90 Days of Spring

The inside of the car was silent, as they shuttled through the busy city, their ears were full of shouts one after another, as they drifted away, leaving only a silence in the end. The setting sun on the horizon, the melting gold penetrated the window, and fell on Miaomiao's side face. The little maid’s body was plated with orange light, and the velvet hair on the temples could be clearly seen.

Yang Fu thought for a while, as if he had said something similar.

At that time, Miaomiao came to serve him for a few days. The little maid was fearless and looked at him expectantly, asking him if he liked her. How did he answer at the time?

He said that he had no affection for her. At that time, he only regarded her as a girl.

Indeed, how could he think that after twenty days, he would be so concerned about her. When she fell into the river, his heart palpitated for a moment, and everyone else said that she had no chance of surviving, but he didn't believe it and ordered people to go into the water again and again. At that time, what did he think in his heart?

Fear and anxiety followed one after another, and the feelings that he hadn't experienced for a long time came to his heart. He had long cared about this little girl more than simply. So when she reappeared, he would hug her in his arms out of control and live in the same room with her despite all the criticism.

Yang Fu raised his hand to block the shaking in his eyes, and was about to speak. Wei Ling had already driven up to him, "Liu Shui?"

With this sound breaking the deadlock, Miaomiao's heart sank little by little, unable to hide her loss. She cleared her mind, turned her head and smiled at Wei Lingchao, "I just wanted to ask, do you have a place to live in the capital?"

Wei Ling thought for a while, and said with a smile, "No."

"That..." Miaomiao was in trouble. At this time, she didn't know that the inn said that she could not look at Wei Linglu sleeping on the street. "What to do..." She was so anxious that she racked her brains to think There is a sure way. In fact, there is one, just to beg Yang Fu. His attitude just now undoubtedly rejected her again, and she couldn't help but hold her heart.

Wei Ling felt that she was not anxious enough, and added disapprovingly: "What can I do? When I came here, I saw a ruined temple outside the city. It is not impossible for me to go there to borrow."

Miaomiao thought for a while: "How can you live in any place!"

At this time, Leshan, who was acting as a coachman, came up with an idea, “I heard that there was a vacancy in the mansion’s steward who was in charge of purchasing matters out of the house. You can live in the mansion in the future."

This sentence undoubtedly paved a way for Miaomiao. She looked at Yang Fu who was sitting in the carriage, and repeated her thoughts: "Master, can you?"

Yang Fu lifted his eyes, only a Qinghai Cong could be seen outside the curtain, not the person on horseback. He had no expression, "It's not impossible. Since he is Miaomiao's benefactor, this king should thank him."

Miaomiao got what he wanted and was sincerely grateful: "Thank you, Lord."

Yang Fu couldn't help but look squarely at her, that happiness didn't seem to be fake. For the things of others, she can also be so happy, whether it is because of kindness or for other reasons.

"Monthly money work will be explained by the governing board. As long as you perform your duties and work hard, the house will not treat you badly." Yang Fu said lightly.

Wei Ling got off her horse, clasped her fists, and thanked her: "Thank you for the prince's kindness."

He raised his eyes and ran into Miaomiao's line of sight, winking at him happily, as if saying: We can go to the same house again!

Wei Ling chuckled slightly, really a silly girl with a simple mind.

The carriage passed through the most prosperous main street and turned into Ling'an Lane to the east. Here is the best part of the capital, separated from the downtown area by a Quqing River, cut off the noise, surrounded by water sources, quiet and comfortable. The Thai half living on the street is a noble family in the capital, and ordinary people do not dare to enter and leave at will.

The carriage drove slowly over the stone arch bridge, and two willow trees were shaded, and the branches pulled out the tender buds of jasper and moved with the wind. Rongrong morning glow shone on the top of the carriage shed, casting mottled shadows on the ground, and gradually drove deep into the street.

The steward learned that the four kings returned to the mansion today, and had already led the maidservants to wait at the door, and had waited four or five hours since the morning.

Seeing chariots and horses from a distance, I hurried people to prepare footstools. When the carriage came to the front, one person came down under the curtain, wearing a dark blue robes of plum blossoms, bees, and butterflies. He was rich and elegant, and his demeanor was the four kings. Wangfu Zhao Guanshi was about to step forward, and saw a pair of white hands sticking out from behind, and then poking out a little maid’s head. She turned her head and looked here, she seemed to be horrified by the formation at the door, she was shocked for a while, and bowed her head. Following the four kings cautiously.

The manager reacted and stepped forward to greet him: "The prince is back, and the house is ready. Would you like to eat first or take a rest?"

Yang Fuju stepped into the house: "Supper will be used later, I have something to explain."

The housekeeper Zhao should have sent a maid to the main hall to prepare tea, and he went behind him, "Master, these two are..."

In addition to Leshan and Leshui, the prince brought back two other people, a man and a woman. The female is a maid, and she just took a car with the prince. He has followed the four kings for many years. How can you not know that he does not like to ride in the same car with others? So I was curious just now, I don't know the origin of this little girl.

Yang Fu looked at the sound, Miaomiao was staring at the scene in the house, her big eyes spinning constantly. He shouted: "Miaomiao."

Hearing the sound, Miaomiao retracted his mind and looked back with a smile: "What is the Lord's command?"

Yang Fu introduced Zhao Guang to her, “This is the steward of the house, and he will arrange your future work for you later.” Yan Fu looked at Zhao Guang and introduced her to Wei Ling. After a pause, he specifically ordered: “ Don't embarrass her normally."

The steward has been in the palace for so many years, how can he not know how to observe his words, even if he has an epiphany, "The prince can rest assured, everything is left to the villain."

Yang Fu nodded, staggering to enter the house, but was pinched by one hand by his sleeve. Looking back, Miaomiao was looking at him sadly: "The prince doesn't want me to serve you?"

She thought that when she arrived at the palace, she would be able to serve him close to him, but when she heard him talk to the steward just now, it clearly meant to assign her elsewhere. Such a big palace, if you don't be a maid by his side, you can't see him every day, so what's the point of her coming to the capital?

Zhao Guang was scared to death when he saw this situation, and whispered to Miaomiao: "Don't be presumptuous to the prince!"

Miaomiao stared at Yang Fu in a daze.

She rashly asked when she got on the carriage, and his attitude has changed since then, as if he deliberately kept a distance from her. It was the same last time. If he doesn't like it, she just doesn't ask about it in the future. Can you not push her away?

Yang Fu was taken aback by these eyes and could not speak.

It's not that he doesn't want her to serve, but that he is now in a guilty conscience, and he always thinks of her words, he wants to calmly think about it.

Seeing that the prince was silent, Zhao Guang thought he was angry, and quickly opened Miaomiao's fingers, which were holding her sleeves. The little girl was very stubborn, and it took a lot of effort to break it apart one by one, "Go, I'll let you arrange work, don't be pestered here." Calling a servant under the corridor, motioned. Lead them away.

Miaomiao took two steps and looked back at Yang Fu. He remained in the same posture and didn't say anything to stop him. He didn't even say anything to her.

Before coming to the capital, she was fine. At the dock yesterday, she clearly felt his affection and passed it on to her through her broad chest. Is it because she thinks too much?

Miaomiao walked forward blankly, and it took a long time to notice that there was another person beside him. Wei Ling looked straight ahead blankly, her lips pressed into a line, particularly unpleasant.

She sniffed, "Wei Ling, I'm a little sad."

Wei Ling didn't even turn her head, "Deserve it."

He always likes to ridicule her, saying unsparing words, but he treats her in every possible way. Miaomiao has always known that this is Wei Ling's way of caring about her, but at this moment she still can't help but feel wronged, her nose is sore, and her eyes are watery, "I suddenly don't know...what should I do in the future, Wei Ling, what should I do? ..."

Hearing someone sigh in a daze, Wei Ling stopped, gently wrapped her into her arms, and covered her eyes with one hand, "Don't cry."

Miao Miao had to suffocate, Bian Bei's teeth biting her lower lip, biting her pink lips almost bleeding.

The servant on the side looked away awkwardly, covered his lips with a low cough, and signaled the two to converge.

There is no explicit order in the mansion that the maids and servants cannot communicate with each other, so several pairs of men and women secretly communicate with each other, but so blatantly, there are really few.

There is a garden in the backyard of the palace. It is the Xifu crabapple planted many years ago. It has been left unattended for a long time. The Four Kings didn't like coming here, and asked Zhao Guang to find time to move all the trees and plant other trees. Zhao Guang looked at it, unfortunately, every early spring, the courtyard was full of pink and white petals, and the scenery was beautiful.

Just as Miaomiao came, Zhao Guang mentioned the matter to the prince, and the prince let go, "She will take care of it in the future."

Yi Miaomiao has been spending most of the time in the garden these days. This job looks easy, but it is actually very hard. Where did she know how to cultivate plants, she couldn't do anything at the beginning, and she was so busy that she didn't even have time to think about Yang Fu.

Wei Ling works in the warehouse and is responsible for purchasing the materials needed in the mansion. She only leaves the mansion every few days, which is much more leisurely than her. Therefore, every time he came back from outside the house, he would bring back some methods of cultivating plants for Miaomiao to learn. After three days, she got a lot of hands on her hands, and the Begonia in the courtyard was blooming luxuriantly, and the top of her head was clustered in clusters. The powder was gorgeous and beautiful.

Miaomiao hadn't seen Yang Fu for several days, and her feelings of loss that day eased a lot, and she returned to life again.

Anyway, time is limited, and she can enjoy it every day.

Sitting under the tree, Miaomiao looked up at the petals falling on the tree. She suddenly remembered: "Wei Ling, have you been to so many places, haven't you liked people?"

Wei Ling leaned against the tree trunk, stiffened when she heard the words, and lowered her head to meet her clear eyes: "No."

Miao Miao said, "Why?"

Wei Ling took away the petals from her forehead, and then said after a long time, "It doesn't catch your eye."

She laughed out loud, probably because her neck was sore, she lowered her head and rubbed her, her voice was still smiling, "Then what kind of talent can catch your eyes?"

Miaomiao lowered her head, so she didn't see Wei Ling's gaze, her appearance was reflected in her dark eyes.

The fence of Haitang Courtyard was pushed aside, and there was a long and stalwart figure standing at the door.

Yang Fu looked at the two people who looked at each other and smiled under the tree. After just a few days of sunlight, their relationship seemed to be quite close.