90 Days of Spring

"What did you say?" he asked softly, seemingly coaxing.

Miaomiao settled down, and even more firmly believed in her heart, "I want to stay here to take care of Wei Ling."

Yang Fu stepped forward, "He is a prisoner, do you want to be the same as him?"

As soon as he moved, the guards in the courtyard unsheathed one after another, and the blades reflected the gloomy light under the sun, making people shudder. Miaomiao stepped back subconsciously, and guarded Wei Ling, "Why did the prince convict him like this? What did Wei Ling stole from the villa? If you really want to say that, it is the prince that you took his things first."

Yang Fu stopped, speechless for a while, staring at her with dark eyes like a deep pool, "He has repeatedly trespassed into the palace and disturbed the order in the palace. Isn't it enough to convict him?"

Miaomiao swept across a dozen guards, and resolutely said: "If you can stay, please convict me too."

Yang Fu's pupils shrank and asked for a long time, "Is this true?"

She said: "Really."

"Naughty." Wei Ling twisted her eyebrows disapprovingly after she said this, "Liu Shui, I don't need you to stay, you go back."

Miaomiao was very embarrassed, "But how can I leave you..."

Besides, he is still wounded because of her injuries. Before Wei Ling was so powerful, and rarely injured, he has been continuously injured since she tried to come ashore on her own. At this time, how can she bear to leave... She is really angry, thinking that Yang Fu is not close to humanity, and Wei Ling is her only relative. Is he going to kill him?

How could he be so cruel?

Wei Ling stretched out her hand to push her, trying to send her to the door, "Go back, when I heal, I have a solution." This sentence was so light that only the two of them heard.

Miaomiao staggered two steps, holding the Zhilinmen door unwilling to go, "What if you don't get well... What if, they treat you again..."

Wei Ling chuckled, "How can there be so many cases."

"No!" Miaomiao played a rogue, just standing still, "I won't go, I will leave when you get better."

She was really disobedient, and Wei Ling didn't want to involve her. She was originally stupid, but now she is even more stubborn. He frowned boredly, not knowing what to do with her.

The two stood in a stalemate, allowing the people outside to get a gap.

Yang Fu raised his face and gave an order, "Take down the people in the house."

Several guards from the door moved together, the two restrained Miaomiao, while the others faced Wei Ling and put their swords on his neck. They acted rudely, catching Wei Ling from left to right, causing the wound on his shoulder to open again, and Miaomiao could even see the blood leaking from their palms.

She kept struggling, "You let him go, don't move him!"

It was probably because she was too excited, which really made her break free. The two guards were about to catch her again, but Yang Fu stopped them with a single look and stood still.

Miaomiao pushed away the guard holding the sword, like an angry little hen guarding Wei Ling, "Don't touch him..."

The guards looked at each other, and because of the presence of the four kings, it was not easy to act rashly.

Yang Fu stood outside the door, separated by a threshold, his silhouette blurred, "Miaomiao, do you really want to stay?"

Miaomiao was really driven to a dead end. There was an abyss before and after. She could only choose the side of the lighter fall, "I beg you, Lord, please."

She said please, beg him to fulfill. She begged him in such a low voice for the other person, as if eating meat on his heart.

"Okay." Yang Fu closed his eyes, "This king promises you to let you stay in the villa."

Miaomiao lowered her head, her heart suffocated, her goal was achieved, but she was not happy at all.

Yang Fu mutely said, "The villa is heavily guarded and no idlers are left. If you stay, you can only live here." He walked out, his voice gradually drifting away, "When did you figure it out, and when will you go back? ."

A dozen guards were as silent as when they came. They disappeared at the gate of the courtyard, their figures getting farther and farther, and then disappeared at the end of the path.

Miaomiao retracted her gaze, turned around and sat down with Wei Ling, "How are you, does the wound hurt?"

Wei Ling said silently, "Why stay?"

Miaomiao was flabbergasted, wondering what he meant.

He raised his eyes, with a seriousness he had never done before, his sword eyebrows lowered slightly, "Why is it different from Yang Fu returning to Beijing? Don't you want to be with him? Why are you staying because of me?"

Miaomiao opened her mouth and stared at him blankly.

It's just a little bit, the fuzzy layer of paper bursts with a poke, ready to come out. She panicked suddenly, and quickly withdrew the thought, "Is it necessary to ask? Because you are injured and need my care."

Wei Ling stared at her deeply, the brilliance in her eyes gradually dimmed, and she laughed at herself, "I don't need your care."

Miao Miao pursed her lips, "Then I am leaving now?"

She took out Jinyu and put it on the table, "You take the medicine three times a day, and you will be cured within ten days." Yan Fu walked towards the door deliberately.

Wei Ling lowered her eyelids, the skirt swayed in her eyes, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed her, "..."

After repeating a sentence for a long time, he finally said aloud.

"Don't go."

Even if he is destined to not get it, at least this time, let him enjoy a moment of tenderness.

There are some places in Chengming Mountain Villa that have not yet been built, and there are often helpers going back and forth in the Villa. Naturally, the cooks will entertain them. After a meal, there are no more than a hundred steamed buns, a big pot of broth, and dozens of side dishes.

Miao Miao became familiar with the cook, and because of his sweet mouth, the cook would always leave her a few steamed buns, two bowls of soup and two dishes. She and Wei Ling lived in the Tongyuan and accompanied him every day to recover from his injuries. Three or five days passed quickly.

There are two rooms in the courtyard that can barely live in. Miaomiao cleaned up the place and dried the moldy mattress. It was still warm at night. The only thing that is not good is that Jin Yusan is running out, and Wei Ling's injury has not yet healed. She worries about this all afternoon. When she came to the villa, someone gave it to Yang Fu, and Yang Fu let her take it with her. It worked well, but she didn't know what to do when she ran out.

When Wei Ling walked out of the room, she saw her sitting on the steps with her cheek supported, staring at the door in a daze.

He stagnated, "Liu Shui."

Miaomiao turned her head, her eyebrows slightly bent, "Are you awake?"

He nodded and stood next to her two steps forward, "When are you going to return home?"

Miaomiao did not answer and asked, "Is your injury all right?"

Wei Ling lowered her head and could only see the black top of her head, "It's coming."

"Then wait." She hummed, subconsciously evading the question.

She couldn't forget the disappointment in Yang Fu's eyes when she left that day. I've been lingering in my head for the past few days and can't kill it.

She broke his heart, there is no doubt about that. But in that situation, how could she leave Wei Ling and return to Beijing with him...

Miaomiao's thoughts were disturbed, and she pulled down on the ground two times in annoyance. When she stood up again, she felt that her legs were stiff and could not move at all. She almost fell into the ground. Fortunately, Wei Ling helped her steady in time, "What's the matter?"

The feeling was fleeting, Miao Miao moved her left leg again, nothing unusual, she wondered: "Maybe it's because of sitting for too long and her leg is numb."

Seeing that she was fine, Wei Ling released her hand and said, "Be careful."

Miaomiao said, "Have you been on medicine?"

The medicine was three times a day, and now he was able to apply it by himself, so he didn't need Miaomiao's help. Wei Ling said, "I just got up and went on it."

She screamed, she didn't say her worries, thinking that there are many guards in the villa, it is inevitable that when she is injured, she will exchange pearls. Someone should be willing to give them?

However, I never thought that when I got up the next morning, there was a bottle of wound medicine on the bedside table. Miaomiao looked curiously, how did this thing appear? Someone came into her room last night?

Suffering and wondering, she handed the bottle of medicine to Wei Ling honestly, "Look, what is the difference between this medicine and Jin Yusan?"

Wei Ling put it on the end of her nose and sniffed, and poured some more in her palm, "They are all medicines for treating trauma, but this bottle is more precious than gold."

Miaomiao thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out who had sent such a bottle of medicine.

"Where did you come from?" Wei Ling asked.

She suddenly said, "I picked it up in the house."

Wei Ling raised her eyebrows, "I picked it up?"

Miaomiao nodded repeatedly, "I don't know who left it. If it works, you just kept the medicine."

Wei Ling held it in her hand and looked closely until she saw the bottom of the bottle clearly, her face stern.

"What's the matter?" Miao Miao leaned his head.

He put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve and stood up and said: "It's nothing, I accept it."

Miaomiao looked at him from behind, her sullen eyes seemed to understand.

Since Chengming Villa and his entourage, the Palace of Four Kings has been enveloped in a haze. The servants underneath knew that the four kings were in a bad mood, and they acted a little bit more carefully than before, so as not to make any mistakes and touch the prince.

However, after five days, there was no improvement. The people underneath are trembling and panic.

In the past few days, Yang Fu often went to Wutong Pavilion, staying for half an hour, sometimes or longer. The flat peach tree planted not long ago has survived, and the branches and leaves are much more luxuriant. He took care of it himself when Miaomiao was away.

Today he stopped pouring the water, handed the hanging pot to Leshan, and asked casually, "How is Chengming Villa?"

Leshan said truthfully: "Everything is arranged according to the prince's instructions."

He nodded thoughtfully, stood with his hand in his hand, and looked at the peach tree in front of him, "If she needs anything more, please tell this king at any time."

Leshan said: "Yes."

In fact, he couldn't understand in his heart that since the prince was reluctant to bear her, he should have brought it back with him. Why bother listening to her news every day, and then taking care of her. Worried about her being hungry, he ordered the cook to prepare special meals for her; knowing that she ran out of medicine, he ordered someone to deliver it that night...

What else?

Oh, the people in the villa also specially ordered it. In order to let her live comfortably, the four kings ordered the family to go up and down to open and close her eyes, not to trouble her. Follow her if you need anything.

Since the affection is so deep, what if she is a shark? Raising in the house, it’s better not to let people know, it’s better than suffering from lovesickness every day.

After standing for half an hour, Yang Fu walked away, "Can there be any movement with the prince?"

Leshan replied: "The prince did not move, but the Six Kings frequently went to and from the palace, and asked Queen Wei for peace almost every day."

Yang Fu paused, "Sixth brother?"

He didn't have a deep friendship with several brothers, nor did he have friendship with the Six Kings. The Six King Yang Qin was loved by Queen Wei, and he was able to speak well and gave birth to a seven-orifice exquisite heart. Compared to the prince, he should not be underestimated.

Leshan nodded, and while he was talking, he saw a person walking in front of him, Le Shui who was staying in the main hall.

"The prince...there is someone in the palace." He walked to the front, respectfully saluting, with a solemn expression, "Please come to the palace, I heard... Jiang Taifu is also there."

Yang Fu's face was stern, and he naturally understood the deep meaning.

I specially invited him to the palace and in front of Taifu Jiang. What can be the matter?