90 Days of Spring: Day 44

No doubt this stabbed him in the heart. Yang Fu looked at the hand that was thrown away by her, the prince who was usually aloof, now showed a helpless expression, "I..."

That was the decision he regretted the most, and it will never be redone.

Since Wei Ling took her away, he has been waiting at Taiqing Lake. The warm body temperature and faint fragrance of that night have never been forgotten. After returning home, his wound was obviously re-dressed, and the cloth was torn from the woman's clothing. Knowing that it was impossible, he still waited with hope.

Today someone reported that there was a **** the street who exchanged pearls for money and was currently living in an inn in the west of the city. Hearing the news, Yang Fu rushed over immediately, unexpectedly seeing her. She was not dead, she was standing before him alive.

Miaomiao turned around and wanted to run, "I'll go first."

Yang Fu grabbed her wrist and stared into her eyes in disbelief, "What's going on? Tell me, why didn't you die?"

This was the question she was most afraid of answering, and Gein really didn't know how to explain it: "I..." After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't say it.

That day her body temperature was freezing, her breathing stopped, and she looked like a dead person. The imperial physicians in the palace have all come to see her, and they all expressed their inability to recover. Now, how should she explain the current situation? Resurrection from the dead is too sensational.

Miaomiao wanted to escape, but unfortunately, he held her shoulders tightly, unable to retreat, and could only be forced to meet his gaze.

Yang Fu was even more shocked, he stretched out his hand to check her body temperature, it was warm and soft, accompanied by slightly rapid panting. The setting sun fell overhead, casting a long shadow. Everything showed that she was a human being, a good-looking person, not some monster or ghost.

Yang Fu has never believed in the theory of ghost power and chaos, but facing her, he was in a daze for a while. Hearing the news of her death, he fell into an abyss and lived in a muddle every day. After Wei Ling took her away, he ordered people to search the city, but there was no news, and they could not be found even in several nearby towns.

There is no sign of her in the vast world. Yang Fu never dared to think that one day he would be able to see her alive and talk to him charmingly.

Miaomiao lowered her head and pursed her lips, "A lot of things happened, and I can't explain it clearly to the prince for a while."

It's really not a good place to talk on the street, Yang Fu stepped forward, "Miaomiao, can you go back with me first?"

She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and finally shook her head, "I can't...I can't go back with you now."

She promised Wei Ling that she would stay with him these days, if she left, wouldn't she be breaking her promise? What's more, Wei Ling helped her, so she was able to stand here. Although she wanted to nod in her heart, she finally chose to refuse.

Yang Fu caught the loophole in her words, "Then when do you plan to go back?"

Miaomiao choked, turned and ran up the stairs, "I don't know!"

She was in a daze, and when she went upstairs, she accidentally stepped on the ground and almost fell down. Yang Fu watched from behind, trembling with fear: "Be careful!"

Miaomiao was also startled, but luckily the other foot was stabilized in time, and after regaining consciousness, she rushed back to the room with a bouncing jump. It's a pity that she staggered and fell to the lower floor just now, causing Yang Fu to catch up with her, and now she is blocking the door with one hand, making it impossible for her to close the door.

Miaomiao is anxious: "You go back!"

Fu Ning looked at her, and easily pushed open the mullion door, "Why do you avoid me?"

At this moment, Miaomiao realized the difference in strength between men and women, and took a few steps back, "I didn't... I just, just..." She began to think about excuses: "Then how do I know, will the prince put the Where should I hand it over to the prince?"

Yang Fu paused, "No, this kind of thing will never happen again."

"I don't believe it!" With tears in her eyes, she did not hide her disappointment, "My lord also said that before, saying that you would stand up for me, but you didn't do it in the end.

It was evening at this time, and the inn was crowded with people. Miaomiao's room was facing the stairs, and many people looked sideways curiously. Yang Fu stepped into the room, blocking everyone's sight. He leaned over to meet her eyes, sadly and solemnly, "This time, I promise, Miaomiao, that I will never hand you over to anyone again."

These are the eyes she has imagined countless times, and she is the only one in her eyes. Miaomiao finally waited until this day, but she couldn't respond. , I can't leave..."

In the past, she selfishly wanted to return to Yang Fu's side, which caused Wei Ling to be hurt. If she abandoned him at this time, it would be heartless and ungrateful. Miaomiao couldn't do it.

Yang Fu sank, "Him?"

Miaomiao subconsciously pointed to the copper bowl on the table, and was about to speak, she suddenly closed her mouth, "No...that's the fish left by Wei Ling, and Wei Ling entrusted me to take care of it!"

Yang Fu followed and saw a gray-black carp in the water, looking at them steadily. It was clearly a fish, but his eyes were cold, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but finally held back.

That day, Wei Ling swore, "It's just Miaomiao, she's mine."

This person's mind is so obvious that Yang Fu has to pay attention to it. Could it be that he has been with Miaomiao these days? What about Miaomiao is also related to him? Between them, how many things did he not know?

Yang Fu narrowed his eyes, "I will stay with you."

Miaomiao was stunned, "Then, what can I do... You are a prince, what can you do if you don't go back to the palace?"

Yang Fu caressed her cheek and stared at her deeply, "But you are here."

He waited for a long time, exhausted, and finally waited for her back. From now on, no matter where she is, he will not let go.

*

As night falls, the noise on the street has faded away, and the sound of insects adds to the tranquility.

Miaomiao's wind and cold became more and more severe, she didn't go to the clinic to pack medicine, now her mouth was dry, her hands and feet were weak and she was lying on the bed, "Hmm...thirsty."

There was an oil lamp on the table, the light was dim, and she was the only one in the room. She remembered that after talking with Yang Fu in the afternoon, she fell asleep because of a headache, and now she woke up and couldn't tell the time. She sat up and moved, her whole body was sore, and she had trouble getting out of bed to walk, but she didn't expect the wind and cold to be so severe.

There was a conversation outside the house, which seemed to be the voice of Brother Leshan: "My lord, do you really decide to stay?"

After a while, Yang Fu whispered: "Why not?"

Le Shan thought for a while, hesitated: "But you know very well...the palace is pressing..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fu said in a cold tone, "I know what's in my heart." What else was said, I couldn't hear clearly, and seemed to say something vaguely: "Don't let Miaomiao know about this. "

Le Shan nodded, "Yes."

Know what? Miaomiao stopped getting out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed thinking, unaware that Yang Fu had already entered the room.

He walked into the room and saw her sitting there, seemingly in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Miaomiao was stunned, lowered her head and put on her shoes and socks, "Oh, I think about one thing." Because she was guilty and clumsy about not being able to put on her shoes, she groaned anxiously, wanting to jump out of bed barefoot.

Yang Fu stopped her, squatted in front of her, and put on the embroidered shoes for her with his own hands, "What's the matter?"

Of course Miaomiao couldn't answer, she was in a trance, blushing in a trance: "You... how could you..." He is a prince, how could he put shoes on her!

Yang Fu looked up at her quietly, and smiled slightly, "Why not?"

Miaomiao's ears are red, avoiding his scorching gaze, not discussing this issue with him, "I, I'm going to drink water!"

But his body was weak, so he stood up and fell limp.

Yang Fu caught her body, put her on the bed, and used a soft pillow to cushion her behind, "You are not feeling well, you should lie down and rest. The king has ordered someone to decoct the medicine, and I will send it to you later." Come."

After speaking, she got up, went to the side to pour a glass of water, held her from behind with one hand, and fed it to her mouth with the other: "Drink less, I need to drink medicine later."

Miaomiao reached out to pick it up, "I can do it myself."

Yang Fu moved the cup away, and said in a low and pleasant voice, "Be good, or I will feed you in another way."

What kind of method is that... Miaomiao thought wrong for some reason, Wei Ling was still in the room, she couldn't face him... So she drank half a glass of water obediently, and touched Yang Fu's hand He took the medicine again, with a piece of candied wax gourd in his mouth, his eyebrows were so bitter that they frowned tightly.

She turned her eyes and quietly looked at the movement on the round table, but she saw nothing. She was startled secretly, and she was about to get out of bed when she lifted the quilt, "Where's my fish?"

Yang copied her impulse, "I ordered Leshan to change the water, and he will take care of it tonight."

Miaomiao is worried, "Will Brother Leshan take care of him? What if something happens?"

"Just don't worry." Yang Fu wiped the medicinal juice from the corner of her mouth, acting carefully, as if treating a lost and recovered treasure, "Take care of yourself first."

Miaomiao pursed her lips and finally nodded in compromise. The candied fruit was sliced ​​open in her mouth, and it penetrated into her heart one by one. After the bitterness, she was so sweet that she couldn't adapt.

*

After taking the medicine, she sweated in fits of cold and heat. She was covered with two layers of bedding, but it still didn't work. She curled up and shivered. Thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and with a groan, she knocked off the scarf on her forehead.

Yang Fu twisted the towel again, put it on top of her head, and immediately held her little hand, "Be patient, it will be fine if you sweat."

Miaomiao snorted uncomfortably, and still did not forget one thing at this time, "Wei Ling, I want to see Wei Ling...where is my fish..."

She spoke incoherently, but Yang Fu heard it. At this moment, she was still calling that person's name.

His eyes were deep, without saying a word, he held her hand even tighter.

Miaomiao yelled out the pain, and only felt her strength loosen a little, but she still couldn't break free. She stared in a daze for a while, and finally felt less uncomfortable, it was already dark outside, she got up and got out of bed, and was startled by the person sitting by the bed.

"My lord?"

Yang Fu sat on the embroidered pier, followed her closely, "Are you awake? Do you want a drink?"

Miaomiao hurriedly shook her head, I don't know how long he has been watching here, why didn't he go to rest? She was putting on her shoes while thinking, "I'm not thirsty, I'm going..." She already felt better, sweated a lot, and now she was very conscious, "Where is Brother Leshan's room? I'm going to find him. "

Yang Fu didn't move, "What are you looking for?"

Miaomiao didn't even think about it, "Bring back Weiling's fish."

When he was about to get up, he was grabbed by a force, and fell into a warm and broad embrace the next moment. She was stunned, and Yang Fu's soft voice sounded above her head: "Miaomiao, do you still like me now?"

Miaomiao was puzzled, "I like it." After a pause, he added solemnly: "It's just not as deep as before."

Yang Fu froze.