90 Days of Spring: The thirty-first day

The room was quiet and silent.

Miaomiao came to the inner room to see that there was no one on the bed. She touched the temperature of the quilt, and it was cold. Wei Ling didn't know when she left, and didn't even say a word to her.

Did he get seriously injured and didn't want her to know, so he left in such a hurry? Thinking of the possibility of his abnormality yesterday, Miaomiao was even more worried, where did he go? Did she go back to another hospital, or went to another place, Miaomiao realized that she had no way of doing it.

Yang Fu walked into the room, looked at the anxious little girl in front of the bed, he stood behind the folding screen, without saying a word.

Suddenly remembered something, Miaomiao took out a piece of crystal jade from her clothes, and was about to speak, when she turned her head and saw a person still standing in the room, she suddenly squeezed the stone tightly in her hand, and said in a conferring tone, "My lord... ..." She pursed her lips, "Can you go out..."

Yang Fu looked at her calmly, and after a while he nodded slowly, turned around and walked out of the room.

When he left, Miaomiao checked the doors and windows anxiously, and only after confirming that they were closed tightly did she take out the bloodstone and held it in her palm, and called cautiously: "Wei Ling?"

This is the first time she has used a blood stone, and Miaomiao is not very familiar with it. After waiting for a long time without getting a response, she recited again unwillingly: "Weiling, Weiling, where are you?"

For a long time, the blood stone gradually warmed up in her palm, and the blood inside flowed along the lines of the white jade, and Wei Ling's voice came out in a low voice: "I am outside the city."

Miaomiao stared at Yushi in surprise, and asked eagerly: "Where are you outside the city? I'll look for you right away. Why did you leave suddenly? Are you in good health?"

There was a rustling wind inside, Wei Ling said quietly, "You don't have to come here, I will leave right away."

It was only then that she understood what he meant. Miaomiao was about to walk out the door when she suddenly stopped and stared blankly at the glowing stone in her palm. It's not that she doesn't understand, it's just that she is deliberately avoiding it. She doesn't want to believe that Wei Ling will really leave her alone.

But Wei Ling really left, he was going to another place, not staying by her side anymore.

Miaomiao pursed her mouth sadly, and a soreness rushed into her eyes, "Then why did you leave...I'm really worried about you, really..."

She squatted by the table, her voice was crying: "Did I do something wrong and made you angry again? That's why you have to leave."

After a long distance, Wei Ling's voice was sent here, and he sighed inaudibly, "It has nothing to do with you, it's just that I want to leave. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Miaomiao reluctantly: "Then why don't you stay and stay in the palace with me? I will go and ask the prince to forgive you..."

Outside the city in the distance, there are green trees. The wind blows slowly, the leaves whirled, and there was a mournful sound above the head, like a little girl's sad pleading.

One person and one rider stopped by the side of the road. Wei Ling looked at the city gate in the distance. He held a blood stone identical to Miaomiao's in his hand, and her lingering voice was coming out.

Stay here... stay with me in the palace...

He finally couldn't help but said: "Liu Shui, I don't want to be with you in this way."

Miaomiao couldn't understand this sentence, "Then what method? What's the difference?"

There is a difference, Wei Ling tightened the reins, turned around, and drove towards the official road with a sound. The smoke and dust kicked up several waves of dust, and the horse's hooves clattered, trampling on the tip of his heart one by one. The camphor trees on both sides of the road receded quickly, and the mountains in the distance rolled up and down, forming an ancient picture scroll.

He wanted to stay by her side openly, protect her from the wind and rain, and be her only reliance.

It's a pity that she can't. With that person by her side, she doesn't need him anymore.

Miaomiao on the other end got no response, only heard the whistling wind, and called several times anxiously. Wei Ling finally slowed down, and finally said: "I will go back when you need me."

After all, the light of the bloodstone gradually dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary jade. He stuffed it into the skirt of his clothes, stopped galloping forward, and walked slowly into the distance.

*

Wei Ling really left, Miaomiao sat in the room for a long time, but still did not accept this reality.

She leaned on the table, thinking about Wei Ling's last words, what do you mean when you need him? She needed him so much all the time, so why did he leave?

The door panel was knocked, she had no time to take care of it, and buried herself in her arms and let out a lazy snort.

Then the straight door was pushed open, and Le Shang stood by the door and called her: "The chariot is ready, the prince is waiting for you downstairs."

Miaomiao raised her head and followed behind him listlessly, her whole body was like an eggplant beaten by frost, listless. She stepped on the footstool to get into the carriage, entered through the curtain, and subconsciously chose a corner to sit down.

Yang Fuxuan said to her, "Come here."

Like an abandoned lap dog, Miaomiao sniffed pitifully and sat down beside Yang Fu obediently, "My lord, Wei Ling is really gone."

Yang Fu turned a deaf ear, reached out and hugged her on his lap, rubbing her hairy head with his big palm: "Isn't there still a king?"

She grabbed his sleeve cautiously, pressed her forehead against his chest, and sobbed softly: "But, I can't bear him."

Yang Fu pinched her soft little hand with his backhand, his black eyes darkened, he raised her small, thin chin, and forced her to face him: "Miaomiao, do you still remember what I said last night?"

Miaomiao shook her head, she said too much last night, she had already forgotten: "What did I say?"

Yang Fu told her patiently: "You said you like this king, and you want to stay with me forever." He is like a black panther patiently hunting, and he is good at seducing his prey, "So you can't always think about others, understand Is it?"

She was so tired last night that she couldn't remember many things afterwards. The memory was vague, as if Yang Fu kissed her again, coaxed her to say a lot, and finally she was almost out of breath, so she begged him to stop. Later, later she fell asleep...

Miaomiao blinked her watery eyes, looking together? She said that?

But seeing Yang Fu's serious face, it didn't look like a fake, so she hesitated and explained: "I'm talking in my sleep, I can't take it seriously!"

She knows what it means to stay together forever, so she doesn't dare to make a promise easily. She is leaving in sixty days, so what can she do to fulfill her promise?

Yang Fu was expressionless, chewing on her words word by word, "Talking in a dream?"

Oops, he's angry. Miaomiao immediately forgot her depression, and quickly changed her words: "No, it's the truth, of course I want to stay with the prince forever!"

Yang Fu's expression didn't soften, he stared at her and gave a lukewarm hum.

"I like the lord the most." She resorted to her trump card and shook Yang Fu's sleeves with a bitter expression, "Don't be angry with me, the lord."

Yang Fu narrowed his eyes and nodded his handsome face with his fingertips.

The chariot walked very smoothly, and Miaomiao nestled her whole body in his arms, watching his movements in puzzlement: "Huh?"

Yang Fu only explained to this stupid girl: "Kiss here."

Miaomiao's cheeks turned red in an instant. Since yesterday, she has been living in a dream, so ethereal that it is unreal. She quietly looked at Yang Fu's expression, saw him looking out of the window, raised her head and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

The soft touch still remained on the skin, Yang Fu turned his gaze, and saw her watery eyes shyly biting her lower lip. His heart turned into a clear spring in an instant, the corners of his lips curled up, and his arms tightened involuntarily.

Good boy.

*

When the Lantern Festival goes out, it is a day and a night.

Miaomiao is a little maid. Although no one cares about her whereabouts, the maids who live in the same bunk will always know that she has not returned all night.

Facing the gaze of the three, Miaomiao put her hands behind her back and scratched her palms in embarrassment, "Something happened to me, and I just spent the night in the inn... The prince knew about it, and he agreed."

Gao Yue is aggressive: "How would the prince know, could it be that you are together?"

Miaomiao shook her head like a rattle, she didn't want to tell them, otherwise would she still live in the palace? "No... Brother Leshan told the prince, I..."

Xi Wen smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, what's the point of pursuing these things."

Fu Wen added oil and vinegar, and said to Gao Yue: "That's right, the prince won't look at you anyway."

Gao Yue was so angry that the two almost wrestled again, but fortunately Xiwen stopped them in time. The two quarreled as soon as they had time, and it was endless. Miaomiao had calmed down now, and silently washed and climbed onto the kang.

The past two days made her very tired. After the steward learned about Wei Ling, he had already removed her name from his residence. From then on, no one will accompany her to talk under the crabapple tree, and no one will teach her how to cultivate it... Miaomiao fell asleep in a daze while holding the stone on her chest.

The next morning, she followed the other maidservants into the Rongguangyuan, and Miaomiao was about to step into the inner room, when a voice came from inside: "Everyone else go down, don't come in."

The lord doesn't like crowds, they all know this, so they handed the copper towel to Miaomiao and signaled her to go in with their eyes.

Miaomiao walked around the screen, put the copper bowl on the wooden frame, and looked up at the bed.

Yang Fu just woke up, and he is leaning against the head of the bed at this moment, his hair is scattered on his shoulders, falling on the rich brocade quilt. He closed his eyes, maybe it was because he just woke up, his handsome face was a bit tired, and when he opened his eyes, he was a little confused. He turned his head to look at Miaomiao, squinted his eyes: "What are you doing standing so far away?"

Miaomiao walked up to him with small steps, embarrassed to say that she was attracted by his beauty just now, "My lord, get up and wash up."

Unexpectedly, Yang Fu suddenly stretched out his hand and brought her into his arms, his voice was low and lazy: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Caught off guard, Miaomiao plunged her head into his chest, causing her nose to hurt. She rubbed it, and said in a low voice, "I slept well, my lord, don't worry."

After returning yesterday, Yang Fu asked her to move to Rongguangyuan. Of course Miaomiao was willing, but she refused again and again after reacting. She is not afraid of being the target of public criticism, she is afraid that when the time comes, she will be reluctant to leave. This is already very good, being able to get close to him is already enough for her.

She admits that she is very selfish, knowing that there will be no results, but still guarding this hard-won relationship.

Yang Fu rubbed against her ear, his voice was warm and sweet: "If you have been wronged, you must tell this king."

Miaomiao nodded, bravely opened her arms and wrapped them around his strong waist, "Yesterday the prince asked me to move out of the servant's room, where is he going to let me live?"

Yang Fu responded casually: "Naturally, he lives with me."

“…”

Miaomiao raised her eyes eagerly, and looked at Yang Fu with regret, why didn't he say it earlier!