90 Days of Spring: Day 23

The cold river water wrapped her small figure, and she disappeared in a short while, disappearing into the vast canal.

When the people on the shore arrived, they could no longer find her. Yang Fu tightly clenched the hand holding the railing, recovered from the shock, and his expression was unprecedentedly condensed.

Leshan Leshui rushed over after hearing the sound, and was very surprised to see Bi Ru beside him. "My lord, this is..."

"Miaomiao has fallen into the water." Yang Fu said, "Notify the people on board to drop anchor immediately!"

The two arrived late, so they didn't see the scene where Miaomiao was pushed into the water. Le Shan went to the branch boatman to stop the boat, and Le Shui glanced at Bi Ru who was trying to escape in front of him, and asked in puzzlement, "Isn't this the maid of the house?"

As early as when Yang Fu came, Bi Ru quietly hid aside, looking for opportunities to escape. What she did just now was seen by Yang Fu, the prince will definitely not let her go, but she doesn't regret it, **** that **** Miaomiao, who taught her to hurt herself so badly!

But the prince's aura is terrible, as if shrouded in a thick layer of smog, darker than the moonlight above his head. When he looked at himself, his eyes were deep and cold, completely no longer as warm as before, and the chill penetrated into her bones. Bi Ru trembled violently, turned around and fled subconsciously.

Le Shui jumped in front of her, and easily dragged her to Yang Fu with the hem of her skirt, "My lord, what should I do?"

In front of Le Shui, who practiced martial arts all the year round, Bi Ru was completely helpless and was thrown to the ground like a rag. She struggled twice and tried to get up, but many burns had not healed on her body, coupled with her panic, she fell many times but still failed, she crawled and squirmed at Yang Fu's feet.

Yang Fu leaned over and grabbed her chin, and looked at her with silent black eyes: "Bi Ru, how many years have you been in the other courtyard?"

These eyes are bottomless, and they are clearly very close, but they can't see the slightest emotion. Being watched by him, as if his soul was going to be plundered away, Bi Ru flinched for no reason, "It's been five years, my lord, this maidservant has been serving you for nearly five years! Could it be better than that maidservant who just came?"

Yang Fu's fingers slowly descended, and in an instant, he strangled her slender neck, and said in an indifferent voice, "What are you comparing with her? Are you taking your life?"

The breath was suddenly suffocated, and Biru grabbed his wrist impatiently, whimpering and trying to get rid of the pain. But she couldn't shake Yang Fu at all, the hand holding her neck was like an iron arm, her breathing gradually became weak, and her face turned blue. Finally realizing how Miaomiao felt just now, she looked at Yang Fu unwillingly, "Why..."

That was just an insignificant maid, why did the prince kill himself for her sake?

A prince should be gentle and gentle, and treat his servants with generosity... But he became ruthless and cold because of a servant girl. This is not the prince, not the prince she knew!

Bi Ru struggled with all her strength and rushed towards Yang Fu like crazy, but was stopped by Le Shui in time. Le Shui took out the long sword she was wearing with her, pierced it into her shoulder, and nailed it tightly to the deck on the ground. The blood that flowed from her body soaked the ground, and Bi Ru couldn't move even if she wanted to. She laughed in despair, and the night sky looked very strange.

*

The blessing boat has sailed a long way, and there is still no sign of stopping.

Going back to Leshan, he clasped his fists and knelt down to Yang Fu: "The subordinates are incompetent. The helmsman said that he can't park the boat at will, and he must stop at the next pier."

Yang Fu su Rong, "Take me there."

Le Shan got up to lead the way and came to the stern. The man at the helm had an impression of Leshan, and waved away without waiting for anyone to speak, "There are so many people on board, how can you stop because of you, who will be responsible for the chaos later?"

Le Shan explained: "One of our maids fell into the water, we must go down and look for it in time!"

Unexpectedly, he said: "The water in this river is very fast, and there is no possibility of surviving if you fall into it. I think you should save it! Why don't you keep this thought and go back to give people a grand funeral. "

What the boatman said is not unreasonable, the water in the canal is deep and urgent, not to mention it is night, the possibility of salvage is almost zero. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he really didn't want to waste his efforts. There were still a hundred and eighty people waiting on the boat, so he knew the priorities.

"After docking tomorrow morning, go back and look for it, maybe you can find the body on another shore..." The boatman shook his head, and was about to continue persuading him, when he saw a white light flashing by, a Panlong mutton jade pendant Appearing in front of the eyes, the word "four" is carved in the middle of the jade pendant, the handwriting is strong, hard and willful.

Yang Fu said: "I ordered you to stop the boat immediately."

There is a folk legend that the current sage advocates harmony. In order to ensure the respect of his sons and brothers, he used the best suet white jade to create a jade pendant for each of the nine people, and engraved the corresponding number on each of them. The numbers on it were written by the sage himself, and then copied and carved by craftsmen. The sage loves his son deeply, and it was once passed down as a good story. It can be said that the dragon has nine sons, each of which is different.

Of course the boatman had heard of it, but he didn't expect that one of the kings was on his boat. Seeing this man's extraordinary demeanor and dignified demeanor, he didn't seem to be lying, and his legs softened immediately, "Fools have eyes but no eyes, see the four kings..."

Yang Fu stared, "Do as the king said just now."

"Yes, yes, the foolish people will order people to anchor at the bottom of the water!" The boatman called the man in an unsteady tone, and explained the matter, ignoring the man's dull eyes, he called anxiously: "Go!"

The guy responded in a daze, and acted according to his orders.

Not long after, the blessing boat stopped slowly on the river surface, the night wind was blowing, and the river surface was calm. At this time, many people on the ship had returned to their cabins to rest, so few people noticed the movement of the ship. A few people standing on the deck scratched their heads in puzzlement, and shouted to the stern: "Helmsman, why is the ship not moving?"

There was not much movement, the boatman turned a deaf ear to it, and tried to flatter Yang Fu, changing his composure just now: "The boat has stopped, look..."

Yang Fu stepped out of the house and told Le Shan, "Call the men who can swim in the boat and go into the water to find someone." He paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "We must find Miaomiao tonight."

Le Shan lowered his head: "Yes."

Fortunately, the boat didn't sail very far, and it should be too late to find it now. Leshan found a dozen or so men, the sound of falling into the water continued to be heard on the deck, the lights on the boat were brightly lit, someone was holding an oil lamp beside Yang Fu, waiting for the news with him. Time passed by, and there was no news of Miaomiao, and there was no trace of her underwater, as if she had disappeared out of thin air.

Yang Fu's heart sank gradually, as if being tightly held by a pair of hands, and slowly pulled into a boundless abyss. He remained expressionless, staring at the water surface in the distance, and when he closed his eyes, he saw the scene before Miaomiao fell into the water. She stretched out her hand to him, as if asking him for help, and finally fell into the water before he arrived. Throwing his slender body into the river, the light-colored figure fell without warning, leaving a **** trace on his heart.

The river water in the early spring was icy cold, and many people's limbs became stiff from the cold. Le Shan poked his head out of the water, "My lord, I've searched all the waters around, but I haven't seen that maid."

At this time, I don't know who said too much: "It's been an hour, and I haven't found it yet. I think it's more ominous..."

Yang Fu closed his eyes, and his cold voice blended into Night Breeze: "Keep looking."

Leshan was speechless for a while, and dived back into the water.

*

After tossing around for most of the night and still not being found, everyone believed that Miaomiao was bound to die.

Even if there was a huge reward, most of the men were unwilling to go into the water again, and climbed back to the deck one by one, their lips were black and purple from the cold, and they were trembling all over.

Yang Fu took off his outer robe and jumped into the water regardless of Leshan Leshui's obstruction, "I will look for it myself."

It was too late when they wanted to stop, Yang Fu had already dived into the water. Although the two felt cold, the safety of the prince was more important at this time, so they gritted their teeth and followed behind him. They knew that the lord was not good at swimming, so they stood on the boat all the time. But this time Yang Fu dived into the depths of the river bottom, opened his eyes, there were only rocks, water plants and swimming fish at the bottom of the water, no one at all.

Nothing.

The surface of the river was calm, and it took a long time for a few figures to emerge one after another, and the watching crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Leshan Leshui sent Yang Fu back to the boat, his complexion was very pale due to long time diving. Miaomiao should be here, but they searched almost all over here, but they couldn't find her, which was really weird. Another possibility is that she was swept away by the current, which would be even more ominous. Yang Fu's brows were stained with frost, his slender figure stood tall like a pine tree, although his clothes were completely wet, he could not hide his demeanor.

The boat has been parked for a long time, and the boatman tentatively said: "My lord, there are still so many people waiting. If you don't leave in time, you won't be able to make it to the next pier tomorrow..."

Yang Fu remained silent, as if he had never heard of it.

Gradually, not only the boat owners, but also many boat passengers expressed their dissatisfaction. You yelled without saying a word: "When are you going to leave? Everyone is gone. From this point of view, I can't find it. Maybe I was washed away. Which shore has gone..."

They did not reveal their identities, only the boatman knew.

After a long silence, Yang Fu said, "Let's set sail."

The boatman breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk to the stern when he suddenly heard a shallow singing voice in his ear. When he looked back, everyone was puzzled. It seemed that not only him, but everyone else heard it. The singing voice changed from shallow to deep, and gradually drifted into everyone's ears. Its voice was melodious and melodious, just like the sound of nature.

Beautiful singing hovered over the boat, and the calm river suddenly became restless. It seemed to be in line with this song, it was very lively.

The boatman couldn't even stand still: "Hey, what's going on..."

Someone said in fear: "Isn't there a water ghost here? Did the maid be dragged to the bottom of the water..."

The boatman didn't dare to finish listening, so he ran back to the stern and ordered his man Yang Fan to set sail and sail out of this place of right and wrong.

After all the people on the deck dissipated, only Yang Fu was left standing at the bow. The robe on his body fluttered in the wind, emitting a faint scent of orchid osmanthus. It was as if her chest had been hollowed out, and she couldn't tell what it was like, but Miaomiao's frown and smile always appeared in front of her eyes, she looked at him with clear and clean eyes, and softly called him the prince...

Le Shan asked behind him: "My lord, what should Bi Ru do?"

Yang Fu said lightly: "No one will be left alive."

His kindness varies from person to person, and Biru has repeatedly violated his bottom line, so she can no longer stay.

Not long after, Bi Ru was dragged out of the deck, she was no doubt dead, her body was weak due to excessive blood loss, and she had no power to resist. Le Shan pierced her chest with a sword, watched her die in front of her, threw her into the river in one fell swoop, and gradually disappeared.

The sky was dark and the night was low, so no one saw the figure jumping down from the stern of the ship.

His black robe was swallowed by the river and disappeared in an instant.

*

The cool water wrapped around her and kept pulling her to the depths of the river bottom. Miaomiao was half awake, opened her eyes in a daze, looked at the hull of the blessing boat above, and slowly regained consciousness.

She was pushed into the water by Biru, as if she heard the voice of the prince...

There was a tingle in her legs, and Miaomiao suddenly woke up. She fell into the water and was about to turn back into a mermaid!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the skin on her legs to fall off gradually, replaced by silver-white scales, and her legs gradually closed, turning into a flexible and beautiful fish tail... Miaomiao's strength has recovered a lot, and she turned around, The tail fin draws a graceful arc in the water and swims to the other side of the current.

She couldn't let Yang Fu see her appearance at this moment, she swam a long way before she surfaced to reveal her head. Looking at the water surface by the moonlight, it was indeed her own face. This body is really miraculous, and she can switch freely between the two bodies.

It was too late to express emotion, the blessing boat in the distance had stopped sailing, and Miaomiao saw people jumping into the water from the bow of the boat, as if they were looking for someone.

They searched all around, and a few people swam towards Miaomiao. She was startled, and hurried to hide in the distance again.

There is a river bank nearby, the bank is full of weeds half the height of a person, like a mountain village that has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no one left. Miaomiao was sitting on the shore, looking at the crowd who were constantly searching in the distance, feeling sour when she looked at it. The prince spent so much trouble in order to find her, does it mean that he cares about her a little bit?

But she can't show up now, Miaomiao is heartbroken, she really wants to show up in front of him, tell him not to worry, she is safe and well.

Until late at night, I thought they were going to leave, but I didn't expect Yang Fu to go into the water himself. The merman's eyes are very bright at night, and he can see things in the distance clearly. Miaomiao felt anxious and dived into the water without thinking.

The water here is fast-moving, and there are rocks standing upright at the bottom of the river. She can come and go freely in it, but it doesn't mean that Yang Fu can too. Yang Fu has been swimming far away, almost reaching the river bank where Miaomiao is, and Miaomiao is just under the water, only a few feet away. For her, it couldn't be any closer.

If he could see herself, she would tell him honestly and tell him everything... After making up her mind, Miaomiao's heart was beating like a drum, feeling uneasy.

Watching Yang Fu getting closer and closer, she twisted her hands into a ball, both nervous and expectant. Just when Miaomiao thought Yang Fu saw him, he froze and sank into the water. Miaomiao's heart was in a ball, and she was about to step forward to save him, but Le Shan Le Shui from behind arrived in time and helped him out of the water.

Miaomiao didn't have time to make a move, so she stopped suddenly, watching them turn back, she couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or joy.

Leaning her back against the river bank, with her arms folded, her lips parted slightly, she murmured a nursery rhyme from her childhood. The mermaid's voice is beautiful and pleasant, and his singing is melodious. It's hard to find a song. Miaomiao's voice is mixed with thousands of emotions, the music is lingering, like weeping and complaining, and the clear and melodious voice hovers in people's hearts, making people fascinated by listening to it.

Many people on board were attracted by the singing, and the intermittent sound resounded on the river, which was the most touching swan song in the world.

If the scene that followed was not too weird, it would surely attract more people to appreciate it. Swimming fish rushed to the surface of the water, circling around Miaomiao, playing short songs one after another in undulating waves.

Singing sounds surround the water section here throughout the night.

*

The scorching sun rises on the river bank, and the breeze blows slowly, wrinkling the illusion of calm on the river surface, and the blue waves are sparkling.

Miaomiao opened her eyes, her first reaction was to look into the water. Fortunately, it has changed back. She stretched out her legs and stood on the shore, looking around, almost fell into the water.

"Wei, Wei Ling?"

The person sitting cross-legged leaning on the camphor wood in front of him, closing his eyes and meditating, is undoubtedly Wei Ling! But he was not on the boat, and when was he here?

Wei Ling opened her eyes, disapproving of her surprised appearance, "Are you awake?"

Miaomiao nodded in a daze, "Why are you here?"

He got up lazily, brushed the dirt off his body, "There was such a commotion on the boat last night, that a little maid fell into the water, how could I not know it. I went into the water and saw that it was really you."

Miaomiao pursed her lips in shame.

Wei Ling glanced at her and walked ahead, "It's fine as long as it's all right. First go ahead to see if there is anyone home, change into clean clothes, and maybe you can reach the next pier before dark."

Miaomiao followed behind him step by step, "The next pier? Aren't we going to the capital?"

To say that this girl is stupid, she is really stupid to the extreme. Wei Ling brushed aside the branches and leaves, her voice was lukewarm, "Since something happened to you, Yang Fu will definitely disembark at the next pier and look for your trace along the way. If you are lucky, you might even find a dead body."

There are many weeds in the forest, and there are many stones lying on the road, making it very difficult to walk. Miaomiao was whipped by a branch from time to time, followed closely behind Wei Ling with a whimper, never leaving a single step.

After thinking about it, she felt that what Wei Ling said made sense, but she disagreed with one thing, "I'm not dead yet."

Wei Ling refused to comment. Under such circumstances, almost everyone on the boat believed that she would die. She can survive, it can be called a blessing.

Passing half of the hill, Miaomiao walked weakly, mouth parched, and finally saw a few houses in the distance.

She cheered and took two quick steps with joy: "Wei Ling, I see someone!"

Wei Ling, yes, "In the past."

The terrain here is difficult and the location is remote. There is only one small village with a total of ten families. The villagers were simple and enthusiastic. Seeing the two people coming from a distance, they described them as embarrassed, so they quickly invited them to their homes to entertain them. Miaomiao and Wei Ling were received by a family of two, both in their forties. The villagers called the boy Shiliu and the girl Shisao.

"It seems to me that you two came from afar. Some kind of disaster has caused you to end up in our place?" Mrs. Shi brought tea to the two. Now, it's a bit embarrassing to use it as an entertainment.

Fortunately, Miaomiao doesn't know how to taste tea, so she drank it all in one gulp, and looked at Mrs. Shi eagerly, "Can I have another bowl?"

Sister-in-law Shi replied repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

As she spoke, she picked up the copper hanging and added tea to her bowl. This time Miaomiao had a good drink, and said sweetly with her eyes bent, "Thank you Mrs. Shi."

After being married for many years, Mrs. Shi has two sons and has always wanted a daughter. She loves the well-behaved and sensible Miaomiao very much. She groaned, and looked between Wei Ling and her, "You two don't look like siblings, maybe..."

Miaomiao blinked, "He is my elder brother."

One sentence dispelled all Mrs. Shi's daydreams, she smiled and said, "That's how it is."

Wei Ling bowed his head and did not explain. He held the edge of the bowl with his hand, whirled at the gap, and narrated the experiences of the two of them.

He said that they were about to go to the capital, but they did not expect to encounter villains on board, trying to murder them for money. They were pushed into the water and rolled to the shore, where they found it after a long walk. Half of it is true and false, but the people here are so sincere, they naturally believe in his words.

Sister-in-law Shi found them two pieces of clothes, "You can make do with these clothes first, the material is a bit old, don't dislike them..."

The clothes given to Wei Ling were Erlang Shi's. Since there is no daughter in the family, Miaomiao's clothes were worn by Mrs. Shi when she was young. Both of them are talkative masters, and they went into the house respectively and changed into fresh clothes.

Wei Ling is tall and thin, Erlang's clothes are not suitable for him. The sleeves and trouser legs are short, but the clothes are very loose, which looks strange. Embarrassed, Mrs. Shi went into the room and found Shi Liu's clothes from when she was young, and turned around a lot this time. Covering him in a coarse cloth gown, he can still wear a handsome and arrogant look. It really makes people compare with others, which makes people mad.

Miaomiao changed into Mrs. Shi's clothes. Under the indigo blouse was a moon-white skirt with plum patterns around the cuffs, which was considered exquisite here. Her hair fell apart in the water, and now it was casually braided into a whip hanging on her chest. Her long black hair set off her small face as white as jade, and her dark eyes were open in confusion, looking like a village girl. .

Wei Ling took a look, covered her lips and looked away.

At this time, Shi Liu prepared the food and invited them to eat outside. At first, I thought the two of them were not used to the rough tea and light food eaten by the people in the mountain village, but they didn't expect them to say anything. Especially the little girl looked so hungry that she drank two bowls of millet porridge and half a steamed bun.

Sister-in-law Shi looked at Huanxi and kept picking up vegetables for her: "Eat more, and you will grow faster by eating more vegetables." Her tone seemed to treat Miaomiao like a child.

However, Miaomiao is very sensitive to these words. She wants to grow up quickly, so she puts all the dishes that Mrs. Shi put into her stomach, and finally she is so full that she can't move on the table. Wei Ling looked at her with contempt, raised her hand and knocked on her forehead, "You deserve it, why did you eat so much?"

Miaomiao pursed her lips, "There is a saying, it's called hospitality."

She has grown up beside Yang Fu, but she has learned those words that are eloquent.

Wei Ling got up and walked outside the house, took out some of the money on her body and handed it to the couple, and asked them if there was any vehicle going out of the mountain nearby. At first Mrs. Shi Liushi was unwilling to accept it, but finally saw that Wei Ling was not moving at all, so she accepted it.

"There is a family in the east of the village, we call him Old Uncle Shi. His family has a bullock cart, and it seems that he is going to town today." Mrs. Shi told the truth, and pushed Shi Liu, " You take them there, and talk to Old Uncle Shi by the way."

Shi Liu is a straightforward person, so he agreed immediately.

After Wei Ling thanked her, she and Miaomiao walked east together.

Oxcarts were parked in front of a family, and it looked like they were about to leave soon. Shi Liu hurriedly went forward and said a few words with Old Uncle Shi, roughly explaining their purpose of coming. Old Uncle Shi looked at the two of them and spoke very well: "Come up, I can only send you to the town, and I can't do anything else."

Wei Ling said: "That's enough, thank you, old man."

He got into the car with Miaomiao, and the ox cart drove along the mountain road, and came to the town steadily all the way.

*

The town is convenient for driving. After saying goodbye to Old Uncle Shi, the two rented a carriage and headed all the way to Tongzhou.

The blessing boat should arrive at chen this morning, but due to the accident last night, it will be delayed by two or three hours. They drove on the road, and they would arrive in the evening at the earliest.

Miaomiao didn't speak all the way, and looked out of the window restlessly, thinking how to explain to Yang Fu, which seemed more reasonable.

Wei Ling crossed her legs and fell asleep leaning against the wall of the car, very leisurely, her expression was very different from Miaomiao's.

Finally arrived at Tongzhou before the twilight, Miaomiao stepped on the footstool to get off the car, and subconsciously looked towards the pier. Wei Ling paid the money, and did not urge her, but followed her leisurely.

After asking the way, Miaomiao strode towards the pier. Although she hadn't figured out how to explain it, she couldn't wait to see Yang Fu. He almost had an accident yesterday, I don't know how the situation is now, is he alright?

From a distance, I could see many people around the pier, who seemed to be guarded by officers and soldiers, and many people stopped and watched, whispering to each other.

Even though there were so many people, Miaomiao still saw the person in the middle at a glance. He was still in the same clothes as yesterday, and he was listening to the report from the officers and soldiers below, with deep frowns and a rare seriousness. In just one night, he seemed to be quite haggard. He squeezed the center of his brows with a tired expression, and whispered to his subordinates.

Miaomiao wanted to go forward, but was stopped by officers and soldiers, "Who are you?"

Miaomiao opened her mouth, and called out two words that lingered on the tip of her tongue a thousand times: "My lord..."

Yang Fu seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look.

A few steps away stood a delicate little maid, she was wearing the simplest coarse clothes, without any hair ornaments on her head, but she looked extremely charming. Perhaps it was because of a day's driving, her complexion was pale, and she looked over pitifully, her pair of watery eyes embedded in her slapped face, she was even more charming.

Yang Fu didn't listen to his subordinates, and walked towards her.

The officers and soldiers who stopped Miaomiao did not react, and stood there in a daze, pretending to be a prince with something to tell him.

Yang Fu pushed aside the long sword in his hand, stared at the little girl for a while, leaned over and took her into his arms, "Miaomiao..."

He never wanted to experience this feeling of regaining what was lost again.