90 Days of Spring

The sun was rising, the morning glow was shining, and the bright light squeezed into her eyes. Miaomiao frowned subconsciously and rolled over and slowly opened her eyelids. His body was soft and weak, his mind buzzed, and he couldn't tell where he was.

This is not the room where she usually sleeps, the room is incense curling, the earth dragon burns warmly, and even the bedding is full of sweet-scented osmanthus. Through the layers of beautiful curtains, one can vaguely see a figure coming in and out of the outside. She sat up awkwardly, unable to do what she wanted, and made a lot of movement. People outside heard the noise and paced up to help her up, "Miaomiao, are you better?"

Looking up, it was sister Cen Yun, and Miaomiao's heart was lost and flowing. Why wasn't it him? The last impression she had before she passed out last night was that the fragrant and pleasant smell on his body was that it disappeared when she woke up?

She didn’t speak, and Cen Yun even thought she was unwell, put a big pillow behind her, and handed her the concoction that had been cooked on the table. “This is the side room. You suddenly passed out last night, and the lord will Let you live here. The doctor has already seen it. It is caused by the wind and cold. As long as you take the medicine obediently, it will be well within two or three days."

In the words, he couldn't help but bring a coaxing tone to the child. Guyinmiaomiao looks like a sick child now, listless and wilting. She was originally thin and weak, and her cheeks became more petite after this disease. She was barely slap-sized, except for a pair of big eyes that flickered and flickered, and her long eyelashes were like flowers and butterflies, and her wings fluttered.

Miaomiao took the black bowl of medicine, and felt bitter and unpleasant before taking it. When she tentatively took a sip, her facial features suddenly wrinkled, and she couldn't help but utter her tongue. "What is this? It's terrible."

Cen Yun wiped the corners of her mouth angrily and ridiculously, "Otherwise, how can I call a good medicine bitter!"

It's a pity that no matter how you say it, Miaomiao made up his mind not to take another sip. Drinking medicine is simply a torture to herself. She didn't have the idea of ​​drinking medicine in her consciousness, and she didn't know why medicine could heal her illness, so she didn't care about what Cen Yun said. She curled up into a ball lazily, wrapped in a thick brocade, like an old monk sitting still.

But Cen Yun's temper was broken, but she was a patient and couldn't be beaten or scolded. What's more, she has the ability to make the Four Kings care for her.

As he was thinking, he heard the impact of the jade bead curtain behind him, a crisp jingle. Yang Fu stepped into the room slowly, his clothes were well-dressed, and his spirit was graceful and graceful, and he glanced at the small hills that had wrapped him tightly. He twisted his eyebrows and asked the situation slowly, "What's the matter?"

Cen Yun bowed her head and told helplessly: "Going back to the prince, Miaomiao feels bitter and unwilling to take medicine."

My daughter's family is generally afraid of hardship, but there are not many who are self-willed to her. Yang Fu looked at the bed, "Miaomiao."

As early as Cen Yunhuan's first sound, Miaomiao noticed that he was coming. But thinking of falling in his arms last night, I don't know if the residual heat has not faded or something else, my cheeks can't stop burning, and my heart hits the deer.

After a moment of silence, Miaomiao opened a corner of the quilt, revealing a pair of dark and clear eyes, "Master, I feel better..."

With the arrival of Yang Fu, the cold winter was swept through, he stood two steps away by the bed, and said quietly, "I still have to take medicine."

He got up early in the morning and went to Yunjinzhai first. After reading the book for a while, he came back. Thinking of Miaomiao's burning severely last night, he would come to visit. Unexpectedly, seeing this scene, the little maid was very childish, and her hairy head was exposed from under the bedding, like a baby bird emerging from its shell. After hearing this, she hesitated for a moment, obediently took the medicine bowl, and drank her lips clean. Obviously, he was terribly suffering, and grinned at him, "I listen to the prince."

Cen Yun brought the candied begonias, and Miaomiao ate three of them in one go. Only then did she feel the bitterness in her mouth fade.

Miaomiao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a plate of candied fruit in her arms, smiling and finally regaining some vitality. Yang Fu's eyebrows stretched, she really shocked people last night, her whole body was so hot, she hugged her in her arms like a fireball, probably burnt, and she kept muttering in her mouth. Come and go but those few words, "I don't sleep" and "Happy Chinese New Year".

Fortunately, when he woke up this morning, Yang Fu said, "You don't need to wait for you today, take a day off, and come back when you recover."

Miaomiao shook his head subconsciously, and suddenly a flash of inspiration, Hui Wei felt: "My body is so sore and weak that I can't walk, Lord, can I lie here for one more day?"

Yang Funing looked at her and couldn't guess her careful thoughts, so she just didn't pierce her, "Yes."

Yin Luo Miaomiao seemed to have received a great gift, and he couldn't help but smile.

Miaomiao believes in this truth. She could not attack Yang Fu before, because the two were too far apart, and there was only one main room between them. She could hear his movements on the other side clearly.

It's a pity that Miaomiao made a wrong calculation. Yang Fu spent almost the entire day in Yunjinzhai, while she slept all night. The little bit of brilliance that remained was struggling and leaping in the distance, disappearing between the sea of ​​clouds for a while, the world fell into darkness and chaos, and the candlelight was lit under the corridor, dim and dim.

Miaomiao only felt that she was more agile, bent over to put on her shoes and socks skillfully, and walked outside with the curtain.

Yang Fu has not yet returned to Han Yuxuan, the maidservant in the courtyard is preparing dinner, and they look at her when they come out. It's no wonder they are curious, Lord Gein treats her a little special, how can a maid sleep in the side room? Not only that, but also asked her doctor for medical treatment, and had dinner with her yesterday, which made people feel envious and curious.

Miaomiao smiled shyly, looked around for a week and asked softly: "Has the prince come back yet?"

After speaking, a sneer came out from a maid wearing a short pink jacket. She looked upright, but her face was mean, "The prince will not come back, what is the relationship with you? Can you control it? The prince just pity you. , I really take myself seriously."

Miao Miao frowned, how could this man speak like this, his mouth full of thorns.

She pursed her lips and retorted, "If that's the case, then I don't care what it has to do with you?"

The maid was choked for a moment and couldn't speak. She turned her head and stared at her in annoyance, and wanted to speak again, Yang Fu had already returned to the house. The room was abruptly quiet, and the maids who served food withdrew one by one, only the little maid standing in the middle of the house was eye-catching. She only wore a white blouse and a pair of small embroidered shoes under the blue skirt, which hesitated slightly.

Miaomiao retracted her thoughts and raised her eyes to Yang Fu and smiled obediently, "Thank you, Lord, for kindly taking in, I'm already much better, and I will go back tomorrow morning."

Yang Fu nodded and walked to the side to be watched by the maid. Just as he was about to pick up the towel handed to him, Yu Guangjie saw Miaomiao's smiling face. She stood aside respectfully and carefully wiped off the drops of water on his hands. "I don't know how to make tea, but these things are still done. If the prince doesn't dislike it, I will take care of the washing in the future, OK? "

His eyes were full of hope, and he fixedly looked at him. Yang Fu thought for a moment, curled his lips and smiled, "It's okay, this king is not used to drinking your tea."

Said it was making tea, Miaomiao missed a spoonful of fine salt last time. No wonder Yang Fu said she made salty soup. The work of serving tea and handing water is better for Guan Shi to find another person.

Wen Yan Miaomiao showed joy, and his unhappiness was wiped out.

Waiting for the washing, Miaomiao was selfish. She had only touched him in her imagination before, but now she could truly feel his warm skin, which really made her feel agitated.

Originally bathing was included, but Yang Funian asked her to go back to the house to rest after she recovered from her illness, so she didn't have to wait in front of her tonight. Miaomiao narrowed her mouth in disappointment, and turned her head back and forth one step at a time, thinking about the opportunities in the future, and the pace will inevitably be much easier.

Inside the inner room, Cen Yun was packing Yang Fu's clothes and accessories, her slender eyebrows twisted into a ball, and she looked particularly anxious.

Miaomiao couldn't help asking, "Sister Cen Yun, what's wrong?"

Without raising her head, she continued to look for the vermilion lacquer wardrobe, "I can't find the jade pendant of the prince's personal accessories. I still wore it yesterday. I don't know where it went..."

It should be the Pisces jade pendant she took away. Miaomiao's eyes rolled around, and she kindly comforted her with a soft voice: "Then you can find it again."

Cen Yun nodded, remembering something suddenly, got up and looked at her with a smile.

Miaomiao was so flustered by her sight, she thought she had discovered something, rubbing her toes on the blanket, "Sister Cen Yun is laughing?"

Yinluo Cen Yun patted her head with relief, and said with earnest thought, "I can't think that you have such an ability to make the prince anxious. I came to the other courtyard for seven or eight years, and I rarely saw him like that..." Cen Yun considered her words. I admire Miao Miao very much, "You boasted that you liked the prince before, and I still think that there is a fantasy, think about it now, it is not impossible."

Although Yang Fu is gentle and gentle, he is generally more distant from others and keeps a distance from the maid. Miaomiao is an exception.

Thinking about it carefully, he was really good to her, even let her live in the side room, and said that he could tell him if he was bullied in the future. The brilliance flashed in Miaomiao's eyes. She clung to Cen Yun reluctantly and asked, "I was so burnt yesterday and can't remember what happened. Can you tell me in detail?"

For a while, Cen Yun forgot to find something, so she described what she saw yesterday from beginning to end, many of which added fuel and jealousy: "The prince looks very serious. He took you to the side room and ordered someone to invite the doctor at night. This is a big Chinese New Year. No, who wants to come... but the prince said that he would also invite people to spend a lot of money. Later, after the doctor diagnosed and treated you, the prince left after the temperature stabilized. I have never seen him treat people this way, but it is cheap You." At the end, it was a bit complaining, as if she had defiled the four noble kings.

Miaomiao just felt that her mind was drifting away. Things that had never been imagined before came to her mind, and the waves rolled and stirred until she was involved in the waves, sinking and floating.

She curled up her lips silly, "I, I don't know..."

Cen Yun annoyed her, "Of course you don't know, you are unconscious, and you still hold the prince and refuse to let go."

Miaomiao didn't want to listen anymore. After explaining to her in a few words, he walked out of the inner room to the side room where Yang Fu specializes in bathing. Natural hot springs are introduced indoors, and a puddle of clear water flows into the other courtyard from behind the mountain, steaming and immersed in the mist.

Miaomiao didn't dare to go in, and only waited behind the twelve red sandalwood folding screens, both joyful and apprehensive, more of expectation.

After about a quarter of an hour, Yang Fu finished his bathing and changing clothes. He only wore a black satin robe, with a loose belt tied around his waist, and his wet hair dangled behind him, slowly walking out from behind the screen. Perhaps it was the reason that the white jade was steamed by hot water. The white jade's skin was red, and his eyes were slightly narrowed. It was different from the usual calm and unwilling appearance, revealing a little seductive charm.

Miaomiao stood in front of him, ignoring his doubtful gaze, raised his head and gathered up his courage, "Master, can you tell me why you are so good to me?"

Yang Fu stopped because of her sudden movement and looked back, "Miaomiao?"

Miaomiao held his breath, for fear of being discouraged under his gaze, "You asked me to eat at the same table with you, and I was sick to hire a doctor for me, and allowed me to sleep in your room... Lord, do you like me too? "

Yang Fu finally understood what she was talking about, the black pupils were motionless, and his expression was blurred. He saw her nervous and helpless, and said for a long time: "Miaomiao, I have no affection for you. If my actions misunderstand you, I will pay more attention in the future."

She was young and weak, but strong and optimistic, which made him feel very pity, and couldn't help but want to treat her better. But there is nothing more, she is just a little girl.