90 Days of Spring: Day 46

The room returned to calm. Because of the opening and closing of the mullion door, the cold wind blows in through the window and permeates into the skin chillily. Miaomiao shivered from the cold. She ran to the window and closed it, unconsciously. He glanced at the copper bowl on the wooden stand.

Recalling that Wei Ling hadn't changed her dressing today, Miaomiao fetched medicinal materials, crushed them with twisters, applied them on gauze, and wrapped them around his abdomen. He should be asleep, quietly letting Miaomiao swing.

The medicine prescribed by that boy is still useful. Wei Ling's wound is getting better, and it is gradually healing. I believe it will be healed in a short time. It's just that she doesn't know when she will be able to change back to human form, so Miaomiao retracts her hand and sighs softly.

Although she really wanted to return to Yang Fu's side, she couldn't leave Wei Ling behind.

After thinking for a long time in front of the copper bowl, Miaomiao straightened out her thoughts and went to bed in the room. The bed seemed to still be lingering with the fragrance of orchid osmanthus, she got into the quilt, and it took a long time before she fell asleep in a daze.

*

As soon as the days turn into February, they get hotter day by day. The weather was still clear in the morning, but it was steaming at noon, and the sun shone warmly on the body, warming people's hearts.

Miaomiao sleeps until the sun rises, tossing and turning on the bed, but refuses to get up. The sun shone through the gauze and shone on her body, so warm that her bones were crisp. She hugged the soft pillow and moaned, laying on the bed for half an hour without opening her eyelids.

The door of the room was pushed open, and after a while she was picked up by a pair of arms, "What time is it, why don't you get up?"

Hearing this voice, Miaomiao opened her eyes abruptly, and flinched back with a cry, "How did the prince come in?"

Yang Fu watched her movements with a blank expression, "He walked in."

What kind of answer is this? Could it be possible to fly in... Miaomiao pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction. She hid under the quilt, looking disheveled, not wanting him to see her. "Then what is the prince doing here?"

Yang Fu took the medicine bowl on the side, it was obviously freshly fried, and it was still steaming hot, "You have not recovered from the cold, you need to drink medicine on time every day."

Miaomiao doesn't like to drink medicine the most. Since she became a human, she has taken it quite a lot. "I already feel better, I don't need to drink!"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Yang Fu scooped up a spoonful and blew it, put it near her mouth, "You have to drink it when you're done."

His tone was non-negotiable, and Miaomiao immediately lost her confidence. In fact, she was still a little dizzy, and she was just making excuses for not taking the medicine. Staring at the dark spoonful of concoction in front of her, Miaomiao reached out to pick it up, "I'll do it myself..."

Yang Fu didn't move, "Sit down."

The prince's majesty should not be underestimated, his calm glance made Miaomiao freeze, and she opened her mouth obediently and let him feed the medicine.

The concoction that reached her mouth was bitter and astringent, and she frowned in disgust. It was hard to imagine that human beings would drink this to recover from illness. They've been underwater before and never got sick.

It took a long time to drink a bowl of medicine. Yang Fu wiped the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, "When will you return home?"

Miaomiao was so bitter that she avoided the question, "I want to eat candied winter melon."

She saw the candied fruit on the table at a glance, but she couldn't reach it with short hands, and she was about to bend down to get it, but Yang Fu stopped her in mid-air.

"How are you today?" Yang Fu stood in front of her, holding her shiny wrist, with a faint smile in his dark pupils.

Miaomiao let out a sigh of discouragement, it is too uncomfortable to see the taste of not being able to eat, "It's so bitter..."

As soon as she woke up, he poured a bowl of medicine. Her cherry lips were tender and moist, her eyelashes fluttered like small fans, and her watery eyes were like two sparkling springs, clear and moving.

Seeing her anxious appearance, Yang Fu pressed a kiss on the top of her head, picked up the blue-glazed dish containing candied fruit, and asked softly, "Miaomiao, what do you think?"

Miaomiao understood that he was threatening her!

Suddenly raised his head, met his dark eyes angrily, "I don't want it."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. He went to the table and poured himself a glass of water, and drank it with a gulp. The tea had been left overnight, and it was already completely cold. In order to dilute the bitter taste in her mouth, she poured another cup for herself. When she raised her glass to drink again, she was stopped by Yang Fu, who put his slender and powerful palm on her forearm, tilted her head, and was about to ask, when a piece of sweet candied fruit was stuffed into her.

The sweetness spread all the way to the whole mouth, and Miaomiao's cheeks gradually turned red, "My lord, don't always be like this... I will come by myself."

Yang Fu didn't respond, he went to the door and ordered Le Shan to boil hot water and bring it up, and also ordered some breakfast. He knew she would do anything, but facing her, he couldn't help but take care of her.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is breakfast, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is lunch. She really slept soundly this time.

Miaomiao was indeed a little hungry. After bringing breakfast to the table, she suppressed her hunger, took a piece of lotus root powder and sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the wooden stand, and broke it into pieces to feed the carp.

After a while he finished eating, Miaomiao returned to the round table and sat down to eat breakfast silently. In any case, you can't make things difficult for your stomach.

This is the first time for her to eat tofu skin buns. The stuffing inside is delicious and delicious. There are chicken clove mushrooms and shrimps, which are fresh and delicious. In the past, Miaomiao liked to eat steamed buns, but now she even ate half of the plate, and she was still unsatisfied, and she wanted to move her chopsticks, but Yang Fu stopped her without changing her face, "I can't eat any more, be careful that it will rise soon."

Miaomiao looked at it unwillingly, she felt that her stomach was still very empty, and it would be fine to eat another plate. But now that Yang Fu has spoken and asked someone to remove the plate of steamed stuffed buns, she can only give up: "Oh."

You can't even make people feel good about eating, why does the prince treat her so meanly...

But after she drank a bowl of porridge with lily lotus seeds and red dates, her stomach was almost full. Just about to get up, Yang Fu asked, "Today is the Flower Festival, do you want to go out with me?"

Miaomiao stopped, her eyes flickered, her heart was obviously agitated.

She had never heard of Huachao Festival, and the name seemed very interesting, so she nodded without hesitation, "What are you going out for?"

Yang Fu smiled, "Outing."

In fact, the Huachao Festival is a festival for girls' families. They will take advantage of this day to cut colored paper, worship the flower god, and swim in spring to catch butterflies. In the past, Yang Fu would never have cared about this kind of festival.

Miaomiao thought for a while, "I want to go too."

But when she thought of Wei Ling, she made a mistake and left him alone. What if someone steals him to stew fish soup? He was powerless to resist. Miaomiao showed hesitation, as if she was going to regret it the next moment.

Yang Fu saw through her mind, "You don't have to worry, Le Shan will stay in the inn to take care of him."

Miaomiao snorted, "Brother Leshan, won't you go with the prince?"

He shook his head, "Only the two of us."

*

The chariots had already been prepared outside the inn, and they just waited for them to arrive before setting off.

There are many carriages on the street, all heading out of the city, taking away a faint fragrance, and most of the carriages are filled with girls. There is a flower **** temple outside the city. There are rumors that if you worship the flower **** on the flower festival, you can get a good marriage. In the future, the husband and wife will be harmonious and love each other.

My daughter's family always likes these things, Miaomiao also wanted to go there after learning about it, she turned her head to ask Yang Fu's opinion: "My lord, shall we go too?"

Yang Fu continued to stay up all night last night, sitting with his eyes closed and resting his mind, "Where are you going?"

He was kicked out by Miaomiao last night. He planned to open another guest room, but all the rooms were full, so he had to go to the Leshan room. Le Shan voluntarily gave up his bed and went to the outside room for the night. Even so, Yang Fu lay on the bed and still couldn't sleep. He thought about many things, and things from the court and Miaomiao came one after another.

Miaomiao pursed her lips in displeasure, "Go to the Flower Temple in the west of the city, and worship the Flower God to put colored paper on."

Yang Fu didn't open his eyes, "Okay."

She quickly opened the curtain, told the driver the location, retracted her head and smiled, "Thank you, my lord."

It took about a quarter of an hour for the carriage to slowly arrive at the Flower God Temple in the west of the city. Many chariots stopped outside the temple one after another, which can be described as an unprecedented event. A smell of rouge and powder came over his face, and Yang Fu frowned indistinctly. He didn't like this kind of strong fragrance very much. In comparison, the dewy fragrance on Miaomiao's body was more refreshing.

Beside the temple, there is an open space for girls to play butterflies, and there are a few crisp laughter from time to time.

Miaomiao's interest was high, and she bounced down on the footstool. Maybe she was bored at the bottom of the lake a few days ago, and now she came out, she looked a bit like a bird just out of the cage.

She ran a few steps away and stopped under a crabapple tree, turned around and was about to call Yang Fu over, "Wang..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw a person slowly coming down from the chariot at the side, making her silent.

Jiang Alan was wearing a rouge-colored four-season flower-patterned shirt with large sleeves, and was assisted by a maid as she stepped out of the carriage.

She obviously also saw Yang Fu, first she was surprised, then she bent her lips and smiled, "I never thought that the prince would come here."

Yang Fu kept his eyes on Miaomiao, and didn't pay attention to her coming. He didn't follow her until she made a sound.

His eyes darkened, and he couldn't see any emotional ups and downs, so he just nodded slightly: "Ginger girl."

Jiang Alan lingered for a moment, then reluctantly left, "My lord... is he also here to worship the Flower God?"

"No." Yang Fu looked forward, his handsome face met the sun, and instantly became soft and hazy, "I am alone with you."