90 Days of Spring

The heavy rain was pouring, accompanied by thunder, and it was dark before dusk. The upper and lower groups of the palace were silent, and there was a gloomy atmosphere, and the rain was rustling on the roof. The rain came hurriedly and violently, as if a hole was coming from the sky.

The servants in the Rongguang Court did not dare to speak much, and acted carefully and cautiously, looking into the room nervously, for fear of being angry by the prince.

The doctors knelt on the ground inside, all helpless, and tremblingly pleaded guilty, "The prince is forgiving..."

I have never seen the Four Kings so furious. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding a breathless body tightly in his arms, not allowing anyone to approach: "A bunch of quack doctors, what use do you want!"

They were the imperial physicians specially invited by Yang Fu from the palace. After taking the pulse for the little maid, they were surprised at first, and then they shook their heads one after another: "Please, the four kings, forgive the incompetence of the courtiers, and have no ability to bring back the dead.

One of them couldn't help but said: "Shu Chen said frankly, this body has been dead for many days...Four Kings, let's let it fall into the soil as soon as possible."

I don't know what words stimulated him, Yang Fu drew his sword on the spot and pointed it at the other party's heart: "Shut up."

The imperial doctor turned pale in fright, swallowed immediately and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Hearing Yang Fu became more irritable, he whispered: "Fuck!"

His face was gloomy, his voice was cold, and his awe and majesty reached his heart. A group of imperial doctors rushed to their feet and crawled out of the room.

The noisy atmosphere calmed down, and only him and the little maid were left in the huge room. The clothes of both of them were soaked, but he didn't realize it, and never let go of her body.

"Miaomiao..."

Yang Fu held her tightly, his heart gradually sinking into the abyss, dark and cold, like dead ashes. They all said that she was not saved, but how could he believe that the little girl who was still active the other day became a corpse in the blink of an eye. She fell silently in his arms, and rarely even spoke to him when she was quiet.

The little maid closed her eyes tightly, her lips were purplish, her face was pale and almost transparent. Her body was so cold that Yang Fu seemed to be holding an ice cube. She was so timid, how helpless should she be when struggling under the water?

Yang Fu didn't dare to think, his head was buried deep in her neck, hoarse and low: "This king is wrong... Miaomiao, this king is wrong, can you come back?"

Unfortunately, there was no response, Miaomiao was not here, and the little maid could not speak.

The feelings of regret almost drowned him, and if he didn't easily agree to the prince that day, she would be fine. It's all on him, he didn't protect her. At first, he promised to say that he would tell the king if he was wronged in the future.

Was she wronged in the Prince's House, and to whom did she tell?

The little maid at the time had bright eyes and asked him expectantly: "Will the prince help me out?"

He said, "Maybe."

This sentence is ambiguous, in fact, since then, he wanted to take good care of her. She is clean and pure, like a yao grass in the ice and snow, tenacious and crystal clear, which makes people want to cherish involuntarily.

She probably didn't know it herself. When she looked at him, she focused on hope, her eyes were bright, and there was only him inside. Sometimes when she watched, she was in a daze, her eyes filled with melancholy, a little bit of despair swallowed. For some reason, he will feel distressed.

She gave Yang Fu the feeling that it was like moths fighting a fire, knowing that there was no good result, she still worked hard. It's very strange, it's clearly a human being, how could he have this idea?

This brave and innocent little maid had left an indelible mark in his heart. He couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse.

But why did he recognize his feelings and lose her?

Yang Fu's arms tightened a little bit, trying to absorb the temperature of her body, but no, it was so cold that she had no temperature at all. The wet water mark ran down the shoulders of the little maid, and slipped into the skirt of her clothes, mixing with the lake water.

Someone opened a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind poured into it, and his whole body hurt.

The two maidservants in Langyu held the clothes and looked at each other. They didn't dare to go in with the appearance of the prince, but if they didn't change their clothes in time, they would definitely catch the wind and cold under this weather. That's why they are so embarrassed. The prince clearly doesn't want people to get close. If they go, wouldn't they be seeking their own death?

It just so happened that Leshan Leshui came back from the outside, both of them were wounded, muddy and embarrassed.

"What's the matter? What about the prince?" Le Shui helped Leshan walk to the front, there were blood stains mixed into the water along the way, I don't know whether it is theirs or the prince's.

The two maids were timid and almost screamed when they saw them. They were unsure of their recognition, and they stammered and replied: "The prince... the prince is in the house, what's the matter with you..."

Le Shui didn't say much, he was about to walk into the house, and stopped after thinking about it, "What did the prince say?"

The maid looked embarrassed, "The doctor just came here, and they were all driven away. The prince is very angry, and no one is allowed to come near at this moment."

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it. When the prince returned to the mansion, he held a person in his arms and walked in the rain on foot. His steps were heavy and his face was ashes ashes. Where was the four kings of fairy jade that they knew. But just now, he was more mad, reprimanding all the imperial doctors, and he did not hesitate to draw swords.

What he did was due to the little maid named Miaomiao. The two couldn't help but feel that the prince paid so much attention to her, and she died again, what happened?

Leshan coughed violently: "Wang Ye...Is it okay?"

The maid shook her head: "It's not great. I just got caught in the rain and I haven't changed my clothes. What should I do?"

Talking and looking into the room, it was silent, unable to figure out.

Gao Yue on the side couldn't stand it, stretched out her hand and grabbed the red sandalwood tray in her hand, "Isn't it just a change of clothes, I'll go!" She stepped across the threshold fearlessly, with a complicated expression of anger.

She also only learned today that Miao Miao has a very close relationship with the prince. In the past, Fu Wen always made fun of her. Miao Miao laughed and said nothing. But she and the prince...she hid so deeply, she must laugh at her stupidity in her heart. Thinking of this, Gao Yueyue gritted her teeth tightly and hated her.

Why did she die, otherwise she would not let her go!

Gao Yue stopped behind the twelve folding screens, through the layers of curtains, vaguely saw the two figures hugging the bed. She stared blankly for a while, "My lord, the spring is very cold recently. If you don't change your clothes in time, you may catch the cold."

After a long time, the person on the bed reacted, and he whispered: "Just put it down."

Gao Yue walked up to her and put her clothes on the table gently. Before leaving, she looked inside the bed and felt unwilling to say, "Master...you can't come back to life, please be sorry."

She didn't know, this sentence is now Yang Fu's taboo, no one can say it.

Quiet, Yang Fu asked: "Your name is Gao Yue?"

Gao Yue was taken aback, and immediately overjoyed, "The maidservant is."

He asked again: "How long have you lived with Miaomiao?"

Gao Yue counted, "It's been more than half a month."

"In that case, there should be some sentimentality." Yang Fu said calmly, making arrangements for her, "Taiqing Lake is cold, so go and accompany her."

Gao Yue frightened his legs and feet softly.

She thought that Yang Fu was going to take his life, her eyes widened and fear hit her heart.

Yang Fu was unmoved, "Go down."

She tried to resist, but looking at the prince's appearance, she could not hold her beak and walked back in despair.

When she was out of the house, others kept asking her about her situation, but she seemed stupid and desperate. After a while, his legs softened and fell to the ground feebly, clutching his cheeks and crying in a low voice.

There was no movement in the room all day and night, and the maid did not dare to enter the house to disturb. When it was time for meal, they delivered the food quietly and then quit silently. Usually when I come back to clean up, the food on the table is not moved, even the tea is the same.

The Four Kings stayed in the house without eating or drinking all day, holding the body of the little maid.

The sky is clear, the breeze is smooth, and the sun is shining brightly. It's strange to say that there is no rancid smell in the room. It's all spring, how could the corpse be kept so intact. The little maid had no change except her face pale, she looked like she was sleeping, but unfortunately there were no signs of life.

This incident reached the ears of the saint, when the four kings turned against the prince in the street for a maid, hurting more than a dozen people, and had no respect. How could the prince give up and talk to the saint in a jealous manner, and even described his relationship with Miaomiao vividly.

The saint was furious, so he ordered to bury the maid that day, and be more merciful, bury her well, and do something for her.

When people came to the palace, Yang Fu was still in the house, and the prince and Jiang Taifu came together. Taifu Jiang is the respected teacher of the half prince of Thailand, watching them grow up and teaching them how to behave. He is still in good spirits when he is old.

Most of the palace guards were waiting outside the courtyard. Yang Chen led four or five people into the house. Before seeing Yang Fu, he angrily ordered: "Take them to this king!"

Several people were ordered by the saint to open the curtains of their beds and were trying to catch people. They felt the cold air hit their faces, cold light flashed, and a long sword was driven around their necks.

Yang Fu fell into the bed, holding a person in his arms, holding a sword with cold eyes: "Presumptuous."

The posture without anger and prestige shocked all the guards, and for a while, no one dared to step forward.

Yang Chen was anxious, "What are you still stunned? Forgot how the saint ordered?"

One sentence recalls their minds, and when they are close, they must do something, "The four kings forgive the sins, and the subordinates are obliged to act. The saint has something to bury the girl Miaomiao, please don't embarrass your subordinates."

Before Yang Fu could speak, he wanted to take the person in his arms. Yang Fu hugged the little maid to avoid him, his robe flew up, he stood in front of the threshold window with cold eyes, "No one is allowed to move her!"

Yang Chen smiled, "Does the fourth brother plan to resist the decree?"

The scene is stalemate, after all, it is the prince, and the guards dare not act easily. Yang Chen yelled at waste, grabbed a long sword beside him, and sternly approached. When they were young, they all learned to be close to each other, so taking a sword was easy for the prince, and Yang Chen recruited ruthless hands and spared no effort to intercept him.

Yang Chen suffered humiliation in Taiqing Lake that day, and he still feels it in his heart.

Since there is a chance today, I can't let him go anyway!

He raised his sword with a stabbing, Yang Fu held a person in his arms, his actions were a little inconvenient after all, and his shoulders abruptly received his sword. Yang Fu curled his eyebrows, the sharp sword pierced the flesh and blood, the pain of tearing came, he staggered back two steps.

Yang Chen motioned with his eyes, and the guards got the order and took the opportunity to **** the person in his arms.

At this point, he still refused to let go, his eyes were stained with red silk, and his words were sonorous: "Get out, who dares to touch her?"

Yang Chen said: "Who dares to back down, this king will kill him!"

The guards were embarrassed, and one of them persuaded: "Four kings, the saint is for your own good, and the subordinates just buried her..."

Yang Fu turned a deaf ear.

"Subordinate offended."

They got close, trying to **** the little maid from Yang Fu's arms. Yang Fu was wounded, bleeding ceaselessly, soaked in the moon white robe, looking shocking. His eyebrows were cold, and a sword pierced into the throat of one of them, and blood splashed on the moon white robe, like a magnificent petal in full bloom.

This time, he will not let go anyway.

In a corner of the quiet inner courtyard, one person leaped in quietly, only white light dangling by, no one noticed.

Wei Ling held the bloodstone in her hand and appeared outside the main hall of Rongguang Academy.