90 Days of Spring

At night, the bright and colorful lights were lit one by one, illuminating the shadowy lakeshore. Colorful lights hung on the willow tree, thousands of lights are like stars in the sky, fire trees and silver flowers.

Miaomiao raised her head in surprise, and saw that the passenger ship in the center of the lake rose up with lanterns, swaying up to the stars in the night.

The people on the boat were happy and happy, but they seemed a bit lonely here. Suddenly Miaomiao remembered that she was waiting for Yang Fu at the inn. I wonder if he has passed by now. Would she think she was back home?

Miaomiao hurriedly stood up, "I have to go back..."

Wei Ling did not respond. He was staring behind Miaomiao, her eyes deep.

Miaomiao looked back curiously, suddenly startled. A few steps away, Yang Fu stood tall and straight like a bamboo, meeting her gaze from the front. The surrounding light made it all clear. Before Miao Miao's joyful emotions were expressed, she saw the slender girl beside him, the pose of Pu Liu, weak and pitiful.

Miaomiao was startled slightly, the two were very close to each other. The girl was holding a sachet and seemed to want to deliver it to him.

The cause and effect of tonight is suddenly clear. It turns out that he is not not showing up, but is meeting the beautiful lady here. What the Seven Kings said was the meeting with this girl. They were in love with concubines by the lake, and she disturbed them. Maybe Yang Fu didn't want to take her out at all, just seeing her pitifully, he gave her the favor.

She waited for an hour like a fool, thinking that he really couldn't make it over.

Miaomiao felt suffocated and uncomfortable. She thought that Yang Fu would have someone she liked, but she didn't expect it to be so fast. A few days ago, he gave himself hope. She was defeated at this moment. She took a hard breath and her throat was dry and sore. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and she lowered her head and said calmly, "I have seen the Four Kings."

Yang Fu looked at her quietly, without saying anything to make her stand up.

Jiang Alan said in confusion, "Is this someone from the Prince's Mansion?"

No one responded, and the scene was utterly silent.

Jiang Alan stood beside Yang Fu, only feeling that he was very different from just now, his calm breath was disrupted, and a gloomy and heavy air lingered. He was expressionless, his dark eyes fell on the little girl, his thin lips lightly opened, and he said two words clearly: "Wei Ling?"

Miaomiao was startled, and met him in horror.

He got it!

Just now she devoted herself to taking care of Wei Ling, but didn't pay attention to the movement behind her. I don't know how long he stood here. She called Wei Ling's name several times, did he hear them all?

Yang Fu stared at her closely: "You knew each other before Tongzhou."

She was in another courtyard at that time. She once mentioned this person's name. He asked her. She said that she had grown up together since childhood. From this we can see that the relationship between the two is extraordinary, and it is true after seeing these days.

Miaomiao lowered his head and gave a nasty cry.

After Cen Ji for a long time, Yang Fu said slowly, "Deceiving this king, what crime do you know?"

His tone was flat, but he was shuddering. It seems that the calm sea, in fact, contains huge waves, which will roll out in the next instant and engulf people.

Miaomiao flinched, as if seeing the prince angry for the first time, she was feeling down at the moment, and she did not know how to explain: "It's all my fault, please punish me, the prince has nothing to do with Wei Ling..."

I don't know when Wei Ling has stood up, her white shirt is covered with dust, but she is still arrogant and indifferent: "The prince is clear, and she should know that this matter is not her fault."

It's okay for him to lose his job in the house, but she can't. She wants to be with Yang Fu. She only has sixty days left, which is to fulfill her last wish.

Wei Ling hadn't fully recovered yet, she was already reluctant to stand up, she was about to fall to the ground as she watched, Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize him.

The silhouettes of the two under the tree are really an eyesore, and Yang Fu's dark eyes sank, "Miaomiao, come back to the house with me, I will not blame it."

Miaomiao looked up, "Where is Wei Ling?"

Yang Fu then looked at him, "The stick is fifty and the monthly salary will be deducted for three months, and he will be expelled from the palace."

"No!" Miaomiao stretched out her arms without thinking, and guarded Wei Ling. "He is injured now and cannot be beaten."

As if responding to her words, Wei Ling's head was resting on her shoulders, and her weak gasps spread across her neck, warm and rushing, making her more determined to protect his heart.

A cold light flashed in Yang Fu's eyes, his face still calm, "This king can forgive him, but you must go home immediately."

Miaomiao was in a dilemma. She looked at the two people standing side by side. They looked like a good match.

What's the point of her going back? It's better to be calm and calm and digest this matter slowly.

Wei Ling leaned back against the trunk of the willow tree and gradually slid down, "You go back to the house...I will go to the inn by myself."

This sentence gave her an excuse to escape, and Miao Miao supported him and called out "Wei Ling" anxiously. She said: "I can't leave you alone. You can hold on for a while, and I will take you to the inn!"

Wei Ling is taller than her, and she struggles to sit on her shoulders, but Miaomiao clenched her teeth and held on. She turned her back to Yang Fu and did not dare to take another look at the scene, "I can't go back now, please forgive me. After Wei Ling is settled, I will leave it to the prince."

She helped Wei Ling walk a few steps staggeringly, and slowly stopped: "If I make the prince embarrassed, just tell me in the future, I will definitely not entangle."

Yang Fu's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward halfway, but Jiang Alan blocked him.

Women's instincts have always been very accurate. It is not easy for that little maid to talk to the prince like this. She looked complicated, "Master, you and her..."

Yang Fu bowed his head, his urge to catch up gradually subsided, but the huge wave in his heart did not calm down, "Is this king not clear enough?"

Jiang Alan was startled, "What?"

Yang Fu's voice is indifferent: "I have no intention of marrying a wife at the moment, and I don't mean to you. I will come out with the girl tonight because of the entrustment of Queen Wei. If the girl is not happy, there will be a seventh brother to do it for me. "

About to move, Jiang Alan summoned him again. She did not know when her tears fell, and she added a bit of tenderness: "The prince refused Alan, is it because of the little maid just now?"

Yang Fu looked at her, "With or without her, it is impossible for me or you."

Jiang Alan didn't give up, "Even so, can the prince accept this sachet? It's my heart, please look at..."

Embroidered on the moon white sachet, bamboo rhyme is evergreen, bamboo leaves whirling, and verdant green. It's no wonder that Queen Wei praised her embroiderer, it's really rare. Yang Fu only glanced at it and took the sachet from her hand.

Jiang Alan showed joy and was about to speak. When an arc was drawn in front of him, the calm lake was broken, and something sank slowly with a grunt. She opened her eyes incredibly: "Wang, Lord?"

Yang Fu said lightly: "You don't have to do such meaningless things in the future."

The words left without leaving her any hope.

There are many inns on the streets of Beijing, but they are all overcrowded at this time. Miaomiao takes Wei Ling to find many houses, but there is no room available.

The little water on the shore of the lake just now was not enough to solve Wei Ling's problem. Not only his neck, but even his hands were covered with scales, Miao Miao held his hands tightly, not daring to let others see. But if this continues, it will never work. Fortunately, I finally encountered an inn with vacancies. Although the location is remote, it is better than nothing.

Wei Ling had money on her body, and Miao Miao asked for the only guest room left, and helped him move upstairs slowly.

The guy saw her walking hard and kindly helped: "Why don't you let the little man help the man go upstairs?"

Miaomiao nervously refused: "No need!"

The dude was taken aback by her, and angrily withdrew his hands and led the two to the south guest room.

After entering the house, Miaomiao asked him for a bucket of hot water, "It must be delivered as soon as possible." The man left at the sound, and she closed the doors and windows, and then dared to release Wei Ling's hand.

The blue-black scales were dry and dull, and Miao Miao touched the back of his hand heartily, "Does it hurt?"

Seeing that it was much worse than her last time, Wei Ling didn't say a word along the way, she felt even more ashamed. Wei Ling became like this. Tai was partly because of her. If it weren't for staying with her in the palace, why bother to suffer this sin? She blinked her eyes, "It's all my fault, I have to come to the capital..."

Wei Ling sat on the embroidered pier, buried her head in her neck, gasping weakly: "It's all here, what nonsense."

Soon the guy brought up the tub, and Miaomiao helped Wei Ling to the bed and lowered the curtain to block the outside view, so he was relieved to let the guy into the house. The hot water was delivered one after another, and finally half of the bucket was filled. The man panted and wiped his sweat: "If the girl has other things, just ask."

Miaomiao nodded in thanks and sent the person out of the house.

The doors and windows were all closed tightly. Miaomiao took Wei Ling to the bath tub, took off his robe, and was about to take it off again. Wei Ling held her wrists: "No, you go out."

Miaomiao was worried: "Then can you be alone?"

Seeing him nodding, she only turned around the screen one step at a time.

There was the sound of water inside, presumably Wei Ling was already sitting in the tub. Such a small place, don't know if it is enough for him to stretch? Miaomiao was thinking wildly.

The night was deep, and Miaomiao fell asleep on the table, waking up without hearing anything.

Where is Wei Ling?

She stepped into the screen, and saw half of the water in the tub overflowed, and Wei Ling turned back into a shark, her sturdy tail taking up a lot of space. He was closing his eyes and taking a nap, his complexion was much better than before. Hearing the movement, he slowly opened his eyes, "Liu Shui?"

Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you better? Do you want to send someone more water?"

Wei Ling gradually woke up, Shuluo stretched her muscles, holding the barrel with her hands in her mind, "No need, I will come out now."

After a pause, "You go out."

When a shark becomes a human, he has no clothes.

Miaomiao was smart now, and teased with a grin, "I don't care to see it." Even so, she walked out of the screen obediently.

Wei Ling is okay, it couldn't be better. Xu was the reason why his body was still weak. He came out of the bath and lay down in bed before long.

Miaomiao tucked the quilt for him and opened the door to call the man to clean up the house. Before he spoke, he was horrified by the person standing at the door.

Yang Fu didn't know when to stand outside, Miaomiao's first reaction was to close the door. However, he was blocked by his hands and broke into the room without any explanation, trapping Miaomiao between him and the mullion door, and grabbing her struggling hands.

Yang Fu stared at her for a while, his dark eyes were unfathomable, "lonely man and widow, living in the same room. Miaomiao, have you considered the consequences?"

Miaomiao was a little annoyed: "Lord, let me go first!"

Her mood was so good that it was not easy to calm down, and seeing him was disrupted again, ripples appeared in circles. What she said just now by the lake was not all outrageous, she did think so. If it causes trouble to Yang Fu, she will definitely choose to leave and never disturb him again.

She hung her head, and the words were half true and false, "If the prince likes the girl just now, I won't pester you... I wish you will love her with white heads and look good together..."

Before she could finish, Yang Fu leaned over and kissed her lips.