90 Days of Spring

She reddened her cheeks in hindsight, and dazzledly climbed up to his shirt, her slender fingers clenched, and she trembled slightly with tension.

The prince is kissing her... why...

Yang Fu finally let go of her, and coaxed in a low voice: "This king is willing to let you pester."

Miaomiao didn't understand, her watery eyes flashed with confusion.

"Did you not ask me last time, why do you want to hug you?" Yang Fu stared at her, gently rubbing his thumb against her lips, "what did you say?"

There seemed to be something about to jump out of her heart, so that she couldn't speak. Miao Miao whispered, as if in a dream, the dream was shattered.

She forgot that there was another person in the room, and stumbled in response: "I, I don't know..."

The things I have been looking forward to for too long, the closer they are, the more unreal, I dare not touch them easily, for fear that it will be a spectacle. The prince's black eyes reflected her, and the focused eyes made her brave and blurt out: "Then the prince hugged me, and kissed me just now... are they all because you like me?"

Yang Fu nodded: "All."

Miaomiao's heart trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief, "But...but didn't you say..."

"Miaomiao, feelings will change." Yang Fu looked straight at her, his calm eyes were soft, "I didn't know at that time, it turns out you will become so important."

Her nose is sour, and Miaomiao's eyes are covered with mist, unable to accept the sudden change: "I don't believe it, ooh...I don't believe..."

He didn't come as promised, and he was with other women just now. Isn't it because they are happy? Miaomiao was ready to leave, but he suddenly said this, which was too much, too much.

Yang Fu looked at her wet eyes, every word was incomparably clear, slowly and firmly poured into her ears: "I like you, Miaomiao, I just want to be with you."

In an instant, Miaomiao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and Yang Fu's words kept echoing in his mind...

I like you, Miaomiao.

I like you.

After a long period of suffocation, thousands of fireworks burst into her heart, and her heart banged loudly, making her feel helpless. Intense joy slowly flowed into the limbs, Miaomiao gathered up her clothes, raised her head and asked nervously, "Master, can you say it again?"

Yang Fu hooked his lips: "Do you need me to write it down and sign it?"

Miaomiao shook his head, Xu was overjoyed, but didn't know how to react. When she turned back, she saw the straight gate with vermilion lacquer in front of her. Turning left, she saw the bronze shelf. She was stuck on this small world, but she didn't know where to go, so she was anxious.

Yang Fu stretched his arms and took her into his arms: "Where are you going?"

Miaomiao confessed: "I want to find a place quietly..."

He chuckled and held his arms tighter.

Miaomiao put her cheeks in her hands and stared at the person opposite.

She hasn't slowed down so far. The person who had always thought unattainable was suddenly within her reach. It was... indeed, Miao Miao pursed her lips stupidly and bowed her head in joy. Her goal was finally achieved. Yang Fu said that she liked her, and she will no longer be the burden of shaving her head.

Just looking at it like this made her feel full of happiness. Holding a tea cup, Miaomiao asked, "Master, do you really like me?"

In just a quarter of an hour, she had asked dozens of times. Yang Fu didn't want to answer any more, and raised the hanging pot to add water to her, "We will go back if we have enough rest."

Miaomiao drank it, and suddenly remembered something, and choked into her throat in a hurry, coughing so that her cheeks were red: "No, Wei Ling still..."

Yang Fu frowned, walked to her side, patted her shoulder smoothly, "What's the hurry?"

Finally, she breathed smoothly, and she took a look indoors, not without worry: "I can't go now, Wei Ling is not well... I, I don't worry."

It was these words again, how important is Wei Ling that she could not let go of it again and again?

Yang Fu sat beside her without changing his face, "Then when do you plan to stay?"

Miaomiao simply said, "At least wait for him to be okay, so he can walk by himself!" After speaking, he smiled at Yang Fu thoughtfully, satisfied: "If the prince can't wait, you can leave first, don't worry about me, it's dawn. I will go back by myself."

This remark is really dumbfounding. Is he afraid of it? If he doesn't come tonight, does she plan to spend the night like this? If a male and an unmarried female are unmarried, it spreads to the outside population the next day. Has she considered her future reputation?

Yang Fu was angry and ridiculous, "Miaomiao, this king knows that you care about him, but there are some things that you should not do."

Miao Miao tilted her head, "For example?"

Yang Fu stared, thinking of the scene by the lake: "You shouldn't hug and hug and be intimate."

Speaking of this, Miaomiao also has something to say. She slumped her mouth, and still did not suppress her jealousy until now: "What about the prince? You were with others, and you didn't come as agreed, and you left me to the Seven Kings. Should this be done?"

Yang Fu was taken aback, and then frankly said: "I didn't handle this matter properly, and it won't happen again in the future."

Miaomiao didn't believe it. He stuck out his tongue and asked the bottom: "Who is she? Why did the prince stay with her? What did you say?"

Yang Fu chuckled, "I didn't say anything."

The fact is that it is true. It was Jiang Alan looking for topics in Tai half of the time. He occasionally echoed a few sentences, but didn't take it to heart.

When the voice was about to fall, Miaomiao pouted dissatisfiedly. He thought for a while and added: "I was just by the lake. I have definitely rejected her and will not have anything to do with her." After a pause, Shen Jing Wutong stared at her and said slowly: "Miaomiao , How about you?"

Miaomiao didn't know why: "What's wrong with me?"

Yang Fu glanced at the inner room: "I said, don't walk too close to him."

"But!" Miaomiao was anxious. In her eyes, Wei Ling and Jiang Alan were completely different in nature. "Wei Ling grew up with me. We have known each other for more than ten years! Different from you!"

Yang Fu's voice was a little cold: "Where is it different?"

It was probably because his attitude was too calm, and there was a hidden turbulent taste that made Miaomiao fear for no reason. She pursed her lower lip and stubbornly explained: "He is a very important person to me."

The room was silent for a long time.

It was quiet outside, and there were only scattered people on the street. The street vendors are busy closing their work, closing their doors, going home to eat Lantern Festival with their family, and the capital has been busy for a day. At this moment, everything is quiet and peaceful.

Only the atmosphere in the room is tight. Miaomiao is in a dilemma because she doesn't know what she said wrong. She was forced by Yang Fu to say that sentence, and it was true. In her heart, Wei Ling was already as important as her relatives.

After a long time, Yang Fu asked, "Where is the king?"

Miao Miao suddenly raised her head and quickly replied: "The prince is a person I like, I like it, I like it very much!"

After finally hearing a decent answer, Yang Fu rubbed his eyebrows, having a headache for what he had just asked. He was so careless about this kind of thing, he was so distracted by this little maid.

It just happened to be fun.

The corners of his lips curled up unknowingly, and Yang Fu regained his sanity: "I will ask Leshan to ask a doctor to take care of him. You will return to the house with me after dawn. Don't worry, you will not treat him badly."

Only then was Miaomiao satisfied, "Then you can't punish him either." She remembered Yang Fu's words and asked Wei Ling to be fifty.

Yang Fu didn't answer her, but lowered his head and bit her chattering little mouth.

In the last sense, she seemed to fall asleep in Yang Fu's arms. Miao Miao opened his eyes sleepily, and the eyes were covered with moon-white curtains, not the mansion under the palace, nor Wei Ling's guest room.

She sat up slowly, rubbed her eyes, and was about to get out of bed to put on shoes when she saw a person standing by the window.

Yang Fu stood with his hands in his hands, with a long and straight posture like loose. He must have stayed up all night, still the same clothes as yesterday, but it does not affect the appearance at all. The dai-blue robe lined him more and more clear, facing the rising sun, the whole body was bathed in the light golden light, dimly, like a god.

Miaomiao looked stunned in a daze. The scenes that happened last night were replayed. She bit her lip and couldn't control the arc of the ground.

She put on her shoes and socks in a hurry, and jumped to Yang Fu's side: "Master."

Yang Fu retracted his gaze, saw her smile, raised his hand and pressed the soft fur on her head, "You fell asleep last night, and there is no room available, so I temporarily let the buddy vacate a room, and I wronged you."

What's wrong, she still sleeps very comfortably. Miaomiao shook her head disapprovingly, eyebrows curled, "I am not wronged."

Yang Fu took a long gown and put it on her, calling for a man to prepare a hot towel and let Miaomiao wash. "Wash your face and come over for dinner."

The warm towel was put on her face, Miaomiao sighed contentedly, she finished washing up quickly, and the table had been prepared early. They are all folk specialties, such as crab soup with millet porridge, and mochi radish cake.

Miaomiao couldn't take care of it, "Is Wei Ling awake?" Then she rushed out of the house to check.

Yang Fu grabbed her wrist and made her unable to move while sitting on the embroidered pier, "Go after the meal."

Miao Miao intends to fight, but seeing his attitude is not acceptable, he can only respond. Because of her anxiety, she was scalded to the tip of her tongue by the soup in the steamed buns, covering her mouth with tears.

Yang Fu took her hand away and lifted her jaw: "Open your mouth and let me see."

Miaomiao refused to open her life and death, she was still biting the bun in her mouth, how could he let him see it. Even though it was very hot, he resisted chewing twice before swallowing it all round.

Yang Fu Surong, about to preach, suddenly heard a voice outside the door: "Lord." It was Leshan's voice, and he seemed to hesitate: "Le Shui just went to the room to see, but Lin Wei was nowhere to be seen. It seems... last night. Just left."

He didn't know Wei Ling's identity, so he still called Lin Wei.

Before Yang Fu spoke, Miaomiao stood up quickly and rushed to the door.