90 Days of Spring

Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. The saints in the palace will host a banquet for the ministers. There will be wine, singing and dancing to add to the fun, and a grand fireworks will be prepared in the back garden, which will be lit in front of the people. Yang Fu escaped the Spring Festival family banquet, this palace banquet will go anyway.

Empress Wei asked him to enter the palace today, but he was abducted by him on the original way to leave the palace. Leshan and Leshui sighed in his heart. The prince clearly wanted to see others, but he had to keep a distance, so that he often lost his mind in the past two days, sitting there not knowing what to think.

Ask them to say that they really like this little maid, and it's not enough to call her around, why bother torturing yourself like this.

That day Miaomiao fell into the water, and when Yang Fu went into the water to look for her, they had already guessed that they were inseparable. Caring like this, where is it like treating an ordinary maid.

At this moment, looking at the two talking and laughing in Haitang Garden, they all looked at the lord.

Yang Fu stood at the door for a long time, but the people inside never noticed his arrival.

The little girl's voice was soft, she put the petals on the ground into a ball and held it in front of Lin Wei, gently blowing and fluttering, and facing his face on the house. Lin Wei stared at her, and the emotions contained there could be seen by a discerning person at a glance.

He flicked Miaomiao's forehead, "What are you going to do for the Lantern Festival tomorrow?"

Miaomiao seemed to be stunned, frowning and thinking seriously, "I wonder if I can go out of the palace that day. I have been here for so long and haven't visited outside the capital yet."

She smiled, raised her head and was about to ask: "Wei..."

I just saw the person in the distance, dressed in a Daiqing robe, his body was as clean as a bamboo, and it was light and light. Wei Ling's name was stuck in her throat, and she stared at Yang Fu in a daze, without thinking that he would come here. I haven't seen him for several days. He added a few deep touches between his brows, and his eyes looked like a deep pool, which was more difficult to figure out than before.

Wei Ling's calm voice reminded her: "I have seen the prince."

Miaomiao followed him and asked the lord, her little hand drew into her sleeve nervously, but only a few days ago, she didn't know how to get along with him. His lukewarm reaction that day really hurt her heart, and has not been relieved so far. He gave her the deepest hope, but he ruthlessly erased it.

Under the begonia tree, she was wearing a white dress with a pink mattress, with a few petals on her hair. She lowered her head slightly, but didn't even look at him.

This year the Xifu Begonia bloomed very luxuriantly. I don't know if she took care of it well. The garden was surrounded by clusters of petals, vying to bloom. When the breeze hits, there are petals spilt down, swirling and rolling into the hair, dyed with fragrance, and will last for a long time.

Yang Fu didn't let her get up, but asked Wei Ling, "Is there nothing in the warehouse today?"

Wei Ling said: "The items needed for the Lantern Festival have been purchased yesterday, and Guan Shi will count them today. There is nothing else to do."

Yang Fu's eyes turned slightly, his face remained unchanged: "I missed a few things yesterday, and this king just re-drawn the list. If you have any trouble, please run away again."

Wei Ling paused, "Yes."

He looked back at Miaomiao, the silly girl was looking back at him worriedly. He responded with a soothing smile, ignoring Yang Fu's presence: "I will see you another day."

Miaomiao nodded lightly, her eyes following him all the time.

In what Yang Fu said just now, in all likelihood, she felt that Wei Ling had left her post without authorization and should not come here to see her. She always felt that she had caused Wei Ling to be burdened by herself. She felt so guilty that she buried her head even lower.

Until Wei Ling left, Leshan Le Uncle wittily retreated to the gate of Haitang Garden to make room for the two of them.

"Miaomiao." Yang Fu whispered, "Look up at me."

The little maid shivered slightly, which made Yang Fu feel a little confused. She slowly raised her head, revealing a crescent moon-like face, her big eyes shining with restless light, "Master, Lin Wei is not to blame for this. I don't know how to cultivate crabapple trees, so he took advantage of the opportunity to leave the house. , Find ways to cultivate and teach me..."

At this time, I still don't forget to explain for that person.

Yang Fu interrupted her: "This king does not want to know about this."

Oh, Miao Miao shut up instantly, staring at him speechlessly. His shadow was reflected in her squishy eyes, and her thick eyelashes flickered, casting a circle of shadows in the dazzling sunlight. Her eyes were filled with confusion, her pink lips pressed slightly, seeming to be guessing his thoughts.

Yang Fu suddenly wanted to take a bite of this annoying little mouth to see how she said someone's name.

He leaned forward, before he approached, she stepped back and avoided.

Miaomiao asked seriously: "Does the prince want to hug me? But you don't like me, why do you want to hug me?"

Yang Fu was slightly startled, the answer that he didn't say that day became a gap between the two. He suddenly felt a headache, and missed when she was obediently massaging himself, "I didn't want to hug you." He just wanted to kiss you.

Miaomiao felt a little embarrassed, touched her cheek and didn't start, "Then what does the prince come here for? I'm not serving you personally anymore. This garden was assigned to me by the prince himself."

Yang Fu was angry and ridiculous, "Is this the tone you should talk to this king?"

Only then did Miaomiao react to those words more and more, because she was not so precise, and it was common for her to be open-mouthed. Now I'm honest, "The maidservant knows it was wrong."

Unfortunately, it was not the attitude Yang Fu wanted. He was silent for a moment, "Tomorrow, I will tell the steward and let you lead you to the Rongguang Academy. You won't need to take care of it here and leave it to others."

Rongguang Academy is the courtyard where Yang Fu lives, this Miaomiao knows.

Instead, she shook her head and refused: "Thank you, Lord, but Miaomiao thinks this place is also pretty good, the scenery is pleasant, you can enjoy the flowers and the scenery when you are free, and it is comfortable and leisurely."

In the past, she will definitely nod and agree, but now she has some idea. If you continue to stay by Yang Fu's side, you will love him even more uncontrollably, and you will be unable to leave by then. Now it's good to be able to live in a yard with him, and she will be content with him occasionally.

Yang Fu contemplated her unclearly: "This king brought you from the other courtyard, but it was not for you to enjoy. You will go to Rongguang Institute tomorrow, and you will take care of the clothes and washing of this King from now on."

Miaomiao didn't quite understand, and he looked at him hesitantly for a long time before responding in a daze, "The maidservant obeyed."

She eagerly asked him to let herself stay that day, but he was indifferent. How did you suddenly change your decision? Does the prince have been around for a few days and feel that she serves the best?

It's not impossible, Miaomiao thought.

It's too late if you don't leave. Yang Fulin touched her cheek before leaving, "Tomorrow the Lantern Festival, do you want to go to the street to watch the lantern festival?"

Miaomiao nodded again and again, "Hmm, I think!"

She had long wanted to go out of the palace to play, but the servants of the palace were so tightly guarded that they could not enter and leave at will, she had to stay honestly. I heard that the lantern festival is fun. The lanterns of various colors and shapes brightly illuminate the dark night scene and look like stars twinkling in the sky from a distance.

That day was also the only day in the capital where there was no curfew. Shops and vendors on the street were open all night, and there was an endless flow of people. There are not only lantern festivals on the street, but also various guessing and poetry contests. Those who win are rewarded, and those who lose are a game of lunch.

The daughters of deep boudoirs who usually stay behind closed doors are also allowed to go out this day to enjoy the scenery and play around. Maybe if you are lucky, you can still meet your favorite confidant. The Lantern Festival in the capital is much more lively than the Spring Festival.

Yang Fu smiled slightly, "When you come back from the palace tomorrow, I will take you out."

I finally saw joy from the young maid’s face, "Okay!" After thinking about it, I wanted to add, "Thank you, Lord."

From the Haitang Garden, Yang Fu ordered Leshan to prepare for tomorrow night.

Leshan learned of his plan, endured it, and still couldn't hold it back: "Master, tomorrow is the saint hosting a banquet. Are you planning to leave midway?"

Yang Fu stopped, with a meaningful smile on his lips, "Leshan, when will it be your turn to question this king's decision?"

Leshan quickly pleaded guilty, "It's the subordinate who talks too much."

Yang Fu didn't comment, set foot on the car to the palace, and gradually left the four palaces.

The maidservant had already been waiting at the gate of Yongchang Palace, seeing the four kings coming from a distance, bowing to greet him. "I have seen the four kings, the empress is in the Qingxi Hall, the prince, please come with the maidservant."

This kind of honor is more considerate than ever. Yang Fu walked quietly under the veranda, with a maidservant holding a cake in front of him, and stopped to bow when he saw him. There were a few exquisite dim sums on the vermilion lacquer tray. They were not the ones that Queen Wei usually likes, but they tasted a bit like his. Yang Fudan swept across and walked ahead.

In the hall, the incense is curled up, with the fragrance of Atractylodes japonicus and bluegrass, and a faint magnolia fragrance, fresh and pleasant. Before entering the hall, I heard a feminine voice, "If the empress doesn't dislike it, Alan will go back and embroider you with a pair of flowers and riches. I usually don't like to play with these embroideries. I will show my ugliness and make you laugh. "

Then there was a soft female voice with a slight smile, "Where is ugliness, I think this embroidery is so delicate and vivid, as if you can hear the sound of birds."

Yang Fu paused, already thinking about it, and then walked into the Qingxi Hall with a face as usual, saluting the people on the couch, "I have seen Mom."

There are two people sitting on both sides of the couch. Queen Wei is wearing a crimson uniform, with two temples on each side of her spine, and she wears a velvet and treasure-like flower tin, which is gorgeous and luxurious. Although he is over forty, he is still fair and beautiful, with unparalleled temperament. Seeing Yang Fu's arrival, she smiled and waved at him, "Hao'er, come here."

When Yang Fu walked up to her, she introduced him: "This is Taifu Jiang's granddaughter Alan, haven't you met?"

Sitting opposite was a gentle and gentle girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Seeing that he was very embarrassed, she called the four kings and bowed her head. She did exactly as the prince said, Yangliu Gongmei, slender and graceful, gave birth to a soft and weak appearance, arousing love.

Yang Fu nodded, saying hello. He couldn't see any emotions on his face, and sat beside Empress Wei, calmly: "I don't know why my mother called the children to come today?"

That's how he was. He was raised by other women since he was a child, and he was not close to her at all, and every time he spoke in an official tone. She was so willing to give him away, but only then did she give birth to him. She was unwilling to live up to her heart, and she had a serious illness, and she had no time to take care of him. Besides, the baby is weak, so he should not pass the disease to him, so he adopts it as a last resort.

At that time, she hadn't sat down with this one, and she couldn't help many things. It was hard to get him back to his own side, but the child was very strange to her. After so many years, he couldn't relax.

The queen sighed in her heart, but there was no dew on her face, "You have been away for half a month, and you haven't even returned for the New Year. If it weren't for the saint's words, I'm afraid you wouldn't even plan to spend the Lantern Festival with us."

Yang Fu grabbed his eyes, "A mother is serious, how can Qi Han have such thoughts. It's just that he was entangled in trivial matters a year ago, and it was rare to have leisure time, and he was a little forgetful."

I know that he said this deliberately, and Empress Wei didn't have anything to say, "It's fine, just come back."

Yan Yu remembered something, and he was afraid, "I heard that your brothers went hunting in Huayu Mountain. You and Old Qi'er encountered wolves and were trapped on the mountain later. Are there any injuries?"

"You shouldn't be a child, I made you bother." Yang Fu said lightly, his eyes softened, "At that time, he was rescued by a maid from the mansion, and this was spared."

Queen Wei didn't pay attention to his changes, "It's fine if it's fine, it's fine if it's fine..."

Without answering, Jiang Alan quietly raised his eyes and looked at the prince in front of him. He should be the most outstanding of the princes, rich in spirit and elegant, with a clear temperament. The so-called Young Master Pian Pian, who is as gentle as jade, is probably his.

Queen Wei didn't pay attention to her, and she immediately smiled, "I heard that there are many activities in the evening, and it is very lively. You just came back from the other courtyard and experienced the same thing again, so it is better to take this opportunity to relax. After speaking, he looked at Jiang Alan, "It just so happens that Alan is under the control of the Taifu. I have never seen such a scene. How about you take her to see after the palace banquet tomorrow?"

Yang Fu's hand toasted stopped, his cold eyes looked at the opposite side.

Jiang Alan was happy in her heart, but it was not easy to show it, her fingers were twisted into a ball under the collapsed, her delicate face was faintly red.