90 Days of Spring

What happened that time really frightened Miaomiao, and she was still anxious when she returned.

I thought the prince had forgotten about it, but I didn't expect him to give up. Leshan said he concluded that the man was in the house? How come, did he recognize her?

Miaomiao froze in place, until Yang Fu said to her: "This king will come over, you are waiting in the study."

She nodded, her fingers tangled behind her, "Lord, go."

Watching Yang Fu and Leshan go further and further, she fell into the rosewood armchair with fear, a coolness oozing from the soles of her feet. What if the prince really discovered her real body and told Yang Fu? How would they treat her?

Without Wei Ling, she would be of no use at all, she was simply a life to be slaughtered.

Thinking about it, feeling more sorrowful, she hurriedly took out the bleeding stone, her tone of voice was trembling: "Wei, Wei Ling?"

The blood beads in the stone gradually shone, and a short while later heard the noise of the market, and then Wei Ling's cold voice: "What's the matter?"

Miao Miao thought about it: "Where are you?"

Wei Ling over there paused, her voice less noisy, "I'm in Tongzhou."

Tongzhou is not far from here, it is the town that Miao Miao came to after falling into the water last time. From there to the capital, it only takes three or two hours.

Unexpectedly that he would be there, Miaomiao said in confusion, "Why are you going to Tongzhou?"

"Remember the family who helped us last time?" Wei Ling came to a relatively quiet place, "I thanked them for passing this place along the road."

The head of the household was Shi Liu, and his wife Shi Sao treated them very warmly. Of course Miaomiao remembered. She still keeps the clothes that Shi's wife gave her. If there is a chance, she would like to go back to the quaint house. Surrounded by vast expanse and boundless green fields, it is much more fun than in the palace.

As soon as she tried to get crooked, Miaomiao hurriedly pulled her mind back, just about to speak, and suddenly heard footsteps from the door, Le Shui appeared outside the bead curtain: "It just seemed to hear a sound inside, but is there someone else?"

Fortunately, Miaomiao responded promptly and hid the bloodstone behind him, "How can there be other people, only me."

Le Shui glanced suspiciously, but really didn't see the suspicious person. It's really weird, I just heard the man's voice clearly, could it be his hallucinations? He looked suspicious and saw that there was no one, so he left: "I'm at the door. If anything happens, just call me."

Miaomiao smiled and nodded: "There is Brother Lao Le Shui!"

Le Shui's figure disappeared outside the curtain, and he continued to guard at the entrance of the study. Miaomiao sighed with lingering fear, the jade in her palm was pinched out of sweat, she got up and looked around the study, there was no hiding place at all. Finally ran to the inner room, saw a large vermilion lacquer cabinet inside, got in without much thought, hid inside and asked, "Wei Ling, are you still there?"

After a long time, a voice came out again: "Are you with Yang Fu?"

His voice was cold, and he couldn't hear any emotions.

Miaomiao blurted out: "How is it possible!" If Yang Fu knew that she was talking to Wei Ling with a stone, how could he not doubt her?

Wei Ling's tone eased: "Then why are you looking for me?"

Miaomiao brewed for a while, and then told him what happened that day in Chang Yuan. Including getting into the water to take a bath and being seen by the prince, she has a good attitude and a pious tone: "I didn't tell you at the time, because I didn't want you to worry... Besides, he would never know that it was me, I had changed so much. I thought it was too much. He forgot in a few days, who knew he came in again, it seems...seems to have eyebrows, Wei Ling, what if he recognizes me?"

The last sentence was sloppy, and it was kind of pitiful. She hid in the closet, her voice dared not to be amplified, and the buzzing spread to the other end, Wei Ling's face sank.

He asked: "Why didn't you tell me then?"

Miaomiao pursed her lips: "I said, don't you want to worry about it..."

Wei Ling interrupted her, her tone fluctuating: "Do you worry less about me?"

A word blocked her speechless, she was indeed quite a lot, and Miaomiao bowed her head guiltily. That's why she always felt that she owed Wei Ling, and she probably couldn't pay it off in this life.

Miao Miaoqiang cheered up: "Then I am now..."

Wei Ling warned: "Don't do anything, and don't snare yourself." He said, "How does Yang Fu treat you? Will it protect you?"

Miaomiao nodded: "Yes!" The answer was affirmative.

Wei Ling pulled her lips, slightly bitter, "Then leave it to him, let him..."

Before the voice was over, someone here called: "Is the maidservant Miaomiao here? The prince invites her to the main hall."

It's a female voice, probably talking to Le Shui. Not long after, the two entered the study together. Leshan didn't find him, so he called out her name. Miao Miao shivered, hurriedly stuffed the bloodstone into her sleeve, pushed open the closet door and staggered out: "I am here."

She came out of the inner room, and the other person couldn't help but look at her twice.

The handmaid next to the prince led the way: "Follow me."

Miaomiao's face was calm, but her heart was turbulent, and she walked heavy step by step, looking like death at home. She squeezed sweat on the palm of her hand, thinking about countless possibilities in an instant.

How could the prince know her? Could it be that I... was really discovered? Her face turned pale, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she wanted to escape at this moment.

In Changyuan that night, she clearly heard the prince talking with another person. At that time, she felt that the voice was very familiar, like someone next to the prince. Afterwards, she forgot about it, and now she thinks about it, I am afraid that she can't get rid of that person, but that person... who is it?

In the palace hall of the palace, there was a person sitting calmly in the official hat chair. He wore a blue plum blossom bee butterfly pattern round-neck gown, a crown of jade on his head, and a handsome appearance. It was Yang Chen. He dialed the ink-colored little cover clock, and sipped the tip of his hair, which was very meaningful, "Unexpectedly, there are such strange people in the fourth brother's mansion..."

Yang Fu sat in the red sandalwood armchair below. He faintly retracted his gaze and looked at the door: "Second brother must have made a mistake. I am afraid that the person you are looking for is not a maid from Qi Han's mansion."

Yang Chen smiled slightly, "Why not? The king searched Changyuan that day and found nothing. Later, someone told the king that a maid in the fourth brother's mansion had not returned all night. You said, how could such a coincidence happen, It's not her...who can it be?"

Yang Fulian looked at the dark color in his eyes, and only sincere remained when he looked at him: "The servant servant of Qi Han Mansion has always been respectful and will not do anything to offend his brother." The words stopped, "I don't know that. What did the maid do to make brother so angry?"

Yang Chen put down the cover clock, shook his head and said, "Don't talk, don't talk."

Yan Yan looked at Yang Fu with a smile, and that glance was very intriguing: "What are the fourth brothers doing these days?" There is such a beautiful woman, who can still sit back and relax.

Yang Fu bends his lips, "I have nothing to do in my spare time, just reading and practicing."

Yang Chen said with interest, obviously not thinking about this matter, "This king still remembers that when you were eight years old, your writing was praised by Aye, and you are the most appreciated among your brothers. These years have passed. I don’t know how much progress has been made?"

"Let the second brother laugh, you know, these years I have been careless and mediocre. I am afraid that the writing is not as good as eight years old." Yang Fu shook his head and sighed slightly.

I don't know what words pleased Yang Chen, he laughed, "You talk about you, how come you are like this!"

After that, he shook his head and said no more.

Yang Fu raised his eyes and looked out the door, his lips fainted with a smile, his black eyes light as water.

He said nothing, thinking of a lingering spring water to wash away the lead. Clearly under Yang Chen, but with a high-level posture, just like Yaolin Qiongshu, out of the dust. It was this kind of aura that made Yang Chen always be jealous of him, but there were other important matters, so he ignored him.

He has had more than one quarrel with the princess over this matter these days.

Ever since I saw that beauty in the evening, the woman in the Prince's Mansion has become a vulgar fan compared to her, and she doesn't look at her at all.

Yang Chen found many women one after another, but none of them were her. In the eyes of the princess, it turned into a wandering corpse, leaning against Cui Cuihong. The princess was naturally annoyed and taught all those women a lesson. The prince couldn't get through, and the two began to argue, and they have not spoken for three days.

He got annoyed at the mention of this. However, the thought of seeing the wonderful person in his heart is nothing.

After a while, the maid who had been summoned to Rongguangyuan came back and walked up to salute: "Go back to the prince, the person you want has already been brought."

While standing on the side, he signaled people from outside to come in.

Miaomiao lowered his head, stepped over the threshold and walked slowly into the house. When she was about to enter the house, she felt a gaze falling on her body, which was extremely hot, making her shiver for no reason.

"The maidservant Miaomiao met the prince, the four kings."

The little maid wore an apricot-pink short pomegranate dress. She was slim and exquisite, which was different from that night. Although the sky was dark at that time, Yang Chen remembered clearly that her figure was curvy and convex.

Is it because of wearing clothes?

Yang Chen raised his hand: "Get up quickly." As he thought of his purpose, he coughed to cover up: "Look up, let this king see if it's you."

Miaomiao's shoulders shrank, Yu Guangji moved to Yang Fu who was on the side, not daring to meet his eyes, then moved away, slowly raising his crescent-like face. The pointed jaw, pink lips pressed slightly, a pair of squiggly eyes, anxious, met Yang Chen's gaze.

After a long time of silence, Yang Chen looked hard to distinguish, "Are you Miaomiao?"

She nodded slightly: "It's a maid."

"Bold!" Yang Chen suddenly furious, swept the tea cup off the table, the cups and plates shattered and messed up.

This frightened many people in the house, especially Miaomiao shaking like sifting chaff, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Yang Fu got up: "I don't know why the second brother is angry?"

Yang Chen was so angry that he wandered in place, so angry, but he had nowhere to vent.

Not her, not her!

After searching for a long time, why can't I find it? After hearing the report this time, he was 100% sure, but he didn't expect it to be.

He yelled: "Get out, get out!"

Miao Miao was about to cry, although he was wronged, but fortunately, he escaped, turned his head and walked out. She was scared to death along the way, and she was ready to be discovered. Who knew that the prince had a problem in his head, and she had a temper for no reason. It was really inexplicable.

Jomo walked in a hurry, his palms felt cold, and something slipped out of his sleeve and landed on the ground.

The jade is clear and flawless, smooth and lustrous, reflecting the pale white light. There was a drop of red blood flowing in the middle, strange and beautiful.

Yang Chen squinted his eyes and called her aloud: "Wait."

Miaomiao paused, bent down and picked up the bloodstone, looking back at him for unknown reasons.