90 Days of Spring

She didn't want Wei Ling to die.

Miaomiao asked where they were, collected the bloodstone and hurried back. There were only a few maids staying in the inner room at the moment, she didn't have much stuff, and she packed two clothes and a bag of pearls and went out.

The East China Sea is thousands of miles away, and the carriage must be too late. She can't ride a horse, and the only way is to take the waterway. If you have a smooth journey, you will be able to reach the East China Sea in about three or five days. She has asked the elderly to tell her the exact location, and it should not be difficult to find.

At first, the maid felt strange when she saw her stacking bags, the more she looked at it, the more things went wrong, and she hurriedly stepped forward to stop her when she left, "Where are the girls going?"

Miaomiao's face was firm, "I'm going to the East China Sea." She thought for a while and should leave Yang Fu a sentence, "You tell the prince, I don't know how many days I'm going, so he doesn't have to look for me."

One wall said one wall went to the door. How dare the maid let her go? The prince could not punish her severely when he came back, so he had to stop Miaomiao from going, and persuaded her painstakingly: "Girls, don’t move. Make another decision...Look at the Lord Shichen and he will be back soon, so wait!"

Where Miaomiao can take care of a lot, Wei Ling's safety is unknown, her life or death is uncertain, and she can't wait any longer. She shook off the maid’s hand and seemed to have made a lot of determination, “Don’t stop me, if I can’t come back, let the prince stop waiting for me...”

After she left, she made up her mind to return Wei Ling's cultivation base to him, perhaps she could save Wei Ling's life. It's a big deal to be a shark again, but in this way, she can't be with Yang Fu... But thinking about Wei Ling again, as long as he doesn't die, she is willing to abandon this relationship and save him.

Before she finished speaking, she stepped out of the threshold and almost bumped into someone. She looked up and Yang Fu stared at her with a sad face.

"Why can't you come back, where are you going?"

As soon as she came back, she heard these words, and Yang Fu's face was naturally unsightly, especially the burden she hung on her shoulders was extremely dazzling. If he didn't leave the palace early, would he not see her again when he came back?

Miaomiao did not expect to be heard by him. Seeing his eyes fell on his shoulders, Miaomiao couldn't help but clenched his baggage, "I'm going to the East China Sea."

Yang Fuchu was in front of Linghua Gate, his long body blocked her way. When he was not smiling, he felt very oppressive. He was not angry but mighty, which made people fear from the bottom of his heart. Miaomiao was also scared, but there were more important things right now. She was even more afraid that she would be late, and would not even see Wei Ling the last time.

Yang Fu retracted his gaze, staring at him and said quietly, "What are you going to do in the East China Sea?"

She did not hesitate, "Save Wei Ling!"

Yang Fu looked at her quietly without saying a word.

So just as he heard, she left in order to save another man. I don't know how long she went, and she didn't even know whether she could come back. She told him not to wait, what does this mean? Did he always fall behind in the choice between him and Wei Ling?

Miaomiao was very perturbed by him, and he had a heart that went up and down. After all, he had to explain clearly, and evasion was not a solution. She lowered her head and thought for a while, and when she raised her eyes, she was determined, "Master, I don't know if I can come back after this trip. If there is still no news after three months, you don't have to wait for me. You don't have to go to the East China Sea. I, this is what I owe Wei Ling, and I must return it to him."

She had hope in her eyes, just like many times before, "If I don't come back, can the prince think of me occasionally?"

After saying that, I first denied it, shook my head and laughed at myself for being greedy, "You don't have to think about me, you can forget me, that's just right."

She spoke lightly. In fact, her hands were already clenched into fists in her sleeves, and her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh. The pain was not worth the heartache, and she gradually became numb. She squeezed out from him, didn't dare to wait for his answer, and didn't know what she was afraid of, so she simply left.

She didn't go far, her wrist was suddenly pulled by a force, she backed unsteadily, and was pressed against the wall in the next instant.

In front of him was Yang Fu's chest. The dark blue robe blocked her sight. His heavy breathing was right in front of his face, "What about me?"

Miao Miao made Bei's teeth clenched, and she held back her tears.

Yang Fu pushed forward and was close at hand: "Miaomiao, what should I do?" The voice was very soft, like hidden turbulent sea, the surface was calm, and huge waves had already been set off in the depths.

Miaomiao cried: "I don't know..."

She actually wanted to say that those just now were not her true words, she didn't want him to forget him, even if she didn't come back for a long time, he couldn't forget her. Those memories she worked so hard to create cannot be remembered by her alone in the end.

But this is unfair to Yang Fu. If he has been waiting for her, he would not be able to marry a wife and have children as the saint queen intended. He is such a good person, how could he delay his career because of her. She had been selfish many times before and killed Wei Ling like this, and couldn't let Yang Fu do the same.

Yang Fu lifted her chin and forced her to look at herself, "What if I can't forget it?"

The two were very close together, their eyelashes could touch his skin with a single blink, and even the anger from him could be felt. Miaomiao was stunned for a while, with wet eyes.

He trapped her between his body and the wall, and his low voice rang in his ears, "Don't go."

Miaomiao sniffed, and finally couldn't help the soreness that hit her, tears rolled down her cheeks, "But Wei Ling is dying...he can't die..."

She cried without warning, silently, but kept tears quietly. The tears overflowed from the eyes and turned into pearls, one by one, falling on the feet of the two, scattered all over the ground.

She really had nothing to do. Since she knew that Wei Ling's life was dying, how could she sit idly by. He had done so much for her before, and she thought about returning it to him slowly in the future, but it seemed that she couldn't wait. The old man said he could only last for seven or eight days at most, and she would be a little more dangerous if she took a step late.

Wei Ling, who was so powerful before, and the omnipotent Wei Ling, died abruptly because of her.

Blame her.

The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more he blamed himself, raising his arm and rubbing his eyes, "I can't let him die, I'm going to save him... Please, Lord, let me go."

If she really wanted to choose between Wei Ling's life and Yang Fu, she could only choose Wei Ling. If Wei Ling died, she would have to live in guilt and regret for countless days and nights. If she were with Yang Fu in this way, neither of them would be happy.

An exclamation of the maid came from behind, Yang Fu reached out and pressed her to his chest, staring at the pearl beans all over the floor, silently.

The maid stood under the corridor and did not come close. From a distance, she saw the ground gleaming with a delicate light, and it was Miaomiao's money pouch leaking. He was hesitating whether to give a reminder, so he listened to the prince's stern command: "Retreat. You can't get close to the room without this king's command."

Several maids stepped back one after another. Standing in the courtyard, Yiyan saw that the Four Kings, ignoring Miss Miaomiao's struggle, forced her into the house and closed the Linghua door with a bang. A few people turned their eyes and landed on the pearls scattered under the porch. They gathered around and picked them up one by one, planning to return them to Ms. Miao in the future.

Miaomiao cried so badly, probably crying out the fear and anxiety in her heart, struggling as she wiped her tears, "I am going to the East China Sea, there is no time...Wei Ling will die, he will die."

The word order became more and more chaotic. No matter how hard she struggles, she can't escape Yang Fu's shackles. He put her on the bed and said, "Miaomiao, I once told myself."

Miaomiao opened her teary eyes, rubbed the tears on his shoulder, sobbing and pleading, "I promise I will come back..."

Yang Fu didn't seem to hear it, palms pressed her head, "On the night when you fell into the water at Mingde Villa, if you look back, I won't let you go in this life."

She stopped crying for a moment.

"So even if you hate me for that, I won't let you go." He stroked her hair gently, as if he was not the one who forced her just now. Gentle and tender, with endless affection.

It's not that I never thought about going with her, but recently Chaotang couldn't get out of it. It was just a moment of turbulence and hidden turbulence. A single action can cause an uproar and tension in the situation. Only after these few days, the saint deposed the prince's imperial decree, and he will be able to settle down for a while, and then it is not a good idea to accompany her to the East China Sea.

Yang Fujiang planned to talk to her, but she shook her head vigorously, "It's been too long, and Wei Ling can't make it through that time...I'm going over by water now, just in time."

She tugged Yang Fu's sleeve tightly, "Let me go, okay? Lord, please, let me go to the East China Sea."

Yang Fu got up, "Not good."

As he walked out of the inner room, his tight jaw leaked his depressed mood at the moment, and the whole body was filled with gloomy air. He walked out of the house, paused for a moment, seemed to have made a great determination, and ordered two words to Leshan and Leshui on both sides, and walked away.

Miaomiao got out of bed and couldn't even put on the embroidered shoes. She hurried to the door stepping on her white stockings, but was stopped by Leshan Leshui, "The prince has an order and cannot let you leave the Rongguangyuan for half a step."

Miaomiao didn't believe it, and tried to get out from under the hands of the two, only to show a head helplessly, and was pushed back by the palms of both hands. Le Shui didn't know how to control her strength, she staggered back a few steps, and her waist hit the round table, frowning with pain, "Why don't you let me out? Why shut me up!"

Unwillingly, she rushed twice again, and every time she was stopped back mercilessly. No matter how good her temper was, she became angry. She grabbed the baggage on the table and threw it at the two of them: "Go!"

There were two changes of clothes in the bag, as well as most of the bag of pearls, all of which fell to the ground right now, making a bang bang bang. The maid who had just picked up the pearl was about to send it back to Miaomiao. Before she reached the door, she saw a bag flying out of it, slamming it on Le Shui, and then dropping another piece of pearl.

She was dumbfounded, and she didn't know if she should come forward for a while. What happened today? Girl Miaomiao is dispersing money?

However, looking at Leshan and Leshui, the two of them were expressionless, and it didn't hurt at all that something fell on them. Since it was ordered by the prince, they must guard it strictly.

For two days in a row, Miao Miao had no chance to see anyone except the maid who even delivered meals.

Yang Fu would come over to dine with her on time, but Miaomiao ignored him for a long time, even if he said, "Will you let me go?"

Whenever Yang Fu turned on deaf ears, she was really forced to question him a lot, so he looked at her and said, "Wait for this king for two more days."

The journey to the East China Sea is long and unsafe. If she is allowed to go alone, it will inevitably lead to no accidents. Besides, if she goes first, how will he find her in the vast ocean?

Wait two more days, he must accompany her.

Miaomiao was very angry. She had been delayed for two days. Who knows if Wei Ling will be involved in any further delay. She picked up the bloodstone several times a day. Perhaps Wei Ling woke up, and no one answered her question over there. Fortunately, she asked about the location last time, and she has no worries about finding it.

She has no appetite to eat, and she hasn't eaten anything in the past two days. Leshan and Leshui are like two door gods, staying at the door day and night, making her want to find opportunities to sneak. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed, Miao Miao took Yang Fu's hand and bit down hard. There was a tooth mark there. It is said that she bit it when she became a human.

Therefore, every time Miaomiao bit him to pick this place, the tooth mark gets deeper and deeper. It is best to make him hurt so that she feels relieved.

Yang Fu touched her head, "Are you a puppy?"

Miaomiao really annoyed him, adding up the resentment from the past few days, and biting his hand to bleed, "There are only five days left...The fastest way to take the water is five days." She blinked and couldn't tell. The helpless grief, "Master, let me go..."

Yang Fu paused, letting her bite and not let go.

"The day after tomorrow," he said, "Miaomiao, the day after tomorrow we will go together."

It's not too late for the day after tomorrow! Miaomiao stopped talking, glanced at him disappointedly, and curled up in the corner with her knees.

She seemed to have suddenly figured it out, no longer chanting about leaving, but was silent all afternoon. He was also behaved at night, sobbing to cater to him like a kitten, and his soft voice was so soft that everyone was cruel. Yang Fu took longer this time than ever, and in the end she only had a faint sob, but he hadn't vented yet.

She is still in her arms, and she still feels uneasy. Only by embedding in her body again and again can she find some peace of mind. Holding her in his arms time and time again, instead of filling the gap in my heart, there is a tendency to expand.

Yang Fu didn't come back the next day, and his intention was to leave her alone, so maybe he could think about it.

It was because of the twilight that Xifeng came to Rongguangyuan, and Rongrongxia shined on the eaves, making the courtyard quieter. There were two people guarding at the entrance of the main room, Leshan Leshan was standing around, looking serious and meticulous.

Yang Fuxing came to the front, "How is Miaomiao today?"

The two saluted, and Leshan replied: "The girl didn't rush today, but she has been very quiet."

Yang Fu frowned, feeling uneasy for no reason, and stepped over the threshold without asking any more questions. The room was quiet, and a small hill swelled up inside the curtain. Yang Fu lifted the quilt. There were only a few stacked clothes inside, and there was no trace of Miaomiao.

His eyes deepened, and he suddenly became furious: "Come here!"

Leshan Leshui heard the sound, "What's the matter with the lord?"

With a wave of his hand, he threw a quilt in front of the two of them, "This is the result of your guards? Where is Miaomiao?"

The two raised their eyes, and when they saw the clothes on the bed, they were taken aback for a moment. They knelt down and pleaded guilty: "It's because the subordinates are not doing things well and are negligent. They are willing to be punished by the prince!"

Yang Fu bypassed them and said, "We will discuss the punishment later. Prepare your horse and get people back!"

If she leaves the city gate, the guard should have a registration there. If it's not far away, it should have not been back. A servant brought the brown steed, Yang Fu turned up and asked Leshan Leshui to take the guards in the mansion to find him, and he galloped away.

Early this morning, Miaomiao took advantage of Yang Fu's departure and put on her former maid dress when it was dark. The maid who knocked out the morning meal, hid her in the closet, lowered her head and sneaked out quietly.

There was a piece of Qingdai on the horizon, and she lowered her head again, so Leshan and Leshui did not find any abnormalities, which made her succeed easily. As soon as Miao Miaofu left the house, she went straight to the pier, and within an hour, there was a lucky ship calling at the port. She went to a nearby pawnshop to exchange a bag of silver and boarded the lucky ship heading east.

When Yang Fu discovered the anomaly and went out to search for it, she had already left for four or five hours, passing by multiple state capitals, and he couldn't keep up even if he hurried forward.

Miaomiao squeezed the bloodstone tightly across the clothes, feeling extremely anxious, hurry up, hurry up.

There was a splash from the bow deck, and a half-person high wave splashed, wet a small part of the deck. The sharp-eyed boat passenger saw it and greeted the others loudly: "Someone has thrown into the lake, come and save them!"

I couldn't find it anywhere inside or outside the city. Even the official roads several miles outside the city were cleaned up, but Miaomiao was still missing. She could only go by water. Yang Fu ordered people to go to the next pier to intercept the lucky ship, but after searching the ship inside and out, she still couldn't see her.

Only then did I know that a girl fell into the water two hours ago, and everyone on the boat went down to search and rescue, but unfortunately the water was so fast that she was not found. Hearing this, Yang Fuguan clenched into a fist, his expression gloomy and terrible.

It was still too late, she didn't leave him any chance.

Two days later, the Four Kings took leave from the saint and led several attendants to the East China Sea. After five days, they finally arrived by water. Standing on the coast, the cold wind rushes towards you, and you see endless waters with magnificent waves. There are residents who fish for a living in the sea, and a few flat boats float on the sea, making it increasingly small.

At the time of the sunset, the sea level gradually swallowed the afterglow of the sun, dyeing the distant sea water orange-red, and hanging down little by little.

Leshan stepped forward and asked, "Master, how do you find this?"

After a while, Yang Fucai said, "Hire a few fishermen’s boats and go to the sea to find someone."

Leshan hesitated, not to mention that everyone is going home now, even if it's still early, is it really looking for someone in the East China Sea?

Fortunately, Yang Fu did not reluctantly ask them to find the nearest residence for one night, and then start looking for people the next day. He rarely rests all the way, and often stands on the bow of the ship thinking about things. He didn't expect that he didn't plan to rest tonight. He would stand on the beach all night. Leshan's persuasion was unsuccessful, so he could only let him go.

They had been searching in the East China Sea for more than half a month, and the tea water level of a few people had obviously risen, but Miaomiao and Wei Ling were never found.

Yang Fu didn't know the water, so he stood on the boat waiting for news. When the guard once again said that he couldn't find it, he pursed his thin lips, and the next moment people jumped into the sea.

Miaomiao, will you come back if this king is dead?

The surrounding guards were so frightened that they sank into the water to save people. Fortunately, they responded promptly, and the Four Kings didn't have any major incidents.

The next day the group set off for Beijing and finally gave up looking for a needle in a haystack.

In the 34th year of Taiping Taiping, the sage deposed the prince Yang Chen, and the East Palace had no master. The court was divided into four kings and six kings.

Two years later, the four kings became princes. In the thirty-seventh year of Taiping, the saint collapsed and the whole country was in grief. Four kings imperial, the world amnesty.

The saint took the throne for nearly a year, but the harem has no concubines, and the Minister of Korea is in a hurry. He refused to ask the saint to canonize the queen several times, so that when the saint was established, there was not even a heir under his knees.

In the imperial study room, the sound of soap boots stepping on the floor tiles was very clear. A palace man bent over and came to him, "Sage, Shang Shu You Servant shoots Li Lao to see you."

The person who raised his head stopped writing on the pen holder, raised his eyes and looked at him. The eyebrows were calm, but his tone was very cold: "No see."

He didn't know what idea the old man made. He has been talking in his ears for a while. It's nothing more than being a young man. It's time to set up a post, so that he can stabilize the government. After he could not stand up, he had to worry about these old men. Yang Fu's eyebrows were low and he was tired of hearing.

The palace man took the order, and Titiran retreated.

Peace in the study was restored again. He had never been happy to wait in front of him. Even if his status is different now, he only lets them wait outside the door, and there is no one else in front of him. Yang Fu opened a drawer and took out a beautifully framed picture scroll. It could be seen for a few years, but it was very well preserved.

The scroll spread out on the table, slowly revealing a delicate and pretty face, the little girl looked forward with a smile, her brows crescent, bright and bright. Upon closer inspection, the eyes of the person on the painting were faded by the whirling, she just sat quietly, rooted in his heart and could not be removed.

"Miaomiao..." Yang Fu put his hands on those smart eyes, his voice filled with thoughts, "Did you forget this king?"

When she left, she couldn't tell when she would come back, so that he would forget her. Now three years later, he still failed to do what she said.

Why not come back?

Do you really want him to wait for a lifetime?

Every month, he sends people to the East China Sea to search for her traces along the coast, and even has guards on the coast to keep an eye on the situation in the East China Sea. However, she never found her, she just disappeared out of thin air, and never appeared again.

The Palace of the Four Kings still retains its original appearance, and the grass and trees have not moved. Although it has not lived for a long time, the people have taken care of it very well, and it has not changed much from a few years ago.

Yang Fu comes back every once in a while, and the most frequent visit is Wutong Pavilion, where Geyin is planted with two flat peach trees that Miao Miao is thinking of. Now that the tree has grown up, it bears dozens of fruits every year. Yang Fu asks them to pick them to make peaches, and wait for Miaomiao to taste them when they come back.

Xue'ou's body was more than doubled, and when he saw Yang Fu from afar, he snuggled up. The maidservant of the palace has been feeding it all these years. It seems that life is going well, otherwise it would not be so blessed.

Yang Fu leaned over and scratched its chin, and then backed away everyone behind him, "Come with me?"

Xueou seemed to understand what he was saying, and swayed slowly at his feet. It is lazy, not as active and lively as before, and it is still just as arrogant.

Before I got closer, I saw a maid rushing out of the Wutong Pavilion gate, the one who had served Miaomiao three years ago.

Yang Fu stopped her to go, the maid saw the person in front of her clearly, and knelt on the ground with a plop, "Holy, saint... Girl Miaomiao..." She squatted and couldn't say clearly, only the word "Miaomiao" The bite is extraordinarily clear.

Yang Fu froze, his chest curled up in an uproar, as if something was about to break through his chest, bringing extravagant hopes that he had never imagined. Cannot wait for her to finish her words, Yang Fu strode to the Wutong Pavilion, stepped on the stone steps with the gold thread pattern ink boots, hesitated for a moment.

What if not?

Without waiting for him to think about it, Xueou had already jumped out with a meow and went straight to the courtyard. He suddenly regained consciousness, stepped up to the courtyard, his hands under his narrow sleeves trembled undetectably.

After bypassing the Helu Tongchun Shadow Wall, he stopped in the direction of the two peach trees.

The girl in the green make-up and flower tuck stood on her toes, just about to reach the round and plump peach above her head. When she finally reached it, she curled her lips happily, her profile delicate, fair and transparent. Perceiving the movement in the courtyard, she tilted her head to look at the shadow wall, the sunlight was shining on her beautiful face, and the hair around her ears was soft and furry, adding a little warmth.

She opened her mouth slightly and stared at the person in surprise, not even knowing when a big gray cat was lying on her feet.

Standing for a moment, she stretched out her hand and passed the peach over, pursing her lips and smiling, "Master, do you eat peaches? I will apologize for you."

Yang Fu stepped forward, waiting for her to react, already tightly encircling her in his arms.