90 Days of Spring

The body of the little maid was lying in the cabin, and Miaomiao stared blankly. It was the body she had used for more than a month. She stared at it as a bystander, and she was quite uncomfortable.

"The body is stiff..." Miaomiao poked her cheek and sighed regretfully, "I have kept this skin for a long time, and now I can barely get it in my eyes." Unfortunately, they had to separate. She was melancholy. It's very, I don't know what to do next.

They must have thought that the little maid was dead. If she leaned over again, would it frighten them?

Miaomiao nestled in the cabin in thought. When he was approaching the son, every family had turned off their lights and fell asleep. Occasionally, officers and soldiers patrolled the street and no one paid attention to the lake. Half of her tail was immersed in the water, and she fluttered a few waves from time to time, and refused to be honest for a moment.

She raised her head and asked Wei Ling for help: "Then what should I do? Will I stay in this lake from now on?"

Wei Ling reminded him coolly: "Taiqing Lake is connected to the canal. If you follow the canal down the river, you may be able to return to the palace of the palace."

Miaomiao was shocked: "How can it work?"

She has already reached this field. Is it possible to go back to the other courtyard to live the previous days? She couldn't do it anyway, Miaomiao pressed her lower lip, and tried to drill in with the little maid's body, but nothing changed. She was still her, and the maid was still a maid.

Miaomiao was extremely depressed. "It's all to blame for that **** prince..." If it weren't for him, he wouldn't end up in this field.

Suddenly remembering something, she quietly grabbed Wei Ling's hem, "My bloodstone was snatched by him, and I have not been able to contact you. How do you know I am here?"

Wei Ling said frankly: "I went to the palace and just heard the conversation between Yang Fu and the prince, and learned that you fell into the water here. I expected you to be still here."

After a pause, he didn't tell her about Yang Fu's injury after all, saying that the prince was going to **** this body. "I knocked him unconscious and brought this maid over by the way."

Miaomiao was filled with indignation: "Why didn't you teach him severely?"

Wei Ling chuckled slightly, "He is the prince, if something goes wrong, can you run away with me?"

Also, people from the imperial court will lay a net to arrest him, and he will be in big trouble by then. Miaomiao felt sad, and quickly relieved: "He is so bad, and sooner or later there will be retribution."

Wei Ling smiled and didn't say anything. If he didn't need to act, somebody could not help it.

Miaomiao suddenly said, "Then, then you bring her out, did the prince agree?"

He turned his head away, "I don't need his consent."

"..."

That was just grabbed! Miaomiao choked, and immediately panicked: "What about it then? He...will he be sad?"

She originally wanted to say "He must be sad", but she stopped suddenly. Did she overestimate her own status in his heart? What if he is not so sad, otherwise, when the prince asked him for someone, how could he give it so simply?

Wei Ling said nonchalantly, "Perhaps."

Miaomiao looked up at him dissatisfiedly. What kind of answer is this? Wei Ling was there at the time and she must know a lot of the situation, but he was reluctant to tell her what she looked like. Her fingers were wrapped around his clothes. Seeing that he never responded, she finally had to put it down pathetically.

"If I die, will he be sad?" Miaomiao lowered his head.

Wei Ling lowered her eyes, she could only see her black head, whispering softly like a cat, she was asking him, but she was talking to herself again.

The thin shirt like cicada wings draped over her shoulders, making her figure thinner, and when the night breeze blew, the thin shirt floated on the surface of the lake. Miao Miao smiled suddenly, with her eyebrows crooked, "He had better not be sad, because I would be unhappy too."

Wei Ling was stunned and looked at her steadily.

Miaomiao slipped into the water, and the green silk bloomed on the surface of the water, like a huge lotus, gorgeous to the extreme. She only showed her head and her eyes were as bright as the moon. "If the drug is difficult to find, I will go to Donghai to find it by myself. As long as I can change it back, one more day is one day."

Remarks, please ask Wei Ling: "Wei Ling, can you help me look at her body first? Don't let others take it away."

Wei Ling didn't make a sound for a long time. After a while, she whispered, "The East China Sea is so big, do you know where it is?"

Miaomiao shook his head honestly, "You tell me the location, I can find it."

Wei Ling sneered unceremoniously, "Why should I tell you?"

She stagnated and looked at him wounded.

It is these wonderful eyes that are so clear that people can't refuse. Wei Ling rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, but she was out of touch with her, "Don't go now, I will get something back tomorrow."

Miaomiao subconsciously: "What is it?"

He glanced at her: "Bloodstone."

Miaomiao bit her lip and said nothing at all.

Taiqing Lake was crowded during the day, and Miaomiao did not dare to appear in the sight of everyone, so she hid under the water and watched.

You can see all the sentient beings from underwater. She has nothing to do and likes to observe everyone's expressions and guess their mood and actions. She used this method to secretly observe Yang Fu for ten years and never tire of it.

Wei Ling told her not to come out early in the morning, so when he went to the Prince's Mansion, she waited here honestly.

The bloodstone was with the prince. Even if Miaomiao didn't want it, it couldn't fall into Yang Chen's hands. After all, it was Wei Ling's blood, and he could not decide what he would do with it. When Miaomiao thought of Yang Chen's face, the scene of him pushing himself into the water flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth, "Bad guy."

He must have known something, so he deliberately pushed her into the water. Miaomiao heard clearly that he instructed his servants not to go into the water until a long time ago, no one went down to salvage her.

How would he know? Is it related to bloodstone?

Miaomiao was puzzled and waited for Wei Ling to return.

After noon, the sun gradually slanted to the west, but he still didn't appear. Miaomiao gradually became uneasy. Could something happen? The Prince's Mansion is heavily guarded. She has been there once. Knowing the situation inside, Wei Ling will go there alone. Can she handle it?

Miaomiao became more anxious and couldn't help but float up from the pile of rocks at the bottom of the water, and across a layer of water, he saw people on the shore returning home one after another.

The surface of the lake was orange-red by the sunlight, as if it was stained with blood, beautiful and gorgeous. She is sparsely populated here, and there is a willow forest, almost no one cares. Miaomiao quietly poked her head out and looked around, but Wei Ling was not visible.

As soon as she turned her eyes, she fell under a tree in front, and she froze suddenly.

I saw a person standing alone under the tree, like a cold mountain cultivating bamboo, with a white jade crown and a light robe. He stared at the center of the lake motionlessly, his eyes were dark and haggard, showing a sense of sadness for no reason. In just a few daylight scenes, he lost a lot of weight, and he was very weak. He was not as elegant and free and easy as before, and he looked disappointed.

Miaomiao was not far away quietly, unable to see his expression, and felt distressed for some reason.

How did he become like this? He was not at all the same as the one she knew, as if her whole heart had been hollowed out, and he fell sharply from the clouds into the mud and fell into a mess.

Is it because she is not here? Miaomiao didn't dare to hope, she would be satisfied if he could remember her in the future. But if not, why would he be like this?

Miao Miao wanted to step forward and tell him not to worry, she was fine, but she couldn't be with him anymore.

Thinking about it, her eyes became moist, and Miao Miao covered her eyes and choked silently. She couldn't cry, she was about to drop pearls after crying, her squat mouth kept suffocating until her eyes were red, and she went into the water with a scream.

Miaomiao cried miserably under the water, and the pearl beans sank to the bottom of the lake. She was still weeping and sobbing in her mouth.

"I...I'm not dead..."

Naturally, Yang Fu couldn't hear her, her voice was very small, as if talking to herself.

When Wei Ling came back, what she saw was her tragic appearance, and she didn't know how much she had been wronged. "what happened?"

Miaomiao raised his wet eyes, blinked and blinked, and asked, "Why did you come back so late?" After saying that, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the long fishtail behind him, "Why are you...also?"

Wei Ling stretched out her palms, with a bloodstone lying in it, "Keep it away in the future, don't let anyone **** it away."

Miaomiao showed surprise, took it and put it on her neck again, nodding, "Hmm!"

She was filled with joy and sorrow, so she didn't pay attention to Wei Ling's face, he looked very tired, and he avoided answering the sudden change to a shark. Miaomiao is a lack of heart, and coupled with the poor light under the water, she has never noticed it, even when he was tired from just going out for a day.

Wei Ling did not forget: "Why did you cry just now?"

Miaomiao paused for a long time, "I...just now on the lakeshore, I saw the prince."

Wei Ling raised her eyes.

She was coy and looked up at the water. The clear water flowed over her head. The water temperature in early spring was freezing cold, which was very pleasant for them. A red-tailed catfish swam slowly by, and Miaomiao thought for a while, "He seems to be having a bad time. But what is he doing here? Does he know that I am here?"

Wei Ling didn't even look at it. "He doesn't know."

Miaomiao dropped his eyelids down, "Really."

Yang Fu came here purely because Miaomiao fell into the water and salvaged it again.

He can't even guard her body, he can only come here.

The maid underneath gathered up Miaomiao's relics, and found a purse with a piece of jade pendant and half a bag of pearls under her bamboo stick.

The jade pendant was the Pisces jade pendant he lost in the other courtyard. After looking for it for a long time, it was left somewhere. Unexpectedly, it was hidden by this little maid. The remaining half a bag of pearls, with a brilliant and round color, is top grade.

When the steward showed it to him, his expression was a bit complicated, and his face clearly read, "How can such a maid have many pearls?" Yang Fu constricted his eyes, he only knew that he knew very little about her.

The mansion hasn't stored pearls recently, so where did she come from? Yang Fu's eyebrows were deep and he couldn't understand another matter. The prince asked her to go to the mansion. Is it really because she was offended?

If this is the case, why ask the monk to recite the sutras and give Miaomiao a drink of water?

The spring breeze wrinkled the center of the lake, the setting sun gradually disappeared to the distant mountains, and the sunset was like blood. His wound was not healed, and another cold wind blew for another afternoon. He was already exhausted by this time.

There was movement on the water surface by the feet, the sound of water gurgling, and the light and shadow shaking.

Yang Fuxun lowered his head and saw a silver-white fish tail flashed by, shining brightly by the setting sun, illuminating the dimness of his eyes.