90 Days of Spring: Day 29

Bright and colorful lights are lit one by one at night, illuminating the shady lakeshore. Colorful lanterns are hung on the willow trees, thousands of lights are like stars in the sky, fiery trees and silver flowers.

Miaomiao looked up in amazement, and saw Kongming lanterns rising from the passenger boat in the center of the lake, swaying up to the starry sky in the night.

The people on the boat were all smiling and happy, but it seemed that they were a bit lonely here. Miaomiao suddenly remembered that she was waiting for Yang Fu at the inn, wondered if he had passed by now, did she think she had returned home?

Miaomiao hurriedly stood up, "I have to go back..."

Wei Ling didn't respond, he was staring behind Miaomiao with deep eyes.

Miaomiao turned her head curiously, and was startled for a moment. A few steps away, Yang Fu stood tall and straight like a bamboo, and met her gaze head-on. The surrounding light made everything clear, before Miaomiao's joy was revealed, she saw the delicate girl beside him, in the posture of a willow, weak and pitiful.

Miaomiao was slightly stunned, the two were very close to each other and had a close relationship, the girl was holding a sachet, as if she wanted to deliver it to him.

Tonight's cause and effect are suddenly clear. It turns out that he didn't show up, but he was here to meet a beautiful woman. What the Seven Kings said about being entangled with something was meeting this girl. They were making love to each other by the lake, and it was she who disturbed them. Perhaps Yang Fu didn't want to take her out at all, and only gave her the favor because he saw how pitiful she was.

She waited like a fool for an hour, thinking that he really couldn't come over.

Miaomiao feels suffocated and uncomfortable. She thought that Yang Fu would have someone she likes, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. A few days ago, he gave himself hope, but at this moment, she was defeated. She took a deep breath, her throat was dry and sore. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, she lowered her head and said calmly: "I have seen the four kings."

Yang Fu looked at her quietly, and didn't say anything to tell her to get up.

Jiang Alan gasped in confusion, "Is this someone from the prince's house?"

No one responded, and the scene was unbelievably silent.

Standing beside Yang Fu, Jiang Alan felt that he was very different from just now, his peaceful atmosphere was disturbed, and he was haunted by a gloomy and heavy air. His face was expressionless, his dark eyes fell on the little girl, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words very clearly: "Wei Ling?"

Miaomiao was startled, and looked at him in horror.

He got it!

Just now she was so focused on taking care of Wei Ling that she didn't pay attention to the movement behind her. She didn't know how long he had been standing here. She called Wei Ling's name a few times, did he hear them all?

Yang Fu stared at her closely: "You guys knew each other before Tongzhou."

At that time, she was still in the other hospital, and she mentioned the name of this person. He asked her, and she said that he had grown up with him since childhood. It can be seen from this that the relationship between the two is extraordinary, and after seeing it in the past few days, it is indeed the case.

Miaomiao lowered her head and murmured.

After being silent for a long time, Yang Fu said slowly, "Did you deceive the king, what crime do you know?"

His tone is flat, but it gives people a chilling feeling. On the surface of the seemingly calm sea, in fact, there are huge waves, which will roll out in the next moment and engulf people.

Miaomiao flinched, as if seeing Wang Ye angry for the first time, she was depressed at the moment, she didn't know how to explain: "It's all my fault, Wang Ye please punish me, it has nothing to do with Wei Ling ..."

I don't know when Wei Ling has stood up, her white shirt is covered with dust, but she is still arrogant and indifferent: "Your Majesty can tell right from wrong, you should know that this matter is not her fault."

It doesn't matter that he lost his job at the family, but she can't, she only wants to be with Yang Fu, and there are only sixty days left, so it's her last wish fulfilled.

Wei Ling's body has not fully recovered, and it is already difficult to stand up, but she is about to fall to the ground, so Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

The figures of the two under the tree are really an eyesore, Yang Fu's black eyes darkened, "Miaomiao, come back home with me, I will never blame this matter."

Miaomiao looked up: "What about Wei Ling?"

Yang Fu then looked at him, "Fifty duty with a staff, withholding monthly salary for three months, expelled from the palace."

"Don't!" Miaomiao stretched out her arms without thinking, and stood in front of Wei Ling, "He's injured now, so he can't be beaten."

As if answering her words, Wei Ling rested his head on her shoulder, and breathed weakly on her neck, warm and quick, which made her more determined to protect him.

A cold light flashed across Yang Fu's eyes, but his face remained calm, "I can forgive him, but you must return home immediately."

Miaomiao was in a dilemma, she looked at the two people standing shoulder to shoulder opposite, they looked so well-matched.

What's the point of her going back? It's better to calm down and digest this matter slowly.

Wei Ling leaned against the trunk of the willow tree, and gradually slid down, "You go back to the mansion...I will go to the inn by myself."

This sentence gave her an excuse to escape, Miaomiao supported him, and anxiously called "Wei Ling" a few times. She said: "I can't leave you alone, if you hold on for a while, I'll take you to the inn!"

Wei Ling was taller than her, and it was very difficult to carry it on her shoulders, but Miaomiao gritted her teeth and persisted. She turned her back to Yang Fu, not daring to take another look at the scene, "I can't go back now, please forgive me. After Wei Ling is settled, let the prince deal with it."

She supported Wei Ling and walked a few staggering steps, then stopped slowly: "If I embarrass the prince, you can just tell me it is right in the future, and I will definitely not pester you."

Yang Fu shrank his pupils and took half a step forward, but was blocked by Jiang Alan.

Women's intuition has always been very accurate. It is not easy for that little maid to be able to talk to the prince like this. She had a complicated face, "My lord, you and her..."

Yang Fu lowered his head, the urge to catch up gradually subsided, but the huge waves in his heart did not calm down, "Is this king not clear enough?"

Jiang Alan was taken aback, "What?"

Yang Fu's voice is indifferent: "I have no intention of marrying a wife at the moment, and I have no intention of you. I will go out with the girl tonight because of Queen Wei's request. If the girl doesn't have fun, the seventh brother will do it for me. Qi Han Farewell."

About to take a step, Jiang Alan called him again. She didn't know when tears fell down, adding a bit of weakness: "Is it because of the little maid just now that the prince rejected Alan?"

Yang Fu looked at her, "With or without her, there is no possibility between me and you."

Jiang Alan did not give up, "Even so, can the lord accept this sachet? It is my heart, please see..."

The moon white sachet is embroidered with evergreen bamboo rhyme, and the bamboo leaves are whirling, green and verdant. No wonder Queen Wei was full of praise for her embroidery work, which is really rare. Yang Fu only took one look, and took the sachet from her hand.

Jiang Alan showed joy and was about to speak when he saw an arc in front of his eyes, the calm lake surface was broken, and with a thud, something sank slowly. Her eyes widened in disbelief: "My lord, my lord?"

Yang Fu said lightly, "There is no need to do such meaningless things in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and left without leaving her the slightest expectation.

*

There are many inns on the streets of the capital, but they are all overcrowded at this time. Miaomiao took Wei Ling to find many hotels, but none of them was vacant.

The water on the shore of the lake just now was not enough to solve Wei Ling's problem. Not only his neck, but even his hands are covered with scales. Miaomiao holds his hand tightly, not daring others to see it. But going on like this is not going to work. Fortunately, I finally came across an inn with vacant rooms. Although the location is remote, it is better than nothing.

Wei Ling had money on him, so Miaomiao asked for the only remaining guest room, and helped him slowly move upstairs.

Seeing that she was having a hard time walking, the man kindly helped her: "Why don't you let the young man help this gentleman upstairs?"

Miaomiao nervously refused: "No need!"

The clerk was taken aback by her, and angrily withdrew his hand, and led the two of them to the south guest room.

After entering the house, Miaomiao asked him for a bucket of hot water, "It must be delivered as soon as possible." The man responded and left, and she closed the door and window before she dared to let go of Wei Ling's hand.

The blue-black scales were dry and dull, Miaomiao touched the back of his hand distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

It looked much more serious than her last time, but Wei Ling didn't say a word along the way, she felt even more ashamed. Wei Ling became like this, mostly because of her, if it wasn't for being with her in the palace, why bother to suffer this crime? She blinked her eyes, "It's all my fault, I insist on you coming to the capital..."

Wei Ling sat on the embroidered pier, buried her head in the crook of her neck, panting weakly: "It's all here, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Not long after, the clerk brought up the bathtub, and Miaomiao helped Wei Ling to the bed, lowered the curtains to block the sight of the outside world, and then let the clerk enter the house with confidence. The hot water was delivered one after another, and finally the bucket was half full. The man wiped his sweat panting: "If the girl has anything else, just ask."

Miaomiao nodded in thanks and sent the man out of the house.

The doors and windows were tightly closed, Miaomiao sent Wei Ling to the tub, took off his robe, and was about to take it off again, when Wei Ling grabbed his wrist and said, "No need, you go out."

Miaomiao is worried: "Then can you do it alone?"

Seeing him nodding his head, she walked around the screen step by step.

The sound of water coming from inside, presumably Wei Ling has already sat in the bathtub. Such a small place, I don't know if it is enough for him to stretch? Miaomiao was thinking wildly.

*

It was late at night, Miaomiao fell asleep on the table, and woke up without hearing any movement.

Where is Wei Ling?

She stepped into the screen, and saw half of the water in the bathtub overflowed, and Wei Ling turned back into a mermaid, with a strong and huge tail taking up a lot of space. He was taking a nap with his eyes closed, his complexion was much better than before, when he heard the movement, he slowly opened his eyes, "Liu Shui?"

Miaomiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you feeling better? Do you want to send water again?"

Wei Ling gradually woke up, stretched her muscles and bones, and leaned on the rim of the bucket with both hands to get up: "No need, I'll come out soon."

Pause, "You go out."

When a mermaid becomes a human, he has no clothes.

Miaomiao is smart now, and teased with a smile: "I don't care to watch it." Even so, she still obediently walked out of the screen.

Wei Ling is fine, it couldn't be better. Perhaps it was because his body was still weak. He came out of the shower and fell asleep on the bed not long after.

Miaomiao tucked in the quilt for him, pushed open the door and prepared to call the assistant to clean up the house. Before he could speak, he was startled by the people standing at the door.

Yang Fu didn't know when he stood outside the door, Miaomiao's first reaction was to close the door. However, he blocked it with his hand, broke into the room without any explanation, trapped Miaomiao between him and the straight lattice door, and grabbed her struggling hands.

Yang Fu stared at her for a while, his dark eyes were unfathomable, "Lonely man and widow, living in the same room. Miaomiao, have you considered the consequences?"

Miaomiao was a little annoyed: "My lord, let me go first!"

She finally calmed down, but when she saw him being disturbed again, there were ripples in circles. What she said just now by the lake was not all out of anger, she really thought so. If it caused trouble to Yang Fu, she would definitely choose to leave and never bother him again.

She lowered her head, and her words were mixed with truth and falsehood, "If the lord likes the girl just now, I won't bother you anymore... I wish you and her love and love each other forever..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Fu leaned over and kissed her lips.

His aura was overwhelming, and with cold anger, he broke into her mouth together. The lips and tongue are entangled, irresistible.