90 Days of Spring

Yuman Pavilion restored calm, and the wisteria stems under the corridor swayed with the wind, bringing a quiet floral fragrance.

The monks have already left, leaving only Miaomiao, the prince, and a few other servants. Even though Miaomiao didn't want to drink it, Yang Chen was forced to pour Talishui on her, forcing her to drink it.

Miaomiao coughed, her pretty face flushed red, and she couldn't bear it.

Yang Chen patted her back smoothly, and softened his tone: "It's okay, it's okay after drinking."

Miaomiao was so annoyed at him that he couldn't tolerate him getting close: "Go away, don't touch me!" He said and pushed Yang Chen away. He climbed up from the ground with his hands and feet, and stumbled out of the courtyard.

With her eyes turned upside down, the sky turned around for a while, and she fell to the ground feebly, feeling that her whole body was emptied.

Instead of being angry, Yang Chen went up to pick her up and walked into the house.

Miaomiao was very tired, gave up the struggle, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The prince seldom was so considerate, not only was he extremely gentle, he even stayed on the bedside, staring at her intently.

What is the origin of this girl? The maidservants underneath all speculated that the prince concubine had been making noise this time, and if it were to reach her ears, she would definitely not give up.

Yang Chen asked people to prepare hot water towels and wiped her sweat beads on her forehead. His movements were careful and eye-opening.

Miaomiao slept very restlessly this time, and fine beads of perspiration continued to appear on her head, shaking her head in a low voice. Yang Chen leaned forward, but could not understand at all, only two words were the most clear.

"The prince, the prince..."

Which prince, the answer is obvious.

It seems that this little maid has a deep affection for the fourth brother...Yang Chen narrowed her eyes dangerously, and continued to move her hands: "You will be mine in the future, don't think about others."

He seemed to be talking to Miaomiao, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

After coming back from the Four Kings Mansion today, someone from below offered him a coup. I think Miaomiao's situation should have been witched, and as long as she was invited to the monastery to be a master monk, she would definitely show her true shape. Therefore, Yang Chen had no time to delay. He ordered people to go to Fayin Temple that day, and invited three monks to do the trick and force her to drink the water.

If it's an ordinary person, it's fine, if... Yang Chen looked at the person on the bed, Miaomiao was obviously in pain, and he moaned carefully, which made him more sure that she was the person he was looking for.

Yang Chen touched her cheek. What made her look different? Why is she doing this?

This little maid was full of weirdness and secrets, which made him even more curious. Is it just to get close to the fourth brother? But why should she change her appearance, what is her original appearance, which is not better than it is now?

Even in the dream, she slept very restlessly, avoiding his touch. Yang Chen gently squeezed her immature cheek, and he was bound to win: "Sooner or later you are the king's."

The monk said, after drinking Fushui, it will be restored to its original state at the latest six hours. Yang Chen planned to wait here all the time, and he would be able to see any changes at first sight.

At dusk, the eaves are covered with an orange glow. The courtyard is even more dazzling, and the sunset glow penetrates into the room through the silk yarn. Everywhere in the room is shrouded in melting light, which looks exceptionally quiet. Yang Chen had been sitting next to the bed for an hour, and he stared at Miaomiao's sleepy eyes unblinkingly.

When the princess Lu Shi arrived, what he saw was this peaceful scene.

Suddenly angry, she stepped forward two steps, stopped a few steps behind Yang Chen, neither saluting nor saying hello: "Yang Chen, what do you mean?"

Yang Chen didn't move when she heard her voice, "Who told you to come?"

Lu Yinrong gritted her teeth fiercely, and then smiled coldly: "If I don't come, how can I know what your new favorite looks like."

It was clearly a majestic and beautiful face with bright eyes and teeth, but it was distorted by jealousy. The person she is lying on the bed is not a beauty, but she is beautiful and small. Why does this kind of woman make the prince care for her?

Lu Yinrong didn't show up on her face, but her heart was already rolling.

Yang Chen smiled slightly and seemed to be able to guess that she was just thinking, "This king feels that she is much more beautiful than you."

"You!" Lu Yinrong choked with anger, staring at the back of his head.

She is not afraid of him, no matter how capricious and uncertain, she dared to fight back with him. No way, who taught her to be the empress's most beloved niece, with someone supporting her, so the confidence is naturally different. They quarreled for three to five years without a result. Yang Chen was tired of it a long time ago, and now he doesn't respond to her.

Lu Yinrong asked herself to be boring, but she was unwilling to leave. "I heard that she is a maid in the fourth brother's mansion, why have you become so hungry and not choosing food? Are you not afraid that the fourth child will ask you to settle accounts after autumn?"

Yang Chen got up and finally took a look at her, "When the king does something, when do I need you to ask?"

Seeing her instantly angry face, Yang Chen smiled lowly, "What can the fourth child have? He became a useless person more than ten years ago. Does this king need to be afraid of him?"

Lu Yinrong sneered, "A rabbit will bite people in a hurry."

She didn't know the relationship between Miaomiao and Yang Fu, but she said casually, but made Yang Chensu stop Su Rong, "Go back after reading it."

After being ordered to leave, Lu Yinrong gritted her teeth, turned around and left, staring at the bed before leaving.

This time I slept very unsteadily. Miaomiao slowly woke up, feeling exhausted, numb in his hands and feet, as if being run over by a car wheel, unable to move. She was sweating, her mouth was dry at the moment, and she wanted to get out of bed to drink water, but struggled twice and couldn't get up. There was no one in the room, let alone serving her tea and water.

Miaomiao was lying on the bed, recalling the dream she had just had.

She just floated in midair, as if the soul had separated from the body, she could clearly see the scene in the house, and heard the conversation between Yang Chen and the princess. Later, there was a pain, and there seemed to be two bodies fighting in the body. In the end, both were injured, which made her exhausted.

What did the prince give her a drink? There are such terrible consequences.

Miaomiao slowed down, and was finally able to sit up slowly. Just as she was about to reach out to pour water, she heard a grumpy rant from outside the screen--

"How many hours have passed since, why is there no change at all? This king invites you to come!" It was Yang Chen's voice.

Miaomiao shrank his shoulders, fearing him for no reason, always feeling that this person was not normal. She listened for a while, then realized that they were talking about her, and suddenly she was startled in a cold sweat.

Variety? They want her to be the same?

Looking up at the window, the sun is rising and the sky is clear. It is already the next morning. So what they did yesterday is to make her show her true shape?

The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more he became afraid, she hurriedly opened the quilt to look at her legs. Fortunately, she did not become a fish tail.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead in a thrilling manner, so she should have escaped... She was about to get out of bed and pour water. She raised her eyes to see Yang Chen walk into the inner room, and was slightly surprised when she woke up. Look, "What are you doing out of bed?"

Miaomiao is inexplicable: "I am not a patient, why can't I get out of bed?"

When the voice was about to fall, Yang Chen's face changed, "Go back and lie down." He couldn't hold his beak.

Miaomiao was afraid of him, but was too thirsty. He narrowed his mouth pitifully, "I just want to pour a glass of water."

Yang Chen's expression eased a bit, probably because he was very dissatisfied with the answer he just got, so he was full of gloom at the moment. He instructed the maid to pour water and handed it to Miaomiao: "Drink."

After drinking it, Miaomiao wiped his mouth still: "I still want to drink."

The maid had no choice but to pour her another glass.

Until the drink happily, Miaomiao jumped up from the bed and cheered like no one else: "The next day, I can go back tomorrow!"

This sentence is undoubtedly a needle in Yang Chen's heart, his eyes are cold, and he is more eager to solve the mystery of her.

Unable to get used to Miaomiao's proud look, he relentlessly told: "Tomorrow the queen has a banquet and invited the fourth brother and Jiang Alan. I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of you."

Miao Miao fell silent for a moment, and a little bit of joy faded from his face, and he hesitantly asked, "The prince is serious about this?"

Yang Chen smiled and was satisfied, "What did this king lie to you for?"

The corners of Miaomiao's mouth drooped, as if she wanted to cry, "Why do you tell me this?"

Yang Chen walked towards her, his footsteps accompanied by his vicious words, literally trampled on the apex of her heart, "This king just wants to tell you that in the queen's heart, they are a perfect match. Maybe soon the queen will be with the saint. Please tell me that you are just a maid for the two of them. Will you refuse to marry for you when you are the fourth brother?" He touched her cheek affectionately, "By then, the two of them will be married, and they will be very affectionate. Can you accommodate you?"

His goal was achieved, and Miaomiao was truly distressed, and he kept retorting: "No, it won't be like this... The prince won't leave me alone..."

Yang Chen turned a deaf ear, pinched her chin to inquire: "Miaomiao, why don't you come to be my concubine, my king asks the saint to make you a good concubine."

Miaomiao was unwilling, "If you let me go, I won't be your concubine."

He wanted to run away, but was easily caught by the prince. Yang Chen carried her to her face, face to face, and made a certain determination: "Today you have a good rest, and the King of Japan will take you to the lake for boating."

Miaomiao was already weak, but after a while, his face was pale: "I don't want to go boating..."

Yang Chen did not intend to listen to her opinion, and left after saying this sentence.

The lake in Yang Chen's mouth is Taiqing Lake in the capital. Boats are docked on the lake all year round for people to visit and enjoy. It is a good place to meet and eat.

No matter day or night, there are many ships shuttled back and forth. From time to time, Yingying Yanyan laughed softly from inside the boat. Which family's prince was looking for fun, leaning on the jade snuggle. Yang Chen had done these things before, but now he lost that thought. Compared with the beauty of that night, the other women looked vulgar.

Because of this, he eagerly wanted to restore Miaomiao to his original appearance.

He once thought that she was in the water in Changyuan that day, and she was also in the water in Tongzhou, would she only change back in the water?

If it is, what is the reason?

Yang Chen didn't have the patience to think any more, the boat sailed towards the center of the lake, farther and farther from the shore. He entered the cabin and saw Miaomiao sitting in the corner with her knees hugged, "It's so boring, don't you want to see the scenery outside with this king?"

Miaomiao actually wanted to see it too, but she was afraid that she couldn't help jumping into the water, so she didn't go out.

Being so tempted by Yang Chen, she couldn't hold back immediately, she stood up silently and walked out of the cabin uncontrollably.

Yang Chen reached out to help her, but she refused: "I can."

Standing on the bow of the boat, Miaomiao looked out at the lakeshore in the distance, with verdant willows, green roof tiles, and the prosperous streets paved in front of them. The sky is turquoise blue, and the sky is bright and clear, and the sky is blue.

Miaomiao stared blankly, probably attracted by the scenery.

Yang Chen tilted his head to look at her. It was the first time in two days that he showed her smiling face. His eyes were clear and flawless, like two shining black pearls, shining brightly. He couldn't move his hand for a while, until she looked back and smiled, his hand was still in the air.

Miao Miao is a heartless temper, and his troubles come and go quickly. For a while, he forgot who the person around him was: "Can I sing?"

Once the Yuren's mood reaches its extreme and there is nowhere to vent, he wants to express it in songs.

Yang Chen was shocked and his heart surged.

The person in Tongzhou said that she was in the sea at night, and once sang ballads, her singing was tactful, and even the fish in the water were attracted.

He said: "Yes."

Miaomiao reacted with regret, "I won't sing anymore."

Yang Chen's voice was dumb: "Why?"

She was silent.

The boat moved a little farther away, and suddenly the water shook. Miaomiao stood on the head of the bed, shaking violently, and couldn't help leaning forward. She was able to stabilize her body. Before she had time to catch her breath, she was pushed on her back. She was caught off guard and slipped and fell into the water.

The lake water instantly flooded the top of her head. Under the clear lake, Miaomiao saw Yang Chen's deep eyes.

Miaomiao sank a little bit, calm and flustered.

She will become a shark as soon as she falls into the water. As long as she hides far away, she will be fine without being spotted. However, this time, it was different from usual.

The pain in my body is no less than that I just woke up yesterday, especially the pain in my legs gradually, like being burned by fire. Her body began to get out of control, sinking into the depths of the lake, her consciousness getting more and more blurred, and she felt the pain all over her body, splitting muscles and bones.

It seemed that something was peeling off the body a little bit, and she uttered a painful cry, desperately trying to escape the feeling.

In the depths of the water, the body of the little maid was wrapped in silver light, and the small body was ups and downs, gradually separating the two bodies. Miaomiao's delicate body was separated from the little maid's body, head, jade neck, shoulder blades...Finally, there was a silvery white fish tail with a tail fin like glass, and finally the two bodies were completely separated.

Miaomiao was repelled by that body, turned around flexibly, and looked at the other "Miaomiao" that was sinking in shock.

Not long after the prince’s people went into the water to save others, she quickly found a place to hide her body, hiding behind the boulder and peeping. The attendants picked up the body from left to right and took it to the lake.

The skin under his hands was extremely cold, and the two did not care because they were in the water. They didn't know that the people who were salvaged had died for a long time.