90 Days of Spring: Eleventh day

The reason why she tried so hard to please him is to go to Huayu Mountain.

Yang Fu stared at her calmly, the little maid was full of hope, and the meowing was perfectly learned, and she gently scratched her heart. He bowed his head and pondered for a long time before he said: "This trip should last for three or two days. The snow and ice on the mountain have not yet melted. Remember to bring more clothes."

Miaomiao cheered, "Good lord, no problem lord!"

Just a trip can make her so happy, it can be seen that she was really suffocated before. There was her nagging gratitude in his ear, Yang Fu smiled unconsciously, and he became more pampered towards her without even realizing it.

When tidying up the books in the attic, Miaomiao hummed a tune in a happy mood, and even worked much more quickly.

"How many lives after the ups and downs...how many glasses of wine..."

Yang Fu put down the scroll and looked at Miaomiao with black eyes, "Where did you hear this song?"

Miaomiao stepped on the twig and was struggling to place books on it. Hearing this, she turned her head and looked back, and blurted out: "Wei Ling taught me."

This is four or five years ago when Wei Ling came back from the south, he learned this song on the way, and he liked to hum it when he had nothing to do, and Miaomiao also learned it over time. She didn't quite understand the meaning in it, but she vaguely felt the pride and grandeur, and she hummed it with a bit of momentum. Today, on a whim, I sang a few lines, unexpectedly attracting Yang Fu's attention.

Yang Fu just noticed the name she said, it was not the first time she mentioned this person, but last time he didn't care. "Who is Wei Ling?"

Miaomiao thought about it, "He is the one who grew up with me."

That was the so-called childhood sweetheart. Yang Fu thought she had no relatives or friends, and didn't know that this person existed. The song Cai Miaomiao hummed just now is a famous song in the eastern part of Guangdong. Miaomiao doesn't look like someone who has been there, so he asked about it.

After this incident, Yang Fu became more interested in her life experience, "Where is your family originally?"

Miaomiao let out a cry, faltering and hawing: "It's near a water, relatively remote..."

Yang Fu looked straight at her, "Where are the parents?"

"I can't find it, I don't have parents." Miaomiao answered honestly with lowered eyes. Indeed, since she was hatched, she has never seen her mother, let alone her father. In her consciousness, the word "parents" is a very vague existence, without any feelings, let alone what family affection is. Before she fell in love with Yang Fu, Wei Ling and Hushui were her everything and her reliance.

Yang Fu misunderstood what she meant, so he didn't say any more, but unfortunately he still couldn't concentrate.

This girl has a poor background and was bullied in the backyard, but she is still optimistic and positive, never complaining about others. Such a precious quality is rare nowadays, like a ray of light breaking into the window in the morning, soft and dazzling, straight to the heart.

Miaomiao is diligent in doing things, and in a short time the attic is tidy and tidy, giving it a brand new look. She stood in front of the bookshelf with her hips on her hips, quite satisfied with her results, "I don't know how long it has been unattended, the shelf is covered with a layer of dust, let me clean it up."

The little face is covered with dust, like the snowy dog ​​outside, with a few dusty places, funny and ridiculous.

Yang Fu said casually: "I'll come back in a few days and sort out the books in the attic by category. I messed up the order when I posted the books last time. It's very difficult to find books now."

Miaomiao is inevitably distressed, "But I don't know how to divide..."

Yang Fu asked, "Are you literate?"

Miaomiao shook her head honestly. It was not easy for her to learn to speak, let alone read and write. These books all look the same in front of her, how can she tell them apart?

It's normal for a little girl to be illiterate, so Yang Fu didn't doubt it, "The ones with historical records are classified into one category, and everyone's theory is divided into one category. In addition..." In the middle of the sentence, Miaomiao's face was full of confusion, He sighed softly, "I'll teach you after I come back from Huayu Mountain. I'm fine today, so go down."

Miaomiao escaped a catastrophe, and answered clearly and resoundingly: "Okay."

While talking about it while leaving the attic alive and kicking, Yang Fu looked at her back for a while, until the little maid disappeared behind the screen, and laughed dumbfounded.

*

He was sluggish yesterday, but today he seems to be a different person, with a beaming smile all the time. Cen Yun looked at Miaomiao wonderingly, the little girl under the candlelight was having fun, "What's the happy event today?"

Miaomiao took out two thousand-layer steamed buns from her bosom, which she asked for from the kitchen master specially, and saved them for dinner at night. In the past two days, she ate on time, didn't pick and choose, and ate all the meals that were assigned to her, which surprised Cen Yun.

Now she is eating steamed buns with relish again, Cen Yun was dumbfounded, "Miaomiao you... What's wrong with you these two days, you eat more than me..."

Miaomiao held her hand seriously and stroked her cheek, "Sister Cen Yun, take a look for me, am I getting fatter?"

The corner of Cen Yun's mouth twitched, could this be the reason? When the palm of my hand touched her cheek, it felt delicate and smooth to the touch. Although she didn't grow much flesh, it did change a lot compared to ten days ago. What's more, Miaomiao's changes in the past two days are particularly obvious. Her small face is white, tender and moist, coupled with her bright smile, she is extremely lovable and cute.

Cen Yun felt a little relieved, "It's great that you can think so. I was really too thin a while ago, and the little girl should be raised to be round and round."

Miaomiao hummed twice, agreeing with her words for the first time, "So, sister Cen Yun, can you keep it a secret for me? Master Xu left me steamed buns. If the prince finds out, he might be punished."

Cen Yun smiled slightly, "Okay, eat quickly."

Miaomiao ate with peace of mind, her brows and eyes curled up in satisfaction. In the past two days, she forced herself to eat, and she was not so repulsed by human food. Instead, she felt that the taste was good, and she could taste the deliciousness more and more. Cen Yun boiled a pot of hot water to wipe her body. The room was narrow and there was no screen to cover her. Miaomiao ate the steamed buns and watched without blinking, "Can I help?"

Cen Yun has long been accustomed to this way, and calmly looked at her, "Eat yours."

Miaomiao groaned, thinking that she hadn't bathed for a few days, her heart was itchy, and she couldn't help but want to soak in the water.

Wei Ling once said that as long as the water does not touch the water in a large area, nothing will happen, but what does it mean to touch the water in a large area? It's okay for her to wash her face and hands now, so she doesn't need to worry anymore?

Despite thinking so, Miaomiao still dare not try lightly for the sake of safety. She watched enviously when Cen Yun finished wiping, her whole body was refreshed, while she could only wash her face and apply the ointment Wei Ling gave her. The winter is bearable, but now that it is spring and the weather is getting warmer, it will stink if you don't take a bath at that time...

*

In the past two days, the four kings have rarely been in the other courtyard. I heard that they have returned to the city to pick out good horses and prepare for the hunting in the future.

At first, I wanted to try to be quiet, but in the end I still couldn't hide. The prince is arrogant and suspicious by nature. One more thing is worse than one less thing. It's better to follow his heart and save a lot of trouble.

When Yang Fu is not here, Miaomiao is listless and sighs out of boredom, "When will the prince come back?"

Cen Yun guessed her little thoughts, cast a glance at her, didn't look at the occasion, and talked nonsense, "It will probably be in the evening, you go and boil a pot of hot water, get ready Wait for the prince to wash for a while."

Miaomiao let out a muffled oh, and walked out of the main room listlessly. She hadn't seen Yang Fu in the past two days, he left early and returned late, and he didn't take her turn to be on duty both times, so she didn't have a chance to meet him. Miaomiao was afraid that he would forget what he had promised her, and planned to remind him when he came back.

The kitchen was boiling with hot water, and Miaomiao was holding a gourd ladle in both hands and pouring it into a copper bowl, looking down at the road, and carrying it carefully back to the room.

Miaomiao pretended to be troubled, and didn't notice the person approaching suddenly in front of her. Miaomiao exclaimed, and it was too late to react, she quickly turned her wrist to change direction, most of the scalding hot water was splashed outside the corridor. Even so, there was still a lot of splash on the back of the hand, but the other party dodged in time, stood a few steps away and watched coldly, "What's the matter with you walking, don't you know how to look at people?"

Miaomiao looked up and saw a maid wearing an apricot-red short coat, and always felt that the other person looked familiar, "Didn't you bump into it?"

The other party glared at her, "It's because you don't have eyes!"

After saying that, he walked around her and walked towards the corridor.

It was only then that Miaomiao remembered that she was the one who satirized her that day... At that time, Miaomiao was suffering from a cold and stayed in the side room of Han Yuxuan, and she was ridiculed by her. Miaomiao pouted and stared at her back. She clearly did it on purpose, but she was blaming someone else? This man is too much!

There was no other way, so she had to go back to the kitchen to get hot water. Fortunately, there was no accident this time, and she was safely sent to the main room. It's a pity that Yang Fu didn't come back until twilight fell. The basin of water was cooled and changed again and again, until finally Cen Yun asked her to go back first, and Miaomiao left unwillingly.

Has he forgotten? Didn't the promise to take her to Huayu Mountain tomorrow count?

She didn't even care about the burns on her hands, and she was thinking about it all night, feeling restless. It wasn't until Cen Yun called her up the next morning that she opened her eyes in a daze: "So early?"

Cen Yun yelled, more anxious than her, "My lord is going to Huayu Mountain today, if you don't get up early to clean up, you will be left behind!"

Wearing the words, Miaomiao suddenly became clear and sat up on the bed. This trip Yang Fu only brought eight servants and four maidservants, Miaomiao and Cen Yun were among them, and he was going to leave soon. Miaomiao was in a hurry to put on her clothes, shoes and socks. She didn't even clean up her clothes, so she randomly stuffed two clothes into her bag, and hurried to the main room of Hanyuxuan.

It is said that Yang Fu only returned at midnight last night, but now he is already up, fully dressed, standing in front of the Eight Immortals table with his hands behind his back.

Miaomiao was very nervous when she went out for the first time, so she followed Cen Yun to call the prince, and waited obediently by her side.

It was not yet dawn, Han Yuxuan was shrouded in a layer of rich black, and a giant candle was lit on the stage, illuminating the room in a bright light. Yang Fu raised his eyes and looked, in just two days, the little maid seemed to have changed a lot. The face finally grew some flesh, and the pink cheeks were delicate and tender, like a budding flower bone, delicate and charming.