90 Days of Spring

This is the end of the matter, and there is probably no turning back.

When Yang Fu came back, she obviously felt that her mood was not right. When he came, he laughed at Yan Yan. Why did he become depressed all afternoon?

The villa is so big that Yang Fu was afraid that she could not find the way, so she might leave the yard without permission. Is it bored?

After eating, it was still early, Yang Fu got up and walked to the door, "Go out with this king."

Miaomiao swallowed a mouthful of clear dew, got up and followed, "Where to go?"

"Wander around," he said casually.

With a cry, Miaomiao followed him absently. Two rows of oleanders were planted at the entrance of Yu Yuxuan, the fragrance of flowers filled the human body. If you walk along the sheep intestine path, you can see the pavilion on the rockery in front, surrounded by green bamboos under the mountain, and gurgling streams. It is a good place with beautiful waters and mountains.

Stepping on the stone ladder to board the pavilion, suddenly felt a lot of vision. In the distance, the peaks are undulating, and there are ridges and ridges, and it is lush and green.

Miao Miao put up a pergola and looked into the distance, and said with emotion, "This place is so beautiful." You can also see the top of the mountain in the distance. The mist around the mountain is like a fairyland on earth.

It is when the sun sets, and the sun sets in the west, and a cloud is steaming. Half of the sun hung at the end of the mountain, sliding down little by little, alternating with night. Miao Miao was indeed suffocated. These days, she was either in Wutong Pavilion or Rongguangyuan. She couldn't go anywhere, her spirits were all lingering.

I was stimulated by this sight and reinfused with vitality, "Master, look at that tree so strange..."

She screamed and pointed it to Yang Fu. Turning his head to a sudden stop, Yang Fu didn't look at the scenery at all, but stared at him unsteadily, with a relaxed eyebrow and a smile in his eyes.

She couldn't resist this look the most, holding her face back two steps, "What do you want me to do?"

Yang Fu took off her hand, leaned over and pressed a kiss on her lips, "Are you hungry? I'll let the servant prepare something." She didn't move her chopsticks a few times during dinner, and almost lost her mind. The usual appetite, how can this amount of appetite be full.

He was really right, Miaomiao nodded, "Hungry."

The little girl is very good at this. She is more honest and uncomfortable than others. Yang Fu laughed silently and walked to the entrance of the stone stairs, ready to order the two Leshan guards below.

Before approaching, I heard a few ying and swallows from below, mixed with the sound of Leshan Leshui, which seemed to be dealing with it.

"Don't tell me a few girls, the four kings are enjoying the scenery in the pavilion. I am afraid it will be inconvenient..." Leshan meandered.

I don't know who covered his lips and chuckled lightly, "The Four Kings are on top? It just so happens that our girl Jiang is also here, isn't this arranged by God."

"This..." Leshan seemed embarrassed.

Someone agreed, "Who doesn't know in the capital, the four kings and Jiang's family are getting good, what are you guards doing?"

The words came into Yang Fu's ear with a sweet smile, crisp as a bell. Of course, Miaomiao who was standing at the back was not immune.

The girls underneath were still begging, and Leshan and Leshui couldn't help it. The two of them have never encountered such a posture, their foreheads are sweaty, and they look at each other, their faces are embarrassing.

They are half of the ministers' accompanying families, and because of the permission of the saints, they come here to have fun. Among them, there are a few good people who are good at talking, and it is even more amazing to get together, like a bird on a tree, chatting endlessly.

Jiang Alan stood beside a few people, with low eyebrows and a shy face, but he didn't say anything to refute.

While talking, suddenly heard a cold voice from the pavilion, "Good things are coming? This king never knows about such big things."

Everyone was shocked and looked up. There was a person standing at the entrance of the stairs, Ying stood up and back with the glow, and the brows were low, which made him displeased.

Across the height of dozens of steps, it seems that his posture is growing and stalwart. Roughly shocked by his majesty, the few girls who had just spoken suddenly fell silent. At this moment, as if pulling out their tongue, Nuonuo couldn't say: "Four, four kings..."

Yang Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Who said that just now?"

When the people underneath stiffened, they all bowed their heads, no one said anything.

He whispered: "This king doesn't want to hear these words out of nothing in the future."

Two girls couldn't help shivering. Just about to admit their mistakes, they saw someone beside them stand up and pleaded softly: "The prince calmed down, they were just a moment of confusion, and they were just talking jokes. All this happened because of Alan. If the prince wants to punish Alan alone."

Yang Fu looked at her calmly, and suddenly curled her lips, "The girl is the daughter of the Taifu, and she has read poetry and books. She should know what to say and what to say improperly."

Jiang Alan bit her lips in embarrassment, but he didn't expect that he would not even give her this little face.

She squeezed the food box in her hand and suddenly came up with an idea, and her cheeks burst into laughter, "It just so happens that there are cakes made by the sisters. If the prince does not dislike it, he can take it and enjoy it. The right is to apologize for you. Don't get angry."

The pastry was originally prepared by them to eat in the pavilion, but Tai Ban came from Jiang Alan. At this time, it was given to Yang Fu, part of which was selfish.

The box of dim sum was timely, and just now Miaomiao said that he was hungry. If I let the kitchen make it, I'm afraid it will take a while.

Yang Fu's eyes seemed to be thinking.

He leaned forward, intending to question Miaomiao, only to see her staring at her feet in a daze. Although she kept her original movements, she had already flown away for a few days without thinking about it. This girl was distracted.

Reluctantly, Yang Fu whispered, "Miaomiao."

Only then did Miaomiao suddenly let out a silly cry.

"Girl Ginger gave me pastries, do you want to eat it?"

She was still confused, "Give it to me?"

Yang Fu kneaded his eyebrows twice, sighed in frustration, annoyed and helpless at her.

When the girl underneath heard him talking to someone, she knew that there was more than four kings in the pavilion. But the tone he spoke to the man was gentle and pampering, completely different from when he faced them.

Who on earth can be so favored by the Four Kings?

They inevitably became curious, but Jiang Alan vaguely guessed who it was, and immediately sank his face and bit her lower lip unwillingly.

"Thank you girl for your kindness, this king has already used dinner." He simply made the decision for Miaomiao and declined her kindness.

Jiang Alan's hand holding the food box froze in the air, and he retracted it in the eyes of the sisters. Several people looked at each other suspiciously. Usually they made fun of the Four Kings and Jiang Alan. She didn't laugh, which was a acquiescence. She thought the relationship between the two was so close, but it was so alienated and stiff.

He met with another woman above, but she could only look at it from underneath. It was a luxury to look at it more.

Jiang Alan lowered his eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and I felt pity for her slender posture: "Alan also heard that the scenery here is good. It's a rare visit. I just want to see Luoxia Guyu with the sisters. I wonder if the lord can Complete..."

Yang Fu thought after a while and said: "If this is the case, it's okay."

Jiang Alan was surprised and delighted, "Thank you four kings."

She took her skirt up the steps and walked in front of the girls. The smile on her face had not faded, and she heard a voice from the top of her head: "Miaomiao, follow this king."

Jiang Alan smiled stiffly on her face, looked up, and saw Yang Fu walking ahead, followed by a little girl in apricot blouse, lowered her head to obediently go downstairs.

It was this face that she couldn't forget.

At this moment, Jiang Alan's pupils were about to split, and she stared at her figure motionlessly, until the person walked far away, she suddenly realized that her nails were pinched into the flesh.

"What's the matter just now? Who are the four queens following?"

"I haven't seen it either. Is the prince talking to her just now?"

"There is nothing outstanding in appearance..."

The surrounding voices were noisy, and Jiang Alan's face became ugly. She actually lost to the shameless maid, and the prince embarrassed her in front of everyone for her, and she couldn't swallow this breath.

Looking back, the figures of the two gradually moved away, followed by two attendants not far behind.

Yang Fu stopped and waited for her, stretched out his hand to hold her, and continued to move forward.

It wasn't until she walked far away from the pavilion that Miaomiao asked in hindsight, "Is that snack from Lady Jiang just now?"

Yang Fun said, he didn't want to bring up this topic again.

Miaomiao said meaningfully. With that said, how could the pastry be given to her, obviously it was given to the prince. She has no blessings.

But now her attention is not on this, but a little hard to tell.

Seeing that he was about to go back, Miaomiao stopped abruptly and squeezed Yang Fu's palm, "Master, shall we stop shopping?"

Yang Furao was interesting, "Where do you want to go?"

Miaomiao opened her lips several times before hesitating and said, "I heard that the villa is built on the hillside and beside the water. I just saw the mountains but not the water. Can the lord take me to see it?"

Yang Fu stared at her with black eyes, and asked for a while: "Do you want to see?"

Miaomiao buried his head lower, "Um...I want to go. The waterside scenery is good." The last sentence is a little bit overwhelming.

Yang Fu didn't say much, but temporarily changed his direction, "There is indeed a river behind the villa, with clear water and pleasant scenery."

He clenched Miaomiao's hand without a trace, and walked across the mountain corridor, along the winding path, to the back door of the villa. Miaomiao silently wrote down the road until Yang Fu opened the wooden door and saw the scene clearly before her eyes. Her eyes lit up as if she was in a paradise.

The river is wide, gurgling, and hitting the boulder with half-person-high waves. The riverside trees are overgrown with lush grasses, and the erythrina trees bloom with orange petals, which are so beautiful. Miao Miao couldn't help but walked two steps forward, and under the magnificent scenery, she seemed even smaller.

The water flows down the mountain and, as Wei Ling said, it can indeed flow into the canal.

Yang Fu asked with a smile: "I saw it now, but satisfied?"

Miaomiao nodded vigorously, "Satisfied."

The sun finally set, and the sky suddenly became darker. To avoid making him suspicious, Miaomiao didn't dare to stay longer, and dragged him back, "I won't see the way back when it's late, Lord, let's go back soon."

Yang Fu let her lead and walked back to Yu Yuxuan.

In the early morning of the next day, there was someone outside who wanted to see the Four Kings before dawn. Leshan said it was Jiang Taifu and several ministers.

Yang Fu didn't wake up Miaomiao when he got up. He finished putting on his clothes and looked at the little girl who was still sleeping on the bed. His black pupils were deep and he walked out of the room slowly.

In fact, Miaomiao woke up when someone came to spread the word. He just didn't open his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After Yang Fu left for a while, she slowly sat up from the bed and stared at the door in a daze.

Yesterday she lied to Yang Fu to take herself to the back door of the villa because she could not find the way by herself. If she left with Wei Ling tonight, would he notice anything?

At noon, Yang Fu returned to the courtyard for lunch. Miaomiao was as tired of his acting like a coquettish as before. In the end, she wrapped Yang Fu so hard that she could not bear it, holding her wrists, and leaning close to threaten me in a low voice, "Miaomiao, I think you are tempting me."

Miaomiao grinned, "Isn't it."

Because Yang Fu still had something to do this afternoon, she was certain that he would not do anything to her.

Sure enough, Yang Fu touched her lips, branded a tight kiss, and took a bite in her ear: "More and more presumptuous."

Miaomiao liked him being angry and helpless at the same time, but it was a pity that he could only see it for the last time.

After Yang Fu left in the afternoon, she sat on the couch. Perhaps she had been sitting for a long time. She suddenly got up and her legs softened and staggered to the ground. Knee hurts. She simply sits on the ground and rubs it. She takes out a bleeding stone and talks to Wei Ling: "Wei Ling?"

Although the bloodstone started to get hot, Wei Ling's voice was not heard for a long time.

Miaomiao called again, but no one responded.

"Strange." She muttered to herself, and asked close to her lips: "You told me to wait for you by the river, then when would you go?"

There was silence over there, and there was no sound.

Miaomiao squeezed her calf, until she could stand up again, she stood firmly on the table and chair.

Wei Ling didn't answer her, where did he go? It stands to reason that he should also be in the villa, but Miaomiao couldn't get in touch with him. I called him several times with bloodstones in the afternoon, but it was still useless.

Around the evening, Miaomiao casually used an excuse to distract the maid, pretending to take a nap indoors, and actually quietly left Yu Yuxuan. She carried nothing on her body, only the Pisces jade pendant Yang Fu gave her. This may be her only thought in the years to come.

Avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, she came to the back door of the villa, opened the door gently and walked out. Here is the same as when I came yesterday, the scenery is beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Miaomiao looked around, but she really couldn't see Wei Ling. She called with the bloodstone several times, but Wei Ling still didn't get a response.

Finally she waited impatiently, and Wei Ling's slightly gasping voice came: "I'll be there later, you dive into the water first, and don't come out no matter what sound you hear. If it's an hour and I haven't arrived yet, you go first. Leave."

Miaomiao heard that his voice was wrong, "Where are you, what's wrong with you?"

Then there was no sound anymore.

After hearing Wei Ling's words, she jumped into the water, her pink skirt flying up, and suddenly sinking into the water, opening a splendid arc on the surface of the water. The pink skirt gradually disappeared under the water, only the swaying ripples spread in circles, spreading to the river bank, wet the weeds on the bank.

Miaomiao hid under the water, watching her body change little by little, her legs gradually closed, and her smooth skin slowly grew silvery white scales. It's a little bit, she couldn't help scratching it. In the end, it became a long and slender fish tail, which turned around in the water and swayed flexibly.

After waiting for half an hour, Miaomiao couldn't avoid seeing Wei Ling coming.

Will something happen to him... She didn't expect that he escaped from the palace, it must not be that easy! What if she is caught by the royal family? She is like this, and it is even more impossible to save him.

The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. When he was hesitating, he suddenly heard footsteps from the shore. Across a layer of light and permeable water, she seemed to see the transparent red light of the bloodstone. She was overjoyed and went upstream towards the water without thinking.

"Wei Ling, you are finally here!"

She broke through the water and came out, slowly revealing a clean and flawless face, her watery eyes were clear, and her long hair like algae spread out behind her, wrapping her ice muscle and snow skin.

Drops of water hung on the slender eyelashes, blinking slightly, sliding down the greasy neck along the cheeks, and into the river.

The beautiful eyes are lifted, the crisp cheeks are smooth and clean, and the garden is full of erythrina flowers. After seeing the people on the shore, she paled and forgot to move.

No one else was on the shore, but Yang Fu in an indigo robe. He stared at her deeply, his pupils shrunk, and the blackness was like a deep pool, invisible.

His palms were folded into fists in his sleeves, not without shock.