, making it very difficult to walk. Miaomiao was beaten by branches from time to time, and followed Wei Ling firmly with a scream, keeping every step of the way.

She thought for a while and felt that Wei Ling's words were reasonable, but she disagreed with one thing, "I'm not dead yet."

Wei Ling declined to comment. Under such circumstances, almost the entire ship believed she was bound to die. She can survive, it's a blessing and great fate.

After going around most of the mountain, Miaomiao walked feebly, with dry mouth, and finally saw several families in the distance.

She cheered and walked two steps quickly: "Wei Ling, I see someone!"

Wei Ling hmm, "Past."

The terrain here is difficult, the location is remote, there is only a small village, there are a dozen households. The villagers were simple and enthusiastic. Seeing the two of them coming from a distance, they described them as embarrassed and quickly invited them to entertain them at home. Miaomiao and Wei Ling were received by a family of two, both in their 40s. The villagers called Shi Liu for the male and Shi's wife as the female.

"I think the two of them came from a long distance. I don't know what disaster they suffered and ended up in our place?" Shi Sao brought tea to the two of them. This place is remote and there is no good tea. I usually eat it. It's a bit embarrassing to use it for entertainment.

Fortunately, Miaomiao didn't know how to taste tea, so she drank it, and looked at Shi Sao eagerly, "Can I have another bowl?"

Shi Sao repeatedly replied: "Yes, yes."

Speaking of the copper hanger, she added tea to her bowl. This time Miaomiao had a good drink and said sweetly, "Thank you Shi Sao."

After being married for many years, Shi Sao has two sons and has always wanted a girl. She loves the well-behaved and sensible Miaomiao very much. She sighed and looked between Wei Ling and her, "The two don't look like brothers and sisters, shouldn't they..."

Miaomiao blinked, "He is my brother."

One sentence dispelled all Shi's dreams, and she smiled and said, "That's it."

Wei Ling lowered her head without explaining. He held the edge of the bowl with his hand, whispering at the gap, telling the story of the two.

He said that they were going to the capital, but he did not expect to encounter gangsters on the ship in an attempt to kill them. They were pushed into the water, rolled onto the shore, and found here after walking for a long time. Half of them are true and false, but the people here are so sincere and naturally believe in what he said.

Sister Shi found them two pieces of clothes, "You can make do with these clothes first. The material is a bit old, so don't dislike it..."

The clothes for Wei Ling were Shijia Erlang's clothes, because there were no girls in the family, so Miaomiao's clothes were worn by Shi's wife when she was young. Both of them were talkative masters, and went into the house to change their fresh clothes.

Wei Ling is tall and thin, and Erlang's clothes are not suitable for him. The sleeves and trouser legs are short, but the clothes are very loose, it looks strange that I can't tell. Sister-in-law Shi came into the room and found him a piece of clothes from Shi Liu's youth. This time she was more fit. The coarse cloth gown covers him, and he can wear it with a cold and arrogant taste. It is really more than human and angry.

Miaomiao put on Shisao's clothes, and under the indigo blouse was a moon-white skirt with plum patterns on the cuffs, which was considered exquisite here. Her hair was scattered in the water. At this moment, a whip was randomly woven into a whip and hung over her chest. Her long black hair lined her small face as white as jade, and she opened her dark eyes in confusion, quite a bit of a village girl's taste. .

Wei Ling glanced, covering her lips and looking away.

At this time, Shi Liu prepared meals and greeted them to eat out. The people in the mountain village thought that the two of them were not used to it, but they didn't know anything. Especially the little girl looked hungry. She drank two bowls of millet porridge and ate half a bun and a lot of dishes.

Shi's wife looked happy, and kept picking her vegetables: "Eat more, eat more vegetables to grow faster." Her tone seemed to treat Miaomiao as a child.

However, Miaomiao is very sensitive to these words. She wants to grow up quickly, so she puts all the vegetables in her stomach, so she can stay on the table without moving. Wei Ling looked at her contemptuously, raised her hand and knocked on her forehead, "Deserve it, who told you to eat so much?"

Miao Miao squatted, "There is a saying that it is hard to be kind."

She grew up by Yang Fu's side, but learned those literal words.

Wei Ling got up and walked outside the house, took out part of her money and gave it to the two couples, and asked them if there were any vehicles coming out of the mountain nearby. At first Shi Liu Shi's wife was unwilling to accept it, but finally saw Wei Ling motionless, and then she accepted.

"There is a family in the east of the village, and we all call him Old Uncle Shi. His family has a bullock cart, and it seems to be going to town today." Shi Sao told the truth and pushed Shiliu, "You take him The two will go there and talk to Old Uncle Shi by the way."

Shi Liu was a refreshing person, and he immediately responded.

After Wei Ling thanked her, she walked eastward with Miaomiao.

Sure enough, there was an ox cart parked in front of a family, and it seemed that they were about to leave. Shi Liu hurriedly went forward and said a few words with Old Uncle Shi, roughly stating their intentions. Old Uncle Shi looked at the two and spoke very well: "Come on all, I can only send you to the town, and the rest will be helpless."

Wei Ling said, "That's enough, thank you very much, old man."

He got in the car with Miaomiao, and the bullock cart drove along the mountain road, steadily coming to town all the way.

The town is easy to drive. After saying goodbye to Old Uncle Shi, the two rented a carriage and went all the way to Tongzhou.

The fortune ship should arrive by hour this morning, but due to the accident last night, it will be delayed by two or three hours. They drove on the road, and they could arrive in the evening at the earliest.

Miaomiao didn't speak all the way, and looked out the window restlessly, thinking about how to explain to Yang Fu, it seemed more reasonable.

Wei Ling crossed her legs and fell asleep leaning against the wall of the car. She was very leisurely, and her expression was very different from that of Miaomiao.

Finally rushed to Tongzhou before the twilight sihe, Miaomiao stepped on the footstool and got out of the car, subconsciously looking towards the dock. Wei Ling paid the money without urging, but followed her without hurries.

After asking the way, Miaomiao strode to the dock. Although she hadn't figured out how to explain it, she couldn't wait to see Yang Fu. He almost had an accident yesterday. I don't know what the situation is now. Is there anything wrong with him?

From a distance, I saw many people on the periphery of the dock, seemingly guarded by officers and soldiers, and many people stopped and watched, whispering to each other.

Even with so many people, Miaomiao still saw the man in the middle at a glance. He is still the same clothes as yesterday, listening to the report of the officers and soldiers under him, frowning, rare and serious. In just one night, he seemed to be haggard a lot, pinched his eyebrows tiredly, and whispered to his subordinates.

Miaomiao wanted to step forward, but was stopped by officers and soldiers, "Who are you?"

Miaomiao opened her mouth and called out the two words that haunted her tongue thousands of times: "Wang Ye..."

Yang Fu seemed to feel it, tilting his head.

A few steps away stood a charming little maid. She was wearing the simplest coarse clothes and without any hair accessories on her head, but she looked very attractive. Xu was on the road for a day, her face turned pale, and she looked over pitifully, with a pair of watery eyes embedded in the palm of her face, which was a little more charming.

Yang Fu didn't listen to the report from his subordinates, and walked towards her.

The officers and soldiers holding Miaomiao didn't respond, and stood there in a daze, when the prince had something to tell him.

Yang Fu pulled away the long sword in his hand, stared at the little girl for a while, leaned over and took her into his arms, "Miaomiao..."

He never wanted to experience this kind of lost and regained taste a second time.