90 Days of Spring: Fifty-second day

The few people at the table hadn't left, and Jiang Alan had drunk a little too much, with a thin blush on his cheeks, and looked at the opposite side in a daze.

Yang Fu frowned deeply, and stretched out his hand to stabilize Miaomiao's body, "Miaomiao, you are drunk."

Miaomiao got up suddenly, waved his hand away and walked out, "Water...I want water..."

She only felt that her whole body was burning badly, as if she was in a ball of fire, her throat was hoarse, and there was only one thought in her mind at the moment, that was water, and she wanted to go into the water. However, these words are easy to misunderstand, Yang Fu only thought that she wanted to drink water, so he ordered the servant girl to pour tea, held her shoulders and fed it to her mouth, "Come, drink water."

He also ordered the servant girl to cook sober soup. Although his face was not very happy, he still took care of her meticulously.

It turns out that it's not that the four kings don't know how to care for others, but that the person is not her. Jiang Alan's eyes were mournful, and she stared straight at the two of them. How could she not be as good as that maid? Why didn't the Four Kings like her? Where is she not doing well enough?

Miaomiao stood in front of the door, her head pressed against the door panel for a while, but there was no movement.

Yang Fuban looked over her shoulder and fell asleep at some point. He pursed his lower lip slightly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said to Yang Ting on the table: "I will send her back first, and I will trouble my seventh brother to arrange for Miss Jiang to return home later. Let's say that what happened today happened in a tea shop, Don't mention the palace." After a pause, he looked at Jiang Alan, "If Miss Jiang's clothes are dry, please ask the servant girl to change them back for her."

After explaining everything, he hugged Miaomiao horizontally and walked over the threshold to Wutong Pavilion.

Jiang Alan still retained some sanity until he could no longer see the figures of the two, biting his lower lip slightly: "Alan can go back by himself, and dare not trouble the Seven Kings."

A few bowls of peach blossom wine were not enough to make Yang Ting drunk, so he got up and ordered his servants to prepare the chariot, "The king ordered someone to take you back. Taifu Jiang is my mentor, how dare you neglect the girl."

Jiang Alan didn't take a car when he came, and it was getting late, so it was really not safe to go back alone. She closed her eyes and thought for a while, then nodded and agreed: "Then I will trouble the Seven Kings."

Speaking of following Yang Ting out of the house, standing under the eaves of the main hall, he couldn't help but glance in the direction Yang Fu was leaving, with a flash of unwillingness in his eyes.

*

In the Wutong Pavilion, the servant girl who stayed behind saw the fourth king coming back with a person in his arms, and took a closer look, and it was Miss Miaomiao. The two named Suyue and Haoyue stepped forward to help Miaomiao, but they heard Yang Fu say: "No need, just go prepare hangover soup."

The two looked at each other and left obediently. It's not easy for the prince to treat Miaomiao girls, they can be called pampering, even if they have nothing to do with the gentle eyes, it's hard to avoid seeing them.

Yang Fu carried Miaomiao all the way to the main hall, and was about to turn into the inner room, when the little man in his arms struggled suddenly and woke up at some point.

Her eyes were half-opened, she was dazed for a moment, her head was filled with chaos, and she opened her mouth and said, "I want water..."

Yang Fu turned a red sandalwood folding screen, "It will be served in a while."

Miaomiao shook her head, flicked her legs and struggled a few times, "No, don't drink..." She clasped Yang Fu's shoulder and murmured, then stretched out her hand to scratch in vain, "I want to go into the water, it's so hot, I'm covered all over. It's all hot..."

After taking two steps, she was still dishonest, twisting and twisting in his arms like a lively carp. Yang Fu has nothing to do with her, he can only put her on the beauty couch first, "Where is it hot?"

Miaomiao curled up into a ball, leaning against him with her eyes closed, "Here and there..."

Yang Fu lowered his head and stared at her, her long eyelashes looked like a fan of emerald green feathers, with a slight blink, there was a breeze blowing over his heart. "Then why did you drink so much wine?"

Her hand hooked his skirt, muttering: "Bored..."

Yang Fu asked again: "Why are you bored?"

She stopped talking.

Just as the servant girl came in, Su Yue came forward with the hangover soup, hesitating a little: "My lord, the hangover soup is ready, let me serve the maid to drink it."

Yang Fu took it in person, and retreated the two of them: "No need, let me come."

Seeing that the Fourth King treated her well, although the two of them were not surprised, they still sighed a little. Xin enviously glanced at the person in his arms, and answered in unison.

Yang Fu wiped the temperature, supported her with one hand, and fed her hangover soup with the other: "Come on, drink the soup first."

Miaomiao didn't start, thinking that he wanted to feed her medicine, so she subconsciously refused: "Oh, don't drink, it's bitter." Take a sip first, then lower your head to find her lips, pry open her lips and teeth and slowly slip in.

After one mouthful, Miaomiao hadn't tasted the taste yet, and was immediately fed by him again. She groaned, before she could speak, a bowl of hangover soup was poured into her belly. Her cherry lips were numb from being sucked by him, Miaomiao's cheeks were even more flushed, and her watery eyes were shining brightly, staring at him blankly.

Yang Fufu kissed her lips again and again, "Are you still drinking?"

"..." Miaomiao's body became even hotter, as if she was on fire, she pushed him away and stepped on the footstool, staggering to the next bathing room without putting on her shoes.

Yang Fu stood up, "Where are you going?"

Miaomiao shook her head, "Go into the water."

What are you doing in the water? Yang Fu was about to stop her, but she dodged flexibly, talking nonsense, "Without water... I will die, I can't live without water..."

Yang Fu's expression froze, he was in the water and dead, it's not hard to remind him of the time when Miaomiao fell into the water. As soon as I think about it, my heart feels like being strangled, and the pain is unbearable. Regardless of Miaomiao's struggle, he leaned over and carried her on his shoulders, with his arm supporting her slender waist, he strode into the room.

Miaomiao felt that the sky and the earth were turned all over once her body was suspended in the air, and she was immediately placed on the soft bed, with Yang Fu's stern face above her head: "My lord?"

Yang Fu leaned against her side, looking into her eyes, "Miaomiao, can you give it to me?"

Miaomiao blinked, "What's for you?"

Don't let her think too much, Yang Fu has already unbuttoned her blouse, lowered his head into her neck, and slowly slid along her delicate skin, "Everything, as long as it is yours, I want it. "

The strong uneasiness is catalyzed by alcohol, and gradually evolves into strong lust. Yang Fu's breathing gradually became heavy, and the force of kissing her became deeper and deeper, leaving red marks of different shades on her delicate skin. The hot palm was placed on her waist, and it couldn't help but go up...

Miaomiao was stunned by this series of actions, she opened her eyes and looked at the top of his head, and it took a long time to realize——

"Don't!"

She shrank back, rolled up the quilt to wrap herself completely, only her red face was exposed, and she repeated breathlessly: "My lord, don't..."

Yang Fu stood up, never thought that she would have such a big reaction, his black eyes were like a deep pool of water, "Why?"

Miaomiao couldn't think of a good excuse, so she simply covered her head, and a voice came from inside: "I don't want...I'm afraid."

There was no response for a long time, Miaomiao's heart was beating like a drum, her chest was pounding, she never dared to look at Yang Fu's face.

How could she be afraid? Her head was buried deeper all night, and her whole body was like a burning fireball, with a cherry-like color. Being able to get close to him was her dream, but this body was not hers. At this point, she felt that she couldn't help it.

It is always someone else's body, she can't get over the hurdle in her heart, so she can't accept Yang Fu's request.

There was a moment of silence outside, Yang Fu leaned over and pulled the quilt off her head, raised his hand to stop in the air, thought for a while and rubbed it on top of her head, "Take a good rest, I won't force you."

Miaomiao raised her eyes a little, most of the time she was sober, all she could see was his dark blue robe gradually moving away from the bed.

After Yang Fu left, Miaomiao woke up instead, and stared blankly for a while with her eyes open, until the heat on her face dissipated, before she let the maid who was waiting outside come in. She reeked of alcohol, she wanted to go to the bath to take a bath, and send Su Yue Haoyue away as usual, and she would take a bath all night long.

*

The bizarre dreams followed one after another, including Yang Fu's face, Wei Ling's voice, and some vague figures. Miaomiao frowned and whimpered, her eyelids were so sleepy that she couldn't open them when she wanted to. Not only that, but my head was also dizzy and I had a terrible headache.

There seemed to be someone around, he squatted beside Miaomiao, looked at her for a while: "Who taught you to drink so much wine?"

Miaomiao thought the voice was very familiar, but her mind was numb and she couldn't remember it.

He never left, just stayed by her side, even if he didn't speak, Miaomiao knew he was always there. He stretched out his hand to her lips, whirled very lightly, his eyes dimmed.

Miaomiao pursed her lips, and finally managed to make a sound, which was indeed an extremely weak and hoarse hum.

The man paused, "Why don't you feel safe when you fall asleep?"

Then there was no more sound, and Miaomiao continued to fall asleep until the end of the morning, when she slowly opened her eyes. Still feeling a little tingling in her head, she tiptoed up from the edge of the pool, looked around, but didn't see anyone.

Then the few words she heard, were they really a dream? The voice is really like Wei Ling.

Thinking of this, thinking that Wei Ling was not fed last night, Miaomiao hurriedly finished dressing, and ran out of the side room while tying her clothes. I bumped into Su Yue who was holding breakfast, saw that there were good snacks in the tray, and without thinking much, picked up a plate of almond tofu and walked to the main room.

Su Yue chased after her, "Girl, you were in the bath room last night?"

Miaomiao came out of the bathing room early in the morning, her hair was dripping wet, her cheeks were translucent and pink, and her whole body was covered with mist, which could be seen at a glance.

Miaomiao walked faster, making up random excuses: "I drank some wine yesterday and fell asleep in it after washing..."

The speaker has come to the main room, she came to the wooden frame in twos and threes, and was about to feed as usual, when she suddenly froze. I saw that the copper bowl was empty, left alone in the corner, and there was no trace of Wei Ling.

Suddenly she felt uneasy, and panic ensued, she turned her head and asked Su Yue anxiously: "Where are my fish? Where are the fish raised here?"

Su Yue was even more confused, "Isn't it in there?" She poked her head out and looked, and there was no gray and black carp, and she gave a strange snort, "It was still there last night, why didn't it disappear?"

Miaomiao was so anxious that she blamed her for the first time: "What do you think!"

She looked around in the room, but she didn't see Wei Ling, so she suddenly remembered to go out, "Who came here yesterday?"

Su Yue lowered her head and followed behind her, "Only the prince came here once, and there is no one else."

Miaomiao stopped, the image of Yang Fu's back when he left last night was still in her mind, it couldn't be him, she was very sure, but why did Wei Ling disappear? He is now a fish body, with no ability at all, where can he go?

When people are anxious, they tend to lose their minds. Feeling anxious, Miaomiao called Haoyue and asked again, but still found nothing. They all said they didn't know, they didn't see anyone else coming, so what's going on?

Since there is no Wutong Pavilion, she went to the mansion to look for it.

Miaomiao walked quickly on the Chaoshou corridor, trying to find Yang Fu for help. Two maidservants walked towards them, holding sandalwood trays, obviously just served breakfast, Shi Shiran saluted her, and walked sideways: "The seven kings are sober?"

The other shook his head, "I just sent **** fish soup, and I haven't drunk it yet. But Qi Wang is not very drunk, so he should ignore it."

Miaomiao froze in place, feeling intense unease for no reason, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head, her hands and feet were thoroughly cold.

The two servant girls came out of the main room, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she ran forward. Su Yue Haoyue was inexplicable for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she had already run away a long way.

Stopping in front of the main hall, Miaomiao's hands couldn't stop shaking, and her legs couldn't take a step. Yang Ting behind the round table was pinching his eyebrows, he raised his eyes and saw Miaomiao coming, and bent his lips strangely: "Why is Ms. Miaomiao here?"

Miaomiao didn't care about answering his words, her eyes were tightly locked in the porcelain bowl in front of him, and she approached him very slowly step by step.

She held her breath until she could clearly see the stewed carp in the large celadon bowl, she felt her eyes darkened and her hands and feet were limp. She couldn't take a step anymore, looked at the fish in the bowl, then looked at Yang Ting's face, she gritted her teeth: "You..."

The eye sockets were quickly moistened, the vision was hazy, and the tip of Miaomiao's nose was sour, and she couldn't hold back the tears. She still had a sliver of reason, knowing that she couldn't cry in front of him, she tried her best to sniff her nose, stepped forward to hug the bowl of fish soup and ran out.

Yang Ting stretched out his hand and called out, "What are you doing?"

Miaomiao rushed out of the main room, tears were about to burst into her eyes in an instant, there was a servant sweeping in front of her, she turned around quickly, facing the direction at the end of the corridor.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fu was walking from the opposite side, not far from her. Miaomiao didn't have time to hide any longer, blinking her watery eyes, a crystal clear bead slipped from the corner of her eyes.

I couldn't hold back the crying any longer, one after another the teardrops fell down, one after another fell on her feet, emitting a delicate luster under the sun.