90 Days of Spring

Miaomiao whispered, raising his hand to block: "What are you doing? It hurts."

No, her cheeks are so smooth, there is no abnormality in the connection. Why is that? Yang Chen frowned. She hadn't returned all night in Changyuan and owned this jade. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

She should be right, but her face is obviously different.

Is there any witchcraft in this world that is impossible?

He looked up at this face again, "Where are you from?"

Miaomiao clutched her cheeks and shrank in the corner desperately, "The maidservant is just a maid."

Yang Chen didn't believe it, he recognized her, and tightened the jade with his palms together, "I will take this thing first, and I will return it to you in the future."

How can it be done, if it is given to him, can he come back? Miaomiao went up and snatched, "I can't give it to you, you give it back to me..." This is the only thing to contact her and Wei Ling. If it doesn't, she should find Wei Ling in the future?

Yang Chen stopped her and put it into the sleeve slowly, "That's it." He said, "Go back to the house to be honest, and this king will arrange a place for you. If you are rude to this king, please pay attention to your life. ."

This sentence is half a threat and half a deceit. Prince Yang Chen has always pity Xiangxiyu, as long as he thinks that she is her, no matter how angry he is, he can't vent it.

Miaomiao stared at his sleeve closely, as if she would pounce on it at any time, her lower lip pressed tightly, her face resisting.

Yang Chen turned a blind eye, sitting aside and thinking about other things, and soon he arrived at the Prince's Mansion.

The layout of the Prince's Mansion is quite different from that of the Four Princes' Mansion. Yang Fu likes elegance and quietness. The courtyard has a variety of green bamboos, pines and cypresses, pavilions, terraces and pavilions, and the scenery is pleasant; The red lacquered gate auxiliary first title ring pattern is made of gluttonous and gold, which is enough to show how the prince is usually extravagant and lustful.

A servant greeted him at the door, and Titilan invited him into the mansion.

Yang Chen took two steps. He didn't hear any movement behind him. He stood and watched, but Miaomiao was nowhere to be seen. "Where is the maid?"

The concierge was unknown, so when he was about to inquire, he saw a girl in pink broke out of the carriage, regardless of the obstruction of the servants, and fled in the other direction. She has a small figure and agile movements. She looked at the gap and ran out.

Yang Chen's face was gloomy, and he scolded irritably, "What are you doing? Don't go after it!"

The two servants woke up like a dream, and chased Miaomiao in the direction of escape. They were so strong that they blocked her way and escorted her back like a chicken.

Miaomiao showed despair: "I don't want to come here, I want to go back to the palace..." She raised her head and looked at Yang Chen, her wet eyes full of pleading, and gradually softened her breath, "Prince, please, let the maid go back." ..."

Yang Chen remained unmoved, pinching her jaw, "Flee in front of this king, are you dead when you are this king?"

The prince was cruel and cunning, and he had no patience. It was already a great tolerance to be willing to spend with her. Seeing that she actually wanted to escape, angrily surged into her heart, her face looked rather hideous.

Miaomiao was horrified, speechless, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

It was probably because she looked pitiful, Yang Chen's anger gradually faded, but her expression was still ugly, "Be good, this king won't treat you."

Miaomiao knew that she couldn't escape, so she nodded perfunctorily.

She was not honest along the way, and it was rare for Yang Chen to feel better when she was well-behaved. He curled his lips and ordered the servant to let her go, "You live in Yuman Pavilion for the past two days. Someone will take you there later, and this king will visit you in the afternoon."

Miaomiao followed absent-mindedly, circling in her mouth when she refused, after all she dared not say it.

In the past, I was squeezed in a common bunk with a maid. The space in the lower room was cramped and the furniture was crude. Miao Miao had never lived in such a good room. The only time she was infected with the cold and stayed in Yang Fu's side room all night, but unfortunately she fell asleep and didn't know what it was like.

The maid in blue led her to the West Wing of Yuman Pavilion and pushed open the Linghua door and said, "That's it."

The handmaid didn't have a good face along the way. It was probably because of the same maid's sake. Her heart was very angry, so she was always yin and yang.

Miaomiao walked into the house and looked around for a week. There were tables and chairs in red sandalwood and eight immortals. The room was partitioned by twelve peony folding screens. Although the room looked very comfortable, she still did not want to live, and stood silently in the room, thinking of the Prince's last words.

"My king will visit you in the afternoon."

What else to see? Has he not given up yet?

Judging from the attitude of the prince, he was not sure if he was the one that night, no matter what he thought, Miaomiao just denied it right now. She pressed her lower lip tightly, determined not to admit it.

The maid offered tea, and reminded her not salty but not lightly: "Don't go to the opposite Liutingyuan."

Miaomiao returned to his mind: "Why?"

She hummed: "Why are there so many? Just remember not. But I remind you, if something happens, don't rest on my head." She picked up the tray and walked out of the room.

Only Miaomiao was left in the room. She stared at the back of the maid, still thinking about what the maid said.

What's in the Liutingyuan opposite, is it a monster or a monster? Halfway through the conversation, it really taught people to scratch their hearts and lungs. Miaomiao couldn't help but glanced at the opposite side, but unfortunately couldn't see anything.

Now that the maidservant reminded it, it must be a bad thing, and she might as well leave it alone. Miaomiao resisted curiosity and paced around the house.

The bloodstone was taken away by Yang Chen, and she was helpless now, who knew what he was going to do next, she had to think of a way to save herself.

It was midday, but Miaomiao was not very hungry. She ate a lot of cakes in the study in the morning, and her belly was still bulging. After thinking about it for a long time, she didn't think of a sure way. She stood in front of the door in distress, remembering the Prince's words for some reason: "He has already handed you over to this king."

Is that true? Yang Fuzhen doesn't care about her?

If not, why didn't he come out to stop it? After thinking about it, Miao Ren'er felt a pain, and simply fell to rest on the soft couch. After thinking about it, she fell asleep faintly, tucked her knees and shrank into a ball, and did not even put down her guard when she fell asleep.

Miaomiao dreamed that she was walking in the forest, surrounded by travelers going up and down the mountains, shuttled by her. Everyone laughed and laughed at Yan Yan, but she was the only one who described her as haggard.

She kept her head down until there was a series of movements in front of her. Miaomiao frowned, looked up there, and saw the fusion sunshine piercing the branches and falling on a handsome man. He carried himself and turned slowly...

"Wake up, is it Miss Miaomiao?" A voice awakened her mercilessly.

Miaomiao opened his sleepy eyes and rubbed his eyes in a daze, "I am." There was a deep sleepy voice in his voice, and he obviously hadn't recovered.

The maid nodded, "Hurry up and go with me. The prince wants to see you."

She had a sudden stop, and no matter how stupid she was, she knew what the word "prince princess" meant, and her sleepiness disappeared. The prince's wife wants to see her, why does she feel guilty?

Miaomiao asked hesitantly, "I wonder why the princess is looking for me?"

The maid concealed Pa's ridicule, and deliberately or unconsciously gave her a glance, "Are you real or fake?" After saying that, seeing Miaomiao's confused appearance, she simply said to her, "Yuman Pavilion has been empty for many years, and the prince has been No one has ever lived in. As soon as you come today, the prince will arrange for you to move in. How can the prince not pay attention to it?"

It's such a reason, no wonder no one has ever lived here.

Miaomiao's pressure immediately doubled, "No, not what you think..."

"Let me go." The handmaid did not listen to her explanation, and walked forward.

Miao Miao had no choice but to keep up with each step. If you don't go, after all, you are in someone else's territory, and you should go to see the mistress of the house. She couldn't help thinking, if the princess embarrassed her, how would she deal with it?

About to walk to the gallery, a group of people came oncoming, and Yang Chen was undoubtedly at the forefront.

Behind him were a few monks, in blue shirts and cloths, holding prayer beads, all of them looked kind. Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what medicine he sold in the gourd.

It was the maidservant who responded in time, curtseying: "His Royal Highness."

Yang Chen obviously recognized her, and immediately sank his face, "Why are you here? Lu Yinrong asked you to come?"

The maid nodded: "Exactly." Add after a pause, "The prince concubine has a special identity, and is different from the other concubines. I specially invite the girl to come and see her."

Yang Chen waved her hand and motioned to her to step down, "Just say that the king has ordered it, no need to see it. She doesn't need to care about this matter."

The servant girl was embarrassed, "This..."

Until Yang Chen's voice became cold, "You still want to go down?"

She shrank slightly and retreated respectfully, with a hint of fleeing.

Miaomiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at Yang Chen, he still didn't dare to take it lightly. After such a big battle, he also found a few people without hair. What does he want to do?

Yang Chen led her to the courtyard, and she was stern after she changed, "Come on, these are high-ranking monks invited from the Fayin Temple. For a while, just sit and listen to them chanting."

Those three stood up and gave salutes, their expressions were calm, not panicked, and they were indeed quite talented.

Miaomiao had never seen a monk before, and nodded as if he knew nothing. "What are they going to do?"

Yang Chen's words are concise and concise: "Recite sutras."

Miaomiao tilted his head, greatly confused. There was a censer in the courtyard, and a futon was laid underneath. She was invited to sit in the front, facing the three monks.

The incense on the stove was lit, accompanied by their calm Sanskrit sounds, lingering above the Yuman Pavilion, endlessly circling the beams.

Miao Miao listened carefully for a while, but did not understand a word, and simply gave up. She didn't understand what these people were doing, she just felt that her head was getting a little dizzy, and her face and foreground became blurred. She wanted to go to sleep.

But for no reason, she felt unable to sleep again and tried to sit up from the ground. But those few Buddhist sounds seemed to bind her, unable to move.

Miaomiao hummed impatiently, and fell softly to the side, "Don't read it..."

She closed her eyes, so she didn't see the light flashing in Yang Chen's eyes behind her.

Until a passage of the scriptures was completed, Miao Miao was sweating, panicking and losing his mind.

The monk burned the rune, melted it in the water, and handed it to Yang Chen by the maid. Yang Chen stepped forward and embraced her, calling out, "Miaomiao, come, drink this bowl of water."

It happened that she was a little thirsty, Miaomiao opened her misty eyes, blinked twice, and drank with his hand.

Before swallowing, she clenched her brows, turned her head and threw up, coughing endlessly.

What kind of water has a smell of earthy dust!