90 Days of Spring

This sentence has an aura of anger, and Miaomiao still can't forgive him. He gave himself to the prince so easily. All the hope she had for him at that time was all in vain.

There was no sound in the room for a long time, and the arm around her waist trembled slightly and tightened little by little. Yang Fu dumbly said: "You are angry with this king."

Miaomiao tilted her head, "I'm telling the truth."

She pursed her lips, clearly dissatisfied, got out of his arms twice, and ran out the door. Closing the mullion door, she stuck out her tongue inside.

It's best to **** him off, and see if he dares to do that to her in the future.

She didn't know where Leshan's room was, so she ran downstairs and asked the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper enthusiastically told her that there were two rooms separated from her. Miaomiao knocked on the mullion door, and when the people inside opened the door, she poked her head and asked with a smile: "Brother Leshan, did the lord ask you to take care of a carp?"

After asking for a long time, there was no response. Miaomiao looked up unclearly, and saw Le Shan staring at her strangely.

She reacted with hindsight. In the eyes of others, she was already a dead person! At this moment, she was alive and kicking. No wonder Leshan showed such a horrified expression. It was not easy to not **** her to the government.

She stepped back and gave a cowardly hum: "I am not a ghost, not what you think... Don't be afraid, um..."

Although he had been shocked when he came with the prince, he was still a little uncomfortable at this moment. "Then how can you?"

How can you come back from the dead, how can you come back to life?

Miaomiao scratched her cheek, her eyes rolled randomly, "I'll explain to you later! Can I go in now and take it away?" He pointed to the copper bowl in the corner. It was Miao Miao Sheng Fangwei. Ling's one.

Leshan slowly moved away, let her enter the house, "You...take it away."

Miaomiao yelled happily, thanked him with a smile, and took a look at it. Wei Ling was lying there, but she looked unhappy. Miaomiao hugged the copper bowl in her arms and stepped forward to thank him, "Then I will go back first!"

Leshan nodded, hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but stop her, "The prince treats you sincerely. I have never seen him care for a girl like this. You... don't hurt him."

Come on, I still think of her as a kind of monster. Miaomiao couldn't explain it clearly, and finally said discouragedly: "I'm really not..."

But no matter what she said, Leshan couldn't believe it. Why did the dead suddenly come back to life? If it's not a ghost, how can you explain it?

Even if he believed it, how should the palace believe it? The prince can protect her for a while, can he still be by her side all the time? What's more, because of her, the prince may not be able to hide his concealment for so many years. Recently, the prince was imprisoned for a full month, and the saint had a lot of dissatisfaction with him. The court seemed calm, but it was hidden and turbulent. The four kings should also act.

Coupled with the fact that the Queen Wei has been pressing hard in the past few days, I hope he will get married soon. Jiang Alan's marriage to the Four Kings can bring him many benefits, and even Jiang Taifu's old courtiers will stand on his side. But the prince did not know what to think, and repeatedly refused the queen's proposal, and even more politely alienated Jiang Alan.

Leshan followed him for a long time, and saw his deeds over the years. If he really abandons his great cause for a maid, it is really worthless.

He also thought that this maid was lively and likable, but since she hindered Yang Fu's progress, it was different.

Coming back from Leshan's room, Miaomiao kicked open the door, walked sideways into her room, and held the copper basin carefully on the round table.

She looked at Shang Wei Ling's eyes, knowing that he was in a bad mood at the moment, so she didn't bother him, and smiled with her eyes bent, "You have a good rest."

After turning around, she didn't know when Yang Fu appeared behind her. She opened her mouth slightly, and she was about to speak, but he took her breath away.

She turned her head to avoid, "Master...what's wrong with you?"

She was so confused by the kiss that she forgot that there was a carp beside her. Wei Ling looked at the two quietly, without emotion in her eyes, and turned around for a while.

The fish has no eyelids. When he doesn't want to look, he can't even close his eyes.

Yang Fu sat down holding her, "Why?"

A thoughtless sentence made Miaomiao bewildered, "What and why?"

Yang Fu continued to ask: "Why don't you like this king?"

Miao Miao, "I didn't say that...I mean, I don't like it as much as before."

It's not all the same, in Yang Fu's view, they are all unacceptable things.

The little girl had a delicate face, her subconscious movements made Yang Fu's eyes deeper, her eyes narrowed firmly on her, she wanted to cherish her well, and she wanted to bully her severely.

Miaomiao blinked and brushed his eyelashes on his face with a strange feeling. She struggled and explained half-truth: "Because I'm disappointed with the prince, you don't believe it, you only speak big words."

Yang Fu calmly said, "It's not because there are others?"

Miaomiao was puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Yang Fu pressed her cheek and said to himself: "That's good." As long as he doesn't like others, he still has a chance to recover.

He still doesn't know what happened in the days when Miaomiao disappeared...what did it have to do with Na Wei Ling. He just cared so much that for her, falling from the clouds to the mud, he was no longer the four kings high above.

Yang Fu hugged her, almost embedding her in his arms, without saying a word.

He was most worried about the past few days, when Miaomiao lived in other people. He dare not think, if one day she chooses Wei Ling, what should he do?

Fortunately, she was very dull.

His arms tightened and tightened, making Miaomiao out of breath, "Master, you make me sore, you let me go."

If Yang Fu hadn't heard of it, "You are not allowed to say anything like that in the future."

Miaomiao is struggling with his arm with all his strength, naturally he doesn't know what he is referring to, "What kind of words?"

Yang Fu whispered: "You don't like this king, don't want this king."

She used to show her admiration for him before and after, and even said that she liked him tirelessly. Now that she thinks about it, she misses that day very much.

Miaomiao chuckled, Yu Guang just caught a glimpse of the copper bowl on the table. She woke up suddenly, her face gradually reddening, until the back of her ears, "I see, let me go!"

She was actually in front of Wei Ling... Thinking that he had seen everything just now, Miaomiao felt ashamed. She broke away from Yang Fu's embrace and stood aside with her head down, looking like a kid who had done something wrong and admitted his mistake.

Yang Fu wanted to pull her into his arms, but she avoided it lightly.

Miaomiao didn't know why, but didn't want to make friends with Wei Ling in front of him. This kind of thing is looked at...Anyone would be ashamed.

Pretending to be busy, she took the copper bowl to the corner and placed it gently on the wooden shelf. "Wei Ling..."

Wei Ling hasn't moved, even if she doesn't even look at her, she must be angry.

Miaomiao opened and closed several times, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Does she want to explain to him? But why?

The little girl slumped her shoulders, her head drooping in a contemplative look, her delicate brows wrinkled into a pimple, how distressed it was.

She stood alone in the corner and muttered, Yang Fu frowned slightly: "Who are you talking to?"

Miaomiao quickly regained consciousness, turned her head and said with a guilty conscience: "It's nothing." She babbled and walked to Yang Fu, pushed him twice, and issued a deportation order, "I'm going to sleep, the prince will go back soon."

Without pushing for a long time, she puffed her cheeks and asked: "Why don't you leave?"

Yang Fu got up, his head was taller than her, causing her to slowly move from looking down to looking up, and her aura immediately missed a lot. He said unhurriedly, "This king said, I want to stay with you."

With Miaomiao's surprised gaze, Yan Yu walked towards the bed in the inner room, took off her shoes and socks slowly, and sat on her bed: "Not enough?"

Miaomiao had never seen him play a rogue, and was shocked, "You sleep in my bed, where do I sleep?"

There was a screen between the inner room and the outside, and Miaomiao couldn't see the scenery on both sides. At this moment, Miaomiao was a little lucky.

As soon as Yang Fu stretched out his hand, he took her into his arms and rubbed her little head with a smile, "Naturally sleep with the king."

Sleep together?

Miaomiao's head was bloodshot, her hands and feet were softened without any promise, and she quibbly quibbled: "Who, who wants to sleep with you?"

Yang Fu smiled and replied: "Of course it is you."

She blushed, and deliberately sang against him: "But... you are not afraid that I am a monster, do you breathe your spirit in the middle of the night?"

Leshan's words still echoed in her mind, and she was afraid that she would not forget it for a while.

Yang Fu hugged her on the bed and covered her with a bedding, "Who told you?"

Miaomiao answered honestly: "Brother Leshan."

Yang Fu didn't move for a while. She thought he believed it to be true, and she sat up and said: "He is for the sake of the prince, telling me not to harm you. But I am not a ghost at all, so how can I talk about harming others?"

After a pause, he muttered in a low voice: "I know it's hard to teach people to believe, even I am surprised."

Yang Fu naturally knew that she was not. He had never believed in strange powers.

But there are some things that I have to say clearly. Yang Fu straightened her shoulders and faced her face to face: "Then tell this king, what is going on?"

Miaomiao's eyes flickered, and he has not compiled a set of rhetoric, "It's what you see..."

Yang Fuzheng said: "This king wants to listen to the truth."

As soon as the room was quiet, she seemed to be frightened, her expression both resisting and sad, her eyelids drooping and her face aggrieved. Yang Fu suddenly regretted it, lowered his head and kissed her eyes, and softly coaxed again and again: "I didn't force you, Miaomiao. After returning to the mansion, the king always wants to explain to others."

Miaomiao thought for a while, half-truth and said: "Wei Ling rescued me. He went to find a medicine far away. He heard that the medicine has the effect of reviving the dead. Wei Ling really found it, feed me After eating it, I can come alive again..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, because she remembered the things Wei Ling had done for her. At this time, she couldn't ignore him.

Miaomiao firmed up what she thought in her heart, got up and pushed him: "Master, I'm finished, please go out...I, I don't want to sleep with you..."

She was embarrassed and didn't seem to be laughing at all. Yang Fu said nothing, "Miaomiao, how many times did you reject me today?"

Miaomiao didn’t want to count, so she pushed him out so hard that she didn’t even have the time to make him wear shoes. "I don’t know, the prince is going to sleep with Big Brother Leshan. You said that he lives with a man and a girl. Room, how does this work?"

That was what Yang Fu said when she was with Wei Ling before. Picking up a rock and hitting myself in the foot is what it feels like.

The Zhizhan door closed in front of him, and Yang Fu stood barefoot outside the door, feeling so embarrassed for the first time.