90 Days of Spring

In front of the Qingxi Hall, Leshan and Leshui stayed outside the palace and waited. Yang Fuju stepped into the palace and glanced at the waiting Jiang Taifu. Two people sit on the beautiful couch in the front, at the ends of Zhuqi Luotian's small table. The saint sits casually with a leisurely posture. Empress Wei got up to add tea to her, smiling with a smile, and a sense of harmony.

The maidservant came to the front and told him, "The saint, the empress, the four kings are here."

The two of them looked to him, and Empress Wei smiled and waved, "Qi Han is here, come here soon. I haven't seen it for a few days, and I don't know whether to enter the palace and see Aye."

The saint didn't say anything, only showing kindness.

Yang Fu took a few steps forward and bowed and bowed to salute, "The child minister only came back from Chengming Mountain Villa recently, and he didn't have time to enter the palace to see Aye and Ama. It was a bad child."

"You child..." Empress Wei sighed and motioned to the maidservant to give him a seat, "Ama can really blame you for not being able to do it, just miss you, you, Aye, have the same thoughts as mine, and I hope you will be more involved. A few trips to the palace. Your sixth brother only came yesterday, and he said that he hadn't seen you for a long time. You brothers, you have to keep in touch."

Yang Fu said in a deep voice, "It's hard for you. Qi Han will often enter the palace to accompany you in the future."

Queen Wei covered her lips and smiled, "You should indeed come to the palace more in the future." As the pilgrim took a look, she sat on the embroidered Danfeng Chaoyang mattress, "I just discussed with the sage, and it happened that Jiang Taifu was also there. , I was thinking that you and Alan had also met a few times, so it's better to take advantage of these few days to book your marriage."

Taifu Jiang was named, and the four kings of the previous dynasty gave a gift. "The four kings have learned a lot since they were young, and they are outstanding people. They are the Jiang family."

Sure enough, because of this, Yang Fu frowned and sat up from his chair, "Shu Erchen can't agree to this marriage."

Queen Wei was surprised, "Why?"

He was tight-lipped, "Qi Han has no intention of Miss Jiang, so she must not miss her for life."

Queen Wei was anxious, "What do you like about this unintentional and other disapproval? I look at Alan very well, knowledgeable, gentle and sensible, and suitable for your temperament."

Looking at Yang Fu again, he still looked determined as if he hadn't heard it, and Empress Wei was really annoyed.

His age is not too young. The three elder brothers and the five kings and six kings above him, even if they did not marry a wife, also added a few concubines and had several children under his knees. He is the only one who still doesn't have a woman in twenty five. Is this normal?

Today, I want to point out a marriage for him, but he still pushes three and four things. Does this kid plan to be alone for the rest of his life?

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and the maidservant stood aside with a tea tray, not knowing whether he was going forward or retreating for a while. However, the faces of Queen Wei and the saint were not very good. Several people stood aside, watching their noses and noses, without making any sound.

The saint dialed the tea in the small cover clock, saying, "Do you still read that maid?"

At the sound of the sound, Queen Wei was shocked and looked down, "Qi Han, is what the saint said is true?"

Yang Fu didn't change his face, lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, making a loud voice: "Qi Han refuses to marry Lady Jiang."

"Presumptuous!" The saint splashed the sky and furious. He swung his sleeves and swung the tea to the ground. The porcelain cracked. "You can't make this matter. The marriage is settled."

The hot tea was lying on the back of Yang Fu's hand, but he did not even frown. He could not afford to kneel for a long time, and still said: "Qi Han will not marry Girl Jiang, please take the saint back and die."

The sage walked away, "I said nothing, you gave up this thought as soon as possible."

Empress Wei sent away the saint and Jiang Taifu, and returned to the hall. Seeing him kneeling motionless, her eyes were red. This child was not brought up by her, and she couldn't figure out what she thought, but she didn't know how stubborn temper was.

Is there anything wrong with Jiang Alan, why can't it get into his eyes?

She asked the maidservant to mix him up, but she silently refused to think about him, insisting on kneeling here.

"Pray for the saint to take back his will, if not, Qi Han will kneel here."

Queen Wei was angry and distressed, "What is your picture? You Aye is gone, he can still see you kneeling down?"

However useless, he hung his head slightly, clenched his fists, and pressed his thin lips into a line, trying to resist to the end.

From morning to evening, until night fell, Yang Fu always maintained this posture, not even changed.

During the period, Emperor Wei came back several times, every time he couldn't help but conceal his tears, and tried to persuade him with all his heart, but he remained indifferent. Even the child feels softened, and wonders whether he really did something wrong, why bother to push the child into such a situation?

However, when he spread the word to the sage, the sage did not move. "If you like to kneel, let him kneel. I want to see how strong he can be."

In a word, the four kings knelt for three days in the Qingxi Hall. During this period, the water did not touch, the rice did not enter, and they passed out abruptly.

Queen Wei was completely softened, even if she didn't get married, she couldn't toss her body down. He was ordered to call in an imperial doctor, and he lay down in front of the Fourth King’s couch, crying, and felt that he had harmed him.

"Is it really as you said, you still have that maid in your heart... If people are still okay, but everyone is dead, what are you thinking about..." Her eyes were swollen like nuclei, no longer normal Dignified posture.

The saint heard that he was in a coma, so he only came to see him, and left after a short while, with no plan to withdraw his will.

Yang Fu didn't close his eyes for three days, and slept for three to five hours. When he woke up, it was already late at night. With a slight movement, his legs hurt like a heart.

He asked Leshan and Leshui to prepare for the chariot to return to the mansion, ordered someone to leave a message for Queen Wei, and went out of the palace gate before dawn and returned to the palace.

The doctor invited a doctor for treatment, and he specifically told him not to get out of bed for the next ten days. His legs were congested and he needed to be massaged and kneaded from time to time so that he would not leave any sequelae. In addition, several medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis were prescribed for internal and external use.

After sending her doctor away, Le Shui thought for a while and asked, "Master, can you tell Ms. Miaomiao, please return to Beijing as soon as possible?"

Yang Fu closed his eyes, rather tired, "No need."

He wanted to see when she would come back. What's more, he just didn't want to let her know about the marriage gift.

Le Shui stagnated, nodded and retreated.

The Four Kings have never liked being close to others. Recently, they have no choice but to ask a doctor to go to the house for massage and medicine every day. As the day passed, the faces of the four kings became more and more ugly, and the people underneath knew well but had no other way, so they had to act more cautiously.

Miaomiao has always been restless these few days, and she is absent-minded in everything, even Wei Ling has noticed her abnormality.

The injury on his body is almost healed, leaving Chengming Villa is no problem. Watching her knock the barrel over to the ground for the third time, Wei Ling stepped forward to hold on to the rope and walked to the well to hit a bucket of water neatly, "I will leave tomorrow."

Miaomiao was staring sadly at the splattered toe cap, and raised his head when he heard the words, "Where are you going?"

Wei Ling didn't care to pull her lips, "Go back to the palace of the palace."

The fallen leaves return to their roots, where they come from, and where they go back.

Miaomiao kept silent.

He said again: "Now that the four kings know your identity, since he is not afraid of you, you can rest assured to be with him. As for thirty days later, I will think of another way."

Speaking of walking by her, Miaomiao quickly grabbed his wrist, "Wei Ling, don't help me anymore... I think to myself, every time you help me, I get hurt, and I don't want to see you hurt again. "

Wei Ling stopped, her eyes fell on her hand, and she thought for a while and said, "This is my voluntary."

Miaomiao was speechless for a while, "But..."

He leaned over, met her stunned eyes, and smiled suddenly, "Liu Shui, I am willing."

There was a smile on Qingjun's face, and the whole courtyard was still on his back, softly and slightly sprinkled on his face, which was warmer than the spring. Miaomiao stared blankly for a while, and opened her mouth dumbly.

Wei Ling released a hand and patted her on the head, then turned and walked into the house.

Miaomiao still froze in place, reminiscing about his smile. In the past, Wei Ling would only sneer at her. How could she laugh so openly? It was a miracle.

The next day Wei Ling left very smoothly. She thought that the villa was guarded by guards and it should not be easy. Unexpectedly, she left the villa with ease as if he was in and out of no one.

After he left, Miaomiao packed up and prepared to return to the palace.

She has lived in the courtyard for more than ten days, and she has been kept in good order. The windows are bright and clean, and the interior is neat and tidy. It really looks like a home. Taking a few more glances before leaving, Miaomiao shook off his baggage, wondering how to make the prince calm her.

Unexpectedly, he walked out of the courtyard, and there was a person waiting at the end of the sheep-gut path. Looking closer, it was Le Shui.

She quickly stepped forward, "Why is Brother Le Shui here?"

Le Shui's impression of her still remained on the fish's tail, and his complexion took a step back, and said solemnly: "I am instructed to take you back to the house."

As for whose order, it goes without saying.

But how did Yang Fu know that she was going back today, and was he not angry with her anymore? When he left that day, she clearly felt his suppressed anger, and she still has lingering fears.

Miaomiao was very nervous, and finally nodded, "Please let Brother Le Shui lead the way."

Leshan always kept a five-step distance from her, all the way to the entrance of the villa. Although she is human now, for some reason, her mind is full of glimpses that night, the beauty of the world, and the long fish tail swinging underwater...

He shook his head, the woman that the prince was fond of, which round would get him to think.

Stepping on the footstool and getting into the car, Miaomiao sat in the car thinking about it after setting off. He opened the curtain and Nuonuo asked, "How are the few days your lord?"

Le Shui became angry at the mention of this, and responded coldly and warmly, "Not great."

Miaomiao thought, "Why is it bad?"

Le Shui only said: "The girl will know when she returns to the house."

Because of his words, Miao Miao was uneasy along the way, and silently guessed many possibilities, wishing to return to the palace immediately. The mountain road was strangely slow, she urged many times along the way, and finally Leshan asked: "Since the girl cares about the prince so much, why did she choose to stay?"

Miaomiao dumbly said, "Because Wei Ling was injured..."

Leshan said: "There was a maid accompanying at that time. Anyone left behind can take care of him. Why should the girl stay in person?"

Miaomiao was stunned, "Can those maids call me?"

Leshan stopped talking, always feeling that he was playing the piano to the cow.

Miaomiao sat back in the carriage, silently thinking about what he said, until the carriage went to Ling'an Lane and stopped at the gate of the Four Kings Mansion.

The distance from the entrance to the Rongguang Academy was familiar to Miaomiao. Without waiting for Le Shui to follow, she trot to the entrance of the courtyard with her skirt.

Until the entrance of the main room, she stopped timidly, thinking of her confrontation with Yang Fu that day, and flinched inexplicably.

About a quarter of an hour later, Le Shui came, still standing at the door and wagging, "Why don't you go in?"

Miaomiao raised her head, her clear eyes filled with cowardice, "Is the prince still angry with me?"

He snorted, noncommittal.

Even he is worthless for the prince, let alone the four kings himself.

Miaomiao twisted her fingers, slowly stepped across the threshold, walked past the magpie-shaped spring floor cover, turned a small red sandalwood glass plaque, and suddenly stopped after seeing the interior scene.

The bed curtain was loosely raised, Yang Fu reclined on the Shi Qing Daying pillow, his eyebrows curled up, his lips pale. He only wore a white mid laner, and he appeared weaker and weaker. Not seeing him on the 7th or 8th, he was slightly clearer, his outline was more determined, and only his sword eyebrows were not stretched.

In front of the couch, a doctor knelt on the footrests to pinch his legs, flexing his muscles. Miao Miao's eyes fell on his lap, only then did he notice the abnormality.

Yang Fu seemed to feel something, tilted his head and looked at her. The moment his eyes touched her, there was a little anger in the cold, and a little more tenderness.

He retired the doctor, and quietly ordered: "Go down."