90 Days of Spring: Fiftieth day

One advantage of Wutong Pavilion is that there is a bath in the pavilion, which is only separated from the main hall by a wall. The earth dragon is burning under the water, and steam is coming out, so you can take a hot bath even in winter. At the beginning of spring, although the weather is getting warmer, the chill still hasn't faded. When the water temperature is about the same, Miaomiao dismisses the other two maids and jumps into the water impatiently.

There was a splash, water splashed everywhere, and even the edge of the pool was covered with water. Miaomiao wiped off the water from her face and sighed happily, she was still comfortable in the water.

The servant girl outside asked anxiously: "Girl, do you really not need a maid to serve you?"

The two of them were stopped by Miaomiao outside the Linghua Gate, their voices were so weak that they couldn't hear clearly.

The pool is not too big, but it is enough for her to swim back and forth. Miaomiao looked at the transparent tail fin under the water, and told them firmly: "No need, you are not allowed to come in. I will rest after washing, you go back to your room It is."

The two looked at each other, embarrassed: "But, the lord ordered the maid..." Those who want to serve her personally have to be guarded even at night, how dare they leave their posts without authorization.

Miaomiao was lying on her back, floating lazily on the water, staring at the beam above her head: "If you don't tell me, and I won't tell you, how would he know?"

There was no sound outside the door, maybe she was fooled by her, Miaomiao strikes while the iron is hot, "Didn't he say he wants you to listen to me? I just take a shower and I don't like being served by others. What can I do? Come back, you don't have to wait tonight."

After a while, the two men muttered: "Yes, the servant girl has left. If the girl has any orders, please call me by their names."

Miaomiao responded until she couldn't hear any movement, then she submerged her whole body in the water, curled up under the pool, closed her eyes and meditated. She hadn't touched the water for several days, and once she came in, she didn't want to come out, and she fell asleep without knowing it. When I opened my eyes again, it was already morning.

After one night, the fish tail has turned back into legs. The water temperature had been cold for a long time, but fortunately it wasn't too cold indoors. She quickly climbed to the shore, put on a single coat, opened the door and walked back to the main hall.

The cool breeze blowing towards her face in the early morning made her wake up a lot, as if she had inhaled the coolness in her lungs. She stretched her limbs, thinking that Wei Ling must be bored these days, he can only stay in a small copper bowl, and he must be extremely aggrieved by his temperament that likes to swim around.

Thinking of this, she went back to the room and took Wei Ling's copper bowl, picked him up and gently put him in the bathtub, "Although it's my bath water...but don't dislike me, I'm not dirty. I'll see you soon." After breakfast, I will pick you up."

Wei Ling's eyeballs moved, obviously dissatisfied with her words.

Although the bathing pool is large, it is artificially constructed. There are no rocks around it, no schools of fish and aquatic plants, and the water quality is even less clear and clean. Wei Ling only swam around once, then stopped at a corner wearily, resting and recuperating.

Just when he was drowsy, a bluff came from the bank. He was startled, and turned his eyes slowly, and saw Miaomiao's messy head protruding from the side, "Wei Ling, sleep Ready?"

Knowing that he is asleep and making noise on purpose, it's really itchy recently.

Miaomiao went back to her room and squinted for a while, the two maids helped her wash and change her clothes, and breakfast was prepared and set aside. Yang Fu went to Chaoshang, and he only came here at noon these few days. She thought of Wei Ling in the bath, hurriedly picked up her embroidered shoes and rushed over.

As a fish, of course Miaomiao knew what he was thinking at the moment, "I also want to let you back into the lake, but what if you are injured and eaten by other fish? Besides, the lake is so big, I won't be able to find it. to yours."

Speaking, he took it back into the copper bowl and sent it all the way back to the main hall.

"We'll talk about it after you recover from your injury." What she had to do every day was to break the food and deliver it to his mouth. Wei Ling is very picky, he doesn't like to eat sweet and greasy dim sum, he only eats diced meat.

The maids in the yard are all very rare, they have never seen a carnivorous fish, they once thought he was very cruel, and dared not get close to him easily.

*

After eating breakfast, Miaomiao went to the yard to watch when she had nothing to do, stepping on the tree to peek at the peach blossoms in another garden. She was almost lying on the top of the wall, looking furtive.

Who taught that the peach blossoms bloomed luxuriantly there, and every day, pink peach petals floated in the wind, falling all over the courtyard of Wutong Pavilion. The breeze is coming slowly, and the courtyard is full of flowers, and the fragrance enters the nostrils. Miaomiao took a deep breath, indulging in the peach blossom forest.

So when Yang Fu came back, he saw her climbing the wall, staring curiously at the opposite yard, like a child who was bored by an adult.

She didn't notice his arrival, she was meditating with her arms on her pillow, her **** eyes were flowing with blue waves, and the water was sparkling, like the surface of a lake wrinkled by the breeze.

Yang Fu stood behind her and said without warning: "What are you peeking at?"

Miaomiao let out a wow, stepped on the air and nearly fell off the tree, she turned her head with lingering fear, and saw Yang Fu looking at her with interest. She supported the wall with one hand, and pointed to the yard next door, "My lord, the peach blossoms are blooming beautifully there, do you know the owner of the house?"

Yang Fu ruthlessly broke her wish: "I don't know."

She lowered her eyes in disappointment, "I kind of want to go." Yan Qi pursed his lips and smiled, leaned over and wrapped his neck around his neck, hanging on him coquettishly: "My lord, can I also plant a peach tree? A fruit tree After they are ripe, you can still eat peaches."

This is her purpose? Yang Fu smiled helplessly, lifted her waist and put it back on the scorpion, bit her cheek lightly, "Want to eat peaches?"

She nodded honestly, "I want to, but I also want to grow."

Peach trees are not easy to survive, they need careful care. Ever since she raised several crabapple trees, Miaomiao's enthusiasm for plants has never been higher. When she thinks of the sweet and juicy peaches, she can't help showing her greedy face.

Unfortunately, it will take a few months for the peaches to ripen, and she may not be able to eat them by then. She had eaten it once before, and it was brought back by Wei Ling from afar. It was the sweetest fruit she had ever eaten, and she never forgot it till now. That's all Miaomiao had hoped for, she sighed resignedly.

Yang Fu seemed disappointed. He frowned imperceptibly, and in the afternoon he ordered someone to move two flat peach trees outside, and put them in the courtyard of Wutong Pavilion.

Miaomiao circled around the two peach trees for several times, very happy, "I can smell the peaches!"

The servants below let out a groan, and some of them couldn't help laughing, Yang Fu looked at them calmly, and they quickly fell silent. Miaomiao didn't notice it, she held her cheeks happily and salivated, and after a while she jumped up to Yang Fu, "Thank you, my lord, your lord is so kind!"

Yang Fu patted her on the head, "Don't run away, be honest."

With a smile in his eyes, "When the flat peaches are ripe, remember to send a few to the king."

Miaomiao nodded repeatedly, and was about to agree, but suddenly woke up, deliberately turned her head away: "I won't give it away, I want to eat it all by myself."

It's a child's temper, Yang Fu followed her, and when she was happy, he reminded ruthlessly: "Do you still remember the words you learned yesterday?"

Miaomiao stopped for a moment, her enthusiasm was quenched by a basin of cold water, she faltered and said vaguely: "Remember some..."

Yang Fu didn't let her get away with it: "Why some?"

Miaomiao was desperate, and confessed resignedly: "One stroke, one stroke, one horizontal and one vertical."

Yesterday Yang Fu taught her to write "Qi Han" and the names of various courtyards in the palace. It was really difficult for her to write such difficult characters because she couldn't even read them all.

As for her, you really can't be too hasty, Yang Fu looked down at her, looked at her, and smiled helplessly, "It seems that this king should teach you from the Three Character Classic first."

Miaomiao blinked her watery eyes twice in confusion, her long eyelashes fluttering wildly, "What is that?"

Yang Fu hooked his lips: "If you don't teach, it's your fault."

Although Miaomiao didn't quite understand, she understood the second part of the sentence "My husband's fault". When she met his dark and quiet eyes, her pretty face suddenly became hot and flushed.

She took a few steps back covering her cheeks, startled by Meng Lang in his words, her pink face was like a red pomegranate, with a light bite, sweet and bright red juice overflowed.

"My lord, what nonsense are you talking about..."

The words were about to fall, Yang Fu took two steps forward and grabbed her wrist, took away her hands covering her cheeks, and forced her to look at him, "Miaomiao, this king is serious."

Seeing that the little girl was stunned, he sighed and hugged her lovingly, whispering in her ear: "This king only wants to marry you alone."

Miaomiao's chin was resting on the hollow of his shoulder, she looked dazed, her mind was like a mess, she didn't know how to react.

The chest was throbbing violently. She was obviously very happy, but she couldn't help but feel sad. How should she tell Yang Fu that she can only stay here for forty days? If one day she left quietly, how would he react?

Miaomiao began to feel guilty. She had cheated the fourth king. She obviously didn't belong here, but she insisted on coming to him. After he liked her, she left him and left alone. She was buried in Yang Fu's neck, his breath was full of orchid fragrance, and looking down, the sachet she gave him that day was hanging on his waist together with the jade pendant.

Miaomiao suddenly remembered: "Where is my jade pendant?"

She didn't make a sound for a while, but the moment she spoke, she ruined the atmosphere. Yang Fuquan thought her daughter was timid, took out a Pisces jade pendant from her sleeve, handed it to her palm, and said, "I will wear it every day in the future, and I will check it at any time."

Miaomiao took it in her hand and swayed, smiled and retorted, "I'm wearing it so strangely, it's meant to be hidden, and only I can see it."

Running back to the house while saying baby, she received a red sandalwood box and put it near the bedside. After hiding it, I went out of the house and followed Yang Fu to the study.

*

Miaomiao is becoming more and more disgusted with writing. From the previous high interest to the current drowsiness, it took only a few days.

She was dozing aside, Yang Fusui glanced at her but did not wake her up, a smile slowly formed on his lips. The sun shines on the two of them through the gauze, one sits behind the desk, the other lies on the short couch, the light is soft and the afternoon is quiet, creating a hazy dream for the two.

The tranquility was broken, the servant girl knocked on the door of the study room, pushed the door open and entered, and lowered her eyebrows to inform: "My lord, there are guests in the house. They are the Seven Kings and the girl from the Jiang family, and they are waiting in the main hall."

Yang Fu raised his eyes, "Seventh Brother?"

The servant girl nodded: "It's the Seven Kings."

It goes without saying that the girl from the Jiang family is Jiang Alan. She came here with the Seven Kings, which is a bit intriguing. Yang Fu got up and started to go over.

Miaomiao woke up at some point, listened to their words, sat on the couch with sleepy eyes open, stretched out her hand to grab Yang Fu's sleeve.