90 Days of Spring

This speechlessness undoubtedly stabbed him in his heart. Yang Fu looked at the hand that was thrown away by her, and the prince who was usually aloof, showed a helpless expression at this moment, "I..."

It was the decision he regretted last time, and it was never recovered.

Since Wei Ling took her away, he has been waiting in Taiqing Lake. The warm body temperature and faint fragrance that night can not be forgotten. After returning home, his wound was obviously re-wrapped, and the cloth was torn from the woman's clothing. Knowing that it was impossible, he still waited with hope.

Someone reported today that there was a **** the street who exchanged pearls for money and was currently living in an inn in the west of the city. Upon hearing the news, Yang Fu rushed to him, but he did not expect to see her. She was not dead, she was standing in front of him alive.

Miaomiao turned to run, "I'm leaving now."

Yang Fu grabbed her wrist and stared at her eyes in disbelief, "What is going on? Tell this king, why are you not dead?"

This was the question she was most afraid of answering, and Gein really didn't know how to explain: "I..." after a long pause, he couldn't tell.

Her body temperature was cold that day, her breathing stopped, and she looked like a dead person. The imperial physicians in the palace have come to see them, and they all said they are unable to recover. Now, how can she explain the current situation? To come back from the dead is a bit too sensational.

Miaomiao wanted to escape, but it was a pity that he was tightly bound by his shoulders, unable to retreat, and was forced to meet his gaze.

Yang Fu was even more shocked. He reached out and probed her body temperature. It was warm and soft, accompanied by a slight panting. The setting sun fell on the top of the head, and a long shadow was projected. Everything showed that she was a person, a good person, not a monster.

Yang Fu has never believed in ghost power and chaos, but facing her, he felt a little dazed for a while. Hearing the news of her death, he plunged into the abyss, living in a muddled way every day. After Wei Ling took her away, he ordered people to search the city. There was no news, and they couldn't even find their whereabouts in several nearby towns.

There was no sign of her in the boundless world. Yang Fu never dared to think that one day she would still be able to see her alive and talk to him happily.

Miaomiao bowed her head and closed her lips. "A lot of things have happened, and I can't explain it to the prince for a while."

It’s really not a good place to talk on the street. Yang Fu stepped forward, "Miaomiao, will you go back with my king first?"

She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and finally shook her head, "I can't...I can't go back with you now."

She only agreed to Wei Ling that she would be with him these days. Wouldn't she be unbelievable if Guo left? Besides, it was Wei Ling who helped her, and she was able to stand here. Although she wanted to nod her head, she finally refused.

Yang Fu caught the loophole in her words, "Then when do you plan to go back?"

Miaomiao choked, turned and ran up the stairs, "I don't know!"

She was so dizzy that she accidentally stepped on the ground when she went upstairs and almost fell down. Yang Fu looked at the back with a horror: "Be careful!"

Miaomiao was also taken aback, but fortunately his other foot stabilized in time, and after recovering, he leaped back to the room. It's a pity that the staggering just now made Yang Fu catch up with her. At this moment, she was blocking the door with one hand, making her unable to close the door.

Miaomiao was anxious: "You go back soon!"

Fu Ning looked at her, and easily pushed open the mullion door, "Why avoid me?"

At this moment, Miaomiao realized the difference in strength between men and women, and took a few steps back, "I don't...I just, just..." She started thinking about excuses randomly: "Then how do I know if the prince will hand me over? Where is the prince?"

Yang Fu paused, "No, this kind of thing will never happen again."

"I don't believe it!" With tears in her eyes, she did not hide her disappointment. "The prince said that before, saying that you would stand up for me, but you didn't do it in the end.

At this evening, the inn was crowded and Miaomiao's room was facing the stairs, and many people looked curiously. Yang Fu stepped into the room and cut off everyone's sight. He leaned over to meet her eyes, grieving and solemnly, "This time I promise, Miaomiao, I will never give you to anyone."

These are the eyes she has dreamed of countless times. She is the only one in her eyes. Miaomiao finally waited until this day, but she couldn't respond. She blinked her eyes twice and said, "I...to take care of Wei Ling, I can't go away……"

In the past, she selfishly wanted to return to Yang Fu, which hurt Wei Ling. If she abandons him at this time, she will be ruthless. Miaomiao can't do it.

Yang Fu sank, "He?"

Miaomiao subconsciously pointed to the copper bowl on the table, and she was about to speak, closing her mouth suddenly, "No...that's the fish left by Wei Ling, Wei Ling asked me to take care of it!"

Yang Fu looked around and saw a gray-black carp in the water, looking at them steadily. It was clearly a fish, but his eyes were very cold, and there was a sense of familiarity inexplicably.

He frowned, trying to say something, but finally held back.

That day, Wei Ling vowed to say: "It's just Miaomiao, she belongs to me."

This person's mind was so clear that he had to make Yang Fu pay attention to it. Could he have been with Miaomiao these days? What about Miaomiao is also related to him? Between them, how many things he didn't know?

Yang Fu grabbed his eyes, "I will stay with you."

Miaomiao was stunned, "Well, how can you...You are the prince, how can you not return to the palace?"

Yang Fu stroked her cheek and stared at her deeply, "But you are here."

He waited for a long time, exhausted, and finally waited for her. From now on, no matter where she is, he will not let go.

As night fell, the noise on the street had faded, and the sound of insects sounded, adding a bit of tranquility.

Miaomiao’s cold was getting worse and worse. She did not go to the hospital to pack medicine. At the moment, her mouth was dry, her hands and feet were weak and she was lying on the bed, "Uh...thirsty."

There was an oil lamp on the table, the light was dim, and she was the only one in the room. She remembered that after speaking with Yang Fu in the afternoon, she fell asleep because of a headache, and now she woke up a little confused about the time. She sat up and moved, her body aching, and even getting out of bed was a problem. She didn't expect the cold to be so severe.

Dialogue came from outside the house, like the voice of Big Brother Leshan: "Master, you really decided to stay?"

After a while, Yang Fu whispered, "What's the point?"

Leshan thought for a while, but hesitated: "But you know that...the palace is tight..."

When I finished speaking, I listened to Yang Fu's tone coldly, "This king knows it in his heart." After he said something, he couldn't hear clearly. It seemed that he said something vaguely: "Don't let Miaomiao know about this."

Leshan nodded, "Yes."

What do you know? Miaomiao stopped getting out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed thinking, unaware that Yang Fu had entered the room.

He walked inside and saw her sitting there, seeming to be in a trance, "What's the matter?"

Suddenly, Miaomiao lowered her head and put on her shoes and socks, "Oh, think of something." Because of her guilty conscience, she couldn't put on her shoes awkwardly, and she wanted to jump out of bed barefoot.

Yang Fu stopped her movement, squatted in front of her, and handed her embroidered shoes, "What's the matter?"

Naturally, Miaomiao couldn't answer. He was in a daze and blushed in a daze, "You...how can you..." He is the lord, how can he put on shoes for her!

Yang Fu looked up at her quietly and smiled, "Why not?"

Both ears were red, Miaomiao avoided his scorching gaze and didn't discuss the issue with him, "I, I'm going to drink water!"

However, his body was weak, and he stood up and collapsed.

Yang Fu caught her body, put her on the bed, and brought a soft pillow behind him, "You are unwell, you should lie down and rest. The king has ordered someone to decoct the medicine, and it will be delivered later."

Yan Fu got up, poured a glass of water on the side, held her from behind with one hand, and fed her to her mouth with the other: "Drink less and drink more medicine later."

Miaomiao reached out to pick it up, "I can come by myself."

Yang Fu removed the cup, his voice was low and sweet, "Be good, otherwise I will feed you another way."

What's the method... Miaomiao wanted to crooked for some reason, Wei Ling was still in the room, she couldn't be in front of him... So she obediently drank half a glass of water, and took the medicine again with Yang Fu's hand After eating, there was a piece of winter melon in his mouth, and the two eyebrows were tightly wrinkled.

She rolled her eyes, and quietly looked at the movement on the round table, but she didn't see anything. She was startled secretly, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, "Where is my fish?"

Yang copied her impulse, "I ordered Leshan to change the water, and he will take care of it tonight."

Miaomiao was worried, "Will Big Brother Leshan take care of him? What if something goes wrong?"

"Don't worry." Yang Fu wiped off the potion from the corner of her mouth, acting carefully, as if he were dealing with a lost treasure, "Take care of yourself first."

Miao Miao pursed her lips, and finally nodded in compromise. The candied fruit was cut open in the mouth, and the wisps filled her heart. After the bitterness, the sweetness made her a little uncomfortable.

After taking the medicine, she sweated cold and hot, and she shivered after covering two layers of bedding. Dense beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead, and she choked off the scarf on her forehead.

Yang Fu wringed the towel clean again, covering her head, and immediately holding her little hand, "Forbearance, it will be fine if you sweat."

Miaomiao snorted uncomfortably. At this time, she still didn't forget one thing, "Wei Ling, I want to see Wei Ling... where is my fish..."

She was incoherent, but Yang Fu heard it. At this time, she was still calling that person's name.

His eyes were deep and he didn't say a word, holding her hand tighter.

Miao Miao yelled in pain, and only felt that the strength was loosened a little, but still couldn't escape. She squinted in a daze for a while, finally feeling less uncomfortable, it was already dark outside, she got up and got out of bed, shocked by the person sitting on the bed.

"Lord?"

Yang Fuduan sat on the embroidered pier, his eyes followed her, "Awake? Would you like to drink water?"

Miaomiao shook his head hurriedly. I don't know how long he has been watching here, so why not go to rest? She was thinking about putting on shoes, "I'm not thirsty, I'm going..." She already felt better, sweating a lot, and she was very sane now, "Where is Big Brother Leshan's room? I'm going to find him. "

Yang Fu didn't move, "What are you looking for?"

Miaomiao didn't even think about it, "Bring back Wei Ling...'s fish."

About to get up, he was violently pulled by a force, and fell into a warm and broad embrace for the next moment. She was stunned, Yang Fu's low-melt voice rang above her head: "Miaomiao, do you still like this king?"

Miaomiao was puzzled, "I like it." After a pause, he added solemnly: "It's just not as deep as before."

Yang Fu froze.