90 Days of Spring: The seventh day

The sun was rising, the morning glow was shining, bright light squeezed into the crevices of the eyes, Miaomiao subconsciously frowned, turned over and slowly opened the eyelids. His body was limp and weak, his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't tell where he was for a while.

This is not the servant's room where she usually sleeps. The room is filled with incense, earth dragons are burning warmly, and even the bedding smells like sweet-scented osmanthus. Through layers of embroidered curtains, she could vaguely see a figure coming in and out from outside. She sat up awkwardly, but she couldn't do what she wanted, and made a lot of noise. The people outside heard the sound, and walked up to her to help her up, "Miaomiao, are you better?"

Looking up and seeing that it was Cen Yun's sister, Miaomiao felt lost in her heart. Why wasn't it him? The last impression she had before she fell into a coma last night was the pleasant smell of his body. Why did it disappear when she woke up?

She didn't speak, and Cen Yun thought she was unwell, and put a big pillow behind her, and handed her the concoction that was just cooked on the table, "This is the concubine, you suddenly passed out last night, The prince will let you live here. The doctor has come to see it, it is caused by the cold, as long as you take the medicine obediently, it will be cured within two or three days."

Involuntarily coaxing a child into his words, Gein Miaomiao looks listless and listless, like a sick toddler. She was originally thin and thin, but after this disease, her cheeks became even smaller, almost no bigger than a palm, only a pair of big eyes flickered, and the slender eyelashes fluttered like flowers and butterflies.

Miaomiao took the black bowl of medicine, and before she took it, she felt the fishy smell and unpleasant smell. When she took a tentative sip, her facial features immediately wrinkled into a ball, and she couldn't help but sputter twice. "What is this? It sucks."

Cen Yun wiped the corners of her mouth angrily and absurdly, "Otherwise, it would be called a good medicine!"

It's a pity that no matter what you say, Miaomiao is determined not to take another sip. Drinking medicine is a torture to herself. She didn't think of taking medicine in her consciousness, and she didn't know why drinking medicine can only cure her illness, so she didn't take Cen Yun's words seriously. She lazily curled up into a ball, wrapped in a thick brocade quilt, like an old monk sitting still.

But Cen Yun was furious, but she was a patient, so she could not be beaten or scolded. What's more, she has the ability to make the four kings care for her.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of the emerald bead curtain colliding behind him, ringing and ringing. Yang Fu walked into the room slowly, well-dressed, rich and elegant, and at a glance he saw the small hill that wrapped him tightly. He frowned slightly, and asked the situation slowly, "What's going on?"

Cen Yun lowered her head and told helplessly, "Go back to the prince, Miaomiao thinks it's bitter and doesn't want to take medicine."

Daughter's family is generally afraid of suffering, but I'm afraid there are not many who are self-willed like her. Yang Fu looked at the bed, "Miaomiao."

As early as the first time Cen Yun called out, Miaomiao knew he was coming. But when he thought of falling in his arms last night, whether it was the residual heat or something else, his cheeks couldn't stop burning red, and his heart hit a deer.

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

Following Yang Fu's arrival, amidst the chill of winter, he stood two steps away from the bed and replied softly, "I still need to drink the medicine."

He got up early in the morning and went to Yunjinzhai first, and came back after reading for a while, remembering that Miaomiao had a bad fever last night, so he came to visit. Unexpectedly, seeing this scene, the little maid was very childish, showing her furry head from under the quilt, like a chick hatching out of its shell. Hearing this, she hesitated for a moment, took the medicine bowl obediently, pursed her lips and drank it cleanly. It was clearly painful, and he grinned at him, "I listen to the prince."

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

Miaomiao sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a plate of candied fruit in her arms, her smiling face finally regained some vitality. Yang Fu's eyebrows stretched out, she really shocked people last night, her whole body was scorching hot, holding her in her arms was like a ball of fire, she was probably burnt out, and she kept murmuring incessantly. There are only a few words that come and go, "I don't sleep" and "Happy New Year".

Fortunately, I woke up this morning and got better. Yang Fu told me, "I don't need you to wait on me today. Take a day off and come back when you recover from your illness."

Miaomiao subconsciously shook her head, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and she felt obediently: "My body is so weak that I can't walk. My lord, can I lie here for another day?"

Yang Fu stared at her, how could he not guess her little thoughts, so he just didn't want to expose her, "Yes."

Yin Luo Miaomiao seems to have received a great gift from heaven, she can't help but smile happily.

*

Miaomiao firmly believes that the moon is the first to be near the water. She couldn't attack Yang Fu before, because the distance between the two was too far, there was only one main room between them, and she could hear his movement on the other side clearly.

It's a pity that Miaomiao made a wrong calculation. Yang Fu spent almost the whole day in Yunjinzhai, while she slept until evening. The remaining half of the brilliance struggled and danced in the distance, and disappeared in the sea of ​​clouds for a while, the sky and the earth fell into darkness and chaos, and the candle lamps were lit in the corridor, dim and hazy.

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

Yang Fu hadn't returned to Han Yuxuan yet, the servants in the courtyard were preparing dinner, they looked sideways when they saw her come out. No wonder they were curious, Prince Gein treated her a bit special, how could he let a maid sleep in the side room? Not only that, he also invited a doctor to treat her, and had a meal with her yesterday, which made people envious and curious.

Miaomiao showed a shy smile, looked around for a week and asked softly: "Is the prince not back yet?"

After finishing speaking, I heard a sneer from a maidservant wearing a peach red short jacket. She looked upright, but her face was mean, "What does it have to do with you whether the prince comes back or not? Is it up to you? I'm sorry for you, you really take yourself seriously."

Miaomiao frowned, why did this man talk like this, his mouth was 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 servant girl was choked up and couldn't speak, she turned her head and gave her an annoyed look, and wanted to speak again, but Yang Fu had already returned to the room. The room was suddenly quiet, and the maids serving dishes retreated one by one, only the little maid standing in the center of the room caught the eye. She was only wearing a moon white blouse, and a pair of small embroidered shoes under the blue skirt, she was a little hesitant.

Miaomiao retracted her thoughts, raised her eyes and smiled obediently at Yang Fu, "Thank you for taking me in, my lord. I'm much better, and I will go back tomorrow morning."

Yang Fu nodded, walked to the side to be washed by a maid, and was about to pick up the towels handed to him, when Yu Guang saw Miaomiao's bright smile. She stood aside in a dignified manner, carefully wiping the water off his hands, "I don't know how to make tea, but these things can still be done, if the prince doesn't mind, I'll take care of the wash in the future, okay? "

His eyes were full of hope, and he was fixed on him. Yang Fu thought for a moment, then bent his lips and smiled slightly, "That's fine, I'm not used to the tea you make."

It was said to be making tea, last time Miaomiao accidentally put a spoonful of fine salt, no wonder Yang Fu said she made salty soup. For the work of serving tea and water, it is better for Yuan Guanshi to find another person.

Wearing Yan Miaomiao showed joy, and the unhappiness just now was swept away.

*

Miaomiao has a little selfishness in serving the bathroom. She had only touched him in imagination before, but now she could truly feel his warm skin, which really made her heart agitate.

Originally, bathing was also included, but Yang Fu thought that she had just recovered from her illness, so he asked her to go back to the room to rest, so she didn't have to wait on him tonight. Miaomiao pursed her mouth in disappointment, and walked out step by step, turning her head three times. Then she thought that there would be more opportunities in the future, and her pace would inevitably be much more relaxed.

In the inner room, Cen Yun was tidying up Yang Fu's clothes and accessories, her slender eyebrows were twisted into a ball, looking particularly anxious.

Miaomiao couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Sister Cen Yun, what's wrong?"

Without raising her head, she continued to rummage through the vermilion lacquer closet, "The jade pendant that is a personal accessory for the prince is gone. 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 softly comforted her with good intentions: "Then you should look for it again, and you should be able to find it."

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

Miaomiao was flustered by her look, she thought she had discovered something, and rubbed her toes on the blanket, "Why are you laughing, sister Cen Yun?"

Yin Luo Cen Yun patted her on the head in relief, and said earnestly, "I didn't expect you to have such ability to make the prince anxious. I have been in the other courtyard for seven or eight years, and I rarely see him like that..." Cen Yun thought about it With words, I have great admiration for Miaomiao, "You boasted that you liked the prince earlier, but I still thought it was a fantasy. Now that I think about it, it is not impossible."

Although Yang Fu is elegant and gentle, he generally treats people aloofly and keeps a distance from maidservants, Miaomiao can be regarded as an exception.

Thinking about it carefully, he was really kind to her in every possible way, even letting her live in the side room, and even said that he would tell him if he was bullied in the future. There was a flash of light in Miaomiao's eyes, and she pestered Cen Yun and asked: "I was so burnt out yesterday that I can't remember anything, can you tell me in detail?"

Cen Yun forgot to look for something for a moment, so she described what she saw yesterday from beginning to end, including a lot of embellishments: "The prince looks very serious, he carried you to the side room, and ordered someone to invite the doctor overnight. Going home for a reunion, who wants to come here... But the prince said that he would spend a lot of money to invite people here. Later, after the doctor gave you a diagnosis and treatment, the prince left after the temperature stabilized. I have never seen him care so much about people , It’s been cheap for you.” At the end of the speech, she was a bit complaining, as if she had defiled the honorable four kings.

Miaomiao just felt that her mind was drifting away, and things that she never dared to think about before came to her mind, and the waves rolled and stirred until she was involved in the Taotao river, gradually sinking and floating.

She raised the corners of her lips stupidly, "I, I don't know..."

Cen Yun scolded her, "Of course you don't know, you're unconscious, and you're still holding on to the prince and refusing to let go."

Miaomiao didn't want to listen anymore, and after explaining to her in a few words, she walked out of the inner room and came to the side room where Yang Fu bathed. Natural hot springs are introduced into the room, and a pool of clear water flows into the other courtyard from behind the mountain, steaming and hazy.

Miaomiao did not dare to go in, but waited behind the twelve red sandalwood folding screens, both happy and anxious, and more of anticipation.

About a quarter of an hour later, Yang Fu finished bathing and changing clothes. He only wore a black satin brocade robe with a belt loosely tied around his waist. His wet hair hung down behind him, and he walked out slowly from behind the screen. Perhaps it was because of being steamed by hot water, Bai Yu's skin was flushed, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, which was different from her previous calm and ascetic appearance, revealing a little seductive charm.

Miaomiao stood in front of him, ignoring his suspicious eyes, raised her head and mustered up her courage, "My lord, can you tell me why you are so nice to me?"

Yang Fu stopped because of her sudden movement, looked back with his head down, "Miaomiao?"

Miaomiao held her breath and concentrated, afraid of being discouraged under his gaze, "You asked me to eat at the same table with you, and when I was sick, I hired a doctor for me, and allowed me to sleep in your room...My lord, are you also Like me?"

Yang Fu finally understood what she said, his jet-black pupils remained motionless, and his expression was blurred only when he was gone. He saw her nervous look in his eyes, and said after a long time: "Miaomiao, I have no feelings for you. If my actions misunderstand you, I will pay more attention in the future."

She was young and delicate, but she was strong and optimistic, which made him feel sorry for her and couldn't help wanting to treat her better. But there will be no more, she is just a little girl.