90 Days of Spring

The room was calm again. Because the mullion door opened and closed, the cold wind blew in from the supporting window, and it penetrated into the skin. It was so cold that Miaomiao shivered. She ran to the window and closed the window and looked at it inadvertently. The copper bowl on the wooden frame of the eye.

Remembering that Wei Ling hadn't changed her dressing today, Miaomiao took the medicinal material, crushed it with the nianzi, applied it on gauze, and then wrapped it around his belly. He should have fallen asleep and let Miaomiao swing quietly.

The medicine prescribed by that young man still has some uses. Wei Ling's wound has been getting better and is gradually healing. I believe it will be healed after a long time. It's just that Miao Miao retracted her hand and sighed softly without knowing when she would change back into a human form.

Although she wanted to return to Yang Fu, she couldn't leave Wei Ling behind.

After thinking about the copper bowl alone for a long time, Miaomiao straightened his thoughts and went to bed in the room. The bed still seemed to have the scent of Langui. She got into the bedding and fell asleep in a daze for a long time.

As soon as the days turn into February, it gets hot day by day. The weather is clear in the morning, and it will be hot at noon, the sun is shining on the body warmly, and it is hot to the heart.

Miaomiao slept three poles in the day, and turned over and over in bed, but refused to get up. The sun shines through the veil and splashes on her body, making her bones so warm. She hugged the soft pillow and groaned, and lay on the bed for a little while without opening her eyelids.

The door was pushed open, and soon she was picked up by a pair of arms, "What time is it, can't you get up?"

Upon hearing this sound, Miao Miao opened her eyes screaming, and then flinched back, "How did the prince come in?"

Yang Fu watched her movements with no expression on his face, "I walked in."

What kind of answer is this? Could it be that she didn't even fly in... Miaomiao narrowed her mouth in dissatisfaction, she hid under the quilt, her clothes were disheveled and she didn't want him to see it. "Then what does the prince do?"

Yang Fu took the medicine bowl on the side. It was obviously freshly fried, and he was still braving the heat, "You have not recovered from the cold. You need to drink the medicine on time every day."

Miaomiao doesn't like to drink medicine the most. Since becoming a human being, Miao Miao has taken a lot of times. "I feel better already, no need to drink!"

If Yang Fu didn't hear it, he took a spoonful and blew it, and put it to her mouth, "You have to drink it when you are ready."

Miaomiao suddenly lost his confidence in a tone that was not negotiable. In fact, she was still a little dizzy, just to make an excuse not to drink the medicine. Staring at the dark spoonful of concoction in front of him, Miaomiao reached out to take it, "I'll do it myself..."

Yang Fu didn't move, "Sit down."

The majesty of the prince should not be underestimated. With a calm look, he made Miaomiao's movements froze and obediently opened his mouth to let him feed the medicine.

The concoction that reached her mouth was both bitter and astringent, and she frowned in disgust. It was hard to imagine that human beings would have to drink it to heal from illness. They had never been ill when they were underwater before.

A bowl of medicine drank slowly, and it took a stick of incense to drink it. Yang Fu wiped the corners of her mouth with the silk handkerchief, "When will you return home?"

Miaomiao was so bitter that she evaded the question, "I want to eat winter melon candied fruit."

She saw the candied fruit on the table at a glance, but her hand was too short to reach, and she was about to lean over to get it, but was intercepted by Yang Fu in midair.

"How is today?" Yang Fu stood in front of her, holding her Yingrunhao's wrist, her dark pupils smiled faintly.

Miaomiao let out a frustrated cry, it was too uncomfortable to see that it was too hard to eat, "So bitter..."

She woke up and was given a bowl of medicine by him, her lips were delicate and moisturized, her small fan-like eyelashes trembled, and her water eyes were like two sparkling clear springs, clear and moving.

Seeing her anxious, Yang Fu lightly kissed her on the head, picked up the celadon plate with candied fruit, and asked gently, "Miaomiao, what do you think?"

Miaomiao understands it, he is threatening her!

He immediately raised his head and angrily faced his dark eyes, "I don't want it."

After he opened the quilt, he wanted to get out of bed, poured himself a glass of water at the table, and drank it. After the tea was left overnight, it was already cold. To dilute the bitter taste in her mouth, she poured another cup for herself. Yang Fu stopped him when he toasted and drank again. He put his slender and strong palm on her forearm, and Miaomiao tilted his head. Just about to ask, he was stuffed into a sweet candied fruit.

The sweetness spread to the whole mouth, and Miaomiao's cheeks gradually became flushed, "Lord, don't always be like this... I will come by myself."

Yang Fu didn't respond, went to the door and told Leshan to boil hot water and bring it up, and ordered a few more breakfasts. He knew she could do everything, but when faced with her, he couldn't help taking care of her.

It was breakfast, but lunch was not an exaggeration. She really slept well.

Miaomiao was indeed a little hungry. After bringing it to the table as early as possible, she resisted the hunger, took a piece of lotus root powder osmanthus sugar cake to the wooden shelf, broke it into pieces and fed them to Wei Ling.

He finished eating in a while, and Miaomiao returned to the round table and sat down to eat breakfast in silence. In any case, you can't get through with your stomach.

This is the first time she has eaten tofu skin buns. The stuffing inside is delicious and delicious. There are chicken cloves and shrimps, fresh and delicious. In the past, Miaomiao liked to eat steamed buns. At this moment, even after eating most of the plate, she still didn't know how to use the chopsticks. She was stopped by Yang Fumian unchanged.

Miaomiao glanced unwillingly. She felt that her stomach was still very empty. It would be no problem to eat another dish. But since Yang had spoken again, and had the dish of buns removed, she could only give up: "Oh."

Even eating can't make people happy, why the prince treats her so mean...

But after drinking a bowl of porridge with lily lotus seeds and red dates, her belly was almost full. Just about to get up, I just listened to Yang Fu asking: "Today is the Flower Festival, do you want to go out with this king?"

Miaomiao stopped, his eyes rolled steadily, obviously heartbeat.

She had never heard of the Hua Chao Festival, the name seemed very interesting. But thinking of Wei Ling, she shook her head firmly, took another piece of creamy pine cones on the table to the wooden stand, crushed the pastry into the palm of her hand, and held it in the water to feed him something, "I Not going, I want to stay and take care of him."

Yang Fu moved slightly, "Really not going?"

Miaomiao still shook his head, "What can I do after I go?"

It would be better for her to stay at the inn. Wei Ling is now injured and has no ability to protect herself. What if she is stolen to stew the fish soup? She couldn't let Wei Ling suffer any more accidents.

Yang Fu Ning looked at her, "Going out to enjoy the red offering to the gods."

"Memorial to the gods?" Miaomiao paused, and became serious. "Isn't it true that after worshipping the gods, you can realize your wishes?"

Yang Fu smiled and nodded, "Yes."

In fact, the Huachao Festival is a festival for girls. They will take advantage of this day to cut ribbons, worship the **** of flowers, and swim in spring. Burning incense at the Flower Temple is mainly for praying for the blessing of the Flower God and the luxuriant flowers.

Miaomiao thought that he could burn incense and pray for people just like worshiping Buddha. She just had a wish now, that was to let Wei Ling recover soon and heal from her pain.

She bit her lower lip and hesitated, "I want to go to the temple..."

Yang Fu stood up, "I let Leshan prepare."

Miaomiao grabbed his sleeve and pointed to the copper bowl, "Well, Wei Ling... where is the fish?"

Yang Fu saw through her thoughts and touched her hair comfortably, "Don't worry, this king will let Leshan take care of him."

Miao Miao said, "Don't Leshan go with the prince?"

He shook his head, "There are only two of us."

Despite what he said, Miaomiao still couldn't rest assured. Leshan had doubts about her at first, would he even suspect Wei Ling?

The coach had already been prepared outside the inn, and only waited for them to arrive before leaving.

She stood at the entrance of the inn with the copper bowl in her arms, in a posture of reluctance to let go. She raised her head and asked Yang Fu, "Can't you take him too?"

Yang Fu said lightly: "No."

"but……"

She still wants to struggle, but has been picked up by Leshan, "Don't worry, the girl, this fish is injured and not suitable for bumps on the road. The prince has ordered someone to find a doctor for it, and he will be treated when it arrives."

Xu was what Yang Fu had told him, Leshan saw that her eyes had returned to normal, no more temptation.

Miaomiao's eyes lighted instantly, "Really? Then I won't go anymore, I will accompany him to see the doctor!"

But in a blink of an eye, it became difficult again, "Then who will offer incense to the Buddha..." This kind of thing must be done personally, and sincere is the spirit. If it weren't for her to go, how could the Buddha hear her prayer?

At the moment when she hesitated, Yang Fu grabbed her waist and grabbed the carriage and "started." He said to the coachman.

Miaomiao's feet suddenly vacated, and she fought in fear for a while, and when she recovered, the chariot had already gone far. She poked her head out of the car window and saw that Leshan was still there, holding a copper bowl in her hand with a serious face.

She rushed to the back anxiously and shouted: "Brother Leshan, you must help me take care of him! I will be back soon!"

Yang Fu looked sideways, and could only see the back of her head compressed.

There were many carriages on the street, all of them drove out of the city, taking away a faint scent of fragrance. The Thai half in the carriages were all girls. There is a flower temple outside the city, and there are rumors that if you worship the flower **** on the flower court festival, you can get a good marriage, and the husband and wife will reconcile in the future and love the white head.

After receiving Leshan's assurance, Miaomiao finally felt relieved and kept urging the driver to be faster. Go to the temple earlier so that she can go back earlier.

The chariot was originally going to the Flower Temple. On the way, Yang Fu said, "Go to Dongwu Temple in Huailing."

He knew Miaomiao’s purpose. He came out just to worship the Flower God. Who did he pray for? That person didn’t want to know... He closed his eyes, and the Flower Temple could only pray for the luxuriant flowers and trees, which was useless. If you want to pray for others, you still have to go to Soochow Temple.

Miaomiao wondered: "Is the Buddha of Dongwu Temple very effective?"

Yang Fu didn't open his eyes, "Yeah."

He was driven out by Miaomiao last night. He planned to open another guest room, but when the room was full, he had to go to Leshan's room. Leshan voluntarily gave up the bed and will stay overnight outside. Rao was so, Yang Fu still couldn't sleep while lying on the bed, thinking about a lot of things, the court, Miaomiao, came one after another.

After hearing this, she bent her eyes and smiled, "Then go to Dongwu Temple."

It took about half an hour for the chariots to slowly come to the foot of Huailing in the west of the city. The temple was halfway up the mountain, and a path was opened in the mountains for chariots to pass. I thought that most people would go to the Flower Temple today during the Hua Dynasty Festival. Unexpectedly, many people would come here to go for a walk.

Many cars have been parked outside the temple one after another, which is unprecedented. Tai is half a girl's house, and a burst of rouge powder smells over his face. Yang Fu frowned without a trace. He doesn't like the rich fragrance. In contrast, the dewy fragrance on Miaomiao's body is more refreshing. .

There is an open space outside the temple, where many girls are playing butterfly games, and there are a few crisp laughs from time to time.

The temple, which is usually dignified and solemn, is now alive. Miaomiao got off the wheel of the car, without the time to appreciate the surrounding scenery, and came to the gate of the temple. He looked up for a while, and was about to walk in. Suddenly thinking of Yang Fu, he leaned forward and called out: "Wang..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw a car parked next to him, and the curtain slowly came down one person, making her silent.

Jiang Alan was wearing a rouge-colored four-season floral-printed big-sleeved shirt, supported by a maid, and stepped out of the carriage. The weak, boneless and pitiful style was eye-catching.

She apparently saw Yang Fu too, she was surprised at first, then curled her lips and smiled, "Unexpectedly, the prince would be here."

Yang Fu's gaze kept falling on Miaomiao, not paying attention to her arrival, until she spoke out, he followed the sound.

His eyes darkened, he could not see the ups and downs of emotions, and only slightly nodded: "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Alan paused for a moment, reluctant to leave, "The prince... is also here to serve incense?"

"No." Yang Fu looked forward, Junyi's face was facing the sun, and instantly became soft and hazy, "This king is with me."